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Though I wouldn't mind hearing what you guys want to see in the story especially early on since if you want me to start throwing in pairings I need a heads up...
Yes I am completely cheating you guys out of so many chapters with this update but hey would you rather one long update or a bunch of much shorter ones... shut up you get the long one!
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Chapter 2
Tim dodged again this was his fifth time running though the training program having set it on its hardest difficulty. He gritted his teeth as leaped over obstacles.
"Can't you do better than that Wounder Boy?" the girl taunted having dodged the boy's attack again, a card was held in her hand. She turned preparing to throw it when the boy came charging back. With one quick movement the card was in the air and sliding just past his ear.
He had thought the card had missed him till he felt the warm liquid falling from his ear. The girl smirked pulling a stray strand of ink black hair from her face.
"Well ain't you lucky I missed"
He gritted his teeth; thanks to her he had a notch in his ear. He only had one saving grace in that situation. Decks had to be a terrible shot to have missed an enemy running strait at her. He dodged the blur that was coming at him and then the other one and the one after that. He started wondering if Bruce had just given up at some point making this course.
Of cause that was the thought that led to him being hit and having to start again, not that he wasn't far from the beginning anyway. He glanced over at Bruce who didn't speak as he reset the machine and waited for Tim to get back to the starting mark.
He had been surprised by the boy's sudden almost religious training before he would hear at least a groan most days. He suspected that Decks was the inspiration for this, though he was worried about how much defeating the girl had taken over the boy's mind. He pressed the button that started the machine while watching the boy run through it.
The girl threw a punch which he dodged and took hold of her arm, she tried to pull away kicking at him. It was an accident a moment where he didn't know what had happened.
One moment the girl had let out a pain filled cry surprising him. The way she held her arm suggested it was broken.
But then she was throwing a punch as if nothing had happened
As he dodged the objects hurling themselves towards him he remembered the other times he had fallen for that trick.
Decks dodged him again however she wasn't ready for the spinning kick he threw at her. She hit the wall and it looked painful. He stood unsure if he should check on her. He took one step and the girl was up again throwing a punch as if nothing had happened, throwing a cheap shot in for good measure.
"Come on Boy Wounder you got to do better than that!"
Robin dodged another flying object, he had stopped caring about figuring out what they were.
Dodging the girl's attack he threw his own. They traded blows as per usual nether side giving in. However Robin didn't have time for it this time. He knew it was cheap but he kicked her in the stomach and she fell backwards. He tied her up having learnt from last time.
Robin moved to where Batgirl was fighting Harley Quinn and the rest of the Joker's yet-to-be-defeated henchmen.
The moment he took his eyes off the card suit themed girl was the moment a card flew straight past his head embedding itself in one of the goon's arms.
When he looked behind him there was no girl.
Tim somersaulted over the large gap panting. Next time he met Decks he still had no clue how she had gotten out of the binds.
"Well what do you think Boy Wounder?" he stared at her. Decks was smirking at him playfully. In her hand was one of her cards. She held it up ready to throw; he did the same with a batarang.
They threw them at the same time.
Decks card clipped his side.
His batarang did much more damage. It hit her shoulder and stuck itself deep, leaving the girl bleeding and having to retreat.
Though the trail of blood didn't lead him far
He was hit again though he was pleased with his progress. Tim doubted Decks would be ready for him next time.
Decks unlike the boy she had decided was her rival was not training... not how you'd think someone like her would train.
In the Joker's latest hide out she didn't have a room, she had a corner. Her corner included a pile of pillows and blankets which wasn't so much a bed as... well a pile of blankets and pillows. On the wall was a dart board where the bullseye had been almost completely carved though, in the centre hung one single card though just barely.
The girl herself was sitting on the ground with three decks of cards in front of her. One was the deck she used when fighting generally. The cards were actually made of tin, easy to throw and much more dangerous than paper cuts. The second pile was also tin however it was the spare card deck from which she was replacing a few missing cards.
The third deck was simply a very old and worn deck of cards. The cards had all come from different decks that had been given to her over the years...
Slam!
Crash!
Boom!
She sighed losing her train of thought. She knew she shouldn't expect quiet when living under a lunatic's roof but it would certainly help.
She glanced over to see what the other's who inhabited the warehouse were doing. She couldn't see much though the random giant stuffed bear was right in her view. She didn't know why it was there... She did live with clinically insane people though so she doubted she would. She peered around the bear to see what was going on.
"But puddin' can't we have a day to a'selves?" Harley Quinn was trying to pull the pale man's face so he had to look right in her eyes. It didn't take Decks a second to figure out what had happened.
Joker was playing mad scientist Harley demanded attention... it amazed her that this all too often occurrence had yet to lead to their deaths.
She also noticed the Clown Prince as he was called was getting steadily less patient with the red and black clothed girl in front of him. Decks sighed which drew attention to herself.
"I'm sorry dear but don't you think that's a little too inappropriate with our daughter around" Both adults looked at the teenager, Harley looked severally disappointed. Decks calmed her own seething emotions.
The Joker had just called her... Fine she'd play along. A cheerful grin appeared on her face and her eyes brightened.
"Don't worry Mum and Dad I'll leave you to have your fun!" She spun around and grabbed her shoulder bag. She placed the mismatched deck within it as well as her knife. She checked herself in the nearest mirror; luckily she was wearing civilian clothes. Decks picked up her long brown jacket and headed for the door whistling a cheery tune as she did. "I won't be out late!" She called in a sing song voice as she gave a wave and made her exit.
"What'ta nice gal, now we have the day to our selves puddin'" she heard as the door slammed shut. She could almost see the Joker's face, furious. She almost hoped she would get back and she wouldn't have to deal with one of them. Disgust replaced the happy expression on her face, again she was lucky... her showmen's skills had come in handy.
She glanced in her bag, there wasn't much in there except for her allowance, why must the crazy's play house? She wondered, a tracking device, part of their deal and a panic button. Though she didn't need ether of those, the Joker's name was enough to keep her safe.
As she walked the streets of Gotham avoiding what seemed to be all day traffic, she wondered what she was actually going to do... Looking down at her clothes she guessed she could use some new ones. She was mostly waring Harley's handy downs, more 'playing house' she guessed and the few she had brought with her. Nether cases were in fantastic condition.
So she hopped on a bus to the better area of town and started looking around for a shopping centre. It wasn't a hard thing to find though however a shop selling what she wanted was.
Decks admittedly had an odd taste in fashion, something people would often call slutty. She wasn't short on confidence when it came to her body... it just came with the territory of having the past she had. She grinned slightly thinking of the happy memories she had shared with her parents between their shows.
Her grin grew bigger when she found a large surf style shop that looked right up her alley as she searched though the items on the sale rack. All the training came in handy she could probably fit anything on the rack. She sifted though the clothes eagerly finding bright, colourful clothes to try on.
She had forgotten how tiring shopping was as she sat down with her cheap meal in front of her and her bags in the seat next to her. There weren't many but they were good and could probably last a while... unless Harley decided to borrow them.
"Mind if I sit here?" she glanced up taking a sip of soft drink. The voice belonged to a boy around her age. She shrugged and waved her hand. She was lucky to get the table in the crowded food court anyway. He smiled at her as he sat down; he pulled his inky hair out of his face before taking a bite of his cheese burger. "I'm Tim Drake by the way" he said after some silence. Decks blinked deciding on an alias to use.
"Jacqueline Peters" she said after a moment "Jackie, Jacks or just Jack is fine" he nodded, they started talking about just general teenager things like school which Decks had to fake her way though since there was no chance of her getting an education while living under a wanted criminal's roof. They kept talking long after they finished eating however Tim got a call which meant he had to go meet someone.
"See you Jack!" He called and the girl waved. She looked at the clock herself and decided she didn't want to go back to the warehouse yet. She mostly wanted to soak up the normalcy of the shopping centre for a little longer... she also didn't want to walk in on anything that would mentally scar her for eternity.
By the time she did leave, after window shopping for hours she caught the late bus and it was starting to get dark as she made her way back to the hide out.
She kept her hands on her knife while walking keeping to the main roads as best she could, of cause the hide out for a major criminal was not in the safer part of the city. However this did not stop a bunch of men from following her. She was aware of them for a while, she wouldn't be alive if she wasn't that capable but she wanted to know why they were following her first.
It was obvious pretty fast that they had no clue who she was and there for were not really a threat. She was deciding what to do with them when she heard a sound from above and quickly moved as a shape came down from the roof and knocked one of the three down. He made short work of the other two, Decks felt almost proud that her rival had gotten so much better in such a short frame of time. She had to stop herself form clapping, she wasn't Decks at the moment.
She had to play the part right?
"Are you okay?" The boy in the masked asked, Decks nodded figuring from his expression she looked like a frightened puppy.
"Thank you for the help" She said trying to appear relieved, she resisted the urge to add a nickname after that, it was hard... He just looked so damn proud about it! But since she couldn't taunt she might as well feed his ego so when they next meet tearing it down can be even funnier "I'm glad there's people like you out here to save people like me" she gave a sweet smile much like the one she had given the Joker this morning.
"Yeah well..." he wasn't used to praise like that "you should get going, streets like this aren't places to be walking alone"
"Know from experience?" She couldn't stop that one, it was a sarcastic response but she was genuinely interested in Robin.
"Yeah I know the streets" he said vaguely, looking up. Decks felt her stomach fall, someone was above them. Their frightening shadow enveloping the two of them, Robin glanced at her. "You better get going before it gets any darker" she nodded absentmindedly as the boy took out a hook shot and flew off. She watched transfixed to the spot for a moment.
It was odd... she had met the Batman before, why had he terrified her this time... Hell the only time she could compare how she felt then was to how she had felt when the Joker had pulled he off the street.
She contemplated this as she went and lay down in her corner.
Robin knew the streets like she did
They both had terrifying... partners
She vaguely shuffled the deck of cards as she thought of all the other likenesses they shared. She meant to take a card from the deck but ended up with two. She grinned at the irony as she looked at them.
"You and I are the same Robin... It's just..." The girl held two cards up "it's just you drew the King and I drew the Joker"
Before you ask about it my own taste in clothes is much more street ware t-shirts and boy cut jeans. I don't know why I decided Decks had that taste in clothes... Probably because I wanted to have her ware something completely different from the norm of the characters I write.
Oh and I start holidays tomorrow yes holidays... that I will spend doing my art, English and photography projects... wait how is that holidays? Anyway I'm hoping to get some more chances to write this and Pokémon mirror over them wish me luck
And remember don't flame unless you have an extinguisher!
