What was I doing, dodging bullets in actuality, not in the Metaphoric sense, how can you dodge tons of real bullets shot at you and why.
Slade claims it's to test my speed and agility, yeah claims– I think he's a sadist, but I being the mute I am said nothing.
Now here I am, in a room, dodging bullets, literally, and if I fail – that means get shot – I get ten lashes of the whip.
A freaking whip, not that I haven't been whipped before but nobody can dodge forever, no matter how fast or agile you are.
I didn't know how long I'd been dodging, I just knew I had slowed down for ten seconds to catch my breath, that was bad, really bad.
A bullet lodged itself in my arm, and I winced– not from the pain but for my soon to be shredded posterior.
And so with a heavy heart, I picked up the pace.
I don't know when it was, but it was finally over.
I was bending over panting, my arm bleeding, I'm not out of shape, but that sure was hard.
I felt a gloved hand grasp my arm, he was inspecting the wound.
He dragged be along with him to the infirmary, literally, and tossed me on the bed and only one thought came to my mind, Am I that light?; I was so engrossed in my thoughts, that I didn't feel him prodding at the wound or removing the bullet, even wrapping it up, I only snapped out of it when he spoke to me.
'You did better than expected'
Was that praise.
'But...' I knew it.
'You have to carry on with your punishment'
'Whatever' I said bored, getting of the bed and took my shirt of – underneath was a tank top, I haven't lost that much blood.
I walked over to the wall and pressed my hands against it, I know the routine, he's whipped me before.
I hear the crack of the ship behind me, and then...
'I want to hear your screams' Cackled the Joker.
But I couldn't, I tried to tell him, I couldn't scream
Down came his whip on my fragile body, again and again, I was burning.
I gritted my teeth, I couldn't scream;I couldn't break, hewouldn'twantmetoscream, he wouldn't want me to break, not now, not ever.
The burning seized, I glanced up at my tormentor, insanity written all over his grinning face.
'So you're a tough one ain't ya, butIknowwhat'llmakbut I know what'll make you scream' He laughed,plunging a syringe in to my neck.
I didn't know what it was, all I knew were waves of pure imaginable agony.
I blinked, the images disappearing.
I reached for my back, my fingers came back bloody, I blinked back unshed tears and sighed, I spaced out again, it was like I was out of my own body, I saw and felt everything but at the same time I didn't, if that makes any sense.
I turned to Deathstroke, I always cried when he whipped me- though they were silent tears- but his "punishment" is nothing like The Joker's.
An awkward silence hung in the air, so I turned into an hallway into my room and headed to the the shower.
I came out the shower refreshed and bloodless, I had bandaged my arm and put on a loose strapless yellow sundress that I got from the wardrobe which only contained dresses, I don't know why he only gave me dresses, where he got them from and how he knows my size yet I don't what to know.
But only one answer comes to mind... Stalker!.
I sigh, of course he's been watching me, they all have.
Walking over to my bed, I dumped all the contents from my bag on it.
A black body suit, a black face mask– which makes only eyes visible, the notebook and tons of other gadgets that I'm too tired to name.
I know I'm going to be here a while– till Slade figures out what to do to me – so I grab the notebook and rearrange the gems.
It opened with a click.
Where to start, I looked around for a pen.
Ahh, found one.
I was about to use it when I realized it was a miniature laser pointer, cue groan, I chucked it at a nearby wall and kept looking.
At last I found one and it was covered in gems like the book.
Umm...when did I get this pen.
It's the book, it chose you. My mind replied in an eerie voice.
It's been happening lately, I'll just think about something and my mind replies, proof that I'm going crazy.
What is this, barbie freaking diaries. I thought and got no reply, figures.
Maybe if I write something it'll come through. I thought with a shrug
I am a free, billionaire philanthropist.
I looked around, nothing, just like I thought.
What do you think this is, a cartoon. My mind sneered, so now you decide to talk back.
I looked at the mostly blank book in my hand; 'What can I write' I questioned myself.
Anything, anything you want.
And I did what I hadn't done in a long time, I smiled, and this time, a real one, I think.
The things I wrote previously only felt superficial, this time I wrote down all the things I was scared to admit, too afraid to acknowledge, all my emotions were poured into that book, I let out all the emotions I had bottled over the last four years and when I was done I felt lighter than I've been before, so light I felt I could fly again, and that day I promised myself to never hold a grudge ever, no matter what; when you hold a grudge it weighs you down all that anger and bitterness, frankly I never want to feel that ever again and besides I have no proof that the people I am in League with ordered Tony Zucco to kill his parents, I mean if the world's greatest detective was on the case he would know, right.
I closed my diary and put the pen in the pen holder on it– freaky right, its like it was meant for the diary, shut off the light and went to bed, to be frank, it was the best sleep I had in years.
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I skipped down the hallway, humming a random tone, my checkered dress twirling, I didn't even mind the fact I had to wear a dress.
'Are you skipping' I heard Slade sneer – he was not wearing his mask, only the eyepatch.
'Good morning' I greeted, totally ignoring his question.
If he noticed he didn't show it,
'Today you would be honing your skills with the M24 SWS' he said–like he was some drill sergeant telling me to do my best for my country, not a mercenary teaching me how use a snipper rifle –shoving me the case for the gun.
To be frank it was lighter than when I first carried it, but then again, I was eight.
I lowered my head, repressing the smile crawling onto my face and spoke up.
'No'
'Come again' He questioned menacingly.
'I want to try it again, the room'
Slade chuckled darkly.
'You sure are a glutton for punishment'
I frowned, did I like pain, did I seek it out, was I a masochist.
I shook my head at the thought.
No, I don't look for pain, pain finds me, I just don't mind it when it comes.
'Well, are you coming or not' Slade said snapped, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I followed after him.
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I don't know how long it was but I did it, I finally did it, I feel like I'm about to pass out– probably from exhaustion–and run around at the same time– from excitement.
'I did it' I said out of breath to Slade.
*"'*"'*"'*''"Once in a lifetime POV*'"*'*"**'*'*
She did it, did she really... No it's impossible.
I moved forward to inspect her, no entry wounds, she seemed alright – except for the fact she bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Even I couldn't... No.
'Good job' I said, backing away from her.
Then she did something I didn't expect, she reached out and hugged me, but I must have imagined it because I blinked and she was in her original position, flashing me a smile before she sauntered of.
I was as still as statue for a moment one thought ringing through my head.
What just happened.
I straightened myself, I was going to have to check the security footage to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
Walking down the hallway, I knocked once on her door.
The door swung open and there she was leaning on the doorpost; clad in a hooded black suit and mask,she was the total opposite of how she was moments ago.
'We have a mission' She questioned.
I nodded putting on my mask.
'Type'
'Recon' I answered walking away.
'Transport' She asked, stalking after me.
We reached the garage, items covered in black tarps took up space.
I pulled the tarp and revealed two Honda V4's.
She stared at me eyes wide, 'No way. Really'
I raised an eyebrow under the mask, what happened that she lowered her guard.
'Are you coming or what' she said getting on the dark purple one.
I got on the black one– I had both custom built –and tossed her a dark purple helmet.
She raised an eyebrow questioning the color, but put it on.
She revved the engine.
'Are you sure you can ride one of those' I was supposed to be watching her, not signing her death certificate.
She nodded, 'Yes'
She zipped of, 'I mean how hard can it be'
She let out a yell.
Such a strange girl, I thought following after her.
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