{Nite's pov}
Just great, perfectly peachy. I swung my feet back and forth off the bench out side the store as miss red head steamed and bane collecting himself after I played a simple game of take the big ugly giant down. Joker had some how escaped my wrath while I was taking down bane. "Look what you did, you got us kicked out of the toy shop." I whined earning a glare from Ivy.
"Are you sure your not some how related to the clown?" She asked. Okay where did she get that idea, I mean we look nothing alike. I glared at her which made her quickly look away, ha all bark and no... how could I use that saying for a plant now that I think about it?
"Ya I'm very sure that I'm of no relation to that clown, and don't be shooting glares down at me. I should be the one doing that, look do you think it looks good for a girl like me to walk around with bright red lipstick all around her face?" I complained pointing at my lip stick covered face. The image of the clown popped into my head, great now we really do look like relatives who don't know how to put makeup on properly.
"I just don't get it, you should be dead by now, that's the only reason I'm allowing you to be in my presence. Just so I can watch as you finally start to foam at the mouth and beg for forgiveness." Ivy snapped at me. I looked at myself up and down before shrugging.
"It could very well be because of A. I just too awesome to die or B. I'm already dying slowly from poison as we speak and my poison is stronger." I finished wiping the lipstick of my face with my arm sleeve looking at the troubled Ginger.
"Let me get this straight? Your already dying from poison?" She looked bewildered, what has she never seen a walking corpse, eh scratch that she has one has her body guard. I nodded to answer her question and she just gave me a sad look, what is she bipolar!? "Oh you poor girl, like myself your body is full of poison that doesn't allow any kind of relation ship what so ever but yours doesn't even give you the right to live." Ivy mourned for me grabbing my head and pulling it into a hug suffocating me and bringing me closer to my death than the poison was.
I pulled myself out of the hug and rubbed the back of my head "Well I haven't ever tried to be in a relation ship because, heyo I'm a crazy murder!" I exclaimed and with that announcement Ivy began to mourn for me even more but I cut that off with a phone ringing from the pocket I found laying around the base, and guess what it's green and purple so I don't need a riddle to guess who's coat this is.
I fished the phone out of the pocket of the jacket turning away from mourning Ivy answering it "Hello~?" I sang into the phone without checking the caller ID.
"Nite?!" Crow answered.
"Yep what may I do for ya Crow, should I call you crow or Crane? I mean they both are birds, maybe I should just call you birdy." I talked mostly to myself.
"That's all you have to say for yourself after I helped Riddler get you out of that mess you got into because you thought it was funny to pick a fight with Joker?!" He pretty much shouted through the phone, geez I guess being humble isn't a thing with him is it?
"Well thank you very much for helping me you no good research stealing bird." I mocked back walking down the street past a few shops. I could hear an irritated sigh and an a pissy car horn going off as I crossed the street and there was definitely no cross walk there.
"Was that just a car?! Don't tell me your out walking after all you'e been through?! Think logically for once Nite!" He panicked on the other end of the phone. Did he really just say think logically? Who does he think he's talking to that stupid bird, no you think logically! Your talking to a girl raised in asylums, oh goodness he needs to think before speaking. The sound of guitar string strumming caught my attention as a young man surrounded by people played at the corner of the road. "Where is that good for nothing Riddler?!"
"Um I'm going to cut you off there, I've got to go." I teased before hanging up on Crow and started walking towards the crowd of people. The music almost seemed foreign, how long had it been sense I could listen to the sound of rhythmic word play with an instrument? I stood there taking in the words he preached to the world.
"Sounds like your friend was irritated with you." A familiar voice commented next to me on my left, I opened one eye to see who wanted a brick thrown at them. My eyes flew open at the sight,
{Bruce Wayne's pov}
I waited for my car out side of my company lost in thought. Normally when one of those psycho paths escape Ark ham they try to do something right away but this Nite girl has waited, in fact this is her first break out so I assumed she would try something quicker than the others but she hasn't even left a trace of trouble. Why does that seem scarier than the other option.
"Um I'm going to cut you off there I've got to go." A teasing voice spoke near. I turned to the speaker as she walked towards a crowed surrounding a guitar player, my heart stopped for a second before a I found myself walking towards Nite who stood listening to the music.
"Sounds like your friend was irritated with you." I commented which caused her to turn and look at me eyes wide open before a small smile curled at the ends of lips.
"Ah Mr. Wayne hows your head?" She commented pleased with herself obviously by the tone of her voice. Her eyes turned back to the music, at Arkham I couldn't see her fully under the low quality lights but out here in the open I could see her eyes that were pale like the moon and her skin was like paper white which contradicted her pitch black hair which was tied in a tight pony tail.
"Well you have a strong throw I'll give you that." I rubbed the back of my head recalling the pain that lasted for quite some time after that hit. She laughed happily before turning to leave I grabbed her arm stopping her from leaving. "Do you really think you can out run the Batman? It would be in your best interest to turn yourself in." I pleaded in a whisper. Her eyes showed many emotions, pain, sadness, false joy, insanity, and hope.
"Don't you know Mr. Wayne? Us Orphans have a way of living, even if that doesn't mean surviving. You should know this too." She puled her arm out of my grip and walked down the road as he sun drew near to setting,Her words stung somewhere deep in my heart like both our hearts knew the pain of unfair justice but she took it a different way. For her own good and for Gotham, she will need to be taken down.
Her voice down the street sang a verse from the song like the intro to a nightmare "Put your hands on the ones that you swore you loved. Don't you remember I'm your baby girl, how could you throw me right of your world. So young when the pain hath begun, now forever afraid of being alone." For her sake before she does something she'll truly regret she must be stopped.
Hey sorry for the late delay of chapters, wow the story has become so loved and I am truly grateful for those who read it. The song at the end was called "For the Love of a Daughter" By Demi Lavato. If you have any suggestions then just message me please. and for fun if there is a song that you think fits Nite alot then please respond with it and I might add it in one of my chapters. Again thank you for your waiting and not getting angry with me~ Zaven Linn
