Too tired for banter, enjoy!
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I tear through the streets, heart and feet pounding, trying to run, to get away from them. Trying to protect him, so he won't have to suffer because they don't know, only he knows, if they find out, they'll kill him. I never said goodbye but that won't matter, it's better that way anyways. Finally, tired of running, on the outskirts of the city, they are far behind me. I nearly collapse in exhaustion and lack of food, but I move to the nearest abandoned building, not caring what's inside, and fall asleep.
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When I come too, the building is empty, much to my relief. I look down at my hands, so much power, such a curse, there's no controlling it, no controlling me. I look up and sigh, time for me to leave, if I stay too long, they could find me, I can't let them, I could kill them. And, no matter how much they hate me, I can't kill them. I try to stand but due to the fact that I haven't slept, or ate, in a few days, I stagger. 'this is a nice place to stay for awhile' I think as I fall and drift back into unconsciousness.
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I wake up, my head pounding and my hands and feet tied, I groan subconsciously, altering whoever has me kidnapped that I am awake. Only they appear to be currently occupied, so I look around and see myself a short ways away from some other captives, also tied up. I look at my bindings and smile, rope, the bindings are made of rope, a burnable - or freezable - material. I look at my fingers and scrunch my face in concentration. A small bead of ice trails from my finger and over the ropes, coating them in ice. I flinch as I feel the ice on my other wrist and curl my fingers into my palm, stopping the flow of ice. I smirk as I break my brittle bonds and start on my legs, as soon as they are coated in ice, I break them too. I quickly clench my fist in my hand, once more stopping the flow of ice before it gets out of control. The others see me free and ask me for help, I gulp and nod, untying the ropes of one person and leaving them to untie all of the other people. Quickly, I run out of the building, away from the other people, away from innocents that could be hurt by my powers, by me. But, in this strangely normal night in the outskirts if Gotham, my escape is stopped by a figure of a boy, cape fluttering in the light breeze.
"I saw what you did, helping the civilians, it saved us a lot of time and kept us from worrying about them. Any idea what the kidnappers wanted?" Robin asks me, still partially concealed in shadow.
"Thanks, I guess and no, I was sleeping in the building and - because I have the worst luck - I was in the wrong place at the wrong time." I say cooly, leaning up against the side of the building.
"How did you get out, there were twenty ropes - two for each captive - but there was not another set of rope for you, only a couple pieces of ice, melting" Robin comments. My eyes widen and I shake my head.
"I can't tell you, Robin" I say, looking down.
"You have powers, ice powers at least, and, by the way your fingers are curled into your fists and the way you're denying you have them, I'm guessing you can't control your powers, right." Robin asks, hands on his hips, I only nod slightly as I look up, into the whites of his mask. "Tell me this, at least, what's your name?" He asks, face softening, a mask of confusion as I let out a breathy laugh.
"My name? I was called many things, none of them nice, in Greek and Latin, never English." I state, my voice bitter at the thought of my father and stepmother.
"What were they?" The Boy Wonder asks, sounding as if he doesn't want to know.
"Daímonas ton Stoicheíon, or Carmina of Elementorum, Puer Daemon, and, less often, Paidí ton Stoicheíon, or Child of Elementorum" I say, seeing if he would catch on.
"Demon of the Elements, Demon Child and Child of the Elements," the Squire of Gotham mutters in disbelief. "How could someone call their own child that? Why would they do that?" He says, more to himself than me.
"You and me both," I say, getting ready to walk away when I hear a gruff and familiar voice.
"Stop," I turn around and lo and behold, the almighty Batman (note the sarcasm).
"What do you want, you can't take me in, we both know that, Bats. You know what will happen." I tell him, and he simply nods.
"Wait! Batman, you know her?" Robin asks, staring up at his mentor.
"Batman was investigating a lead on a man named Tony Zucco, five years ago. His clues led him to a family, a father specifically, a small-time thug. What Batman didn't expect to find was a wife and five kids too. Batman confronted the father, asking - or, rather demanding - for clues: hideouts, shipments, location, people and so on. The father grabbed and threatened the life of the nearest - and youngest - child. The middle child, someone who cared about the lives of their siblings tried to stop her father, but he was of no help. Long story short, the middle child had a genetic mutation, a secret power, this power surfaced when she witnessed the death of her youngest two siblings, first, out of rage. The entire neighborhood was burnt down that night, only 30 survivors out of nearly 200 people who had lived there. All on her head." And, with that mysterious and ominous sentence, I left, already having shared too much. It's a survival instinct, I guess, don't share everything you have, only what you think they need.
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Over time, I ended up staying near Gotham, even though I should be getting away from here, I stay. Maybe it's because I keep seeing Batman and Robin, the latter always trying to coax something about my past out of me, he never gets it. Now, though, it's late fall and getting colder, I'm tempted to start a fire, but I know I can't, not without loosing control. This is how Robin finds me one night, curled up and debating whether or not to use my most dangerous power. He says nothing but comes and sits next to me on the rooftop and hands me a bag, I look inside to see, clothes, I smile up at him and pull everything out.
"This is a deceptively large bag" I comment as I bring out two black leather jackets, two black leather pants, two pairs of black skinny jeans, three t-shirts, two sweaters, a pair of sweatpants, two pairs of shoes and four sets of gloves, two wool, to leather. One leather pair is fingerless, one wool pair has a flap that goes over your fingers and the other two fully cover my hands.
"I noticed his you keep holing you fingers to your body, so I figured the gloves might help." He admits shrugging, going to stand up, but falling back when I tackle-hug him.
"Thanks, Robin" I mutter into his ear, I would be lying if a tear of joy wasn't slipping down my face.
"You're welcome..." He trails off, his face red at the fact he has no clue what my name is.
"Carmina" I say softly, "my little brother always called me Carmina" I explain, heading through the door from the roof to the main building. I go and change in the nearest room and walk out, oblivious to the fact that I am being followed. Out of nowhere, someone clamps their hand over my mouth and I let out a muffled scream and feel a prick in my neck. 'Sedative' I think as everything starts to spin, I look up to see who captured me, but all I can see is a logo, 'CADMUS' before the sedative begins to take affect and I black out.
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Me: His did you like it? Sorry if it was a bit rough at the beginning =)
Carmina: Did Firecracker do a decent job of keeping some of my secrets and making me seem mysterious, hopefully so! *leaves to unknown location*
Robin: Shell, since I'm the only one here, Stay Whelmed, get Traught, feel the Aster and Crash the Mode!
Me: Firecracker OUT!