"Oh, come ON, Bats, this is the only hari she's gonna be in town!"
"For the last time, Erica, NO."
I glared at Batman, clutching the tickets for the Katy Perry konsert that I was so very lucky to get.
"But--" I started.
"No," he berkata firmly, which marked the end of the discussion.
I sighed. "Look, everybody else is on a mission, and I'm stuck here doing nothing. So please--"
His communicator beeped; he looked relieved, but picked it up anyway. I heard a muffled voice from the other line, and Batman nodded and said, "She's on her way."
He turned it off and looked at me. "Robin needs back-up in Gotham. Mr. Freeze is attacking the Gotham Mint."
I huffed, and marched off into the locker room without another word. I hurried in changing into Jeannette's Nightfury suit, then ran to the transporter.
I never knew exactly why I'd chosen to wear her suit; it felt like doing a justice for her, after what I made her go through.
I opened the telephone booth door and shot my Bat-Rope, borrowed from Batman, of course. I swung through the city until I reached the Gotham Mint, where police were crowded in front of something silver.
I landed in front of the silver thing, and gasped: it was Robin, stuck in a statue of ice.
"What happened?" I demanded.
"He tried stopping Mr. Freeze, and he froze him," answered an officer.
I rolled my eyes and went to the nearest cruiser. I rummaged in the trunk, and found a can of pepperspray, and a tazer. Together, the liquid formed a hole in the ice, where I used acid from my tali pinggang and burned the ice. Robin fell, shivering from head to toe.
"Are anda okay?" I asked, kneeling beside him.
"Y-yes," he stuttered through clenched teeth. "G-go get F-freeze!"
I nodded, then ran off inside the mint. Inside, the vaults for the cash were all thrown apart, with a few dollars scattered about. I pulled out my flashlight and looked for clues, when finally, I spotted a bear-sized hole on the edge of the bank.
"Still doesn't beat a Katy Perry concert," I muttered, following all the clues outside.
"For the last time, Erica, NO."
I glared at Batman, clutching the tickets for the Katy Perry konsert that I was so very lucky to get.
"But--" I started.
"No," he berkata firmly, which marked the end of the discussion.
I sighed. "Look, everybody else is on a mission, and I'm stuck here doing nothing. So please--"
His communicator beeped; he looked relieved, but picked it up anyway. I heard a muffled voice from the other line, and Batman nodded and said, "She's on her way."
He turned it off and looked at me. "Robin needs back-up in Gotham. Mr. Freeze is attacking the Gotham Mint."
I huffed, and marched off into the locker room without another word. I hurried in changing into Jeannette's Nightfury suit, then ran to the transporter.
I never knew exactly why I'd chosen to wear her suit; it felt like doing a justice for her, after what I made her go through.
I opened the telephone booth door and shot my Bat-Rope, borrowed from Batman, of course. I swung through the city until I reached the Gotham Mint, where police were crowded in front of something silver.
I landed in front of the silver thing, and gasped: it was Robin, stuck in a statue of ice.
"What happened?" I demanded.
"He tried stopping Mr. Freeze, and he froze him," answered an officer.
I rolled my eyes and went to the nearest cruiser. I rummaged in the trunk, and found a can of pepperspray, and a tazer. Together, the liquid formed a hole in the ice, where I used acid from my tali pinggang and burned the ice. Robin fell, shivering from head to toe.
"Are anda okay?" I asked, kneeling beside him.
"Y-yes," he stuttered through clenched teeth. "G-go get F-freeze!"
I nodded, then ran off inside the mint. Inside, the vaults for the cash were all thrown apart, with a few dollars scattered about. I pulled out my flashlight and looked for clues, when finally, I spotted a bear-sized hole on the edge of the bank.
"Still doesn't beat a Katy Perry concert," I muttered, following all the clues outside.
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over to the side. Revenge tried to pick it up, but his strength had left him. It clattered
to the floor beside him as he sank to his knees, the unbearable pain filling his
body and mind.
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