Hello! So I made this bigger and well hopefully better than the prologue. I don't own any characters other than Arkham bred!
Chapter 1
Pov Arkham bred
The fight was getting intense and I could only dodge so much on the small rooftop before the damned bat finds a hole in my defence. What's worse is that Robin keeps running around the edges, jabbing, making sure there's no escape routes for me to slip away. I deliver a sharp blow on batman's chest from my sharp claws and that's probably been the best hit I've done for the last 5 minutes and hell, batman looked like he didn't even feel it. Sure the bats got my wings strapped together and sure my odds are decreasing with every dodge but I've been taught to never give up, even when the odds are not in my favour. I dodge two more times before robin jabs me directly in the stomach, making me fall in the ground, winded. I look up in time to see them staring down at me before they handcuff my hands. They looked pissed. Robin slowly kneeled down in front of my face and started to pull back my hood and my mask. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see their reaction. I felt the mask get pulled off half way when...
"Rochelle Flight! Are you sleeping in my class?!" My school teacher, Mr Down said in front of the whole class. My face grew red in shock and I simply replied "sorry..." Mr Down when back to teaching and I quickly wrote down all the notes that I should have wrote down. I hate school. What child actually likes school, I mean sure you make friends but putting effort into learning is boring and stressful. My parents teach me many things like how to make a good bomb, what to do if your falling off a building and have nothing to grab hold of and all that villainy stuff but at school the most I've been taught is that the more you do maths, the more complicated it becomes. My parents made me go to school outside of Arkham at the age of 6 and would always say "if your gonna be evil at least get through high school, then you would be and look smarter than any common thug that leaves in the streets." Which I guess makes sense because I'm no street rat. Rochelle Flight is the name my parents decided to call me. Don't ask me why, they would usually reply "the name suits and has a meaning somewhere." Cryptic parents are the worst. I looked up at the clock above the teacher. The clock read 3:10. Making a happy sighing noise I start to pack my items and wait for the sweet sound of the bell.
As I sat there waiting for the 5 long minutes to go by, I pondered if I should rob a bank. "I do kinda need some cash and I need to refresh some skills... But most banks haven't been restock yet so it won't be much...Ah fuck it! Let's rob a bank, I'm bored anyway." The bell suddenly rang, dragging me back to reality and all the students got up and fast walked out the room, chatting and shouting. As I started to walk out the gates of my school, a limo pulled up behind me and picked up some kid who had the snuggest grin on his face. "Rich people getting picked up in limos. Even from school? Who even is this kid and why does he even need to come to this shitty school?" I thought. Whilst shaking the thought from my mind I decided to turn down an alleyway to hide from the public eyes. I walked down the alleyway until it hit a dead end. I looked around first just to be sure and then took off my school clothing leaving me in my birthday suit. Now any normal person would question her as to why she just stripped naked but I have a good reason. I place my school clothing in a hole thats dug up just to hide my clothes for tomorrow classes and pull out my signature outfit. My outfit alone isn't much as it consists of a black hoodie, a red and black checkered mask and red trigger pants what have holes cut out of them. Pain shot through the top of my back and the coccyx and I started to transform. Wings shot straight through the holes in my hoodie and a reptilian like tail fitted into the hole I cut for it. Transforming into this dragon like form hurt like hell the first time but the more I did it the less painful it became. I flapped my scaley wings and shot straight into the air, far above the smoggy clouds that plague the city. With more flapping of the wings I started to head home and take an nap before the heist.
Now when I meant home, I meant a crappy, poop coloured, rundown building near the infamous crime alley. The house does have the goods with running water, electricity, a bed and even some sort of storing device what had a built in clock that sets times. I landed behind the house, morphed my wings and tail back into my body (which stung a little) and walked around the block, watching for spies before heading inside. My parents often ask if I would like to live with them but I always refuse because they already done so much for me and besides if worse comes to worse for me I could always retreat back into my room in Arkham asylum. I walked inside, locked the door, locked al the windows and then jumped onto my bed. Beds are great compared to Arkhams Rock hard floors. I Set the storage device alarm to wake me up in 5 hours (when the night is just comming up) and attemped to fell asleep.
Confused as to why Arkham bred (Rochelle Flight) has powers?! Well it all will be explained soon because I've got to get the story moving and give more of a background. Don't worry I know what I'm trying to write and I'm going to try my best! leave a note or something if you see something you like or something.
