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She drifted in and out for a short while. When there was a sting of tweezers gently searching the wound on her side, looking for bullet fragments, the burn of antiseptic, the pressure of the bandages. She could feel the pull of the drugs Alfred had slipped her. Her arms were heavy and her mind began to fog. She didn't want to sleep, and had she been in better condition she could have fought off its affects... Bat training... But in her condition...
Alfred placed his supplies back onto the tray. "The drugs I've given her should keep her out for a while." He tucked the blanket up under her chin. "The bullet just bit in a little, no remnants inside the wound. A few stitches and she'll be just fine. Poor dear, seems to have dislocated her shoulder. It'll be a while before that heals up. She could use her rest." He turned to see Bruce Wayne standing in the doorway. Though he may have been dressed in civilian clothes his face retained the steady gaze of the dark knight.
Bruce had watched her approach on the manor once Alfred had called to the cave, explaining what she'd said to him. There were a very limited few he's trusted with the secret and this young child had never been on his list. He could see she was hurt, she'd stagger as she'd run. He didn't see her as a threat and gave Alfred the ok to let her in. He needed answer, needed to know why she knew, or thought she knew his secret life. As it seemed, he'd have to wait since she passed out at the front door.
"Did she say anything else?" He asked, voice grim.
"Nothing aside from what I've told you, sir. She got nothing but my name out before collapsing." Stepping away from the bed which they'd given the girl to sleep on, he eyed the stuffed pack that he'd picked up. "She did bring a bag with her. I thought it best to allow you to examine it."
Bruce looked to the overstuffed bag, the flap covering the top barely closed. His eyes narrowed. There could be any number of things hidden inside. He contemplated taking it to the cave but feared there may be any number of devices to track it's where abouts, any hidden cameras, wires. It could be a bomb. There would be no telling without risking either his identity or his life. Talk about a loose-loose situation.
Gently pushing Alfred back away from the bag he knelt down. With nimble fingers he gently worked the clasp that held on it's cover, flipping the cloth open once freed. Blue eyes peeked inside to the contents. Laid out on top of carefully folded material was a black "feathered" domino mask. The white out lenses were drawn. Picking up the small mask he realized just how high tech it was. Shaped and lined, there were a number of wires running along the inside of it, all leading to different devices. It matched any of his cowls. There was white out lenses, night vision, thermal..
Quietly placing the device down on the floor he reached further into the bag. Pulling out a body suit reinforced with Kevlar. Long sleeved, gray chest/arms pointing downward in a triangle and meeting brown. In the center of the chest was a thick outline of a bird, wings spread and head turned to the side embroider into the fabric. Running the fabric through his fingers he could see it'd been worn. There was a bloodstained gash from where he'd sustained the bullet wound. With one hand still holding the uniform he searched with the other, finding gray leggings, black miniskirt, and finally a utility belt. Top grade. Reaching into one of the pockets he pulled out a small metal device. Once brought into the open the compact metal sprang to life, what was once an oval silver metal sprang open, semi circular brown "wings" Springing from its' sides. Whoever this girl was, she was well supplied to a battle. But that just raised more questions. Who WAS she? And whose side was she on?
"Careful... theres dangerous stuff in there..." Bruce looked to the bed. The girl, looking more than half dead was slumped forward as she fought to stay up, made all the more difficult by the fact that her left arm was stuck in a sling and unable to assist in the support. "Though you should be fine.. You made more than half of them..."
Immediately he tried putting on is most innocent, naive 'playboy' faces. He stood, holding the small device as though he'd never seen it before in his life, like it's mechanics were completely strange to him. "I'm sorry miss but I'm not sure I know what you're talking about. You've hurt yourself pretty bad. I have help on the way. If there's anything you need.."
Her face steeled. "Cut it Bruce." She swayed for a moment, her head swimming as she tried to sit up straighter. "We've got more important things than you're put on of a rich, ignorant playboy." She looked up, locking eyes. "The very fact that you don't know who I am proves that..."
"I'm not sure what you want. All I can assure you is that whoever you are, your apparent accusations are certainly false."
"Sparrow" She spoke. Her voice had dropped, it was heavy and cracked. The drugs Alfred had slipped her, she shouldn't even be awake. "I'm one of Batmans birds.." She spoke softly. "One of your birds..." His face became a bit more serious, still disbelieving. Internally she was warring. All her training screamed at her. Never bring any part of the costume from the cave. NEVER speak of yours or anyone elses identity outside the cave. Nothing 'Batman' outside the cave!
" Clark Kent, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Arthur Curry, John Jones." She tried her hardest to keep both her tone and her face steady as she recited the original 7 of the JLA. Well, leaving out Bruce himself of course. "Need more..?"
Bruce turn to the Bat without the suit in a moment. His face was hard, eyes like steel daggers. "Who are you. Where did you come from. Why are you here." His voice was cold and as usual, none of it was a request. This information was demanded.
"Wish I could tell you why I'm here." With the urgency to make Bruce drop his day persona gone, she took on more of a quality that befitted her age of 12 years. Her head was spinning, her stomach was lurching with the effort of fighting back the drugs. "Like I said... I'm one of your birds... or I Will be.." She fell back against the pillows with anything but grace, closing her eyes and trying to block out the light.
"What are you saying?"
"You once theorised there were multiple worlds. Universes. I saw your ideas like a cheesy sci-fi flick. Each world was separated by some dimension, universal divide or something. Time space continuum or whatever... I'm not the brains of the group." She held the front of her head with her right palm, pressing against her temples with her thumb and middle finger. "You said that each world would have it's own characteristics, that it could be as different as night and day. As of yet you hadn't found a way to cross that divide. Apparently... Some one, or something.. has.." Cracking an eye open, though struggling to stay conscious, She caught his attention. "I'm from a different time, possibly even another Earth."
Bruce held the small brown winged object in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. The girl had passed out moments after their conversation. Assuring that she had indeed fallen into sleep he removed any and all possible weapons, taking her pack with him when he left. He did not need her getting a hold of something harmful.
Upon further inspection of the belt he found many things matching his own. He was now forced to face the facts that either she was speaking the truth or she was one hell of a copy cat. The fact that she appeared to know all the secrets the league had, and that was playing with the very theory that she claims brought her here. He flipped the "batarang" like object in his hands once more. He'd now spent hours sitting in his study, staring into the fire as he contemplated the possibilities, the odds. He'd long ago sent Dick to bed, skipping out on patrol. Dick had, of course, put up a fuss only exasperated by the fact that he hadn't told him of their visitor or that she as the reason they were skipping.
There would be no telling how this could affect the world if she were telling the truth.
Sorry it's so short! Writers block! . k, well keep tuned! And don't worry, Young justice will join eventually. And it'll be fun when they do!