Mockingbird -4-

Chapter 4

Training

POV: Lucy-Jo

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The next morning, I woke up on a huge, plush, comfortable bed. I woke up, from most likely, the best sleep I've had in ages. I yawn and stretched, instantly missing the warmth the bed provided. But then my past memories drew blank, my blue eyes shifted to an emerald green and back to blue, and then all I remembered was everything before the encounter with the Bat.

The bat? When did I ever meet him? Must be my mind making up absurd, artificial memories again.

I shook my head and looked around the room, wondering when I woke up.

Maybe this is one of those days when that pamper me, I think, noticing that I've woken up in an extravagant room.

Quickly, quietly, and without messing anything up, I found some clothes and got dressed. As I donned the black, fitted tank top and mid-thigh length shorts, I knew that I was doing one-on-one fighting, for my training today. I didn't bother showering, even though the room was for for a millionaire, the water was as clean the sewer pipes. That, I had learned from and awful experience.

Cautiously, I slipped on some socks and my Chuck Taylor's, before heading towards the training facility underground. The lights were off, which was strange, but somehow I found my way towards the training room. My feet were already used to making this path by now.

Easily, I found myself in the training room, and that's when I noticed that they've gotten less advanced training equipment. I scrunched up my eyebrows, not sure if this is some kind of test or not.

I made my way towards a dummy, noticing how it had no arms nor legs. It was only a pale white, rubber-like mannequin with a rubber support underneath it. I ball up my fist, putting my thumb across my other fingers, and stroke at the dummies face. I took a few steps back, waiting for it to grow arms and legs in order to mobilize itself and fight back, but it doesn't happen.

"What the..." I started, but then heard the door open.

A man walked in, he was possibly in his mid 30's with crystal blue eyes and dark, ebony hair. He was tall, easily towering over me with his, roughly, 7 foot frame. He had thick muscles that slightly intimidated me, but I was trained to fight men stronger, taller, and mutated.

"Hey there Lucy, h-" he starts, but the second my name slips from his tongue, my blue eyes widen.

What.

The.

Hell.

"How the hell do you know my name?!" I asked, but he only stood there silently, flabbergasted.

"I-" he started, but too bad he didn't answer soon enough.

Quickly, I ran up to him and bicycle kicked his face, clearly he wasn't prepared or thought of me as an innocent girl, because my kick effortlessly dislocated his jaw. And we went at it for a while. I had an unfair advantage thanks to my powers, but this was war, and the saying clearly says, "All is fair in love and war".

Almost half an hour later, I had tired him out enough, and he was attempting to rise when I kicked him in his man jewels. But instead of harming him, I harmed myself, I groaned at the pain in my toes and that was my fatal mistake. The stranger grabbed a black weapon, aimed, and shot.

I was encased in some type of wire and before I could cause my molecules to race at a speed so high, I would be free, a collar was strapped on and I was powerless. Literally, I couldn't move, use laser vision, super strength, nothing. I was useless.

"Lucinda Johanna, what is the matter with you?!" Yelled the man, and that's when I looked around, noticing the Bat symbols and the fact that I was in a cave.

"Who are you? Why am I here? Where are my masters? Where's Lex?" I asked, hoping that I hadn't been kidnapped. The Light and Reach weren't the best Guardians, but they were familiar.

"My name is Bruce Wayne, do you remember me Lucy-Jo? I'm Batman, Nightwing and I saved you, you escaped from the Light and Reach who had held you captive" he said, and I scrunched up my eyebrows.

"Held me captive? What else did I tell you? What do I know of you?" I asked, but then my subconscious warned me that those words weren't me, I was being controlled. I squeezed my eyes and focused on squirming out of the control of my masters. I was tired of being their guinea pig. I had already made it clear that an invasion into my brain was off limits. I was done.

'Get out of my head!' I yelled inside my thoughts, and then opened my eyes and I looked up at the man before me: Bruce Wayne; Batman. My savior and f-.

My eyes went back and forth between sparkling blue and emerald green before staying on blue.

"Help me" I whispered, before I felt myself falling into unconsciousness. My brain has stressed itself out while my body was completely and utterly tired.

And the sad part? It was only 10 in the morning.

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The next time I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. It seems as if ever since I had escaped The Light and Reach, hospital beds seemed to urge me to them. But I mean, this was better than when the Reach sent me to an assassins academy, there, I had to fend for myself, no medical services there. I had to learn to be my own medical service.

I got up, shook my thoughts out of my head, and then feeling woozy. However, it wasn't my jerky shaking that made me woozy, it was the familiar problem of blood loss. I had lost blood, probably a quart from the nausea I was feeling.

I looked around, slightly panicking when I couldn't find anyone or anything besides medical equipment.

Where were Nightwing and Batman? Or the doctors? Or anyone?!

"Ah, miss Lucy, you have finally awoken" said a voice, one that I know the name of, Alfred.

'Finally! Someone I know!' I thought as he shut the door behind him.

"Hey Alfie, um, what happened?" I asked, receiving a silver platter of cookies and orange juice while speaking.

"Master Bruce found you in the training room unconscious, but he refuses to elaborate on the subject" replied Alfred, a suspicious/curious look on his face. I let my features become impassive, I knew all too well about that encounter, and I wasn't ready to share that, with anyone.

Well at least not yet.

"I see. Um, did he, by any chance, take blood from me? Or anything?" I asked, and luckily I knew when I was receiving lies, because when Alfred said, "No", I already knew it was a "yes" in disguise.

"Oh, well, okay then. What time is it?" I questioned, prompting the idea that I believed him. And here I was, thinking Alfred was a decent butler. Ugh.

"It is around noon, would you like to eat?" He asked, and I wanted to say no, but my quick metabolism argued with me when my stomach growled.

I blushed, my light tan cheeks ringing pink.

"I'll take that as a yes" replied Alfred with a small smirk, and I chuckled awkwardly, nodding my head in agreement. Curse you stomach!

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Doneeee ;)

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