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Chapter 5
The trend never seemed to stop. No villain ever seeming to go back to the way they were before. It hadn't been that long though, only about two weeks from when this mysterious change began. I wasn't convinced at all that this kind of trend, that helps the villains so much, couldn't last much longer than this.
But that didn't mean that there wasn't another thing that had seemingly lasted concerningly long. Talia still hadn't answered any calls I had tried to make. This could just be because the devices weren't working, but she probably would have left another note in the batcave telling me this. As much as I knew she could handle herself perfectly well, I was starting to get worried about her. What if she was hurt? What if she needed saving? But even though I usually hated to admit it, she was a slightly better fighter than me. Whatever it was, if I could handle it, she probably could handle it just as well. I hardly ever won the few times we spared in hand to hand combat.
"As strong as I know you are, Beloved, I hate to disappoint you, but I have spent my whole life as an assassin. I have a very good chance at winning. You started as a mere civilian." She had warned as we circled each other in the sparing room.
"Well then maybe I'll need the training of fighting you. Or just maybe, you'll be the one in need of training," I replied playfully as we broke into the spar.
Although we both were going evenly for a long time, she eventually pinned me down.
"Good game, Beloved," she smiled as she held out her hand to help me off the ground, "Maybe you'll win next time,"
"Maybe you are pretty good," I replied, taking her hand, "But that's not the only thing you're good in. Actually, you're not just good in a lot of things, you're absolutely great." Once I was off the ground I pulled her into a kiss, the type that Dick would hate.
"You're great too, beloved, even if you couldn't beat me this once," she smiled at me romantically as we just stood there, our arms around each other for a while, until we finally realized we were supposed to be training.
But now, I worry I will not be able to spar, kiss, or even just be with her again if she doesn't respond before the league leaves Gotham. Or if she is in trouble, if I do not save her soon enough. A frown appears on my face at the thought of someone hurting her, and the thought of me failing to save her, whom I love so dearly.
Please R & R!
