I do not own Batman, nor will I ever. I own nothing but my OC.
The rain hammered down on the roof of the 10-year oldbuilding. The light of the dim sky swallowed the darkness, an ashen sky appearing. Thunder rolled, and a streak of lightning flashed across the sky in a split second.
The wind moaned as it took its stroll across the city, sending shivers down the spines of unprotected civilians walking down the streets of Gotham. The city traffic still lingered, the violent honks and shouts of drivers were sent through the air.
Rora shook her head in disappointment watching the city as the rain pounded down on it. It was the reason she left. She thought that Star City would give her a fresh start; no place where people dress up and battle.
But to her surprise, Star City was just as violent. People still dressed up in costumes, stopping crime. In Gotham, the same thing happened over and over again; a villain escapes, the Batman and Robin come, and they throw him/her in prison or Arkham Asylum.
She never understood the way they did it. Villians would always escape, and take so many lives away. Killing the criminal always roamed in her mind. To stop them once and for all so no one else would be hurt.
The heroes never did that. Killing the villain seemed to be the only solution to Rora. She wouldn't throw them in prison just so they could escape again. The hatred she felt for Gotham City reminded her that she once was happy.
She remembered when positive thoughts seemed to pop in her mind. Jason. He changed everything. Jason was hot tempered, but would always calm when Rora listened to him and talked him through. The thought of the boy made tears threaten to fall from her green eyes.
Jason knew what to say most of the time. They would argue sometimes, but would forgive each other later on. But then the night happened. Seeing his body lifeless made her think. He did this. The villain who was Batman's greatest foe.
Rora pictured the horrid smile; his decaying yellow teeth wide, his blood red lips across his face. She clenched her fist. The night the Joker killed Jason, was the night she changed. Her positive thoughts melted away, letting in the anger and hatred.
Suddenly, tears streamed down her face, and she fell to the ground on her knees. Why? Why did it have to be Jason? Rora covered her face with her stone cold hands, tears running down her chin, dripping onto the wooden floor below.
"I... Will... get him, Jason... I will..." she sobbed, her tears still forming, yet her lush eyes sparked with fury, and her fist clenched the floor. "For you... Love.."