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Note- Italics are thoughts.
Chapter 1
The sound of footsteps could be heard running down the barely-lit alley, two shadows dancing on the brick walls. The woman's sobs bounced off those walls but never reached anyone's ears.
"Someone . . . Please help-!" the woman started to yell but the rest of words were caught in her throat, a hand covering her mouth.
The other person said nothing as the woman cried beneath his hand and tried to free herself to no avail.
This should get his attention.
With a quick snap of his wrist, the teenage boy killed the sobbing woman in his grip, her gasp lost beneath his hand. Roughly picking up the body, the teenage boy carried it to the opening of the alley where someone would find it in the morning. Giving the body one last cold look, he stepped over the body and made his way slowly down the street. He had no reason to hurry for the street was completely empty.
But it wouldn't be tomorrow.
Because reporters and police would be there, swarming the body for clues of who had killed her. But they would find none, all traces of his presence gone. The mystery would surely attract attention . . . Hopefully Shadow's.
Of course it will . . . Because he'll know exactly who did it just by looking at the way the woman was killed.
_Dick's POV_
Dick shot up in his bed, panting hard. He had just had nightmare about when he had been called Shadow and he . . . Shoving the rest of that thought from his mind, Dick laid back down and closed his eyes.
That's all in the past. I'm not that person anymore. I'm not . . . Shadow anymore. I've changed. I'm no longer the person I once was. I'm Robin now and I have Bruce . . .
Oh yes, he had Bruce as a father. But for how long? How long was it till somehow, someone from his past came crashing in? How long was it till his perfect world came crashing down around him?
How long was he going to be able to pretend that he had always been the good guy?
Rolling over, Dick sighed. He needed to let go, to get rid of his fear that his life would be ruined. His fear wasn't rational at all. The bad people from his past were all either dead or in jail; there was no way for them to ruin his life.
That's right. They can't . . . get me . . . any . . . more . . .
That was his last thought before he fell back asleep, unaware of the murder that had just happened outside of Gotham and how it was connected to him.
But he soon would.
Very soon.
A/N- How was that? Please review! This was published on with the length of 534 words.