Okay, let us begin! I am going to have a theme song for each chapter, what ever song fits the chapter and that explains why I put Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz. Also, what happens in this story does not mean it is set in stone for Mondays Are the Prettiest Days. This story has a very unstable connection to MATPD but other than that it's a story on it's own. Now, moving on...

Disclaimer: I only own Kristiel/Cyanide.

Song for this chapter: Secret by The Pierces.

I surprised myself when I had agreed. I was going against my old friend. I was going against an old friend, who taught me everything I know, just so that I could get ahold of the Flash. Why? My life wasn't all that bad, I mean I got adopted and all that stuff, but still... Could I actually do this? You'd be surprised. I sighed and made my way home. I lived in a small, old, apartment. It was all I could afford. It's all anyone in this city could afford. Except maybe Wayne, but that's a story for another time. On my way across the rooftops I was greeted by an... Not an old friend, not a new one either. Not an enemy. Not a stranger. Not a stranger. I crossed my arms.

"Hey, Batman."

Batman didn't say anything but his young sidekick, Robin did.

"Hello. You must be Cyanide. Unimpressive, though."

"Maybe that's my goal. To seem harmless while I rip drug dealer's teeth out one by one, then stitch them into a doll and keep them in my trophy case then brutily slaughter them with the simplest items like a shattered tea cup or a rusty old spoon."

"But you don't you shoot them in the head and leave all evidence behind. Clever."

"Well at least you've got manners, unlike your mentor," I snarled.

"And I have information on who you actually are," Batman inquired.

"Who cares? Go ahead, release it to the press. I don't give a shit. I don't care about 'secret identities'. I only care about cleaning up the streets. If that takes blood, then let it be blood."

"But you're working with the murderer of Bart Allen. He may be alive now, but that doesn't make you any less of a criminal."

"Correction, I was working with Inertia. Also, is it a crime to simply know someone? It's not like I handed over Allen and said, 'Hey here you go! All yours!' After I helped with the machine I dropped out. He told me what it was really for before it was even made. He never said what he was using it for. He told the others he was stopping time for, and they went with it. So I did too."

"You still are working with him," Robin inquired.

"Oh shut your gob, bird-boy!"

Batman frowned even more, if that was physically possible.

"We have proof," and with that Batman played a recording of her conversation.

"So what?"

"You are planning to assassinate 3 members of the league, and an infant!"

"Who said anything about killing? And a baby? Who's baby?" I was generally shocked. It took me a moment to process.

"Wait up, Mond- I mean Pyro is pregnant? And I'm not killing the Flash. I don't know what Inertia's doing to Impulse and once again. Pyro, the slightly insane, 'I killed the Joker and his duplicate' girl who is engaged to freaking Impulse is pregnant?"

"Yes, she is."

"How do you know this? Have you been stalking her? Dude, that's creepy as fuck."

"No, I haven't. I know all of the league's true identities, which helps in some cases."

"Ha! So you are a creepy stalker!"

"No, it's insurence that they don't become evi- You know what point is is that you're no better than the criminals."

"Is that what you told Red? I guess so." I stated bluntly, referring to Red Hood. " But I bet you didn't tell good ol' Catwoman. Guess what? There's more to being a hero than you think. I may not be a hero, but I sure as hell ain't one of the scum building up on the streets. You know that I know who you are. I know all about this kid. It's your own fault for being less careful. But I don't care about that, now do I? Just leave me alone and don't acknowledge my exisitence and we'll be fine. Got it?"

Batman glared at me for a while. I was clever, I knew that I couldn't poison him through his arm or anywhere his armor protected him, but I could just as easily (esily being very hard, but not impossible) jab a dose of cyanide into his eye, or the exposed skin, which was limited.

"Fine. But stay out of my investigations."

"Done deal."

With that I walked away. it was permission to continue my work, but Batman would be investigating my connections with Thad, so that might be an issue. I knew stuff about Batman because of Thalia Al Ghul. She wasn't one to keep secrets, you know. I knew about little Damian since he was 5. Damian knew me, his mother and I were friends. I seemed to gain her friendship while hitting a target, in my early stages of being Cyanide. I was doing a fair job, but quite a sloppy one. She decided to investigate and we became friends. I would babysit Damian on occasion, and that was that.

Damian Wayne (Robin)'s point of view:

"Why'd you let her walk away? She'll just keep killing people!" I protested.

"But she's taking attention away from us. Lately the press is been to nosey."

"Who cares? She's murdering people!"

"I care Damian, and we will stop her. Just not quite yet."

I watched the flaming red hair disappear. I frowned. Kristiel knew things about us. What if she spilled. Sure, the Joker was gone. But what if the Court of Owls made her talk, or better yet the press. I suppose my dad knew what I was thinking because he said, "We'll get her. Don't worry."