To my wonderful readers, please bear with me over the coming weeks because for my other stories its gonna be rough. So, after our trip to Hershey PA I can't find my iTouch anywhere, that might seem inconsequential to you until I say this: ALL of my stories, writings, and chapters were on it. While I doubt it's gone far I don't think I'll find it soon, so this means I will possibly have to start from scratch on the future chapters and stories I'd had written; this story included. I have partial chapters from a few months ago that were transferred to iPad so all is not lost yet. For now as I search and try to pull together the missing pieces please enjoy this, also feel free to PM me or write a review, enjoy
The night drug on as did their battle, a strange figure of monstrous height agilely dodges attacks as it lurches forward, in a vicious frenzy to bring down its opponent; Robin, the boy wonder. Tendrils of shadow swirl unnoticed around the two, producing a sound much like the hissing of snakes.
The boy wonder still tries to crack a joke or two, though it's obvious he is on the losing end of this battle.
The cage of clouds moves away from the moon, throwing light to the docks that act as the background of this fight, making the shadows hiss loudly in displeasure.
The moonlight burns across the surface of the taller figure, showing smooth, almost liquid metal covering every inch of him.
Batman's protégé dodges another attack, his usual grin now gone as he falls back, throwing a small sticky grenade at his enemy.
The metal man doesn't flinch, his middle separating to form a hole through which the weapon passes, his body flows like liquid as he reforms himself and prepares for the final blow.
The shadows hiss again, loud, excited; their wispy tendrils extending toward the tall figure.
A slender form cloaked in darkness jumps between the two, taking the blow for the boy wonder.
For a moment, the sound of blood can be heard above all other noise as it hits the pavement drip by drip; amplified for what seems like an eternity as only seconds tick by, marked by each new drip. And then the hiss crescendos into an angry trill as shadows whip around in a violent rage.
A metallic limb protrudes through the dark form, the metal man having impaled them, his whole forearm wedged through their middle.
And then the form laughs, a feminine bell like trill, short but still very unnerving. Her eyes meet his, staring into his smooth, featureless face; and she smiles.
Had he a face to show expression with I'm sure it would have shown shock at this girl, he had dealt her a death sentence with that injury and she was smiling at him! Laughing even!
Her form shifted, blurring around the edges, becoming unstable, no longer solid, but as mist. The man shifted, attempting to pull his arm away as it felt as though it was being constricted.
The girl's form continued to change drastically, taking a form like the tendrils around them as they too began to wrap around him, stopping his struggles.
Quickly he changed forms as well, taking a more free moving form to escape them as liquid. But the shadows softened, becoming like mist again as they swirled around him, combining with him until they were one.
He now changed back, into the tall figure he was before, but the shadows still had a hold, a stronger one, the heart of the darkness shattering his insides as it created cracks and fissures trying to destroy him.
With a tortured cry of agony the man was fragmented into thousands of pieces, littering the halfway demolished docks.
The hiss of the shadows lowered to a quiet purr as a feminine figure walks by, stepping over the metal man's remains and stopping next to the boy wonder who lies on the ground, exhausted and oblivious to the now waking world.
"Now what am I supposed to do with him," She asks herself. "I can't just leave him here."
I never really thought about what I would do after helping him, then again, I wasn't counting on him being unconscious, she thinks to herself.
Her eyes drift to the domino mask on his face, lingering as her fingers twitch at her sides, subconsciously answering her question. "I can't," She whispers.
But what other choice do I have? She muses.
Moving just quicker than a snail's pace she lowers herself to kneel next to the boy, trailing a fingertip across the edge of the mask.
"Robin?" She tries, her voice a low murmur. He does not stir, even as her slender hand nudges his shoulder. "Robin?" She tries again, this time louder.
With a low sigh she gives up, her gaze moving to the mask again.
"It's not as if I would know him anyway," She sighs, her gaze never leaving the single domino.
Gingerly her hands find the edges of the mask, and, after a brief moment of hesitation from the girl, the mask comes off.
The problem is, she knows this face. Richard Grayson. Known well enough from his appearance in papers such as The Gotham Gazette and The Gotham Globe some years back, but propelled to celebrity status because of big shot Bruce Wayne; his adoptive father.
Shit. Not good...
Well, there's nothing I can do about it now, at least I know where to take him. She carefully places the mask back on his face and gathers his light form into her arms; wincing only slightly at the minute pressure against her newly formed wound.
She raises a hand to the security camera to her left and darkness surrounds it, dark tendrils constricting it until it implodes, bursting to pieces; and with that she walks off, into the carnivorous streets of Gotham with the boy wonder in her arms; wincing only slightly at the minute pressure against her wound.
She raises a hand to the security camera to her left and darkness surrounds it, dark tendrils constricting it until it implodes, bursting to pieces, and with that she walks off with the boy wonder, into the carnivorous streets of Gotham.
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The trip to Wayne Manor and back takes almost an hour by foot, taking less time to get back without the hindrance of another body to carry.
What I want more than anything right now is to sink down into the armchair situated in the living room of my small apartment, but instead I pass it up, making my way to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
My blood saturated shirt falls to the floor with an almost sickening wet slap, followed by my shoes and shorts, all black stealth tech bought from Gotham's underground; though not the greatest quality out there they served their purpose well enough.
I am a lot more careful untangling the golden laurel wreath from my hair before that too falls to the pile. I take my time in the shower, meticulously scrubbing the area where not two hours earlier there'd been a gaping hole in my stomach.
I would've made a great Espada; I think to myself with a smirk.
I can't help but worry over my brief contact with the metal man though. Worrying if somehow he'd done to me what I'd done to him during our brief encounter and fused a piece of himself with me when he was still in his liquid form and I was in my most vulnerable state.
I shut off the water with a sigh, shaking my head. I'm just being paranoid again, as always.
I quickly wrap up in a towel to ward off the chill brought on by the absence of hot water and the mid January weather, stepping over the pile of bloody clothing as I open a second door leading to my room.
After scrounging through my dresser I pull on a pair of black fleece sleep pants with pink skulls on them and a lacy pink tank top.
I fall back onto the mattress, legs hanging over the side and a pleased sigh escaping my lips as I am finally able to relax.
I hear a low hiss to my and something lightly flicks the back of my hand, prompting me to look to my right where a small, milk colored snake curls itself around my wrist and index finger.
Slowly I raise my hand so that the snake's head hovers above my face. "Sorry Nyx, did I wake you?" I ask, receiving a hiss in response. She ruffles her tiny wings in agitation, throwing light onto her scales which glimmer like aurora gems in the low light of the room. Her dark coal black eyes seem to be glaring into my amethyst ones and I release a sigh.
"I said I'm sorry," I say, tapping Nyx lightly on the top of her head with my finger. "I had a long night, one I'm about to forget anyway,"
For a moment all is quiet as I stare at the snake and she stares at me.
"Shit," I say, my free hand falling to my forehead. "I forgot to get rid of the clothes. What am I gonna think in the morning when I find ripped and bloodied stealth tech on the bathroom floor?" I sigh. "This is why I never use that technique on myself." I slowly sit up and make my way quickly to the bathroom, Nyx still wrapped around my finger.
I grab up the clothing in one hand and toss it into the trash bin, carefully setting my laurel wreath in the sink and my boots by the door. Nyx crawls up my hand to coil around my arm, leaving my hands free while I mop up the blood.
Finally I have the bathroom and hallway looking straight again and the trash has been taken out. My ruined stealth replaced by a new set in the closet.
"Now I can finally go to sleep," I say, collapsing on the bed and pulling the covers over myself, Nyx makes herself comfortable on my pillow while I turn out the lights.
"Goodnight Nyx," I murmur through a yawn. I look out the window next to me into the night. "Goodnight Dad,"
I hope you liked it, I'm not completely satisfied with the ending and may rewrite the last few paragraphs later, but to be an author is to never be satisfied with what you create until you reach the highest level, and I've got a long way to go.
and to my readers I will try to remedy the lost chapters situation as soon as possible, I wish I could have given you this along with the new updates I'd planned, as well as the multiple chapters I'd had per story stocked up That aside, please tell me what you thought, I would love to hear from first time readers as well
