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High kick, low kick, block, sweep kick, punch, duck, jump, flip, aim- Anwen cut herself off, as Jonathan Lawson finally caught her.
"You did good, but you still do too many kicks. It's obvious you favour them, and once you're in my vicinity it's easy to catch your punches," he nodded. She smiled proudly. For once he was breathing heavily, a sure sign she was getting better.
Her father was a tall man, with dark brown hair much like hers, after the blonde dye washed out, and bright blue eyes. She supposed she got her green eyes from her mother, but she didn't remember.
To tell you the truth, Anwen still only remembered she hated rats.
Anyway, her father was bulky, muscles bulging out from his shoulders. To an attacker, this might tell you he was slow, but really, he was anything but. The agile man moved like a gazelle, with the force of a lion. A formidable enemy, if Anwen ever knew one.
She still didn't know why she woke up with a mask on, and her father wouldn't tell her why. "You're not ready, not just yet." He'd been saying that for months now.
She'd arrived here sometime in December, just before Christmas. It was June now. June the fourth.
Mentally, something was nudging her, a thought. Something major went on on this date, she just couldn't remember what.
"Hey dad?" She asked quietly, taking a sip of her water.
"What did I say about mumbling?" He turned around and raised an eyebrow. He wasn't really angry, his icy eyes sparkled and his lips twitched up in the corners.
"Sorry," she grinned, running a hand through her sweaty brown hair. "I was wondering if you know my birthday?"
"Oh honey," he started, and she knew this was another thing her mother had kept from him. "You know your mother never told me when you were born. But it's sometime around now. Why do you want to know?"
"I just feel like I'm meant to be celebrating today. I just, well, I can't remember what," the wooden bench freaked underneath his massive weight as he sat beside her.
"How about we celebrate your birthday today?"
"So, can we go out to that pizza place I like so much?" She nudged him with her shoulder, grinning widely.
"Sure An, whatever you want," he smiled. She threw her arms around him.
"Thank you dad! I'm gonna have a shower then we can go, ok?" She had run out of the room before he could even reply.
He chuckled, watching her go. When her mother married, and claimed that man was Anwens real father, he was heartbroken. But he didn't kill him. It would have hurt his child too much. Oh no, just the peeved off woman who was he mother of the child felt the need to shoot the imbecile.
But he shrugged that off, his daughter was safe. He finally had his daughter back.
Nightwing slammed his fist onto the table, spilling coffee everywhere.
"Where is she!" He shouted, before his voice retracted to a whisper, "where is she?"