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Wally instinctively pulled his hands over his face to shield himself, waiting for his expected death.
He heard the desk make a grinding sound, as the metal was being bent in half to the point where it snapped.
Just like he's gonna be doing to your bones in a minute.
Wally gulped and peeked through his fingers at the raged Bat.
"Where." Batman hissed through gritted teeth.
"Uhhh... The docks, I think. I got knocked unconscious pretty quick." Wally glanced back at Roy who had taken up stance hiding behind a stone pillar.
"You think?" Batman clenched his fists. Wally wished he had called heads in the coin toss with Roy.
"Yeah, it was the docks. When I- we woke up, Di- Robin was gone."
"And why were you at the docks?"
"Rob had a lead. He wanted to go straight away and we kinda didn't plan."
"On.. The Macks? But..." Batman paused. "That was a week ago. More. Two weeks ago."
Wally laughed uneasily. "Yeah, well, there's the thing. I- uh, I once promised Rob if he disappeared I wouldn't tell anyone for a fortnight to give him a chance to escape. So he didn't freak anyone out. E-except he's not back yet."
Batman turned wordlessly, he opened a tab on his computer and a line graph came up - displaying many little zig zags before flatlining.
"Radio silence for two weeks." he murmured, opening up another window. "Trackers are... Unmoving. For the last week and a half"
Wally bit his lip, "But you know where he is? We can find him?"
Batman stood, "I can find him. You can get Roy and wait on the couch for your mentors to collect you." There was a small whimper from behind the pillar.
"Dont try and escape. I sent out an alert five minutes ago - they'll be arriving via zeta in a few seconds. And you two will be inactive - no super-heroing, no coming to the cave, no hanging out with friends - for a month. Unless it is authorized by myself."
"You can't do that to me! I'm an adult!" Rot argued, stepping out from his hiding place.
"You also lost my son," Batman hissed, turning.
"I'm eighteen!" Roy whined.
Batman strode over to the zeta as lights began to fill the grey room.
"I'm Batman," he stated, and he was gone.
"And I'm dead," Wally groaned.
The kid slept through the entire day, and a good part of the night too.
I busied myself with tasks I had been avoiding since I moved in. I fixed he shower head, patched most of the holes in the wall - which I still blame on mice despite the multiple objects that are still stuck in the plaster - and even cleaned out most of my pantry.
Most of it.
I did some lead work on my laptop, and filed through the pile of newspapers on my coffee table, circling new jewelry shops that's security system had yet to be installed, or had recently been robbed and still had dodgy door locks and stuffed up motion sensors.
I scribbled the name and addresses of all the possible places onto a notepad and sat back on the couch, completely and utterly bored.
I considered going out for Monday-Night-Mugging - Wayne was supposed to be holding some big party so there'd definetly be a mass of drunk rich people walking down alley ways that were a little too dark to be comfortable, or passing out on the sidewalk.
Really, Wayne made easy prey.
I glanced at the kid on my couch and decided against it. For all I knew, he could be a spy. Although he did seem to have genuinely lost his memory. And not many people knew about me.
At about nine oclock, I sauntered up to my room, immediately noticing my window was open and the curtain was fluttering in the cool night breeze.
The back hairs on my neck bristled with the uneasy sense of being watched, and I got into a fighting stance, growling softly.
"Calm down, tiger," someone purred from behind me, "I don't bite. I scratch."
I slowly turned on my heels, looking up to Cat Woman who stood in between me and my door.
"Selina." I hissed.
"Oh, what a detective," she looked down at me, squinting, "At least, I think you are. I didn't tell you my secret identity, did I?"
"Not that I recall" I murmured, still hesitant to lower my fists.
Selina laughed, pulling her mask back over her head so it sat in a pool of material on her shoulders. "I come in peace!" she insisted, and I lowered my hands, keeping them stiff at my sides.
"What's up?" I asked, leaning past her to flick on the light, taking a step back so we weren't so close. "Got a gig for me?"
Selina's mouth curved into a small smile, "Oh, mind reading powers as well."
"I don't have any powers" I muttered. And it was true. I survived off my own skills, not some needle that I injected into myself, or by being hit my some magical meteorite. Or being brought back to life by cats. I considered myself a tiny bit more sane than the rest of them for it.
"Really? Rumor has it your my daughter."
I spluttered, quickly buttoning my mouth when I saw her frown. I considered pointing out that I was dog person, then decided I valued my life.
"So? You want me to dispel rumors or something? Or are you going to kill me?"
Selina smirked. "No, you're a valuable asset. Underestimated, but deadly. And it's not me that wants you. I was paid to get you. They want you. Except they heard you have a tendency to break things when you're angry, and they didn't want you breaking all their precious tec." she frowned again, "you're lucky. They haven't picked me up yet."
"Who?"
Cat Woman opened her mouth to answer, but she never spoke. He eyes rolled back and she fell forward, her forehead landing just before my toes. I looked up to the the boy standing there, looking angrily down at the woman on the floor, a broken lamp in his hands, still raised above his shoulder like a baseball bat.
"Kid!" I yelped, wishing I knew his full name so I could say it along with as many profanities I could think of.
"That's Cat Woman." the boy stated, looking up to me. "She kills people."
"No duh."
The boy looked shocked. "Wait- you don't care?"
"I'm in the business myself, kid." I said, the anger fading from my voice. He was just confused from his amnesia. Heck, I nearly felt sorry for the kid.
The boy lowered the lamp. "Sorry... It must be my memory loss. Something... Told me I should knock her unconscious... With this lamp. It's like, instinct"
Oh God. Was this kid on the good side!
"It's not like that. People like me and her, we don't steal and rob because we're evil or crazy. Well, a little bit. It's just we can't support ourselves. Believe it or not. The insane villains destroy a lot of stuff, so the government has to give more to fix the buildings and build more prisons, and less to give to people who can't get jobs. In Gotham it's a dog eat dog world. Up the top - Wayne Corp, Ross Industrys - those guys have all the money. The rest of us have to steal to survive. And plus, I don't like stealing. That much. Im like Robin hood. Robbing from the rich and giving to the poor - which in my case, is me." I finished my little speech, looking to the kid.
"I... I kinda get it. So you're not like the Joker or anything?"
"No way. I don't murder for fun."
But I still murdered. Maybe I should just take one step at a time.
The boy sniffed and looked at Selina who had started twitching. "Sorry about her."
"It's okay."
As if on cue, Cat Woman jumped up and before I could stop her she had the kid pinned to the wall, holding him by his throat.
"Selina!" I cried, pulling her hand away from his neck and wrestling off her vice like grip on his forehead. He dropped to the ground with a very slight thud he picked himself up.
"I'm sorry about that. I thought you were evil. But... E-"
"I explained!" I quickly interrupted. My fake name was off limits.
Selina rolled her eyes. "Next time, keep better control of your boyfriend."
"So, what does they want me to do?"
"The Light wants you to meet at these coordinates in an hour if you want to work for them. The pricing's listed." she handed me an envelope with my alias printed across the front.
"Thanks. I'll have a look."
Selina forced out a very plastic smile before disappearing out the window.
"I need a name for you," I said, turning to the boy.
"The light..." the boy murmured, completely ignoring my question, "... It sounds..l familiar..."
I scratched the side of my nose as the boys startling blue eyes glazed over, as if he was lost in another world. Biting my lip, I snapped my fingers Nu his nose and he blinked back to attention.
"Want to hear who I think you are? I reckon you're one of the KOT's. And your daddy got mixed up with the wrong people who found out about you and beat you to a pulp."
"Cot?"
"K-O-T. Kids Of Thugs"
"Oh."
I smiled, and pushed past him, walking down the hall back to the living room before realizing he wasn't following. I turned back, confused.
"I broke my ankle." he stated.
"Then how'd you get up there?"
"I heard voices so I crawled out. I thought you were in trouble."
I felt my face soften and refrained from 'aww'-ing. But instead, it hardened as I marched back and let him slip his arm around my shoulder. We slowly made our way out to the living room where I laid him down on the couch and out to the kitchen.
"You hungry?" I called, my hand hovering above a can of baked beans, "Or thirsty?"
"Both." he yelled back. I grabbed two fans and shoved them in the microwave, waiting for it to ding. Meanwhile, I grabbed a glass and filled it with water.
Balancing the glass on the crook of my elbow - my hands being occupied by the steaming bowls - I walked back out to the lounge room, passing the kid his baked beans and water before sitting on the couch opposite.
He ate hungrily, quickly finishing and placing the bowel to the side.
"You said I was a criminals son? Then... Why do I have this?" he touched the black domino mask that still remained on his face.
I screwed up my face. "Not sure. Maybe... Maybe you're not a KOT! Maybe you're a billionaires son, and they... Wanted to protect your identity?"
The boy laughed and I grinned. "Okay, maybe not. Maybe you're a superhero?" Actually, the thought didn't seem so unrealistic. He could be one of the lower grade heroes
The boy laughed again, so hard his face went red and he was gasping for breath in between each cackle. "Oh my god, yes!"
As if his laughter had confirmed how stupid the idea was, I started to giggle, and that slowly built into a laugh, and that into uncontrollable cackling, as tears streamed down my face.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pristine white envelope, begging to be opened, my alias printed clearly on the top.
I shut my eyes as another burst of laughter rose in my throat, blocking out the envelope.
I didn't think to cherish the last few moments of relative normality in my life.
THE ENVELLLOOOOPPPPEEE. THIS WILL BE BIG NEWS. ITS FROM THE LIGHT.
and also, her alias is- HAHA YOULL HAVE TO WAIT
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