Hey guys! Been a while(ish) since I updated! Sorry about that. ANyways I had to suffer 30 minutes of wifi withdraw once I got home because of a power outage and I lost all of my work I had done for this chapter. Yeah.. Anyways, here I am, re-writing it. Lets begin?

Disclaimer: I only own Kristiel/Cyanide

Song for this chapter: It's Who We Are by Imagine Dragons

I healed in the next few days and got quite aggravated because Thad wouldn't let me leave until I calmed down and healed. I was fine. I may or may not have tried to break Thad's nose in frustration. I was not successful, but I almost hit him. But finally I made it out. Finally, I was away from Thad who was being a bug. I walked across Gotham's rooftops in the cool night air and smiled. I missed Star City, sometimes. I had friends there, but now my closest friends were older than me and worked in a tattoo shop with me. Lately I had the idea of getting another tattoo, but of what? Venom came to mind, but I quickly pushed the thought of tattoos from my head. Right now I had a city to watch.

I walked across the rooftops when I heard a woman scream. I rushed across to a space in between buildings. She was at gun point. I sighed. I had been in this position to many times before. It was simple. I hopped down and said, "Hey dude, leave the woman alone. If you beat me, think of the money you'll make. I got lots of ammo, guns, and valuables, more than her, don't you think?"

"That's not what I want," the man growled, his voice crazy insane.

"Well, just let her go then we can talk dude. I'm sure you'll get what you want- er what is it exactly?'

"I want to meet Batman," insanity met with his voice in perfect harmony. It was nerve racking.

"Okay, just let the girl go and I'll take you to the Bat, he's a.. Friend of mine." I took a slow step forward, I knew crazies like the back of my hand. I spent my life with 'em, sure I got away, but crazies were my speciality.

He pointed the gun at me.

"If you take one more step I'll shoot." His hand was shaky, but aimed at me. If he fired, it's hit me. Not a fatal blow, due to the shakiness of his hand, putting his aim off. I took my chances.

"Hey, dude. Just chill," I took a step forward.

It happened in nanoseconds. He let the woman go, steadied his aim for a perfect fatal blow, fired, but the bullet didn't hit me. I was against the brick wall of the ally. I wasn't dead. I wasn't dying. How? My mind snapped into reality. Thad was in front of me. It might have been dark, but the green and white suit with goggles and blonde hair was unmistakable. The man was on the ground, the gun was no where to be found. The woman had staggered upwards. Thad grimaced when I moved him out of the way. "What- WERE YOU FOLLOWING ME?"

"You're welcome, Red."

I sighed.

"Move out of the way, Thad."

"No. You're going to kill him, but he still has the gun and he's pointing it at you."

Thad was right. The man had lost all of his shakiness and was pointing the gun steady at me.

"Since when did you care?"

"Since I took a bullet for you 30 seconds ago, I'd like to not get shot again." Thad winced as he moved his left arm.

I was silent. 24 year old Thaddeus Thawne II, aka Inertia, the speedster villain gone anti-hero who didn't give a damn about anyone except himself and was extremely sophisticated compared to my laziness and sitting on the couch and drawing and eating pizza like a pig all day, took a bullet for me? Me, a 23 year old dyed red haired girl who acted tougher than I actually was, and was the most immature and bloodiest person ever.

Why?

I couldn't find any particular reason as to why he would do that. I moved him out of the way to be yelled at by the man.

"I'll shoot again!"

"Sure, you'll pull the trigger. But you're bluffing. There was only one bullet in the magazine. You used the others to scare the woman and get the attention of Batman, finding out your failure you didn't want to seem like a bluff, so you tried to shoot me. My buddy over there took a bullet for me," I was putting a magazine into my hand gun. "You willing to pay the price for that? An eye for an eye? A life for a life? A head for a bullet?" I asked.

Yes a head for a bullet.

Call me crazy, but I had an idea.

"Thad. Get the hatchet from my room, then go back home and I'll get you stitched up."

Inertia nodded and was back in seconds.

I took the hatchet from him and grabbed the man by his nasty black hair. He began to sob. I felt no mercy. I beheaded him and took the head as a prize. I arrived at my apartment and put the head in a cardboard box. I searched my bathroom for the med kit and grabbed the needle, thread, peroxide, and tweezers. I used a rag and peroxide to clean the wound, then using the tweezers I removed the bullet, which caused more bleeding that I had to clean with peroxide. I stitched up the gap where the bullet used to be and sighed. "Dude, I would've prefered a bullet. It would at least remind me that I'm not immortal or invincible," I commented as I out the med kit away.

"You're lucky it wasn't you. I didn't intend to get hit by a bullet."

"What ever. Road trip to Wayne manor?"

"Why?"

"You'll see."

We took a taxi to Wayne manor, leaving a cardboard box on the doorstep, and rang the doorbell, leaving before they could answer the door.

15 minutes later I got a call on my cell.

"Hey, stop sending me dead stuff," a gruff voice answered.

"Got your attention didn't it?"

"What do you want Cyanide?"

"Just wanted to let you know, that I have control over Gotham's crime now. I may have to share my power with the Red Hood, but hey, at least we're doing it right. They hear Batman, it's like the story Cinderella. They hear Cyanide and they go runnin' like the Poltergeist is eating their soul and giving them nightmares to an eight year old. Your reign is over, Bat. Adios. Goodbye." I hung up. A sly smirk crept across my face as I entered my apartment with Thad.

"You gave him the guys head?"

"Yeah."

"Damn."

I flopped onto the couch.

"What did you think I was going o keep it? Hell no, he was ugly and you wanna know how bad that would smell?"

Thad smiled. "You have a weird sense of humor."

"It's not weird, you've just never viewed normal the way I do."

"See, this is why I stick around you."

"Huh?"

"You view the world differently than everyone else. They see it as money, failure, bills, etc. But you see it a a small mess that needs to be cleaned up. You view it from a whole nother perspective. You go out at night, slowly trying to repair the place that has been destroyed beyond repair. It's amazing how you're not insane."

"I just beheaded a guy and left his head on the doorstep of the richest, and toughest guy in Gotham."

"Point taken."

We spent the rest of the night watching movies and enjoying eachothers company. Considering how much I think the guy is a stupid ass bitch, I think he's starting to grow on me.