The Beginnings

In Gotham living a normal life becomes harder and harder every second of the day, itching to get into your costume when you know there is danger. You want to fight, but you can't now not until that hot ball of gas that gives us light darning the day goes down. I come when the moon shines over the darkness that holds the most pure evil that no civilian should encounter. The villains roaming the night stealing everything in the city that we work so hard for our lives.

I was at a play with my parents. Enjoying the night and eating the most amazing food I have ever had. I sat their pondering and let my mind wonder within my untamed thoughts. The performers in their black costumes matched the darkness of the background with their long pointed ears, the long fullness of their wings, their fangs long and sharp.

I wondered what it would be like to be a bat and yes they were suppose to be bats. It was called Bats for a reason. Anyway I wondered what it would be like to be a bat to fly high in the moon lit sky without a care in the neither a world or a universe exploring the night to see Gotham in a different view.

Gracefully, taking the night roaming the wide open air as I wondered into my mind, the play continued. When the play was over my parents wanted to take the exit out to the alleyway to the parking lot. These freaks with masks surrounded us, tightening around us. We were trapped. That's when I saw what the masks were, they were clown masks. The Joker's goons go fucking figure.

Then I heard it, the most twisted laugh that echoed through my ear drums pounding through my body. Then the man of the hour appears, the Joker himself. My emotions race through me, pulling me apart one by one. Why me, why my family? Is this our time?

"Great work gentlemen." The Joker said with amusement.

"What do you want, Joker!" I was so pissed, he was not going to torture us like this, not like the rest of his victims. I am not going down, not with out a fight.

"Now don't get testy child. You probably don't even know me that well." He seriously thought I didn't know him that well then, I snapped back.

"I do know you, are a psychic ignorant jerk who thinks he can control this city with fear! Trying to make us tremble when we hear your name! Well you have one problem asshole I am not afraid of you and I never will be!"

He stares at me into my eyes with shock. He was surprised that I don't fear him like the rest of his worshipers. My parents were shocked that I could sass a villain like that in his face and in front of his goons like that. I am not giving in that easily.

"Well, well we have a fighter this is going to be amusing." The Joker was still nervous I shook him a little bit to make him fear me a little bit. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a knife. He grinned at me and grabbed me pulled me close to him. Then point the knife at me and asking me,

"Do you know how I got these scars?" I didn't want to answer this stupid question. "My wife was drunk and said to me 'You need to be happier you haven't smiled at me.' She grabs a knife and says 'So if you're not going to smile I am going to make a permit smile, on your face!' She cuts deep in my mouth and puts curls on each end. That's how I got my smile."

Grinning at me with that sick twisted grin his teeth were yellow, bright yellow. I felt like puking my guts out. White powdered face, fire engine red lips, and that nasty blue-purplish eye lids. I tried to fight free, he held on too tight to me; I couldn't break free. Plus, he had that stupid knife pointing at me. Then he ordered them to kill my parents this is going to scar me for life.

Even though I was putting a poker face on the outside didn't mean it wasn't real on the inside it was killing me. Then the Grinch grin was back more sick, twisted, toxic and harmful. What did he want from me! I was trying to read him. I really, really was trying to solve my situation like Sherlock Holmes. I couldn't read him and he couldn't read me. As he pulls me in closer and closer that I hear his heart beat pounding in my ear it was raining; hard, a down pour. Then pulling and tugging my wild head, untamed and fierce.

"Wild one aren't you. You were their little fighter." I felt like puking his breath was horrible for a villain I mean seriously. When his toxic dragon breath disappeared, I realized what he said and let the noise go through both ears then I got pissed.

"Well, I was and still am!" I pushed and kicked his knife jumps out of his hand and cuts a jagged line starting at my chest diagonally cuts down to my left hip. I screamed so loud and so high I make all of Gotham awake from its slumber. He was covering his ears and so were his goons. I grabbed that ridiculous excuse for a knife. And yelled at the top of my lungs,

"You God damn bastard! Agh!" I lunge at him kicks, pushes, leaps, cartwheels, and stabbing motions like a mix of everything I was taught from marshal arts to dojo to gymnastics to karate. I made him back up I was about to punch him in his little clown face in until, Batman kicks him sideways to my right. Then someone grabs me, click and then I am in the air. Now I am on the roof top of the theater I immediately see the green gloves. Robin! I turn my guess was right it was Robin!

"Robin?" Asking curiously to the guy who flew me out of there,

"Yes." Answering to me like a gentleman. While, I was losing my breath,

"Catch me." I was out of breath. My muscles shut tight they couldn't hold me up, it felt as if I my muscles were shutting down; falling on to the cold ground of the concrete falling into a never ending fall. My eyes couldn't open fast enough. I slowly flittered like a starting of an old movie film until I got the clear picture of his face.

"Are you ok?"

"Robin? How did you find me?" I ignored his question; I just wanted to know how he found me. Grinning at me he added,

"Well, we snored your scream and drove then ran quietly to you. But are you ok?"

"Yeah just a cut, but I am okay." Looking down at me he saw the jagged cut the ran down me diagonally bleeding and printed it's self to his uniform.

"That's pretty deep." He was so worried about my life.

"Is Batman, Batgirl, Batwoman and Bathound down there?" Questioning him so we could worry about that later.

"Yeah, I am here to get you out of that bloody mess and to make sure your ok. Did you know that couple down there?" I did know them their lifeless bodies reminding me who I fought for; my parents. Then answering,

"Robin, that couple down there they were my parents." I was frowning; I could feel my tears coming.

"I am sorry for your loss." He was holding me, hugging me. He put his green gloves covered hands on my head gently pushed my head to his shoulder; my watery diamonds damping his uniform. My emotions racing to confusion to joy to love to sorrow back to confusion. It was giving me a headache and then he spoke breaking my pondering on which emotion I was really feeling,

"Here you're going to need this." Tying his cape on my cut; so tight I couldn't breathe. His own cape, no hero nor sidekick would give this up for a civilian! As questions popped in my head like pop ups I say quietly,

"Thanks."

"Welcome, hey what's your name?" It's just for your report nothing big.

"S-Sparrow." My hood was hiding my face,

"Well since you know me and everyone else let's get you to the Batmobile so we can patch you up at the Batcave. You trust me?" Like I don't.

"I trust you."

"Ok, I got yeah." Picking my like an ill little puppy that was dying in his arms.