Hey guys I did it. Another chapter. YES!. Well I hope you like it.

I ONLY OWN MY OC'S

(August 4, 2012. 11:59 PM. Movie theater on the corner of Maple and Hawthorne)

"I can't believe this is happening!" I squealed to my friend, Sara.

"What do you think is going to happen?" she replied. Sara was always unnaturally calm, no matter what the circumstances. This would be an obvious advantage to a crisis, if she did, in fact, become a sidekick. She was tall and wiry, with short brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a pale complexion. Sara was very good with nerve clusters, which meant she could immobilize the toughest, most muscular "bad guy" with a well aimed jab or a stiff pencil. However, she wasn't very flexible. She was usually calm, cool, and collected. Sara was stronger then she looked and had a grim determination. She was also very smart. She was good at logic and problem solving. One problem with her is that she had anger issues, if she did get angry, and could even get violent in some cases. But no matter what happened, she would always be a good friend.

"I dunno," I replied, my voice rising in pitch as well as volume. "I'm just so excited!"

"Do you think I can tell?"

"OMG," I exclaimed, "It's 12:00! Exactly! When do you think Nigh-"

"Shut UP," whispered Sara loudly. "Do you want these random people to hear you?"

"Oh, yeah." I replied sheepishly, in a whisper. "I'm just so excited, that I-"

A strong hand landed on my shoulder. I noticed that the people around us were staring. I adjusted my dark sunglasses nervously and pulled the hood of my black and dark blue hoodie up a little higher.

"You're under arrest, convict." I recognized that voice. Nightwing.

Nightwing grabbed the back of my sweater. He also grabbed my arms. My smile turned into a frown, and I saw Batman grab Sara.

I whispered, "Sh*t."

I figured that Sara and I had one chance at escape. I looked at her, and yelled, "NOW." We both turned with all our strength, our seven years of training, and high-kicked them in the faces. Sara's high kick to Batman's face was followed by a punch to the Solar Plexus (a nerve cluster right above the belly button, between the ribs.) Instead of a solar plexus punch, I punched NightWing in the face. Shocked, they let go. Batman doubled over, gasping for breath, and NightWing fell down, clutching his head. We turned and ran. Although I was afraid, I wonder why they weren't right behind us I mean we did little damage compared to the super villains of Gotham. As we were running, then we saw our saving grace a large, blue dumpster in a nearby alley. Without a word, we both dove into it.

We could hear the superheroes in the could not make out what they were saying. We knew that it would only be a matter of time before they overcame their pain and came after us.

"Dude..." whispered Sara, "This is THE BATMAN we're dealing with. We're in serious trouble."

"And Nightwing," I added, not wanting my favorite superhero to be left out.

"Ugh. We're both SUCH fangirls."

"I know."

Just then, we had to stop our conversation. The sound of quiet footsteps outside the dumpster were magnified by the dark alley.

"They're in here," Drawled the deep voice of Batman.

"Duh," laughed NightWing. "They're more obvious than my math teacher's mustache." Then I heard him wince. " Those two little fangirls pack a serious punch, though."

"Stand back."

"Don't need to ask."

"Shut Up, NightWing."

"Sorry, I'm just kind of whelmed right now. I mean, those two know my secret identity! And they want to be my SIDEKICKS! What am I supposed to say to that? I mean, talk about BLACKMAIL!"

I after i heard that i thought you think that's blackmail than you don't know what blackmail is.

"I told you to stand BACK."

"And, oh yeah, they know your secret identity, too."
"WHAT?!"

BOOM! The lid of the dumpster we were hiding in exploded. We were thrown violently from the inside of the dumpster into the arms of our captors. This time, I was grabbed by Batman, and NightWing detained Sara. Sara struggled and kicked, but NightWing kept her from escaping by putting her in a headlock.

"I...Hate these...things..." gasped Sara.

"Sara!" I cried, but I was faced with my own problems. The Dark Knight was obviously very strong.

"Can't...Breathe..." Sara choked.

I began struggling more fiercely, but Batman was trained in detainment. Obviously.

"OOmph..." Gasped NightWing, as Sara managed to knock the wind out of him by elbowing him in the Solar Plexus. Then, she grabbed his left arm and flipped him over her right shoulder. NightWing landed on his back. He gasped for breath. Amber tried to kick him in the face again, but he grabbed his silver "electric batons" that was his weapon of choice.

Meanwhile, I wasn't having much luck with the Dark Knight. Finally, I grabbed his cape and pulled it over his head, yanking down. It forced him to his knees. I punched him in the face. The Batman fell onto his stomach. I wasn't sure how long he'd stay there, though. I looked over to see how Amber was doing with NightWing.

She had drawn her own weapon. The only thing that she had with her at the time was a crowbar hidden in her tall boots. It was pretty ironic, actually. Sara carried it with her always. She blocked NightWing's thrusts with difficulty. NightWing pressed a button on the base of his "Electric Batons." Now, they was electrified. Volts danced around the tip. NightWing was safe, because his suit was anti-electric. Amber hurriedly dropped the crowbar. She was smart. If the Electric Batons touched the metal crowbar, she would be electrocuted. Instead, she blocked the jabs and swings with her boots, kicking up to meet the Batons. Suddenly, a jab got past her guard, hitting her on her right shoulder. She screamed and fell to her knees. She looked up at NightWing, pleading with her eyes.

"Please. You won. Just don't-"

She never got to finish her sentence.

NightWing swung at her side with the solid metal electric batons. It hit, and I heard the cracking of at least 2 ribs. Sara fell to the ground, unconscious from the broken ribs, the pain, and the shock. Both kinds of shock.

"I'm feeling the aster!" Exclaimed NightWing, as he ran towards me.

I turned around to see The Batman getting up.

"The Dark Knight Rises," He growled, and held my hands behind my back.

"Nighty NightWing," laughed Grayson, and he jabbed me in the stomach with both of his Electric Batons. The last thing I felt was the volts spreading through my body.

Sorry If some of the characters were not themselves, also you gotta love the cheesy humor. "The Dark Knight Rises." *Me falling to the ground laughing* Not but in all seriousness Thanks all you guys and hoped you liked it. Review. Love Y'all.