I know, what Bruce said was crazy. At first I thought he was joking, but I still went back. I now know from experience that giant bat wings make really good flippers! Of course, being under water made my sight worse. But I could sort of see where I was going. Well, not see, more like hear. Luna's sonar really comes in handy. Luna's sonar hit something soft. My first guess was that maybe it was a fish. Then my vision suddenly cleared. I saw a black figure on the ocean floor. Definitely not a fish. As I got closer, I realized what it was. The Bat-suit! Not just the Bat-suit, I soon found out, there was someone in it. Then I remembered Bruce saying something about 'finding my dead body'. Was that me? It was really weird. I was still alive, yet there was my dead body. Wrapping one wing around the body I dragged…myself up to the surface. My question had been answered. Bats can hold their breath for quite a long time for animal that spend most of their lives in the air! Well, Luna can hold her breath for a while anyway.

I dragged the body along the sand of the beach. I ran into one problem: how was I going to get back in there?

My answer came in the form of sudden darkness. I was alone. But I was back in my human body again. I was still in the Bat-suit. Something white approached me. It was Luna.

"Hello, Terry." said a voice. It was old and husky, yet feminine. "It is good to finally speak with you."

As Luna approached, I realized that I didn't even have to stand back and look up to see her face. She had shrunk?

"Do not be frightened, Terry. You are inside our mind." The voice said again.

"Our mind?" I said.

"Yes. Our mind." said the voice, "Your mind has connected with my mind. We are now one and the same. I'm not sure if you will understand this."

"Who are you?"

The voice chuckled. "It's me silly! Luna! I am speaking to you through your mind. You can hear me in your own language, yet I can hear you in my language."

Luna's mouth never moved, but she continued. "The forms we appear in now are based on personality, emotions, thoughts all that kind of thing."

"So is that why you're the same size as me? You're scared? You feel small?"

"No! I feel the same size as you because I feel that we are the same!" there was suddenly a sad look on Luna's face, "I am very sorry, Terry, but my time with you is limited. There is much I must tell you, yet I fear that I have no time."

"Luna? What are you talking about?"

"I must leave you now. But you must remember, I may leave, but I will always be here. You will always have me."

"I don't understand…"

"You don't have to." Luna smiled, and then stabbed me in the ribs.

Terry woke up with a jolt. Pain burning though his chest.

"Hey! The bat lives!" said a voice, "Are you ok? What the hell happened here?"

Batman blinked. Medics? Who called the ambulance?

The man seemed to read his mind. "We got an anonymous call saying something was going to happen here. Said Batman would be in trouble."

Bruce.

"Where is Luna?" said Terry.

"Luna?"

"My bat. She's white, and really big. Have you seen her?"

"Oh, you mean your giant pet bat we often see you flying around with? She's over there." The man grabbed Terry's arm just as he was about to run to Luna. "I don't think you want to see her, dude."

Terry pulled away and ran up onto the sand bank.

"Oh…Luna…" said Terry as he looked down.

Luna lay on the sand, her white fur stained red. Beside her was a man dressed in purple robes, a knife sticking out of his chest. He had hundreds of massive puncture wounds. He was dead. Luna raised her badly cut head as Terry knelt down beside her.

Don't worry, I won't go far. Luna's voice said in his head.

"But Luna…"

I am old, Terry. Possibly older than Bruce. My body is dying. Luna coughed, and died.

The way home was terrible. I couldn't stop thinking of Luna and how it was my fault she got killed. Bruce was going to kill me. Her words stuck in my head.

I will always be here she said.

That line is so cliché…I can remember my mother telling me, after my father died, that he will 'always be here inside the heart'. Of coarse I didn't believe her. It's just another way of saying 'Stop crying like a girl and get over it'.

When Bruce noticed that Luna was gone, all I could say was "She's not coming back." Hopefully I could convince him that she decided to stay in her cave. Unfortunately, Bruce isn't that stupid. "Jokabra clan killed her didn't they?"

"Shit Bruce! How did you know that?"

Then things really started to get weird. Bruce started looking at me funny when I took the suit off.

"What?"

A woman dressed in purple robes entered the small room.

"Greetings, Number Five." said the purple robed man sitting on the chair.

"I want to speak with Jokabra, Number One." She said.

"So be it." The man's face contorted. His eyes bulged out of his head and there was an eerie snarl. "Number Five, pleasure to see you." The man said, in a now different voice.

"I did what you told me to. My partner and I killed the bat."

"Where is Number Six?" said the man.

"Number Six is dead. The bat killed him. She was a smart bat."

"And the boy?"

"I can't kill the boy."

The man snarled. "The Black Bat of Gotham must die. You attachment to the boy and his mentor has become too strong. You must remember your Jokabra heritage."

The woman pulled down her hood, revealing the face of Barbara, Commissioner Gordon the second. "You have forgotten that I was once Batgirl. I am a descendant of the Moon tribe."

Terry reached out and touched the mirror. The reflection staring back at him wasn't him. It couldn't be him. The pale skin, pointed ears, slightly flatter nose, red eyes and those teeth. Pointed, just like Luna's. His nails, now blackened could not be cut. He looked up at the mirror again. Another face stared at him. The nose was a lot flatter and the face was more pointed.

"Hello Terry." said Luna. This time her mouth moved. "Wow! I never knew your human eyes could pick up so much detail! Am I really that ugly?"

"Luna? What the hell is going on?"

"I'm sorry, Terry. I didn't have much time to tell you. We are soul partners."

"Soul Partners?"

"I think I better start from the beginning…"

Thousands of years ago, before Gotham city was even built, there were two tribes. The Moon Tribe and the Sun tribe. They were Allies. The Moon Tribe, or Bat people, bonded their souls to a race of great white bat. The Sun tribe, or Robins, were bonded to the great silver eagles.

How the bond works, we understand each other. If the human dies, the bat can take their soul into their body until the human body has recovered enough to receive the soul again. But if the bat dies before that, they both die. If the bat dies, their soul goes into the human, there they stay, permanently. Their minds connected. It is all the same for the Robins and their eagles.

The races are affected by the Sun and the Moon. We bats hate the light, and the birds are afraid of the dark.

But, there is another tribe, a third tribe, the Jokabras! They want to kill us. The Moon tribe and the Sun tribe! I don't know why.