We had a mission tomorrow too. But after yesterday, I wasn't so sure I wanted to do it anymore. I didn't like the feeling of hurting people, hurting heroes, the ones that protected other people. But it was too late to quit now. I couldn't do anything else.
I'm suppose to be guarding that boy right now. Robin. I have the urge to remove his mask but I was told not to. I cleaned him up a little, he isn't so bloody anymore and I stitched up his wounds but I sure did a bad job of it. He was sure to get a few scars.
I was about to fall asleep before I heard groaning. Turning around, I saw that he was waking up. I shrugged, Let him get up. I said to myself. I'm too tired anyways, and he can't do any real harm.
"Where am I?" he groaned and tried to get up but his hands and feet were tied up. "I can't give that information to you," I said to him as I handed him a glass of water. He looked at me suspiciously and licked his dry lips. "Don't worry," I assure. "There's nothing in it except real, pure water. It's Dasani."
He drinks the whole thing in a matter of seconds and I refill it and he drains it again, not once, not twice, but three times, and then he says that's enough. "So why are you doing this?" he asks me. I shake my head and look away, "It's none of your business." He leans against the wall and examines my figure exactly like he did when we encountered the first time.
"But I want to know. And I'm not going to go anywhere so you could tell me." He says mockingly. I glare at him. He's trying to make me feel guilty for tying him up and kidnapping him. But he's right, I guess. He can't go anywhere. Not like this he can't.
"My parents abused me. A lot. They would let me starve, not buy me clothes, they hated me. They said I was a bastard child. They didn't like me. That's why I ran away from home," I told him and tears pricked to my eyes but I wiped them away. I didn't want him to see me crying. "That's how I'm here now. Poison Ivy is my mother now. She loves me. She takes care of me." I stated.
He nodded and I guess now he feels sympathetic for me. But I don't need charity. "This isn't my sob story ok? I don't need you to think I'm weak." I tell him, while glaring at him. He seems a little surprised at first but he takes it in. 'I know." He says and he nods. He seems to wait for me to fall asleep and eventually, I do.
I'm really tired to do anything. And he can't escape. And I was right, but I could only wish he could escape.
Filler chapter. I'm really busy. Serious problems at home. Not a good chapters but 5 reviews for the next chapter.
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