Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I had a cello lesson and homework. I only own Risionis.
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I walked back to my bike after finishing my meal. I was worried about Damian. I knew he had had a hard life already, but he didn't need to take it out on me. I had had a hard life, too. I knew he was Talia al Ghul's son and that he was trained to be an assassin, like I was; only he didn't know that they had trained me, too. They had no idea about who my family was or my life before I came to Gotham. They only knew an orphan who lived on the streets.
I heard the Waynes exiting the dinner and Alfred pulling up to meet them. This was the type of neighborhood that you didn't park an expensive car on the streets and expect it to be in the same condition that you left it in when you got back. Usually, when the stupid enough people who did, got back, there wasn't even the frame left. Tim happened to glance in my direction, but I had already hopped on my bike and was about to take off.
"Hey, Bruce. Isn't the same bike that Sanna uses? Hey!" Tim quickly yelled after me. I made the mistake of looking back. I saw realization cross Tim's face. They knew my secret. I had to get back to my warehouse.
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I reached my warehouse and kick out the kick-stand and left the bike running. I ran upstairs when I realized something. Only the Bat and his crew knew what my bike looked like. So how did Tim know? The answer was that Tim was one of the Bat-crew. I knew he couldn't be the Bat. He was too small and too young. His voice was that deep, anyway. The only person in the Bat-crew that was his age and size was Red Robin. That meant that Bruce was the Bat (She will never think of him as Batman for the moment. Only as the Bat.), Dick was Nightwing, Jason was Red Hood, and Damian was Robin. Oh my God! This could not be real. Now that they knew my secret identity they were going to tell the world!
Wait…if they used my secret identity against me, I could use theirs' against them. They didn't know that I had figured their identities. This could work out better than expected. Only one problem. I didn't want to fight the Waynes. They were like family to me. They didn't treat me like gum on the bottoms of their shoes because I lived on the streets, as they believed. I sat down on my bed on the floor. I decided that I would go visit them and talk to them. Maybe I didn't have to fight them. I mean, Jason was Red Hood and I had heard of what he did to them and they accepted him, but he was Robin before that. I wasn't adopted by them nor had I ever lived with them. I was like a family friend. I… I needed a nap. I curled up on my bed, unaware that the Waynes in costume were outside waiting for me.
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Tim's POV:
I couldn't believe that Risionis was Sanna. When she glanced back at me at Rosi's Dinner, I saw the same black hair framing that face with the golden eyes. Damian was also upset about it. He kept muttering about how he remembered hearing about an incredible assassin with golden eyes. He was mad at himself about not making the connection. Bruce and Dick were beating themselves up over it as well. They kept saying how they should have noticed how Risionis and Sanna both had the same eyes and hair and style of fighting. We had seen Risionis get into a street fight near Rosi's two years ago, but I thought they had forgotten. I really didn't want to fight Risionis or Sanna, who ever she was.
"Batman, do we have to fight Sanna? I really don't want to fight her. She's like family," I begged Bruce.
Dick looked up. "Yeah, please Batman? I just… can we just try to help her change her ways like we did with Red Hood?"
Jason nodded his head, pleading with his pout as he had his hood off. Bruce sighed and nodded.
"Alright, we'll try, but one move from her to attack; I want you on her like glue. Understand? I don't like this anymore than you do. Let's go."
Bruce walked towards the warehouse that we had tracked Risionis to as we followed.
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Someone was shaking my shoulder and calling my name.
"Risionis. Risionis, wake up. We need to talk," the voice said, disrupting my dream. I was dreaming that the Waynes had adopted me and we were trick-or-treating on Halloween. Someone pulled me upright and shook me shoulder some more. I opened my eyes to see the Bat's looking back at mine. My eyes went wide and I jerked out of his hold. I went to move away farther, but I ran into someone else. I glanced up at Nightwing. He crouched down next to me and I realized that the Bat-crew had made a circle around me, entrapping me. I jumped to my feet and put up my fists. As much as I hated to fight them, I wasn't going to let them take me in easily. I just wasn't that type of person. Tim grabbed my fists and pulled them to my sides.
"Risionis we just want to talk. We don't want to fight you. Please."
I couldn't fight his pouting face. I sighed.
"Alright, fine. Let's talk," I said, giving in to Tim. Tim tackled me in a hug from my front side while Dick tackled me from the back. I gasped as the air left my lungs and I couldn't breathe.
"Dick…Tim… I…can't…Bre-athe," I gasped. They let me go slowly almost as if they were afraid that I would run as soon as they released me. Bruce chuckled as Damian smirked. I bent over, hands on knees, panting. Dick rubbed my back as Jason snarked me.
"Your face was turning blue and you looked as if they had just stolen your last piece of food and you rusted them to feed you," He continued to laugh his head off. Bruce smacked Jason upside the head.
"Ow. What was that for?" Jason asked, rubbing his head, no longer laughing.
"You know better than to say things like that," Bruce reprimanded Jason. We walked downstairs and we climbed inside my van. We all sat in the back with me towards the front between Dick and Tim. Bruce faced me as he was directly across from me.
"Risionis, why did you become Sanna?" Bruce asked me. I swallowed, not having an answer.
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Ooo…Cliff-Hanger. I'm terrible, aren't I? I changed my break lines to the bold-faced word Break Line. I'm too lazy to actually put a break line. Please R&R. :P
-snyderk161