Okay. This is the second chapter, which I finally got up. I didn't really get the tone right in the first chapter, so kinda plan on your mental images of my characters changing a bit. After all, you've only met Thorn! Also, I changed the original characters to sorta fit my story, so if they don't click right away, just wait. Oh, and this story kinda swaps between different styles, like third person from a person's view...So try to keep up.

I own nothing other than Thorn and anyone else I make up... Though I really want to own all of the Batman characters... Anyways...

Thorn walked back through the dank streets of Gotham, clutching her food close. She made it to an

alleyway nearby before noticing her best friend and accomplice, wrenching wheels from the Batmobile.

"Jason! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The teen looked up from his work, "Hey Thorn! Look at this! It's the Batmobile! Can you imagine how

much we could get for these tires?"

"Jason Todd, you're gonna get so busted." She said, laughing.

"Maybe so, but it's worth a shot. Hey, is that food you're holding?"

"Yeah," She walked over to him, tearing a piece of the bread off, "Have a bit."

"Thanks." He leaned on the car, "All this work is making me hungry. You swipe the money for that

bread?"

"I stole the thing that got me the money, so… Yeah, kinda."

The ragged teen shrugged, "Eh, it's still money. Make you a deal. Help me with these tires, and I'll buy

you something in return.

"Return for the tires?"

"No, for this!" He ripped off half of the bread and retreated onto the hood of the car, inhaling the bread.

"Hey! That was mine!"

"Oh, you whiner. I promised I'd buy you something in return."

"God, you're rude. Gimme a wrench."

"It's a tire iron."

"Whatever!"

He tossed her the tool, and they made quick work of the tires.

"God damn it, how much work does he put into his car?" Thorn poked the tire she was holding, recoiling

quickly when her finger bent awkwardly against it, "Ow…"

"Wimp."

Neither noticed the figure that had just appeared.

"Unreal…"

Both jumped and looked up, "Oh, shit." They said in unison.

Thorn dropped her tire iron, and started to back away as the menacing figure took another step forward.

Her friend charged, "Thorn! Run!" He slammed his tire iron into the man's stomach, knocking the wind

out of him.

"You crazy son of a bitch!" She stood frozen.

"Grab a tire and run, damn it! I'll catch up!"

She did as she was told, turning on her heel, grabbing a tire, and running like a bat out of hell.

By the time she stopped, she was in the small, abandoned old home that she and Jason called home.

She waited, expecting him to waltz in the door any second.

But he never came, and she began to fear the worst.

Her friend was gone, and she would never see him again.

She was only half-right.

DONE!

Okayz folks, now you have to wait for my next chapter...Muahahahahahahaha!

Sorry if my attitude has offended you in some way, but it's my story, so I'm allowed.

And... CUT!

Great, time to get a frappichino.

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