OMG SOOOOOOOO SORRY YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW CANADIAN I FEEL RIGHT NOW
MASSIVE BLOCK AND MY AUNT'S COMPUTER CRAPPED OUT!
Basically I lost my train of thought and now have limited time to update PLUS my exams are this week so it will be a while before I update again. Supper sorry but well let's face it.
"Life is a bastard, Fate is its bitch, and Death its sister."
Rave walked towards the other two girls with a napping Robin in her arms. He had been hit with a special form of "Joker Toxin" that thankfully didn't spread to far across the body. The antidote was easy enough, getting said antidote to him was another story. Back on track, Rave looked towards ProData whom was eyeing the boy.
She raised a hand and started to scan the boy, "He is cured of the Joker's toxin." She smiled.
"What do we do now?" Saquatine asked.
"You will take Robin home." Rave ordered and handed the boy over to her. "ProData will find Batman and bring him to his son." The Robo-girl nodded, determined. "I will deal with the Joker, that clear?"
"Yes mother." Both girls responded. They all left the building in different directions with Batman tailing the robot.
LET'S VISIT SAQUATINE
Oh wow this guy is heavy, not as heavy as she thought but still heavy! Saquatine made it to Wayne Manor with Robin on her back dozing. She tread lightly and smoothly as to not wake him since he was still healing from that Joker toxin. Robin's bedroom window was open so she silently climb through. Not bothering to really notice the room, she just found the bed and tucked him in. A light glare hit her eye causing her to look over to see where it came from. A picture on a dresser by the window had a glint from the moon light, being part cat she naturally went to see what it is.
It was a happy family picture.
Her mother(Rave) had told her and her sister the true identities of the superheroes. This was Robin's family before Zuko had interfered, they were so happy. Little Robin was pretty cute.
Unbeknown to her Robin was awake and watching with one eye. He saw as she picked up his family picture carefully, tracing the picture with her finger(?) He felt that he should be upset with this but she looked sad, ears drooped, tail hung still, eyes low.
Then the window was bust open.
LET'S VISIT PRODATA
ProData did NOT like her plan what. so. ever. What was her plan? Light up a bat-signal made of fire on the roof of Wayne tower. Stupid idea but it should the trick since he would come out of his hiding place. Batman was a little impressed she didn't jump when he showed himself behind her.
"What have you done with Robin?" She didn't look back as she moved to the edge and pointed down. Batman cautiously moved next to the robot to find what she's pointing at. The cat-girl making quick work navigating the rooftops with Robin on her back. He was about to grab a tracker from his belt when a cold hand stopped his gloved one.
"Both wings must fly home, mothers orders."
Batman glared at her as she loosened her grip his wrist. "What do you me to do?"
"Do you call it your grappling gun or bat-claw?" 'Bat-claw' he thought as he grabbed his grappling gun from his belt. Just then, something happened that the bat just barely registered. ProData pulled his arm out and used her free hand to grab his bicep and thrust it upward. She then twisted in front of him, putting her left leg behind his right. Releasing his wrist, she safely unhooked his utility belt and shoved him back. Effectively obtaining Batman's utility belt while he fell back on the roof on his rear, still holding his gadget. Batman sat up to see the Robo-girl in the air, her feet were emitting energy waves which were lifting her with deadly silence. She showed him his belt and flew off in Wayne Manor's direction before Batman could latch onto her. 'This is crazy, last time I take Saquatine's advice.' Was her thought process a she made her way to Wayne Manor with Batman not far behind, till she busted through a half open window.
There it is.
Please review to let me know of any mistakes or if there is something you want to see, sorry it was a bit short.
