Chapter One: Left For Dead

"Mommy? Where are we going?" My six year old self asked Mom, who was sitting in the passenger seat of our car.

"Shut up brat, if we wanted you to know where we were going we would have told you already." Dad said, looking in the rear view mirror, looking at me in the back seat while he was driving. I nodded my head and looked out the car window.

I knew we were still in Gotham because I could still see one of Wayne Tower, but I could tell that we were in the bad side of Gotham. The building's seemed to get darker and darker and there were dark alleyways with graffiti along its walls. I could see people dressed in rags and sitting at corners with signs that were asking for food or money. I could see women dressed in too short skirts and shirts that almost exposed all of their breasts.

By now I was even more curious than I was before because where Mom, Dad, and I lived it looked nothing like this. My six year old self wanted to ask why we were in the bad side of Gotham and where we were going, but I knew dad would be mad if I did ask. So I kept my mouth shut and kept observing the people and the building's pass by. After about twenty more minutes Dad pulled the car over next to a dark alleyway.

"Okay so Mommy's going to take you out of the car, okay?" I heard my Mom say as she herself got out of the car, then she came and opened my car door. I nodded my head, in response to her question.

"Is Daddy coming with us?" I asked my Mom as I stepped out of the car and onto the dirty sidewalk.

"No, Daddy is going to wait in the car for me- I mean us, to get back." Mom said taking my hand and pulling me into the alleyway. I held onto my mother's hand tighter because I was afraid of the dark. We walked a little more ways into the alleyway when suddenly Mom tore her hand away from my grasp then, before I could even look at her to ask what she was doing, Mom kicked me in the back and I fell into a pile of trash bins that were placed on the side of the alleyway.

I heard running footsteps and quickly got up and saw that Mom was just getting into the car, where Dad was waiting. As she started to shut the car door I leapt from where I was and started to run after her. Just as I made it to the end of the alley, Dad stepped on the gas and all I could hear was the screeching of tires.

"Wait!" I screamed after the car, with my hand out like they were suddenly going to come back. I started to chase them but my little six year old legs could only do so much. Just as they turned a corner I tripped and fell to the ground. I looked up in hope that my parents had stopped for me, but all my hope disappeared when I didn't see anything but tire tracks

I felt something wet drip onto my forehead and when I looked up into the sky, I saw that dark clouds had rolled in and looked like they were going to burst at any given moment. I knew that I had to find some shelter, but that was the least of my concerns. All of the sudden a huge down pour started to fall from the sky.

I could feel tears gather in my eyes and I tried to blink them away, but it was no use. I moved from my position of laying on the ground, to my knees and I knew I couldn't keep the tears at bay anymore. I threw my head back and looked up at the sky sobbing my little heart out. I think the worst thing about my parents leaving me for dead in the bad side of Gotham, was that never once did they look back at me.

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I punched the six foot man that I was up against square in the face and he fell flat on his back, knocked out cold. All of the ugly, dirty, low life men around the ring that I was in started to cheer loudly at my victory. I looked around to see some of the dirt covered men look at me with disbelieve, some with anger, and some with pure happiness. They weren't happy that I had come out of the fight with almost nothing but a small bruise, no they were happy because they had won money because I had won.

"Hey Lila!" I heard someone call out over the crowd. I automatically knew that it was my boss, Mr. Nathan because he had called me by my real name, most people just call me "Blooddrop". People call me that because it's my fighting name.

I looked over to the left side of the ring and saw Mr. Nathan standing motioning with his hands for me to come over to him, so I jogged over to him and he handed me a cold wet towel which I used to wipe my forehead and the back of my neck.

"Hey you're doin' great kid!" Mr. Nathan said excitingly. I knew he was excited because I had just won a huge lump of cash for him. "Now you just have to win one more fight and then we can go home." He said counting the money in his hand.

"One more? Mr. Nathan you know I can only fight eight to ten people and win, if I fight more than that I'll lose. And I've already fought ten people, I'm at my limit." I said rubbing the back of my neck in an unsure way. I had known Mr. Nathan ever since I was about eight.

When my parents left me on the streets to die, I learned quickly that I would have to be tough to live. I was about eight when I was found by Mr. Nathan, he had found me looking through some trash outside, trying to find something to eat. He saw potential in me and took me under his wing, granted he was hard on me but nonetheless he gave me a roof over my head and some food in my stomach. I was about nine when I started to fight for money. I was the reigning champion of down-town Gotham. I had never lost a fight and I wasn't planning on it, but I knew that my fighting limit was, at most ten people. I knew that I would lose if I were to fight more than ten people. I had "work hours" so to speak, I would wake up every morning at seven and I would start fighting at eight, and my "shift would end at nine p.m. I fought for Mr. Nathan and in return he gave a place to live and food and some other necessities in life.

"Oh sure you can kid, now get out there and win or there will be consequences little girl." Mr. Nathan grabbed the front part of my shirt and lifted me so I was face to face with him and I was on my tippy toes.

"Yes Mr. Nathan." I said looking down.

"Good girl." Mr. Nathan put me down and patted my hair, than gave me a little shove to get back into the ring.

The ring was a big circle with metal sheets around it acting as the walls. The audience was about half a foot off the ground letting the people see everything that was happening. The ring was much like a dog fighting ring, it had the "walls" and the two doors on either side of the ring where the fighters would enter and then brawl it out. And the doors wouldn't open unless the door keeper guy opened it for the fighters, so basically the only way you could leave the ring was to either end the fight and be victorious or be the loser still on the ground. The ground in the ring was just dirt so it was easy to blind my opponent and attack them.

I wore a black sports bra and some black skin tight leggings. I had long black hair that was pulled up into a ponytail. I also wore mask to cover my mismatched eyes, my left eye was a piercing blue and my right was a forest green. The reason I wore a mask was one of two reasons, one people would be able to identify me on the streets and I could get attacked, and two was that the people I fight and beat up almost never take me seriously at first because I'm a girl and I knew for a fact that they would think something was wrong with me if I didn't cover my eyes. Therefore they wouldn't put in their best effort to take me down.

I stood on my side of the ring waiting for the next person to fight. I stood putting most of my weight on my left leg and I had my arms across my chest with a board, emotionless expression on my face. After a few moments I uncrossed my arms and shook out my hands that had boxing bandages on them. I also wore boxing bandages on my feet, solely because it was easier to move around in. I then stretched out my arms and legs and got ready to fight.

I heard the door on the other side of the ring start to clank open. I immediately took a fighting stance and started to observe my next opponent. The man that I was up against was about six foot tall, he was a giant compared to my five foot four self. This guy also had huge muscles with veins looking like they were going to pop at any moment. He had black buzz cut short hair with brown eyes. He was wearing nothing but a black speedo. I could tell that this guy had a lot of ego because of what he was wearing and because he started laughing when he first saw me.

"Okay, okay. Very funny guys, but where's the 'toughest opponent' you told me about?" The guy looked around the ring at all of the men standing there.

"Man this guy is a fucking idiot." I thought as I watched him turn his back to me, that was when I made my first move. I ran at the guy, put my hands on the ground, and did a flip hitting him in the back of the head with my feet. The guys head slammed into the edge of the "wall" of the ring and I quickly did a couple back flips to get to the other side of the ring. I heard many men in the audience "oh" at what I had done. When I was safely on my feet, I again leaned on my left leg with my arms crossed.

The guy whipped around to look at me and I saw that I had caused him to have a bloody nose. He slowly raised his hand to his face and used the back of his hand to wipe away the blood. He looked at his hand with the blood on it for a moment, then looked back at me with a sort of hatred that would scare the devil away. But not me. I smirked knowing that now that fight was on.

The guy ran towards me and made an attempt to punch me in the face, but I did a backflip to avoid the attack. In the split second that his arm was still pointed at the ground, I ran at him and used his arm as a ramp. When I got to his shoulder I did a front flip while kicking him in the back of the head again, making him stumble to the ground. While I landed perfectly. I heard all of the men "oh" again and I turned back around to face my dumb opponent.

"Come on! Come on, Face Crusher! Get the fuck up!" One of the men yelled at my opponent. "Ah so your name is Face Crusher, wow how pathetic." I thought as I got into my usual stance, leaning on my left leg with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Why you little bitch!" I heard Face Crusher harshly grunts as he got up, his face covered in dirt. A smirk made it's way onto my face as I asked with my menacing voice,

"Not gonna underestimate me now, are ya?"

Face Crusher just grunted again and ran at me again with his arm up, as though he was going to punch me again. I sighed thinking, "They never do learn do they?" As I was in the middle of my backflip to avoid the attack, suddenly Face Crusher grabbed ahold of my right ankle. My eyes widened in surprise as he lifted my short and slim body into the air.

His hold on my ankle was so tight that I knew I wouldn't be able to get out of it anytime soon. Face Crusher held me up so I was face to face with him, me stilling being held upside-down. He had a menacing smile on his face when he said, "Let's take that ego down a few notches."

He then started to swing me around but banging my back into the dirt ground of the ring, over and over again. Everytime he would slam me into the ground what little air I had left in me would be knocked out again. When he was about to slam me into the ground again, I heard the sickening crack of my right ankle breaking. My eyes widened, but I didn't cry out because that would be a sign of weakness and in order to survive I couldn't show weakness.

When Face Crusher slammed me into the ground again, but this time he let go of my ankle. I laid in the dirt for a moment trying to catch my breath. I heard Face Crusher laugh and he started to walk away thinking that the fight was over. Ignoring the throbbing pain of my broken and bruised ankle, I got up and stood leaning on my left leg and crossed my arms over my chest.

Face Crusher was on the other side of the ring, with his arms up in the air like he had won. All of the men were cheering until they saw I was standing up again. When Face Crusher finally realized that most of the men had stopped cheering, he looked back at me and glared.

"Ya know, when you first stepped into the ring, I thought you were just some big duffus that didn't know his left from his right. Now that I know that you can actually fight, let's get this show on the road shall we?" I asked.

"Man you are one stubborn little girl, now aren't you? You just don't know when to shut up and quit." Face Crusher said now fully facing me. "But since you are obsessed with fighting me, I guess I will take you on as an opponent."

"You're gonna wish you hadn't." I said while getting into a fighting stance. I started to observe Face Crusher, and I started to calculate how I would be able to take him down in the quickest and most efficient way possible. Once I had calculated enough I saw Face Crusher made his first move, by aiming for my broken ankle.

While he was aiming down I had the perfect shot of his right arms pressure point. His arm went limp and I saw that he was confused, I had thought that it would have taken longer for him to process like everyone else I had faced. But I was wrong, Face Crusher got over it fast and threw a powerful punch with his left arm to the right side of my temple.

The force was so great that it sent me about two feet away from him and I could see little black dots in my vision for a second. I shook out my head, then got back up into a fighting stance waiting for Face Crusher's next move. When I turned back to him I saw that he was shaking his right arm and stretching it out. My eyebrows scrunched together wondering why and how my pressure point tactic didn't work as well. "Maybe it was because I didn't push hard enough, I mean I have fought ten people already...yeah, yeah that's it. That's why it didn't work." I thought.

I was suddenly knocked out of my thoughts when the right side of my temple what hit again by an outrages force. As I got to my hands and knees, I could see small black dots all around me. Before I even had time to shake out my head Face Crusher punched the back of my head, making my face slam into the dirt ground. I was flat on my stomach with my face in the ground. As much as I wanted to just give up, I knew that was not an option. I knew the consequences for losing.

I slowly dragged my body onto my feet ignoring the screaming pain in my head, and the dull throbbing pain of my right ankle. My upper body swung from side to side as I got to my feet, I kept my head down facing the ground as I stood. I could feel the part of me that I kept locked away, slowly coming out. I felt an insane smile make it's way to my face.

After a few minutes I whipped my head up and tilted my head to the side a bit so I could see Face Crusher. He looked a little unsure about me now, probably because the other side of me was out to play. "Well, well, well, I have been wanting to come out and play all day." I heard myself say, then I started laughing like The Joker. I even scared myself sometimes. But I then have to realize that, this is not me, it's the other me, the insane me that only wants unnecessary bloodshed.

When the other side of me comes out to "play", I have no control over what I do or say, but I can see everything that "I" do. Another thing is that, when I'm like this, I don't feel any pain. I feel it when the real me comes back, the insane me doesn't feel a thing. The insane me only comes out when I am really mad, scared, or when I'm enough pain that the other me says that that is enough and she then comes out. This is one of the reasons I seem almost emotionless all the time, because if I was to show any extreme emotion I could really hurt people.

"Do you want to play a game?" I asked Face Crusher. When he didn't respond, I continued, "Why don't we play a game where the last person with the least broken bones wins!" I said excitedly while clapping my hands together. "But I have somewhat of a disadvantage. My right ankle is already broken." I said gesturing to my ankle with a frown. My insane smile came crawling back to my face when I said, "Let's fix that."

In less than five seconds I was across the ring next to Face Crusher. I swung my leg around, swiftly sweeping him off his feet and causing him to fall flat on his back. I quickly walked down to Face Crusher's right ankle and jumped on it, hearing a satisfying crack of his bone breaking. I smiled as I heard Face Crusher's scream, while I did front flips landing back in my spot across the ring. Face Crusher looked up at me with pure hatred in his eyes, but I just smiled like I was the Joker.

"I know what you want! I know you want to beat me to a pulp!" I screamed at Face Crusher, "If you want to so bad, come and get me." I said with a dark voice.

As soon as those words left my mouth, Face Crusher got into a running position and started to run head first. Because he had his head down slightly, I didn't move until he was right in front of me. Then I jumped up, landed on his back with all of my body weight, which wasn't much, then jumped off doing a double flip and landing on my feet. Once again Face Crusher was face down in the dirt.

"You know I don't think your name should be Facer Crusher anymore, considering your face in always in the ground." I laughed, "I think I'll call you, Face Crushed!" I laughed again and I even heard some of the men that were out in the crowd laugh as well. This seemed to really upset Face Crushed because once again he tried to charge me. And once again I dodged.

"Stop playing, Blooddrop! We don't have all night!" I could hear Mr. Nathan's voice shout over the other cheering men. I knew he was watching me so I didn't need to make any eye contact, instead I just nodded my smile dispersing.

"Sorry Face Crushed, I'm gonna have to leave now and let her finish you off. It was nice to play with you, we should do it again sometime." I said waving slightly. I felt the insane part of me return to her rightful place and I was in complete control over my body again. I felt all of the pain hit me like a train and almost brought me to my knees, but I refused to bow down to the pain. To show my opponent and everyone there, that I was weak. Mr. Nathan taught me that if I showed any pain at all, I would be considered weak and my enemy could and would use that against me.

"You are in for one hell of a beating, little girl." Face Crushed said menacingly while wiping blood from his top lip that had dipped down from his bleeding nose. I didn't reply, I just looked at him with an emotionless face. Well at least that's what everyone saw, but really I was thinking of different ways to bring down the big idiot that was in front of me. "Not gonna talk aye? What happened? Did all of your confidence suddenly disappear?" He kept taunting me. Trying to get me to move before I was ready to attack. "Well that's no matter, I'll still beat you to a pulp." Face Crushed then got into an attack position. That's when I made my move.

Before Face Crushed could even take a step forward I was running at him full speed. When I was right in front of him, I swung my left fist into his right ear making his head swing left. I then hit his left ear with my right fist, making his head go in the opposite direction. I could almost hear the ringing in his ears.

I took the opportunity I had to punch him in the ribs, cracking at least two. While he was doubled over in pain, I lifted my right knee up and weaved my hands together then swinging them down on the back of Face Crushed head, making his jaw come down on my knee. I could feel and hear the horrible crack of his jaw, most likely breaking it.

Face Crushed was now standing up, but was leaning back a bit with his hands on his jaw. He was leaving his torso wide open, so I took the opportunity to kick him with all of the force I could muster right where I had cracked his ribs before. Again I could feel his bones cracking under my force. All I could hear was Face Crusher's groans of pain, no one in the audience was cheering. I then stood upright and got into my signature stance, arms crossed over my chest while leaning on my left leg mostly because my right ankle was broken. My final attack had taken less than fifteen seconds.

I looked around the audience, looking for Mr. Nathan because he had made a rule that I couldn't leave the ring until he nodded the okay. Once I spotted him, I saw that he was already looking at me. He nodded and I turned around and started to leave the ring from my side. No matter how much pain my ankle or the rest of my body was, I would show no pain as I was in or when I left the ring.

When I got to my door of the ring, I looked up at my door keeper and saw that he was still looking at Face Crushed with an open mouth. I sighed and picked up a small rock from the dirt ground in the ring, then I threw it at my door keeper lightly. I didn't like to hurt people, but I was forced to. When the small rock hit my door keepers arm he looked down at me in confusion, I nodded my head to the door and he made a face like he had just realized that I wanted out. He pulled the lever and the door opened. I nodded in thanks and continued walking down the little tunnel that was in front of me. The tunnel was only about six feet long, but it was always pitch black so I couldn't see anything. I had been through that tunnel a million times that I had memorized where to step and where not to step. When I reached the end I saw that Nathan was waiting for me.

"Mr. Nathan." I nodded in recognition. He nodded in responce and he started to walk away from the ring and out into the cold night of Gotham. I followed knowing that was what he wanted me to do. I wouldn't show any type of pain in front of anyone, I would wait until I was completely alone.

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A/N: Okay guys! How did you like it! This took me about a week and a half to write, I think. Anyway I hope that the fight scene's were detailed enough so you guys could tell what was going on! And I'm sorry that no one from the Bat Family was in this chapter, but all of them will be there for the next chapter, so stay tuned. And as always, I LOVE YOU MY BOOKWORMS!