( 3rd POV)

"Hurry up and get the bags" The driver yelled at the others. The drivers job was to wait there while the other five boys go rob the place. But he was getting tired of waiting. It had been 15 minutes and the cops would be there soon. Here in Transylvanian the cops aren't the greatest or the fastest.

With a dramatic sigh, he grabbed his gun and went into the closed store through the broken window." Lets go"

He yelled. But in response. Nothing. It was dark inside. He barely could see the clothes hangers and the giant half-price' sign. Slowly walking , one step at a time, He made his way to the back where the cashier is The driver looked around and leaned over the cashier table. He was about to pull away but he thought he saw

something move under there. Leaning back over again, he saw the other five tied up and knocked out.

He kept looking at the unconscious bodies for fear he would be next. Finally he started to back away from the counter. The driver turned around and froze. There, in the darkness, stood someone. She wore a black coat and a shirt that covered half her face. Her black hair was covering one eye so all you could see of her face was one piercing blue eye. She walked out into the darkness and put her hands on her hip. The driver backed away until he hit the counter. Looking back, he looked at the unconscious bodies and remembered something.

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Putting up the gun in his hand and he started to shoot at the dark figure. She jumped out of the way and hid behind a cement pillar holding up the roof of the store. The pillar was getting hit with the bullets of the gun in the driver hands. The figure behind it stayed there and thought of a plan. She placed her hand on the right side of her waist, where her whip was hooked on. She breathed knowing that what she had to do had to be done quickly.

Still getting fired at, she turned around, whipped out her whip at the drivers gun. The whip took a hold of it and she pulled it back, sending it flying the other way. His eyes grew in terror. He stood there and stared at her. The driver gulped as he heard the cop sirens in the background, still far away. She looked at the door and back at him. Then the driver did something he shouldn't of did. He made a run for it.

She, doing many times before, was not surprised by his move. She moved quickly, moving so fast he didn't even know what happened until the end. She whipped her whip again, this time grabbing onto the man's legs. His face flew forward and hit the ground. The dark figure dragged him along the ground. Right when his feet was touching hers, he turned around and slashed her down her leg. Before he could get anymore blood, she kicked the knife out of his hand and kicked him in the face, knocking him out. She tied him up with the others and walked out of the store.

The sirens got louder and louder until they finally arrived at the local store. The ran into the shop looking for any clues to the suspect or if anything was stolen. "Uhh chief? you might want to check this out" A younger looking cop said to the leader of the group of cops. The chief walked over to the younger boy and looked over the table. There he saw the five, now six, unconscious bodies. He looked at there faces and took off the masks.

"Take them in" He ordered the other cops. The others took the six men into custody while the chief talked to the owners of the place. Once everything was in order he took one last look at the place, knowing who had help him. He looked up across the street, on one of the taller buildings and saw her, sitting with her legs dangling over the edge. The old man bowed his head a little and hoped into his police car, riding off.

When the car was out of sight, she took one leg and looked at it where she got wounded.

"Better let Braiden get a look at this" She muttered to herself. she stood up and gasped in pain. It was worst then she thought. Using her grapple hook, she swung herself down and jumped onto her motorcycle.

She drove out into the country where her house stood. On her way she called Braiden.

"Hello?" A young man voice answered.

"Braiden its me. Get out the first aid kit. I'm going to need it" Her Transylvanian accent was heavy

"Trinity? what happened? are you okay?" Concern and worried laced his voice

Trinity chuckled. He was always the one to worry. "I'm fine. Just a flesh wound. Nothing bad"

She heard a sigh in relief on the other end of the line. "Where are you?"

Trinity looked around at her surroundings as the flew by. " I think I'm about two minutes from the house." She answered.

"Okay. see you then" Dial tone.

Trinity hanged up her phone and kept on driving. Two minutes later she was outside her house. Taking off her helmet, Braiden came into the garage. "Okay. where is it?" He asked coming towards her. She looked at her leg and he did the same thing and gasped. "Just a flesh wound! just a flesh wound! You practically got your leg cut off!" Braiden exclaimed, rushing over with the first aid kit and cleaning the wounds. Trinity rolled her eyes. "Its not that bad. your over imagining things" Trinity leaned against her bike as he took out a needle and some threads.

"Hold still" Braiden muttered as he started to stitched the wound. Trinity held onto the bike for support and gripped it to stop her from yelling. She gasped in pain and hit Braiden on the head half way through. "Watch what your doing" She hissed at him. Braiden laughed. She was always a little bitchy when he cleaned and stitched her wounds. It wasn't that she wasn't good with pain. No it was when someone tried else caused it. But since she was no medical expert, she had to let this go.

After Braiden was done, they walked into the house together. "It will be healed in a couple of weeks. God thing to" Braiden took his seat in front of the giant computer screen. Trinity walked around his seat and leaned on the table. "What do you mean 'good thing' " She questioned. Braiden typed something on the keypad and a picture of Violet , her twin sister, popped on the screen. Trinity looked at the screen. "what did she do now?" she growled.

"Violet escaped from Arkham with this guy who calls himself 'the joker'." Braiden clicked another button and a picture of the joker came up beside Violet. " I look him up and let me just say he is one messed up guy. He destroyed Gotham with a few bullets and barrels of gas. But luckily he was stopped before he could put it all in flames." Braiden looked up at Trinity, who was just silently nodding. "He's Violet type of person. That's why Violet didn't escape at first. She was waiting for him. And when the time was right they would escape. And they did. So what do I have to do"

" Well since your the only person who has ever put Violet away, I need you to go to Gotham city, catch Violet and the Joker and this time put them away for good." Trinity got up and walked into another room with Braiden following. She got out a bag and started to pack weapons. Guns, whips, Daggers, swords and of course her grapple hook. She put them all in the bag and turned around to go into her bedroom but instead was stopped by Braiden, who had a tray of electronics. Trinity looked at them and then at Braiden.

"You know I'm not the one to use electronics" She moved around Braiden and went into her room to start packing clothes. Braiden followed her, still holding the tray. " Well these you'll need" Trinity sat on her bed and looked at the tray. Braiden smiled and put it down in front of her. "These are just simple electronic gadgets. Nothing complicated. Just tracking devices, Little bombs, and knock out gas" He gave here the little silver pods.

"Why use knock out gas when I can use my fist?" She set the gases in her bag and started packing. Braiden sat on the bed watching her. "When do I leave?" She asked , not looking up at him. "As soon as possible. Probably tomorrow mourning. You need to stop her before anything really bad can happen. Oh wait." He took something in his pocket and gave it to her. "If you ever need me use this." Trinity looked at it then back at him. She threw the gadget aside. "What do you mean 'if I need you'? You're coming with me." She smiled and zipped up her bag and went to go put it in the car.

Braiden sat there, thinking about what she said. He stood up and ran after her yelling "WHAT?!?!?"