I'm sorry about skipping a week, I've just started (if you've read Harry Potter) the muggle equivalent of OWLs, called GCSEs, so yeah. Disclaimer see chapter one, and please don't kill me at the end of this.
Cleo, Nightwing, Robin and Batgirl appeared in a flash of blue light. The room around them was the same dank and dirty cell that Anwen had first awoken all those months ago.
"Where are we?" Robin looked around them, taking in the sight and hearing the faint squealing of rats.
"Somewhere Anwen calls safe. A place she wouldn't be injured," Sarah led the way to the door, as they all slipped into the small corridor barely large enough to let them walk two beside.
"The signal leads this way," Cleo snuck forward, into a large room, filled with training equipment and weapons.
"This is almost as good as the Batcave," Batgirl conceeded, as the four spread out. Cleo wandered over to the opposite door, following the small bleeping signal that was Anwen.
"Well well well," a large figure stepped through the door Sarah was heading towards, causing the girl to step back a bit, "what do we have here?"
"What have you done to Anwen?" Nightwing asked, hand resting on one of his wingdings.
"Nothing. I simply told her the truth. She is my daughter, after all," Jonathan Lawson shrugged, yellowed teeth gleaming in the dull light.
"Lies! Anwens father was murdered! By you!" Sarah protested, holding up a hand.
"No. I am Anwen Smith-Kyles father. Her mother took her from me when she was only 4 years old. The bastard she knew as her father was only related because he married her mother. I killed him. Both my ex wife and my daughter deserved better. She didn't grow up the way I wanted her too.
"When she moved to the US, I thought I'd lost her. But then, I found she'd been adopted by Catwomans secret identity, and I relaxed. She was safe. But when she left, under the guise of Sphinx," he spat, "and collected you, Cleopatra, I knew I had to get her back.
"When you think you've been following me, I have in fact been following you. I know many people in many countries. Anwen will grow, and she will inherit the family business. She will become, the leader of the Watchers."
"The what?" Batgirl asked. This hadn't been on the files Batman had given her when he had finally excepted her presence in Gotham.
"The Watchers. A very quiet organization of criminals. We work alongside many. The Reach, The Light, The League of Shadows, the list goes on. She will thrive and she will prosper. Abscondita In Campo Conspéctu, Hidden In Plain Sight." Jonathan Lawson straightened his chin. "And now..."
From nowhere, he pulled a short dagger, and plunged it forward.
Sarah supposed that, maybe, she should have apologised to her ex boyfriend before she left with Anwen, or at the time, May. She also figured that she really didn't have any time to do what she'd always wanted to do. She'd always assumed she'd die in this job, and this was the final proof.
"No!" Anwen screamed, jumping out of the vent. Her head was fuzzy. Her memories had started trickling in like a dripping tap as soon as she had seen the heroes, and now the dam had burst. She leapt forward, putting pressure on Sarah's stomach wound.
"Sarah, Sarah, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," she sobbed, as Cleos bloody hand came to rest on her cheek.
"Anwen. It was my own choice to make. Just, just promise me one thing. Promise me you'll always remember," and slowly and gently, after Anwens panicked nod, the life left Sarah's masked brown eyes.
Anwen frowned, wobbling as she climbed to her feet. Tear tracks carved their way through the red handprint on her left.
"Father," she frowned, "you'll pay for that."