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Chapter 4

"Who are you?"

I've been through these same questions over and over again. I've been inside this blindingly white room for years. I've been sitting on this same uncomfortable chair, shoved under a table for decades. This arrogant smile has been firmly planted on my face for centuries, trying to find the humour in every little thing. Alright, it's only been a few hours, but when something's on an endless loop, it feels way longer than that. These lights hurt my eyes at first and I came in here squinting. My hands are restrained behind this chair in handcuffs. My feet are chained to the floor and a camera was probably pointed directly at both. There's a mirror to my left, spanning the wall. It was no doubt one-way. With one breeze, it was confirmed. Three figures stood behind that mirror. Watching me.

There were a thousand little cameras directed at me and my interrogator. I looked towards him, Kaldur. He's been relentless in a calm leader kind of way. He looked at me, not with anger, but like my childish answers disappointed him. I feigned thought at his question. "Wow, dude. That's pretty deep. Who am I?" I swung my legs under my chair and pushed my bottom lip into an exaggerated pout. "I'm just a confused little girl. I have to be home by ten or my daddy will be mad at me!" I whined "Why don't you let me go mister?" He leaned back, giving me a look of looming exasperation. "You are a trained assassin who-"

I groaned loudly, dropping the innocent little girl thing in an instant. I slammed my back into my chair and hung my head over the end of it. "Come on!" I yelled at the ceiling. I whipped my head forward to face him, pinching my arm a little on the cuffs. "Not this thing again! Can't you do better than that? I'm a trained assassin who was sent to kill someone on your team. Tonight I made my move but something went terribly wrong! Two of my employer's enemies tracked me down and tried to get to my target first! Oh no! How inadequately cliché! Please! If you're going to keep me here, get a more interesting story than that." He seemed thoroughly exasperated. I've done my job. He brought his hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, muscles in his arms bunching beneath his skin. He exhaled sharply. "You cannot keep this up much longer." He told me from beneath his annoyed hand. "I don't know," I told him, leaning back in my chair. "I think I'm doing a pretty good job."

Before he could continue on with his endless questions, the door slid open. In through the entrance walks the Boy Wonder. In through the entrance walks my ticket out. It was about to get a whole lot more interesting. He was dressed in his regular costume again. Bright red and black suited the boy. He still wore his mask, which made me feel a bit strange. I could feel his blue eyes watching me. I felt a bit warm, and something coming on. Was that a blush? I immediately looked away and pushed my thoughts towards dead puppies. A blush? What was that supposed to mean? I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He twitched his head in the direction of the door. A change in interrogators? Could I be this lucky? Kaldur nodded and stood. They moved to exchange places. I didn't take my eyes off Dick, but I knew that Kaldur probably moved a little too eagerly into the outside environment. I kept the smile on my face as Dick took the seat opposite.

"Do I get to know the name of my saviour?" I asked with a cocked head and widened eyes. He was fighting not to smirk at my performance, I could see it. "I think you already know my name." he stated with false blandness. I pulled back. "Oh, I do?" I asked with a smile. I leaned forward and lowered my voice. "Are you usually right?" I asked. At that, he smiled. "You know, we have enough to at least convict you of murder." My false smile was replaced with a genuine one. "Now why would you throw me in jail for a lie?" I asked him, feigning confusion. It was slight, but I could see him shift his weight uncomfortably. He inhaled and said "You killed two women tonight." I leaned over the table, my eyes locked with his. He leaned toward me until my mouth was at his ear. "I think we both know that's not true," I whispered "Richard." His body tensed like nobody's business. I smiled at my small victory. He leaned back, poker face firmly planted. "So it was me you were sent to kill." He stated sharply. A small laugh came from my throat. If only he knew how wrong he was. "Kill you? Of course not!" I grinned. For a moment, he just stared at me, face blank. I stared back at him, smile wide. Suddenly, a smirk cracked his mask of intimidation in half. "You know, you're pretty good." He told me. Okay, what was he trying to accomplish here? "Good? Good at what?" I asked, head cocked slightly to the side. He gestured around the room with a wide-armed movement, his cape rustling slightly. "This. All of it. I mean, you must have been following me for a lot longer than you're letting on." He leaned forward, his voice lowering conspiratorially. "How long, exactly? A few weeks? A few months? Honestly, I wouldn't doubt years right now!" My smile grew with my understanding of the situation. I giggled. Pulling back, I clucked my tongue. "You got me all wrong, Robin." I shook my head slowly. He pulled a look of perplexity out of his pocket and sewed it to his face. It was too fake. "Wrong? About what?" he asked. "I mean, I can see where your logic is coming from! Really!" I assured him with eyebrows up to my hairline, smile replaced with a thoughtful pout. I lowered my eyebrows as he said, "My logic? Explain."

"Well, based on my skill level, you can determine that I was trained well. My age indicates close ties with the person who trained me and my situation suggests crime. With all this, I would think that I was part of some kind of crime ring family." He smiled lightly at my explanation, but he knew I wasn't done. But before I continued, I slipped a long, hard object off my sleeve with my restrained fingers. I always kept bobby pins on my sleeve for reasons like this. I jammed the tip of the pin into the lock and began to work as I talked, careful to keep my hands from making any obvious, jerky movements.

"Now, crime ring families are usually built on some serious hierarchy, and based on something like the complexity of my mission and the condition and sheer amount of my weapons, you would assume I would be quite close to the top. A trophy child, if you will. And trophy children usually do have some extreme egos. So bravo! But trying to appeal to an ego that's not there is pretty useless," I heard a small click and pulled my hands free from the cuffs and around the chair. My shoulders screamed their thanks to me as I rested my chin on my fist. "Don't you think?" And to my joy, he appeared to be thinking. "Hmm, interesting notion," he then gestured to my hands. "And under fifteen seconds while talking, impressive." I shrugged. "It is said that a female brain has a larger capacity to multitask." I informed him. He nodded, with a smirk on his face. "Yes I had heard that." His eyes focused on mine, seeping into my soul. I felt a flicker of a flame ignite in my stomach. I pushed it down. "Okay, lets keep it real here." He said. I raised my eyebrows. "What do you suggest?" he smiled slightly before forging on. "You know my name, clearly. So why don't you tell me yours?" I felt a tickle in the back of my mind. "Come on, you know stuff about me that nobody on my team knows. So I should be able to know what's in your head." His lips twitched up at the corners and back down as he struggled to fight for seriousness. I narrowed my eyes, suspiciously. I felt the tickle in my mind again, this time a little more forcefully. A horrible thought entered my mind. I sent a tentative breeze into the room behind the mirror, fear a creeping stranger in my body. Sure enough, the female figure I identified as Miss Martian was in a floating, meditative pose. I felt a small poke in the back of my mind. Miss Martian was in my head.