Gotham City
August 9, 02:03 EDT
I open an eye. Someone's watching. I haven't fallen asleep like said before. I climb out of bed and my toes touch the cold floor. I open the window and climb out onto the fire escape. I look around and brush a strand of black hair behind my ear. I look and see a figure on another roof. I narrow my eyes. Deathstroke. I climb back into my window and dig under my bed. I pull out a grappling hook.
"Stupid Slade." I mutter. I climb out the window again. I aim it at the roof Deathstroke was on and shoot. It takes me to the roof and I land on my feet and knees. I stand "There a reason you're stalking me?" I yawn.
"You look horrible. Your mother wouldn't like that." I narrow my eyes and pick the hook off the roof and start winding the grappling hook
"She's not my mom." I reply.
"Your blood says otherwise." I feel him reach for his holster and quickly turn. I wrap my leg around his arm and hold it back and hold his head back. His gun lands on the floor "Looks like your body reading still works." He chuckles. I drop his arm and throw his head forward
"Of course it does. Why do you think I'm dyslexic? Because of Ra's stupid training, I missed 5 years of learning how to read." I growl and rub my goose bumped arms.
"Ra's needed the ultimate weapon. The perfect guard dog." Slade says. I swear he's smirking under that mask of his.
"What do you want now, Wilson? I'm not in the mood for standing out in the middle of freezing Gotham weather if it doesn't benefit me in any way." I tell him.
"Your mother's been trying to reach you."
"And I've been trying to avoid her."
"She gave you life and you-"
"She gave me torture!" I shout "She left me with that horrible man and let him and his assassins do every horrible bit of training to a child! They beat me so I wouldn't stand for days! They tested on me so I wouldn't wake for hours! They trained me so I could spend the rest of my life killing! She's the reason half of my life was pure torture! Lady Shiva is not, no, WILL NEVER BE MY MOTHER!" I scream. The buildings were shaking but stopped once I quit screaming.
"Well, if I wouldn't know better, I would say Ra's tests and training worked." Slade replies
"Oh, go screw yourself." I snap and sit at the edge of the roof. He stands behind me and we're looking at my apartment building
"So, those pathetic bags are your family?" I snapped even worst than what was 5 seconds ago. I twist around and swing my legs under his ankles. When he falls I jump on top of him and hold his arms back with one hand and the other one had a switchblade pressed to his throat
"Don't. You. Ever. Say. Anything. About. Them." I growl between breaths.
"Gladly." I get off him and run my hands through my hair "You changed your hair. You look like a skunk." He tries to joke. Yeah, an assassin joking. Hilarious.
"Its called being a teenager. We always change our hair. It's basic fact." I say, itching my wrists.
"So, you won't speak with your mother?" He asks.
"Not as long as I live." I reply. I look up
"He almost wasn't your father." Slade tells me and I look at him, puzzled
"What?" I ask.
"Ra's wanted the ultimate weapon. Meaning, the best female and male assassin had to conceive it. Ra's only two contestants were your father and I. That pathetic sack of meat was the winner." Slade says and I snort.
"Don't care. I hate him. I hate you. I hate her. I hate the League of Assassins. Only people I love are Artemis and Paula." I tell him.
"What about your other sister? Jade, I think her name is." Slade says.
"Right now you could call our relationship... complicated." I say. She tried to kill my leader and half my team. But she's still my sister. So you understand why it's complicated. As much as I want to her, I can't.
"As much as I don't care for her, Shiva wanted you to read the letter." Slade says and he leaves. I turn and see him gone. I narrow my eyes. I grip the grappling hook and use it to get to the fire escape. I climb into my room and I step on my basketball and almost slip but catch myself on my window railing. I sigh and climb in. I'm about to get in bed when I see the letter on the floor. I bite my lip before picking it up. I sit on my bed and pull out a flashlight from under my pillow. What can I say, I am always prepared for black outs.
To my dearest Carolyn,
I know this is a long shot to send a letter to you. I know of your hatred towards me and the League. But I beg you read this. I do not ask for forgiveness, after all I haven't done for you, asking for that is like wishing on the moon instead of the stars. I wish only to have been there in your life as Paula has. To see you venture on and become a woman. I don't know much about you, only that you and your sister have taken a different course than your father and I and Paula's old life. Please give my thanks to Paula. She took you in as her child when you were not and she and her daughters accepted you while Lawrence still only wished for the weapon you were breed to be. I also ask that you thank the Canary. She has taken you if despite us not seeing eye to eye and have been in combat more than once. I hear you have taken my former name as the Jade Canary. I wish not to, as they say, "Jump to conclusion", but I only hope that this means you still have a small place in your large heart for me. I will forever love you even if you do not care for me. Know that this letter is not for me to thank those who have helped you. But to show my love. I love what I have heard of what you have become. When I had first held you in my arms, though not for long, my stone heart broke and fell at your knees. For you, Carolyn Kasumi Wu-San, are the one who made me feel what love truly is after my sister Carolyn fell. She was as I hope you are like. Kind, warm hearted, and beautiful. But I also hope that my heart brake in letting Ra's Al Ghul take you was not in vain and you can help and defend yourself. I love you and know that you may never feel the same for me. In final note, I apologize for the torture I let them put on you when I left you with them. I apologize for never being the right mother and never defending you. If you ever wish to, please, I ask you contact me. Whether it is to say your hatred for me to me, or for the day that, if it ever come, you care for me and you wish to speak.
From mother, Sandra Wu-San
Tears stream my face and I wipe my eyes with my wrist. I sigh and see the number on the bottom. I reach for my phone but don't. Not now. Not yet.
