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T: for kissing, some cursing, and violence with guns :D

I walked down the hall, a bored expression plastered on my face. Turning a corner, but quickly jumping back around it, I spotted the target, and the guards that came with it. "Crap." I muttered to myself. Peeking back around, I gave them a closer look. One was halfway asleep, and the other was on alert, He clearly saw me, or the quick movement of mine. They both had AKs, and barely even holding them correctly.

I snickered and watched then black dust slowly form around the beautifully engineered guns. It sped up and darkened quickly. When he noticed, his gun disappeared, front to back. "Wha-what?" The other guard asked sleepily as I watch the awake one start to panic. He pulled out a walkie-talkie. Oh no you don't. Phhooowwp. The talkie was gone, to join his buddy in the other dimension or something.

I sighed, this used to fun. Correction. This was never fun. Just because I live at an orphanage with kick ass powers, doesn't mean Mother has to exploit them for the bad. Still, I needed a home, and no one else was going to take me. Finally exiting my spot in the corner, I faced the two guards. "You! Put your hands where I can see them!" The guards yelled, and I just half-heartidly laughed. "You and what weapons?" I asked, stifling my laughter. The guard lifted his fists.

"You and what weapons?" He retorted smugly, and the right guard followed suit, grinning wickedly. I smiled and held out my hand, palm up. The black mist spun, and out came a pistol, the one I collected a year ago, another museum. Pointing it at the guards, I giggled evilly the tiniest bit. "Now, I don't want to have to shoot you." I said walking the distance.

Sharing looks, they figured that their lives were much more important. They opened the sliding doors with a "Welcome." in a man's computerized voice. "ha. Cozy entrance, huh? In." I commanded, and they obeyed. "Do. Not. Move." I made sure to pronounce each syllable aggressively. They nodded, and hid in the corner. Smiling to myself, I walked up to the glass case. It wasn't big, not big at all. The ancient crown to an ancient princess with some sort of power? Not big, but worth tons! placing my palm on the glass, I watched the crown evaporate into thin air, momentarily filling up with the blackness that I created. The guards gasped in shock and horror.

Someone was here.

I quickly turned around to see a batarang come my way. Evaporated. "Hey Batman!" I waved in the direction of the boomerang. I ducked as another went whizzing past from behind. "Wow, you are sneaky." I said exaggerating, a bored expression on my features again. Did not want to fight Batman, Mother's gonna kill me. He came out of the shadows when he realized that, even with his great marksmanship, he wasn't going to hit me. "Give it to me." He said in a low, gravelly voice. "Woah, ho ho. That can't be your real voice." I said, looking at him quizzically.

"The crown belongs to the museum." Batman said, pointing to the floor. "well, I kind of can't. See, I have to be back at my master's house in like, a half an hour, and you're kind of holding me up." I said, rubbing the back of my head, my leather jacket squeaking a little. He ignored me, stepping closer, palm out. "I don't want to have to hurt a young lady." He said, gravelly voice still going on.

"sorry." for a minute, I actually felt it. Guilt. I didn't want to do this. No emotions now. I dodged a kick and ran over to the high window, using the walls to bounce my way up. Opening it, I barely managed to miss another batarang. Flinging one leg over, I slid halfway out, before a question arose from the Dark Knight himself.

"You don't want to do this do you?" Looking back towards him, I knew what to say now. "Mother Daisy's orphange, third window, left side of house." I smiled weakly, and exited the rest of the way.

2:00 a.m Mother Daisy's

I walked up the stairs and into the living room. I sighed, and turned around for bed, but a 'ahem' turned me back. The light flicked on. "Do you have it?" The plump, middle aged woman asked me. I nodded, fully facing the wrinkled face, green eyes and clearly dyed, brown hair. Mother was in her night gown, fingers pressed together in that evil way, elbows on the arm rests of the chair. She was in her blue flowery night gown. "Show me it."

I held out my palm sadly, and the crown appeared. "Nice, nice." The woman said, in a should-be sweat voice, and got up. Grabbing the crown gently out of my hands, she brought it up the stairs, me following. She opened the closet door, and shoved it in the back, behind the cleaning supplies. "Protect it sweety." She said, using the voice to her advantage, an shuffled off to bed.

I was going to do more than protect it. Walking to my room, I laid on the bed and closed my eyes. Pretending I was the black mist, I floated down the hall and under the crack of the door. I felt my real body open up it's hand as the mist me wrapped around the crown. I engulfed it, and opened my eyes as ol' Zara, the 13 year old master robber.

Sighing, I turned my head to see a dark, masked figure standing over me. "Oh, hi perv. You know I meant outside my window right?" I asked, and the bat just grunted. I handed it out to him, but he didn't take it. "Pack your bags." My eyebrows shot up. "What?" I asked, shaking the crown in front of me. "pack your bags, you are coming with me.

"I don't want to!" I stood up and crossed my arms, huffing.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo... new story! YEAH R&R!