The Ghost of a Thief's Past
I woke to an eerie, chilly, empty house. Jason's mother was getting ready for the dinner that night and Jason had gone out on a job. This left me in an abandoned mansion with no real entertainment besides Jason's TV and high quality stereo.
Remembering the conversation I had last night with Jason I knew it was time to visit an old friend of mine. I took a quick shower letting the water sooth my sore muscles and put on my thief outfit.
The shirt was a sleeveless red belly crop made of a thick armor like material. There were orange and yellow designs that in light sparkled like fire. Next I put on a pair of red bikini shorts that had a golden trim, made from the same material as the shirt. My mask was a simple eye mask much like Robin's except for the upper corners which jutted up in a design like a flame and the purple color. My boots that I wore were purple platform boots that reached my knees. I pulled on purple gloves that reached my wrists and had yellow fire designs as well. Lastly I put on my purple cape fastening it with a broach made of fire stones much like my necklace.
I threw some civilian clothes over my thief outfit in case I ran into anybody unexpected then went downstairs. On the kitchen table laid today's newspaper.
Front page read:
Batman Strikes Again; Robin saves lives alongside Teen Titans; Batgirl has retired… But where is The Phoenix?
Batman used to have three sidekicks. Robin decked in black, red, yellow, and green, his signature R-cycle and bow staff; Batgirl the female version of Batman followed in Batman's footsteps when it comes to fighting style; And Phoenix a seemingly forgotten sidekick. She had red hair, an amazingly hott skin tight crime fighting outfit with all kinds of colored flames, a beautiful singing voice, a heart made of the purest gold, and a hero's crime fighting skills. But where is she now? Ever since the Joker had his final laugh Phoenix has been missing in action. She did not declare retirement nor did she move to a new city. No one has spotted her in over two years. So where has she gone? Surely this hero did not believe that without the Joker the streets would become clean; that suddenly we would not need her. People still cry out her name for help yet she never comes. Where did our hero go? Did she give up on us like we gave up on her when we thought about signing the hero registration act? Has our hero become lost and fallen to a level even we can't comprehend? Or was she taken out lost to our reality and living a new adventure? Will we ever know what happened to this heroic beauty? Gotham city still weeps at its loss of this very fine hero. Today is the day Batman and Robin tend to lock up the most villains and fight the most people. Their loss has not been forgotten and their pain has not been lost. Where are you Phoenix? Will you ever come home?
I cringed at the article laying there for all of Gotham's citizens to read. It must be haunting Batman to think of the events that happened today. I groaned knowing I would have to have this talk with Robin sooner than later and the risk I was taking should something… unexpected happen.
My shoulders dropped and I forced myself to walk out the door. I had to do this. I knew this would come eventually. It was time for me to put the next part of the plan into action, no matter how bad it might hurt.
The Teen Titans had once again stopped mumbo jumbo and all had left except for Robin who stayed to clean up the mess they had made on the streets. I cautiously lurked on top of a nearby building watching the familiar way he moved and talked to himself as he was deep in thought.
"Robin," I girl called out softly not wanting to spook him. The team leader swirled around looking for the voice's owner. "Robin, I'm not here for a fight."
"Then show yourself," Robin practically spat at me making me cringe.
"I'm afraid you will attack me," I murmured softly keeping my voice soft and my body relaxed.
Robin, realizing how intimidating he looked with the bird-a-rang in his hand and his muscles tensed, relaxed sheathing his weapon of choice and choosing a more relaxed stance. His senses were still wide alert for an oncoming attack but that was expected from the dark haired hero. "What do you want from me?"
"Just a chat," I murmured jumping off the top of the building and landing a couple feet away from him.