DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or
any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and
DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
PLEASE DO NOT HURT ME. I do not, let me repeat that, DO NOT know Spanish. And so I used a little translate thingy on the web, so if the Spanish is wrong (which no doubt it is) please let me know and I will be sure to change it. Just please, no one take offense to it. And I quote Bruce Willis from the 5th Element, "I only speak two languages, English and bad English." So again, I apologize for my lack of bilingualness.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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The Gotham Power and Electric Company had been rebuilt since No Man's Land, with large donations from Wayne Enterprises. But through the false wall on the south side of the building, the room that was down the small flight of stairs remained concealed even from the owners of the building. This hidden room, though not created specifically for it, doubled perfectly as a safe house. And it was probably one of the safest places to be in Gotham County, aside from Wayne Manor and the clock tower. But for the one person it was protecting at the moment, it was the last place she wanted to be.
On the floor, the young Latina, sat with her knees up at her chest, her straight black hair clinging to her face.
"What's your name?" the boy asked.
"Soy un Diablo," was all she answered, speaking quickly in Spanish. And it was spoken mechanically, like that was what she had been told to say if anyone ever asked her anything.
The boy's eyes went narrow in confusion. "Sonya Delabo?"
The girl dressed like Batman shook her head.
"I took Japanese," he said shrugging. He turned back to the trembling figure. He held his hand out to comfort her but she recoiled away from him.
"Robin," the girl bat said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Time. Give her time."
Robin looked as if he was about to protest when there was a commotion from the other room. A computer was beeping, then a computerized voice floated in to the room.
"Robin! I know you're there. I need your help!"
He took one more glance back at the two girls and left in a hurry. When Batgirl turned back around, the girl was gone. Searching the room quickly, she stopped when she heard sobbing from the bathroom just off the main room they had been in.
It was terrible. Batgirl could understand what this girl was feeling. She knew what it was like to be so young and have so much on her shoulders. She also knew all too well the complications a father can have.
"Oracle needs you."
Batgirl, startled, but covered it quickly. She turned around to see the ominous figure of her mentor. She didn't question him, just glanced in the direction of the bathroom, telling him without words where the girl was. He nodded, and watched her leave the room.
"No voy a decirle cualquier cosa. No sé quiénes usted es." The girl's voice sounded so small echoing off the bathroom wall. She was scared, and knew someone was coming to ask more questions. "No estoy hablando con usted hasta que hablo a mi padre."
Batman looked down at the shivering child. She couldn't have been any older than eight years, if even that. Eight years. He had to help her. He knew what could happen to a child who had experienced a traumatic event at such a young age. He knew it all too well.
"Batman?" she questioned looking up from behind the porcelain.
He nodded silently and kneeled in front of her, trying to make himself at least slightly less imposing. Then she was in his arms, her small hands griping his shoulders. For a moment he couldn't understand. This name, the Batman, it was supposed to strike fear. To paralyze with just a mutter of it. But with this innocent little girl, it brought relief, security, protection.
"¿Usted habla inglés?" Batman whispered, uncharacteristically soft.
The girl buried her head into his chest and she answered him. "Yes."
"They are trying to help. Tell them what they want to know."
It took her a long time to respond, but when she finally did, Batman was taken aback. She spoke with a presence well beyond her age. "I saw something. Something I shouldn't have."
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
PLEASE DO NOT HURT ME. I do not, let me repeat that, DO NOT know Spanish. And so I used a little translate thingy on the web, so if the Spanish is wrong (which no doubt it is) please let me know and I will be sure to change it. Just please, no one take offense to it. And I quote Bruce Willis from the 5th Element, "I only speak two languages, English and bad English." So again, I apologize for my lack of bilingualness.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
The Gotham Power and Electric Company had been rebuilt since No Man's Land, with large donations from Wayne Enterprises. But through the false wall on the south side of the building, the room that was down the small flight of stairs remained concealed even from the owners of the building. This hidden room, though not created specifically for it, doubled perfectly as a safe house. And it was probably one of the safest places to be in Gotham County, aside from Wayne Manor and the clock tower. But for the one person it was protecting at the moment, it was the last place she wanted to be.
On the floor, the young Latina, sat with her knees up at her chest, her straight black hair clinging to her face.
"What's your name?" the boy asked.
"Soy un Diablo," was all she answered, speaking quickly in Spanish. And it was spoken mechanically, like that was what she had been told to say if anyone ever asked her anything.
The boy's eyes went narrow in confusion. "Sonya Delabo?"
The girl dressed like Batman shook her head.
"I took Japanese," he said shrugging. He turned back to the trembling figure. He held his hand out to comfort her but she recoiled away from him.
"Robin," the girl bat said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Time. Give her time."
Robin looked as if he was about to protest when there was a commotion from the other room. A computer was beeping, then a computerized voice floated in to the room.
"Robin! I know you're there. I need your help!"
He took one more glance back at the two girls and left in a hurry. When Batgirl turned back around, the girl was gone. Searching the room quickly, she stopped when she heard sobbing from the bathroom just off the main room they had been in.
It was terrible. Batgirl could understand what this girl was feeling. She knew what it was like to be so young and have so much on her shoulders. She also knew all too well the complications a father can have.
"Oracle needs you."
Batgirl, startled, but covered it quickly. She turned around to see the ominous figure of her mentor. She didn't question him, just glanced in the direction of the bathroom, telling him without words where the girl was. He nodded, and watched her leave the room.
"No voy a decirle cualquier cosa. No sé quiénes usted es." The girl's voice sounded so small echoing off the bathroom wall. She was scared, and knew someone was coming to ask more questions. "No estoy hablando con usted hasta que hablo a mi padre."
Batman looked down at the shivering child. She couldn't have been any older than eight years, if even that. Eight years. He had to help her. He knew what could happen to a child who had experienced a traumatic event at such a young age. He knew it all too well.
"Batman?" she questioned looking up from behind the porcelain.
He nodded silently and kneeled in front of her, trying to make himself at least slightly less imposing. Then she was in his arms, her small hands griping his shoulders. For a moment he couldn't understand. This name, the Batman, it was supposed to strike fear. To paralyze with just a mutter of it. But with this innocent little girl, it brought relief, security, protection.
"¿Usted habla inglés?" Batman whispered, uncharacteristically soft.
The girl buried her head into his chest and she answered him. "Yes."
"They are trying to help. Tell them what they want to know."
It took her a long time to respond, but when she finally did, Batman was taken aback. She spoke with a presence well beyond her age. "I saw something. Something I shouldn't have."