Hello My lovely people! this was a story request from scarletdragonflie, she has this awesome OC that I hope y'all like! also, to Wackydog: if you're reading this enable your PM sil vous plait! I has more questions.
I know it's a bad idea to be by myself in an alleyway in Gotham well past my bedtime, but I really didn't have much of a choice. I was completely lost. It's not like I could see any landmark that would tell me were the freak I was. Calling for help was also not advisable, considering I'm a fourteen year old girl, and Gotham has some major creepos lurking in the shadows. This never would've happened in Star City. I swear I've memorized every inch of my old hometown, from the broad main streets to the chilly alleys, but Gotham is so new, and twisted, like a labyrinth. Everybody always talks about how dark it is, not that I would care. Everything's dark to me. I was born blind, had to deal with it my whole life. Not that that matters, I've adapted.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" A sickening voice called from my right. Like I said, Gotham has its fair share of creepos.
"Ya lost, girly?" a second voice added, deeper than the first.
"Why dontcha come to our place wif' us?" the first guy asked, and I swear I could hear the sneer on his face. They came closer, I could hear their feet scuffling on the pavement. The sounded large, and smelled too. Now that I could hear and smell them, I knew exactly what to do. To my left, I heard a soft drip of water, most definitely from a fire escape, apparently not too far off the ground, and just a bit behind me. The Alleyway was small, which I could use to my advantage.
I felt the ground vibrate slightly as thug number one approached. At the last second, I dropped to the ground in a kind of one-handed push- up. I flipped myself up into the air and grabbed the bottom of the fire escape, using my momentum to swing forward. I couldn't help smiling as I felt my feet connect with his chest, and heard him slam into the opposite wall, which happened to be made of nice, sturdy bricks. Things broke. Not the bricks.
"What the-" thug number two began, and I heard his voice move as he turned his face towards me, just in time to discover what my shoe tasted like. He stumbled backwards, and I grabbed the collar of his shirt, swinging up until I was doing a handstand on his shoulders. He reached towards me, but I launched into the air with a handspring, did an epic summersault, and came down feet first on his head. He'd probably be waking up in a few hours still trying to figure out how he got beaten up by a teenage girl. I almost felt sorry for him.
"Holy crap" I heard somebody say over to my left. Dammit, now I had to explain myself. Or, I thought so until the voice kept talking. "I was about to step in and take them out for you, but hey, your way works too."
"Who are you?" I asked. By now I was pretty sure it was a boy, about my height, judging by where his voice was coming from.
"Seriously? Never heard of Robin, the Boy Wonder?" ah, that made much more sense.
"Holy crap? That was the best you could come up with? How about Holy knocked out attempted rapists?"
"Woah now." The kid said "I never say that. That's just the media exaggerating stuff."
"makes sense." I said, effectively causing an awkward silence. I really did not want to be here right now. I never did like superheroes to much. They just seemed a little too stuck up, and impossibly nice. In fact, I kind of hated them. What's so great about a bunch of muscled guys running around in their long johns fighting the forces of evil? And the sidekicks annoyed me even more, it was like they could fight crime and all that with their mentor, but take away their adult figure, and next thing you know they've got themselves locked in a room with some crack-pot serial killer demanding a ransom. They were all idiots as far as I was concerned.
"So, care to explain how you knocked out those two guys?" Robin continued. I had almost forgotten he was there.
"This is Gotham, almost everybody knows self-defense. That was a really retarted question." I said, a new edge in my voice
"Retarted? Really?" he sounded offended. "Couldn't you just say stupid?"
"There are no stupid questions, just stupid people." I said, and turned around walking away in what I hoped was the right direction. I had gotten almost a block away before my last comment sank in, and I heard a meek "hey…" come from the alley I had left behind. A heightened sense of hearing is one of the few perks of not having the use of your eyes.