This is a story i started writting because of my obsesstion with Jason Todd. i know i may have some facts wrong, but this takes place in the batman comic book universe so i may not have all the facts right, but i love Jason Todd and i like this story. Please enjoy, and review! :D
-laces
Chpt.1
People make it sound easy. There is a good side, and a bad side. A right path and a wrong path. A black, and a white. What about the grey though? Or the middle path? Or the neutral. Nobody ever seems to think about those things. Nobody except my mentor, and I that is. it's a strange life we live. We break the law, but then we support it. Sure. Call us hypocrites, but I believe what we're doing is right.
That sounds like a good way to put it, but how am I gonna have the voice to say it in front of one of the most terrifying men in Gotham..
~One Year Earlier~
I was the most athletic kid in school. I surpassed everyone. It just seemed to come naturally to me. Now, most people would think that the most athletic kid in school would be popular, or at least have a friend or two. You know, like the jocks, or the popular sporty groups. Nope. I was ridiculed 24/7. The girls would say that I only got ahead of them was because I was flat-chested, and I was as thin as a stick. The boys would always say that I took steroids. Whoever came up with the saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" really needs to get out more. My classmates taunting wouldn't leave my mind.
"Freak! Hey look, it's Curve less Kiara! Hey, how much do steroids cost these days? Are you sure you're even a girl? Hey Kiara, wanna date me, kidding!"
Some days I wanted to pumble them all, but I was taught never to let taunting get the best of me. My parents knew that I was getting angrier and angrier day be day, unlike some normal kids who would just go into depression. They turned me onto different extracurricular activities. My favorite was Judo, and, like gym, it came easily to me.
Besides Judo I was also very talented at my studies. I got distinguished honor roll, and was in almost every honors class. I also never got a detention. Despite all my training I never got into fights.
My life was in for a a big change.
"Kiara! Hurry up!" my mother exclaimed.
"Sure thing Ma!" I yelled back, yanking at my short black hair with my comb. My vibrant blue streaks died into it shown brightly in my rooms lamp light. I wore a simple purple t-shirt, and denim jeans along with a pair of tattered worn sneakers. I was headed off to a restaurant with my parents, but I was fortunate that I didn't need to get dressed up. It wasn't a fancy restaurant. To be honest everything there was very old style, and the entire building didn't have very good technology. I wouldn't be shocked if they didn't even have security cameras.
I was in a good mood. I just finished up a Judo lesson, I got an A on my Latin test and my crabby Aunt Suzy wouldn't be joining us at the restaurant. She was my mother's sister who was the type of person who criticized every little thing you did. She also kept asking me when mother nature would present me with my "gift" and would always think something was wrong with me when I would say "Not yet." she hated me, but I wouldn't deny the fact that I hated her too.
I ran downstairs and my brown eyes laid on my parents. My dad, a tall part African American, Part Irish man with chocolate skin and eyes who was completely bald. Then there was my mom. A part Puerto Rican, Part German woman who also had brown eyes, but had short cut raven black hair, and her skin was lily white. I was a good mix between the two.
"Lets go." smiled my Dad. I quickly ran out to the car, and buckled up. My Judo training made me hungry. Plus it seemed that my stomach was bottomless, and if it was ever close to filling up I had a hollow leg. To cut to the chase, I love food, and it loved me back by never getting me fat.
We were at the restaurant no time flat, and it was a nice dinner. I had steak with Portabella mushrooms, and a salad. For dessert I had some ice cream, and a cookie. All and all, a very good meal. It was a normal dinner. The last normal dinner I would ever have.
After my parents stomachs were full, we walked out of the restaurant back to our car. That's when the trouble began. Some thugs were hanging around our car, and a feeling in my gut told me that this wasn't going to end well. Unfortunately it didn't tell me the extent of how bad it was going to end. My parents were stubborn, and same went for me, but my Dad believed in calm discussion, before jumping to conclusions.
"Please move. That's our car." he stated calmly.
"Yah. No duh." one of the men laughed. My dad kept walking towards the car, and my mom and I followed slowly. The men seemed to back off, and I figured that they were cowards, which all thugs generally were. I was starting to think that everything would be fine. The thugs backed away from the car, and I was centimeters away from the headlights. My dad had his hand on the door handle when a loud bang rang out. Before the sound could even echo through my mind, another bang sounded. I looked at my mom, and dad. They were both on the ground with a bullet hole in their heads. I ran to my mom who was the closest to me.
"Ma. Ma! C'mon Ma wake up." I whispered. I then ran to my dad. "Dad. Please Dad wake up. Please." I felt my eyes tearing up, and I heard a deep chuckle from the thugs. I looked up and glared at the men.
"Awww. Poor little girl." laughed one of the men. The thugs stepped menacingly towards me, but I held my ground. "Come with us. We'll take gooooood care of you." they were about three feet in front of me, and that's when I knew I would attack.
It was like I wasn't in control of my body any more. My brain kept remembering weak points on the human body, and where they would be most effective. I already knocked four guy out, and there were six thugs to begin with. While fighting one guy, the other hit me on the back of the head with the steel butt of his gun. I fell to the ground and started going in and out of consciousness. One moment I was on the ground, the next, I was in the air, being held by my shoulder by the thug. I could see a blurry image of a gun fading in and out, in front of my face.
"Sorry girl. We can't have any witnesses lying around." I heard a loud bang ring out, and I waited for the pain, but instead I felt the man's grip on me release, and he fell to the ground, dead. I heard another gun shot ring out, and the other thug fell to the ground. My sight was getting more blurred. Everything kept going in and out of darkness. The last thing I saw was a man with a red mask covering his entire face. I then slipped into the darkness completely.
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-Laces L.L.A.P
