Did y'all know college is really hard? I'm sorry the long pause. But my last final is next Tuesday so expect a more regular schedule. I absolutely love the response I am receiving. If you have any suggestions for what should happen next, please feel free to tell me. I recently learned about the hazard of connecting with people via the internet without meeting them in real life. Well, I don't care. Y'all are friends to me, because you take time to read this story.

Lucy chewed at the inside of her cheek as she starred at the boy across from her. He starred back with wide eyes, she debated what to say, she was lost in the movement of his iris' moving, looking around. She was so distracted she had missed part of the conversation.

"-and when you didn't come back…you can't imagine what I thought. Bethany, you have to know-" Vincent reached over the table to grab her hand. Lucy twisted his wrist, making him stand up and lean forward.

"Do not call me that. My name is Lucy."

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm sorry." Lucy released his hand. Vincent sat back down, rubbing his wrist. "Lucy…what…what happened after the funeral?" Lucy took a sip of her black coffee.

"Let's say I was liberated."

"Liberated from what?"

Lucy leaned forward reaching her hand closer to him. "Liberated from my boring life. Turns out, I didn't know who I really was until I became Lucy." Vincent sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Why are you here?" She asked suspiciously.

Vincent grunted and stood up. "I was worried about Bethany, not Lucy. Bethany was one of my best friends, she was independent, funny, strong, caring, and beautiful. I was worried about her, the girl who wanted to protect the people. Tell me if you see her." Lucy watched Vincent leave, she leaned over to get a better view of him leaving.

Lucy didn't spend much time dwelling on Vincent's words, she was happy, happier than she had ever felt before. She had never done drugs, but if she imagined that it would feel like this. Completely confident and unafraid. But she had to admit, it didn't feel nice to have him walk away.

"Hey, baby doll, you need a re-fill?" An older man winked at Lucy holding out his hand. Lucy stood up slowly, playing with the cup in her hand.

"How sweet." Lucy peeled off the lid and tossed the steaming liquid at the man's face. His screams drew attention of the dozens of people crowded around the café. Lucy walked one foot in front of the other, making sure her hair swayed from side to side.

"You bitch!" Lucy threw up her middle finger and winked at the man. Before reaching the door a figure blocks her exit. A large black figure in a cape.

"Damn bat." Lucy pulled her hair tie off her wrist and quickly set her hair high on top of her head.

"Lucy," the deep voice announced, "come out quietly."

"I never do anything quietly." Lucy used the wall behind her as momentum and kicked her heel into the glass door. Batman moved in time, but Lucy had the upper hand. She grabbed hold of his cap and used her weight to pull him closer to her. Her left foot swung, aiming for his face. Batman caught it easily. Lucy smiled and swung her other leg into his stomach, making him roll out into the parking lot. "Did Waller send you to kill me?"

"I don't want to." Lucy let out a single laugh.

"And that is why you are going to lose." Grabbing a dagger out of her heel Lucy swung it at Batman's neck, barring her teeth which were lightly stained with coffee.

Batman grabbed her wrist and pushed her down on the concrete, any other person would have been screaming in pain, Lucy laughed. "And that's what I get for being cocky."

"I can help you, Lucy. If we get you to a doctor-"

"Like my mother used to be? That kind of doctor?"

"You are not your father, Lucy." Lucy dropped the knife. Batman relaxed his grip a bit.

"You're right." Lucy grabbed the knife at a different angle and drove it through Batman's neck, blood slipped onto her top, blending in with the red color. "I'm not my father." Lucy scooted awkwardly out from under the hero of Gotham City.

Inside the coffee shop people screamed and ran around the parking lot, standing clear of Lucy as if she was the plague. She walked up to a woman desperately trying to unlock her Ford Torus, it was the same model of the one she had back before…

"'Cuse me." Lucy forced the woman's head to crack on the hood. She grabbed the keys and adjusted the seat and steering wheel. She turned on the car and Rhianna blasted through the speakers. "Nice."

What is happening? I don't even know. I have a Ford Torus; her name is Doris. Doris the Torus. Get it? I know, comic genius over here.