AN: I wrote all of this on my iPod, so that will explain any mistakes. Um...yeah. So, if I don't get at least 10 reviews, this story will be put on a temporary hiatus. I know that sucks. Check out my Story Mess. (That's the actual name.) Let me know what you think about this.
It literally took a matter of seconds for Bart to run to her room. Well, after he took a shower, fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, and all that jazz. The room was quiet, except for the humming of medical equipment. Then there was a voice. Nightwing. His smile faded away as he listened outside her door.
"I want the truth, now. I've got the footage to prove that there wasn't a ledge." Nightwing said. There was silence again. Bart waited for an answer. Wally informed him about how she said she survived the fall, how she was healing, and how she was the same Maggie as before. "I don't know what you're talking about, Dick." she said confused. That wasn't like her, Maggie was hardly the one to be confused. "You hit the ground, Maggie. There was no ledge, nothing. You should be dead." he replied. His eyes widened, if there wasn't a ledge then Maggie should definitely be dead. "Look, I don't know what happened. I fell off a roof and woke up in a hospital. I needed an excuse as to why I was alive." Maggie explained. Again, it was silent. "You're lying. Tell me right now, or I will bring this to the League's attention."
Why was it so serious? As if it were life and death. Well, technically it was death.
"I'm not lying." she insisted. "I'll be back in an hour." Nightwing said. His footsteps grew louder as he walked towards the door. Bart dashed off.
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How could she tell them? She couldn't. Could she? What would the team think? What would Bart think? The constant questions swirly around in her brain made her head spin and ache. Maggie got up out of the sterile bed. She walked over to the bathroom and opene the door. What was she going to do? Maggie wasn't unique, she wasn't special, or one-of-a-kind. She was just ordinary. Nothing about her was different, nothing stood out. Or so she thought. Maggie leaned over the sink, tilting her head down. "What have you gotten yourself into?" she muttered to herself. Her chest ached from the movements, but she didn't care. Looking up ino the mirror, her eyebrows dipped.
"All it takes is one shot." Damian told her. Maggie's eyebrows dipped in confusion. "You're telling me that you helped your mother develop a toxin that will stop a person's heart in a matter of seconds!" she shouted furiously. "Mags, I_" She cut him off, "You're an evil monster! Just like her!"
A fist connected with her face and she tumbled down to the ground.
Her green eyes scanned her face in the mirror. She was trying to make connections. Somehow her brain seemed to be moving faster than she was. Realization hit her like a bullet. Her eyes widened at the very thought. Maggie met Damian about a year before Bart. Instantly, they were best friends. It was that one fight that tore them apart. Wheels started to click in her head, falling into place. That day. The needle. A gasp escaped her lips. Maggie ran out of the hospital room. She turned down the corners of the halls and kept running. The needle, what had she done with it? Her bag was in Bart's room at the cave, but was it in there? Did she keep it or throw it on the ground? Maggie opened the door to his room and ran inside. She searched all around for her bag. Finally, she found it under the bed. Maggie opened the bag and shuffled through it frantically. Just as she was about to give up, she found it. She held up the needle to inspect the clear liquid inside. She thought back to that day again. Sometimes people only hear and see what they want to.
"My mother approached me recently. She asked me to make her a toxin and I did. It kills you if it's all the way injected into the bloodstream at one time. If not, it spikes your adrenaline. Meaning it allows you to move faster, think faster, and act faster." he explained.
"Holy crap." Maggie muttered, staring at herself. She hadn't died, because of the needles' affect. What could she do? She should've listened, paid more attention. Damian had created a weapon and gift that day. Then he had given it to her. He killed Nathaniel though. All this thinking made her head spin. "Put the needle down, Maggie." a male voice said calmly. She cursed herself for not paying attention. 'Wow, two in one day.' she thought. Maggie had always been smart. She wasn't a brainiac, but she was smart. Her body turned with her head to look at the person standing in the doorway. Speedy? His eyes were enormous orbs of fear. Maggie quickly stood, but wobbled a little in the process. "I know what that stuff does to a person, Maggie. You need to drop the needle." he added smoothly. What, did he think she was a druggie? Maybe on steroids to improve her fighting skills. He didn't know anything about her or the needle. But there was nothing she could say. Or maybe there was... "Move away from the door or I will roundhouse kick your ass to Texas." Maggie replied. Honestly, she felt bad for him. I mean, he was held in captive for eight years and he's missing an arm. That was just cruel. To hold someone against their will and then take his arm, especially for an archer. But she needed to tell someone she could trust. Bart? No. Cassie? No. Tim! She could tell Tim. Still, Speedy hadn't budged. "It's not drugs, I swear on my life." she responded. They hadn't known each other very well. Right now, her mind was going in a million different directions. 'Focus, Maggie!'
Why did everyone think her name was short for something? Margaret, Magnolia, Magenta, etc.
Where was Bart? He didn't come to see her at all.
Could she trust Nightwing?
Could she trust Tim?
How many licks did it truly take to reach the center of a tootsie pop?
So many questions! She felt as if her brain was about to explode. In all of her thinking, she must have spoken. Speedy moved away from the door and allowed her to pass. Daggers stared at her, cutting through the silence like steak knives. 'What did I say?' she wondered as she exited the room. Maggie frantically searched for Tim, but he was nowhere inside the cave. She groaned in frustration,
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Stephanie squealed, laughing happily as Tim continued to tickle her. They had been watching a movie at the Wayne Manor, when out of the blue, he started tickling her. "Stop, stop. I give up." she plead through laughs. He chuckled at her and gave in. It was then that the tables were turned. Stephanie was straddling him as her hands ran over his stomach, tickling the crap out of him. He started laughing like she had.
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Maggie dashed down the hall to Nightwing's room. She twisted the knob on the door and pushed, opening it. His eyes were wide with shock. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I need to tell you something."
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Bart was dressed in civilian clothing, which was a big mistake. Why? Because he was running at top speed and if anyone saw him, he'd be busted. Of course there was always someone who caught him. Usually it was Maggie or Wally. Not this time. He had to clear his mind. Running was good for that. A rope wrapped around his ankles, causing him to trip. His head banged against the ground, causing some blood to flow. With his vision blurry and unconsciousness setting in, Bart listened for voices. "He will make a wonderful edition. Put him with the others." a female voice cooed in a seductive tone. Where was he? Bart had only gone to...
Was he in the desert? Wait, was he in Bialya?
