My eyes opened again, although I could not see much. I could just see the vague shapes of Gotham City. I could feel the wind rushing against my arms and something between my toes.
Somehow I knew exactly where I was. I could hear some kind of map in my mind.
Yes, as strange as it sounds, I know I said 'hear'.
I could barely see, but I was now super sensitive to sounds and smells.
I was flying.
I flew over Arkham. It had to be Arkham. I could feel it. I knew it was Arkham. Don't ask me why, I still can't figure it out myself.
I hit something hard. Whatever it was, it broke into thousands of sharp pieces.
I could hear Luna scream, but could not find her. Wait, it wasn't Luna screaming, it was me. I saw a blur of purple, green and red. I had thrown Joker across the floor. That's when I realized…
I looked over myself. All I could see was white. I squinted as I looked over my hands. One. One finger! I only had one finger on each hand! I screamed in terror when I realized that I was in Luna's body. I could sense that Luna was still there inside that same body. It was like our minds had become one.
Voices. Human voices. I never thought I would be so glad to hear them. They were men wearing white coats. Men who worked at Arkham.
"Hey look! Isn't that Batman's pet bat?" one said.
The other smirked. "Batman's pet bat." He said. "Looks like she's taken up an Arkham delivery service. Good on you girl." He patted my head.
I'm not Luna, you idiots! It's me, Batman! I shrieked.
"Woah, feisty one."
I jumped out the broken window I had come through, leaving the almost dead Joker behind me. There was so much confusion. Sometimes Luna completely took control, until I sensed the presence of something familiar. I saw colours. Yellow and red. His sound was familiar.
It was Robin. Next to him I saw a blur of something else. Something black. Something that made Luna happy. Luna dived towards it and landed right next to Robin. I saw a foot. A hand with fingers. Luna sniffed around it. She wasn't sure if I would like what I would see. I climbed over the dumpster we had found the human body in. My eyes widened when I saw who it was…
Myself. I saw it as clearly as ever. Not through Luna's eyes. It was as if my own eyes had been placed in Luna's head.
I looked down at the former shell of myself. Cold chills went down my spine. I was chocked by something I had not ever felt before.
I was dead.
It was blood loss. It had to be. The skin was pale and cold and the eyes were still wide open.
I just sat there, wrapping the huge wings around myself.
Robin turned when he heard a noise. Luna sat beside the dead body of Batman, her wings wrapped over her head.
"Hey girl! You finally decided to join us."
The bat did not answer. He reached up to touch her wing. "It wasn't your fault you know. He lost a lot of blood."
She raised her wings and growled at him.
Alfred was about to switch off the television when the news broadcast came on.
"We've just had breaking News that the body has been named…"
"I do hope it's not another victim of Luna." mumbled Alfred.
"…and it is possible that the death could be related to the new edition to Batman's team of crime fighters: The White Bat of Gotham."
"I guess I spoke too soon…"
The camera zoomed over the dead body and Alfred dropped the cup he was holding. He watched in horror as Luna came onto the screen. Tears stung in his eyes.
"Bruce…what has she done to you?"
The reporters flocked them.
"Robin, what are your thoughts on the theory that it could have been the White Bat that killed Batman?"
"No comment."
The reporters kept bugging him with questions as Luna stayed close beside him. Someone took a picture of them using flash photography, causing Luna to cringe. He could hear her snarling.
"Wait, stop taking pictures, she hates the light."
It was too late. Luna screamed and attacked the photographer, biting his head. She whirled her wings around, striking out at as many people as she could. Then she took off, carrying Batman's dead body with her.
I could not remember much from those few weeks. I do remember Luna standing over me. A few times she pushed foul tasting liquid in front of me. At first I coughed it up, realizing it was blood.
Blood was what made her heal so fast, that's why she needed so much of it.
The damage: Blood loss. I had also received a broken leg and five broken ribs from the fall. I was back in my own body again, but there was so much pain.
One night I noticed the cave paintings all over the walls. Some were a little hard to decipher, but I could make out something white, probably herself.
It had been a harsh three weeks. Batman was greatly missed by the people of Gotham (Except the Villains of course).
"Guess you're out of work, Alfred." said Tim.
Alfred sighed. "I guess you're right, Master Timothy…" he said. "Who ever thought Bruce would be killed falling at two-hundred feet from the back of an oversized white bat. Speaking of which, you haven't seen Luna around here lately have you?"
"No. She took Bruce and never returned."
The screen flashed, showing a message. Alfred's eyes widened. "It…It's from Master Bruce!"
Need ride home. Bring Bat plane.
I waited. Two minutes to sunrise. My cape was torn. So was the Bat suit. But my leg and ribs had already healed. Luna watched the sky with me.
"They're not coming are they." I said, hopelessly.
Luna just grunted. They were coming. They had to. Suddenly her ears perked up. She rose from her perch and chirruped excitedly.
"Sunrise already?"
She dived from the cave and disappeared.
"Alfred! There she is!"
They saw Luna below them, circling around a cave in a seaside cliff many miles from Gotham.
"Don't worry, Bruce. We're coming."
So I was still alive. Luna had nursed me back to health. She bought me back. I see her from time to time. Sometimes we need her help. We often call her when we need her.
It took me a while to get used to being alive and human again. A few times I jumped off a tall building, thinking I could still fly, but Luna was always there to catch me again.
Now if you don't mind, I'm going off to do more research…
The End