Dylan stood, glaring up at the Wayne Manor. The gate with the big letter put her off, causing a stir of sadness in the pit of her stomach. Her brown waves were in a fishtail of a braid on her left side. She had been able to score a black leather jacket over a black tee shirt, jeans and combat boots to fit in the night. Why?
Ledger already sent her on high alert with what he told her. He was keeping an eye on the stealthy girl who promised she would confront her father.
"Where would he be?" Dylan asks, sneaking into the manor. She got help from Ledger who was awesome enough to lend her his ghostly skills.
"The training room." Ledger softly spoke, sending chills down her spine.
She followed the instructions her ghost friend kept whispering in her ear. She was in awe of the luxurious, fancy manor while fuming that her own father didn't have the nerve to keep her. What the fuck was that about? She heard grunting, and clashing come from the other side of rather large double oak doors. She mentally cursed herself.
"Who trains when they're old?" Dylan asked no one in particular as she cringed.
Ledger lightly pressed a finger to his plump lips to shush her. He placed an ear to the door, ready to fall through.
Dylan lightly tugged the handle on the door, peeking her head in the training room. She got a glimpse of an old man training a young boy in his teenage years, reminding her of another she missed dearly. Sighing, she took in the image of a slim, lean boy with short dark raven hair in what one usually would train in. A breath down her neck sent her falling face first to the floor- no view of Ledger insight as she put her hands out to break the fall. Apparently, she caused quite a crash; gaining all eyes on her.
Ledger appeared snickering at her sudden flush of embarrassment.
"Miss?" The Butler quizzed, furrowing his eyebrows at the young female; glaring scornfully at him.
"I'm here to see Bruce." Dylan casually stumbled to her feet.
The grey haired man in sweats, slunk over to discover what all the commotion was about. His eyes widened upon setting on the brunette. A twinkle of recognition sparked, sending her gulping in fear of how he would react. He had a towel around his neck, wiping sweat off of himself.
Alfred rose an eyebrow in question. "Master Bruce-"
"-this is the jerk who gave me up for adoption! My idiot mother should have aborted me instead." Dylan growled, cutting off the butler. She turned to leave, quick on her heels when she tripped- face palming to the floor. Oh, how she fancied the taste of carpet in the early night hours.
"Dylan, you cannot leave. You have to apologize so he'll be willing to help you. He looked hurt by your pitiful statement." Ledger layered on each word using his Australian accent.
"Ledger, this doesn't concern you!" Dylan growled, halfway picking herself up when cobalt blue eyes locked with hers. She was helped up by the new boy Bruce happened to be training. She already took the wild guess that Jason Todd was being replaced much like his predecessor. She was truly sickened.
"Who's Ledger?" The dark haired boy rose an eyebrow in question at the brunette.
Bruce and Alfred came into view, stopping short as Dylan twisted her head to eye them over her shoulder.
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Batfever frowned, eyeing her flip phone. She'd been sitting at a small yet cozy cafe upon changing into dark blue jeans to match a dark sweater and country boots. She'd have to cope- sticking her nose in a book watching when her suspect passed her by. She slowly moved the book down, watching a tall girl if about five foot eleven with dark brown waves begin to leave. She stood to make her move when another person plopped down across from her.
Piercing blue eyes with red hair hidden by a top hat caused her breath to hitch in the back of her throat. The pale, freckle faced boy maliciously grinned setting a twenty dollar bill atop of her book.
"Doll, where do you think you're going?" Red asked, wiggling eyebrows at her.
Batfever reluctantly sat back down.
"Xander, did you have a hit put on me?" Batfever asked, wanting to keep the conversation brief.
"Oh, Bev, sweet sister, why would I do such a thing? I didn't put a hit on you." Red breathed, reaching across the table to tap his fingers underneath her chin.
"He's right," Rose said from behind Bev, placing a glowing yellow rope around her throat. She began to choke the twenty something year old lifeless. She went on to whisper, "We planned to do this."
Red began laughing like a maniac. "She's my sweetheart. We're called Red Rose. Spread the news!"
Bev gasped for air, trying to fight Rose off. She jabbed a thumb in the eye patch of the girl who almost took her life. She heard the brown eyed girl gasp in pain, loosening her grip on Bev.
"Fuck you, Rose Red!" Bev growled, pulling the gold rope from around her neck. She kicked the table, turning cold coffee on her younger brother. She strived to wrap the rope around Rose only needing to make the brainwashed female unconscious. She couldn't blame Rose or even believe her to be evil since she didn't see the odd girl doing anything to break code.
Well, Bev even as Batfever had a code. She'd kill if it came down to her survival. Did Batman know? Probably. She knew the man wouldn't forgive her if he knew so she kept her mouth shut when news broke a few criminals had been slaughtered.
She had guilt eating away at her every chance it got to remind her. She'd started off with putting the bad guys in jail, but somehow she ended up killing just about every criminal she took on. She got to where she'd break the bones of those who bullied her in middle school. So she tried to forget them by focusing her anger on actual problems.
"It's RED ROSE!" Red screeched, landing a roundhouse kick to her temple.
Bev felt her vision grow foggy. She yearned to fight back, losing balance. A thankful sigh came from the hazel eyed girl when two of however many Titans made an appearance.
"Red?" The confused voice of Dick Grayson asked, hesitating to get to the ginger.
Red lost his smirk. He hurried over to the sleeping form of Rose, picking up his brainwashed lover. Oh, what could he say? His older sister always did happen to be right with what he guessed.
Bev tried to speak up, causing a bit of blood to come from her mouth.
"Dick, what about her? She doesn't look so well." Kory spoke, crouching down in front of an injured Bev.
Dick joined Kory, drinking in the small frame of Bev. It clicked in his mind. "Beverly Covington."
Bev gave a slight nod of the head. She hadn't realized she gave her game away.
