Chapter Eight

Never Felt More Alive

December 20th

"What do you mean the results were 'inconclusive'?" Morgan inquired angrily.

Before Nightwing had the time to answer, Batman answered for him. "It means that despite all the performed tests, we are still not any closer to figuring out exactly what you are. The experiments offered no informative results."

Nightwing wordlessly handed her the file he knew to be hers. He'd read through it this morning, and had to admit that they were, indeed, very inconclusive. Apart from where her tests revealed that she had wings, she appeared to be, for all intents and purposes, a perfectly normal human being. There was nothing significantly off, other than her blood pressure being slightly lower than what was the norm. Which didn't have much to do with her having powers or wings, Nightwing figured.

"So I let myself get prodded at for three days for nothing?" She said, her tone more frustrated and disappointed than angry now.

Batman inclined his head, which Nightwing knew was the only sign of sympathy his former mentor was going to show, and then headed for the Zeta tube without another word.

"I'll see you tonight, Batman." Nightwing spoke up, reminding him that they did have an appointment tonight. The brooding hero didn't turn around as he disappeared in the white light of the Zeta tube, but both teenagers knew he'd heard Nightwing.

"I was so hoping for some answers.." Morgan murmured, heaving a heavy sigh.

Nightwing raised his hand hesitantly before placing it on her shoulder in a show of comfort. Morgan turned away from the Zeta tube and faced him.

"We'll find some answers." he squeezed her shoulder once before dropping his hand. Morgan narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at him with what appeared to be suspicion, which kind of annoyed him. He was only trying to be nice. Still, she looked at him like she thought he was hiding something from her, and Nightwing had to admit she wasn't wrong. Batman hadn't changed anything in her file, but he and Nightwing had done some research of their own, which Batman hadn't added to the file. He wanted to tell her, but he had been ordered to not say anything by Batman.

"Come on, let's go a few rounds. You've been neglecting your training while at the lab." he was willing to do anything to get that suspicious look off her face so he wouldn't have to feel guilt gnawing at his insides.

Morgan smirked slightly. "There's the Nightwing I know and annoy."

Dick arrived at the Batcave later that evening, parked his motorcycle by the entrance, and marched right in. Bruce was already there, sitting in front of the computer, cowl pushed back.

"Why didn't you tell her?" Dick demanded without as much as a hello. He took his mask off and threw it onto one of the Batcave's work tables.

Bruce didn't move. "Until such a time where we know for sure that our suspicions are true, you will tell her nothing."

Nightwing found himself uncharacteristically angry on behalf of the winged girl. "She deserves to know." Dick stated firmly.

"Dick.." Bruce finally turned to his ward. "Can you imagine how she'd react if she was told that her scientist father might be the one responsible for her wings because he experimented on her as a child?"

Dick had to admit he could see Bruce's point. He sighed and slumped against the desk. "She's going to tear me a new one when she finds out I've been keeping this from her." He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, already getting a headache at the thought.

Bruce stood up and put a hand on Dick's shoulder, not unlike the way Dick had done to Morgan earlier that day. "Get some sleep. You can stay here for tonight. Tim would appreciate it."

Dick offered Bruce a grateful smile. "It'll be like old times."

Bruce face fell a fraction and Dick immediately regretting saying that. If things were really like old times, Jason would still be alive. Dick felt an old wound re-open, and knew he'd unintentionally caused his adopted father another night of regret and guilt.

"I'll go help Alfred with dinner." Dick needed to get away from Bruce before he did something stupid again, like apologizing for what he'd said, which could only end badly. Bruce would pretend he didn't know what Dick was on about, and Dick would then insist that they talk about it, which would end in an argument and then one of them would lash out at the other and they would not talk for a few weeks.

After the argument that had made Dick move out and become Nightwing instead of Robin, he'd been cautious around Bruce, not wanting another fight like that ever again. It had taken him months before he forgave his mentor and it wasn't until Bruce had gotten injured and hospitalized that Dick sought him out again and mended their strained relationship. In their line of business, you could never know if your next conversation with someone was actually going to be your last, and so Dick had learned he couldn't afford to fight with Bruce for a longer period of time.

He stepped into a changing room and slipped out of his Nightwing get-up, into a pair of jeans and a dark grey t-shirt.

Walking through the old grandfather clock, Dick found himself in the mansion. He steered through all the well-known halls, heading for the kitchen. He found both Alfred and Tim in the kitchen, one making dinner and the other making.. something.. out of a split-apart toaster and what Dick recognized as the remote to the TV from Tim's room.

The two occupants both look up from their work when he entered.

"Master Dick, what a pleasant surprise." Alfred said, pleasant as ever, and Dick found an easy smile – the first genuine smile of that day – growing on his face. Due to his casual attire, Dick knew that Alfred already knew he was staying the night. He'd learned to pick up those kinds of things long ago.

"Hey Alfred," Dick stepped further into the kitchen and grabbed a plum from a bowl on the kitchen table, biting into it. "Need any help with dinner?"

"No thank you, It will be finished in a moment."

"Hey Dick," Tim said, an eager smile on his face. The younger boy was bent low over his contraption, only sparing Dick a brief look before focusing intently on his work again. Dick ruffled Tim's short hair, earning a faux annoyed grunt from the boy.

"What're you working on?" Dick asked.

Tim never got to answer because just then, Alfred placed cutlery and plates in front of Dick. "If you'd be so kind, Master Dick." He requested, and Dick immediately picked it up with one hand, his other grabbing hold of the collar of Tim's white tank top, dragging him with him.

"Hey-!" Tim protested, but still allowed Dick to drag him into the dining room.

Together they set the table quickly.

"So," Tim said, and Dick instantly knew he was going to ask Dick something that would annoy him. "How's training going?

Dick inwardly groaned. "Morgan is.. making lots of progress. She'll be ready for her first mission soon, I expect."

Tim looked surprised, his blue eyes big. "Really? You do know all of our missions tend to end with something exploding, right after everything went the exact opposite of according to plan, right?"

"Well, I didn't mean one of our bigger missions, obviously. I was thinking about taking her out on patrol tomorrow. I think it'd make her realize that I'm not training her to annoy her, but to help her survive." Dick admitted.

"Is she being difficult? I haven't had a chance to talk to this Morgan myself yet, but M'gann seems awfully fond of her."

Dick smiled a small half-smile. "M'gann is fond of most people. But yes, Morgan is a bit difficult. She's stubborn, with an attitude, a tendency to get way too defensive and she likes fighting and arguing far too much."

"So, basically, she has the potential to become a perfect superhero."

Dick shrugged. "Yeah, exactly. She doesn't even realize it herself though, and she's less than receptive when I try to talk to her about it."

Tim smirked. "By time you met a bit of resistance from the ladies."

Dick rolled his eyes. "This is different. I'm trying to train her, not romance her."

Tim didn't stop smirking. "True. But I still think it's healthy for you. The only other woman I know to have ever made your life difficult is Barbara."

"Well, I haven't tried to romance her either." Dick pointed out. "Maybe it's when I attempt to train girls that things go wrong."

Tim shrugged. "Maybe."

Alfred came into the dining room, placing a stew that smelled absolutely delicious on the table.

One of the worst things about moving out was missing Alfred's cooking every night. Dick had lost count of how many night he'd had to resort to instant noodles because he didn't have the time or energy to cook anything else.

Alfred walked up to the bookshelf flanking the entire right length of the room and removed a book, pressing down on a button that was connected to a communication system that led to the Batcave. "Master Bruce?"

"Yes Alfred?" Bruce's calm voice came from the other end.

"Dinner is served."

"I'll be right up."

They mostly ate dinner in silence, and Dick couldn't help but think that it was his fault. Bruce was more sullen than usual, and Dick and Tim were both squirming in their seats as they waited for dinner to be over.

Once it was, Dick excused himself to his old room, which he could see was left completely untouched. The young hero had to admit he was kind of exhausted. All the night patrols he was doing, combined with the all-nighters he had to pull to finish his homework on time was starting to catch up to him. He thanked his lucky stars that Christmas break had started as he slipped into his old bed – still the comfiest place on earth if he excluded all the nights his younger self had slept in Bruce's bed when he'd had nightmares. Bruce's bed was the comfiest place on earth, but Dick's own bed was a close second, he decided while burying himself in his comforters and pillows.

December 21st

Morgan blinked at Nightwing. Paused, opened her mouth, closed it, and then blinked some more. Nightwing patiently waited for her to say something.

Eventually, the only thing she got out was a "huh?"

Nightwing sighed, and Morgan could tell he was rolling his eyes at her behind that irritating mask of his.

"I said-"

"No," Morgan interrupted, waving a hand at him. "I heard what you said. I'm just wondering why the heck you suddenly want me to join you on patrol."

"I guess that much should be obvious. It's training."

Morgan closed her eyes briefly and crossed her arms over her chest before opening them again, still not entirely sure how she was supposed to react. "It's like you want to get me killed."

Nightwing had the nerve to look confused. "If I didn't think you could handle it, I wouldn't have asked. Besides, it's not like I'm going to drop you off on the most dangerous street of Gotham in the middle of the night in nothing but your underwear and then pick you up in a couple of hours. We're going to Happy Harbor. And I'll be there to help you throughout the whole thing."

Morgan studied him for a moment, thinking about it.

It wasn't like she didn't want to do it. For a week now, she'd been itching to go out and do something with all that training of hers. She'd told Nightwing once that she didn't really want to go out and save people all of the time, that she didn't have it in her, but that hadn't been entirely true. It wasn't true anymore, at least. She actually did want to help. She did want to feel like she was making a difference.

A small thrill went through her when she realized that this would be like 'going public' for her. Her first real appearance on the superhero stage.

What the hell, Morgan decided, and nodded at Nightwing. "Alright. Just give me a moment to change."

Nightwing tossed her a black mask, not unlike the one he was wearing himself, which Morgan caught on instinct. "You have five minutes. Wear dark colors."

Half an hour later, Morgan kind of wished she'd worn something warmer. They were, after all, in the middle of December, and while it was still a few degrees above sub-zero, there was a viciously cold wind blowing through the city. It was the kind of wind that seemed to seep right through your clothes and into your bones. At the very least the mask now covering her eyes – an unfamiliar feeling she knew she'd grow fond of – shielded them from the wind, allowing her to see clearly.

"Can we get off of this stupid roof top at some point?" She asked through clenched teeth. Nightwing and Morgan had been stationed on top of a tall building for about ten minutes now, and she honestly didn't understand what he was looking for.

She ruffled her feathers and attempted to shield herself somewhat with her wings. "My wings are getting stiff from the cold."

Nightwing didn't look away from the streets before them as he said, "If you intend to keep complaining about every little thing, this is going to be a very long night for the both of us."

Morgan sighed harshly, but wisely chose to shut up, wrapping her arms around her knees to keep her warmth from disappearing. As much as the wind was bothering her, Morgan knew that the tall building was the most logical choice for them to camp out. They had a clear view of a large part of the city from it.

"There." Nightwing said suddenly a few minutes later, pointing at a jewelry shop a street over. He stood up and pulled out his grapple hook.

"Finally!" Morgan groaned, standing too. She looked at the jewelry shop and saw four sketchy looking guys in the middle of breaking open a window.

Nightwing fired his grapple hook into the building next to him and turned to Morgan. "Think you can fly down?"

Realizing that her choice was between flying down herself, or clinging to Nightwing in a cliché Tarzan-Jane moment as he swung them both down, Morgan decided she'd rather fly.

She grimaced at him. "I think I'll take my chances."

She could tell he was rolling his eyes at her again, but she didn't comment on it.

Nightwing jumped off the building and swung down, which Morgan had to admit, looked really cool.

"Okay.." She mumbled. "My turn."

Shaking her wings a few times to get feeling back into them, she walked up to the edge of the rooftop, trying to keep her heart under control.

She'd never done something like this before. Fear seeped into her limbs, and she took several deep breaths of the cold night air to calm her spinning head. She wasn't necessarily afraid of heights. She just wasn't fond of jumping off buildings.

Looking down she saw Nightwing waiting for her at the bottom of the building, and new determination appeared in her. She was not going to embarrass herself in front of him. She's rather break a leg.

She beat her wings up and down, harder and harder, until, finally, she lifted off of the rooftop. A strong wind blew her away from the edge of the roof, leaving nothing but a terrifying drop and then the street beneath her.

Letting out a small, scared squeal at this, she started beating her wings furiously so she wouldn't fall down. Eventually, Morgan realized that if she kept doing that, she'd soon tire out, as her wings weren't that strong yet. She needed to find a way down, and she needed to find it now.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan remembered watching animal programs with her parents when she was younger. She remembered the way the birds in the sky used their wings and the wind to glide through the air without having to beat their wings much. She remembered her father, her brilliant scientist of a father, explaining to a seven-year-old her how that worked.

Morgan spread her wings out as big as she could, and turned them downwards, using the wind to glide gradually towards the ground. She straightened her body, keeping her arms to her sides so she became more aerodynamic.

Tilting her body so her right wing was bent further down than her left, she started gliding in a curve, allowing her to land fairly close to Nightwing. She took a deep breath, thankful that she'd gotten down unharmed. Her heart was still hammering away in her chest, her breathing labored.

"Let's not," She gulped and leaned forward, her hands on her knees. "Let's not do that again."

"You'll get the hang of it eventually." Nightwing encouraged her, oddly supportive. "Now let's go."

He fired his grapple hook again and disappeared onto another roof top.

"Damn him.." Morgan grumbled and took off again.

A minute later, Morgan, wings utterly spent now, only just managed to grab onto the edge of the roof top. It was a sharp edge made of steel, and she felt her left palm dig into it harshly. The pain, combined with the fact that her body slammed into the brick wall, almost made her let go of the ledge.

"Uh, Nightwing?" She groaned from her unfortunate position. "A little help?"

A moment later, she looked up to see a pair of black gloves wrap around her wrists and pull her up. As she was pulled up and was able to look up over the ledge, she saw that the black gloves weren't attached to Nightwing, as she had assumed, but rather, one of the younger heroes she'd seen around the Cave. She recognized him as Robin.

"Thanks." She sat down on the ledge, grimacing at the pain in her left hand. She looked at it, frowning at the blood that was slowly oozing from the medium sized slice in her palm. "Damn it.."

"You okay?" Asked Robin. He dug into one of the pouches he had on his belt, handing her a roll of clean white cloth.

Morgan shrugged as an answer his question and accepted the offered bandage with a small smile of gratitude. "What are you doing here?" Morgan questioned, hoping it didn't sound rude.

Robin smirked a smirk that made Morgan think he spent too much time with Nightwing. "I was invited."

Nightwing chose to show up at that moment. "You're late."

Robin looked dryly at him. "I had some other business."

Morgan was focused on attempting to wrap the gauze around her hand, so she didn't pay much attention to the exchange between Robin and Nightwing. The wound looked dirty, and she'd have to wash it and dress it properly when she got home. But right now she just didn't want it to bleed all over, and to not let it be a hindrance on their patrol.

She fumbled with the gauze. It was difficult enough to dress it using only one hand, but her hand was also shaking from the cold, her joints stiff.

"Let me." Nightwing offered after she'd sighed with frustration at the uncooperative gauze. Morgan shifted slightly when he sat next to her and undid all her hard work. He rewrapped the bandage and tied a tight knot. The three heroes had been silent as the grave while he dressed the wound, Robin studying the two older heroes in front of him like a hawk.

"Make sure you clean this back home." Ordered Nightwing and stood up. "Now let's go get those jewel robbers."

By the time they'd reached the scene, the robbers had already managed to break open the window.

The three teenagers were perched on the top of the roof parallel to the jewelry shop. Morgan eyed the big, bulky and tough looking thieves, nervousness blossoming in her chest. Before she even had the time to squash the nerves down, a hiccup made her small frame jump.

Robin shot her a look, and when she delivered a second hiccup, so did Nightwing.

After giving her al look, Nightwing seemed to decide that ignoring her was his best course of action because instead of acknowledging her, he started analyzing their opponent. "Alright, so I see four of them. No visible weapo-"

"Hick!"

"Will you stop that?" Nightwing turned to her, visibly annoyed.

"I can't." She snapped. "That's not how hiccups work, dummy."

Nightwing sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You've got to be kidding."

Robin burst out laughing, turning it into an awkward cough when Nightwing glared at him.

He glared at Morgan next, who managed to get the hiccups under control as she stared innocently back.

Then he began relaying the game plan again. "Okay, so we'll surround them-"

"Hick!"

"Oh, for crying out loud."

Nightwing placed a hand over Morgan's mouth, silencing the hiccups while he explained the plan. "We'll attack from three different angles so they don't scatter. Okay?"

Morgan nodded behind his hand when he looked at her. She got the feeling that he was making extra sure to explain everything because this was her first time.

They turned their attention back to the four thieves as the three of them got into position. The robbers were arguing about who should go in first, apparently afraid of cutting themselves on the broken glass and leaving behind DNA.

"Well, if none of you are going to volunteer, I'd love to go first." Nightwing joked loudly. He was standing on the fire escape of the house across the street, leaning casually against the railing. The four brutes all turned simultaneously, emitting various sounds of alarm.

"It's one of Batman's brats!" Yelled the one that appeared to be leader.

"What is he doing in Happy Harbor?" The shortest of the bunch exclaimed.

Robin swooped down and landed on the sidewalk, smirk still firmly in place. "Make that two of Batman's brats." He quipped. "And we don't like to be called that."

The thieves huddled closer together, fists raised defensively in front of them.

Suddenly, a girlish squeal and the loud ear-grating sound of several trashcans falling over could be heard behind them and the four thieves jumped in surprise as they turned to look at the commotion.

Morgan, as suggested by Nightwing, had tried to land behind the thieves, so they'd be caged in, but she had miscalculated and had flown head-first into a cluster of trashcans, which she had scattered all over the place.

Hurriedly standing up in the middle of the mess she'd made, Morgan, inwardly cursing herself, casually flicked a piece of garbage off of her shoulder. "Is this the part where I deliver a clever one-liner too?"

"I think we're past that." Nightwing, who had literally face palmed at her less than impressive entrance, said. "Let's just beat them up and leave them to the police."

And they did. Nightwing and Robin immediately engaged the four men. They bravely attempted to fight back, one of them even pulling out a gun, but the two heroes were much too experienced to let a bunch of jewelry thieves get the better of them. Before long, two of them were unconscious and a third was on the ground, nursing a broken nose. The gun lay forgotten in the middle of the road.

Morgan still hadn't moved. In a strange way, she felt bad for hurting them. She kept thinking that she didn't really know their background story. What if one had a wife in the hospital and no way to pay the bill? What if they had a debt to pay to some drug lord or something? She felt like beating them up was unfair. True, they shouldn't be stealing, but what gave her the right to beat them up for doing it? She guessed that was why people had called Batman a vigilante before he'd gained his superhero status.

"Morgan!" Nightwing shouted at her, waking her from her whirlwind of thoughts. She looked up at him. "What are you waiting for?"

Nightwing had a firm grip on the fourth brute, forcing his arms behind his back in a tight lock. He was kicking and cursing but the tall teenager barely acknowledged this.

He looked at her incredulously and Robin had a small smile teasing at his lips as he studied her like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Morgan." He repeated when she didn't react. The guy in his grip managed to get a good kick on Nightwing's right leg. "Will you stop squirming?" He barked, irritated at the guy.

"Sorry." She forced out. "What do you want me to do?"

"Defend yourself." Nightwing let go of the guy with one arm and fired his grapple hook onto the nearest rooftop. He nodded at Robin and he did the same. Then Nightwing kicked the would-be thief away from him, sending him sprawling by Morgan's feet. The two boys slung onto the balcony Nightwing had been on before they engaged the thieves, leaving Morgan alone with the robber.

He is such a dick.. Morgan thought while the grown man – who had to be a more than a head taller than Morgan and twice as broad – got to his feet and faced her, fury in his eyes.

"They expect me to fight a little girl?" He sneered mockingly even as he eyed the wings on her back with a weary look.

Morgan frowned immediately. "They expect me to fight a normal human?" She found that the banter came to her surprisingly easy.

All thoughts of not wanting to hurt him flew out the window when she faced him. He was looking at her with a cruelty in his eyes that erased any doubt in her mind whether he really deserved a good beating. When he lunged for her and she jumped to the side, Morgan almost got downright angry with him.

He turned faster than Morgan would have expected someone his size to be able to, his fist aimed for her face. But if there was one thing Nightwing had taught her, it was dodging. Since the very beginning, he'd drilled into her that she was smaller and thus less strong and more vulnerable, and her number one rule had to be to never get hit. Unlike guys like Superboy, she couldn't just block a strike, she had to dodge it. Be in constant movement.

Jumping back, she breathed in deep to clear her head and remember her training.

Angered and defensive due to his attempted hits, Morgan growled. "You shouldn't have done that."

She focused on one of the trashcan lids and flung her arm out, sending it flying towards the man. With a crash, the lid hit him on the side of his head, sending him to his knees.

"Bitch!" He groaned, clutching his smarting temple.

Morgan looked up at Nightwing with as much casualness as she could muster in her anything-but-casual state. "Am I expected to knock him out?"

"By all means." Nightwing gestured casually to the guy, who was getting back on his feet, blinking furiously, probably in an attempt to rid his vision of the stars Morgan knew he was seeing.

Morgan nodded, and, just because she knew she'd have to draw blood with her bare hands at some point and she might as well get her first time over with, she formed a fist and threw it back before sending it straight for the guy's nose. Her hand, thankfully not her injured one, throbbed painfully at the contact, but judging by the crunch of his nose, and the howl he emitted, she suspected the thief was in much more pain than her.

He fell back on his ass in the middle of the road. Too late, Morgan saw one of his flailing arms bump into the forgotten gun, his hand closing around it. With blood dripping from his nose and down his face, the thief looked absolutely murderous as he pointed the gun right at her.

"Shit," Morgan heard someone – Robin she later realized – utter behind her, but she barely took notice, her entire focus aimed at the man in front of her.

"Stay back or she dies!" The robber threatened at the two boys that had landed behind him, only a few feet away.

"Don't do anything you're going to regret," Reasoned Nightwing, his voice calm, placating, but with an undertone of alarm.

Morgan felt her insides turn to ice with fear. There was a gun being pointed at her. The guy who was holding the gun was already mad at her because she'd broken his nose and given him the headache of the year. He had threatened to kill her already.

She was going to kill Nightwing, if she wasn't killed first herself.

This is your own damned fault! Morgan reminded herself in her head. You joined this business willingly, so pull yourself together at take responsibility for that. Now stay alive!

With a start, Morgan realized that, just because she couldn't physically touch him, she could still pull that gun out of his hands. Thank you freaky telekinetic powers!

"Don't do something I'll regret?" Sneered the man. "Like this?"

She knew before he did it that he was going to pull the trigger. Right as he pulled it, Morgan, acting on instinct, straightened her arms out, palms towards him, and flung her arms upwards, manipulating the metal in the gun until it moved upwards on its own.

Bang!

"Morgan!"

She felt more than saw the bullet pass right over her head, missing by mere inches. The intense relief she felt made her legs shake to point where she fell forward onto her knees.

Before the man had the chance to take aim again, Nightwing and Robin were upon him, and he was beaten unconscious and tied up before Morgan even had a chance to properly process what had happened.

Robin was finishing up on tying the four thieves up, and Nightwing hurried over to Morgan.

"Are you alright?"

The anger Morgan would normally have felt in such a stressful situation, anger she'd usually aim at Nightwing, was absent from her system, leaving her slightly numb and very confused.

"Yeah, I'm.. yeah."

Still shaking she attempted to stand, accepting Nightwing's offered hand for once.

"Let's get back to the Cave. I think this is enough training for tonight." Nightwing suggested carefully. He sounded like he was afraid she'd blow up at him. Or maybe cry.

Morgan nodded numbly and didn't even complain when he wrapped and arm around her waist and fired his grapple hook at a nearby building, taking her with him.

Back at the Cave, Morgan had gotten over some of her shock, but she still found her anger unusually absent.

"I'm going to bed." She said slowly and left Nightwing and Robin in the main room. She either forgot or just didn't care about her still injured hand, content to ignore it and the rest of the world as she slipped underneath the covers of her bed, still fully clothed.

There, she cried. Cried because someone had pointed a gun at her and tried to kill her, because she missed her mom, because she was worried about starting school, because she felt like the strain she was put under was going to eventually break her, because it had been so long since she'd allowed herself to properly cry over these kinds of things.

And she also cried because she still thought that tonight had been, minus the shooting, incredibly exciting and she had liked fighting that guy and the thrill it gave her. She had liked how alive she felt, even as she stared death in the face, liked the way the adrenalin made her heart pound throughout her entire body, setting every single nerve on high alert.

Morgan cried because she wanted to do it again.

I'm very much satisfied with this chapter, which is a good thing because the last chapter was kind of unsatisfactory. Hope you guys liked it! What did you think of Morgan's debut on the crime fighting scene?

Fun fact: While I've only posted roughly 35.000 words on the story so far, I've actually been working on it for six months and have written about 160.000 words already.