AN: This chapter is super short. To make up for it, I'm uploading two chapters today (Also I don't know what happened but the chapter is even shorter. I'm sorry!)
"Hello, Death."
Adorable Death jumped at the voice, spinning around and grabbing the closest thing to her, which turned out to be a glass bottle. A tall man clad in black emerged from the corner by her makeshift tent. Death could only dimly recognize the emblem on his chest.
"Are you Batman?" She choked out, backing up to the tent. "Please don't hurt me, I just want to sleep."
"I won't hurt you." Batman said. "I just want to talk."
"That's not what you do, is it?" Death gritted her teeth. "I'm supposedly a bad person."
"You gave thirty dollars to the equally homeless guy two blocks from here." He pointed out. "I doubt you're dangerous anymore. Look, I want to help you. I can get your memories back."
Adorable Death stopped. "My- my memories?"
"You lost them, right? I remember what happened. I can help you." Batman tried to persuade her.
Death thought for a moment. "What is it?"
"What?"
"What do you want in return. I know you want something."
Batman laughed. "It's pretty obvious, isn't it? Tell me where Red Hood is."
"I don't know."
"What a lier."
"I don't know!" Adorable Death insisted. "You said so yourself, my memories are gone."
"Alright then. What about your leader? Crazy 8?" Batman asked.
"No." Death frowned. "I'm sorry, but there's too much danger. Have a good night, Batman." She turned to the tent entrance, and paused. "By the way, the homeless guy's name is Ron. And he reminds me of something I can't remember. You should pay more attention."
Batman had already left, and Adorable Death sighed and went to bed. She accumulated so many thoughts from the day, and it was most likely that Crazy 8 would find out what happened.