I own ONLY Jake and Abby. And the mysterious friend of Jakes'.
Ugh. Writers block and lack of confidence in the story sucks. Add that to the fact that Musical is going to be taking up my time and you got yourself less chapters coming out. BUUUUUTTTT! My Fair Lady should be fun, and who knows, maybe I'll get inspired! I'll get the chapters out as fast as I can so bear with me.
The car park was fairly empty now so it was easy to find the dealer, and Scarecrow. I was just about to rush Scarecrow the moment he stepped from the back of his van when Jake grabbed my arm. Dogs. He mouthed at me. I shrugged and mouthed, So?
Jake pulled me close. "You have armor on? You go out there they will get a hold of you and you'll be a sitting duck."
"He's right there, Jake."
Jake kept a hand clamped on my arm and moved in front of me to keep me from running in anyway. Suddenly the dogs started snarling and lunging on their leash. I looked around and set eyes on Batman. Suddenly gunfire reverberated around the car park and the men scattered. I groaned as I saw Scarecrow move to the drivers side of the van.
"That's not him." I heard him say as men started dropping like flies.
A large vehicle, that could only be described as a tank, burst through the wall of the car park and loitered for a moment then sent a missile flying behind the dealers' men.
"That's more like it." I heard Scarecrow say again, almost in relief it seemed, and jumped in the van.
I was ready to take after him but Jake still held fast. "Wait." He ordered.
The van took off and I glared at Jake accusingly. He ignored me and kept his eyes on Batman, who was standing on the railing. He jumped off and I heard him crash down on the van. He then tied up the imposters, along with Scarecrow and took off Scarecrow's mask.
"Don't ever let me find you out here again." He warned.
"We're trying to help you!" One of the imposters shouted.
"I don't need help." Batman answered with his back to them.
"Not in my diagnosis." Crane told him confidently.
"What gives you the right?" The imposter demanded. "What's the difference between you and me?"
"I'm not wearing hockey pads!" Batman rumbled back and took off.
Crane looked from side to side at the men and Jake finally let me go once Batman was out of sight. I ran up to Crane and landed a kick right in his stomach. He didn't seem shocked to see me, only groaning in pain from the force of my boot.
"Not surprised to see me?" I asked.
Crane shrugged. "Since my man ended up dead and your body was never found I could hazard a guess that you would come back."
"Back and better than ever." I told him with a sneer. "But I'll tell you something, Crane, I did die back there. I came back as someone better than Abigail Young, medical student. Now I'm Abby Dawn. The Wolfhound. And I will hunt down people like you that harm people, and stop them."
Sorry Lovelies, I couldn't get out that much today. Too anxious about what part I'll get in My Fair Lady. But that's what happens when NO ONE REVIEWS! Come on people, typing a few words won't kill ya. Please don't make me beg. I really need the boost. Especially after a certain Review that I thought was well meaning at first but now realize is sort of a flame... So thanks a lot Elodie the Scribe for downing my confidence... Well stay tuned. Next chappy after... oh about 3 Reviews. Luv ya!