I sat on the ground, tracing the scars that covered my arms. Didn't care that Dad was watching, I mean, what's the harm in that? I reached the tattoo on my shoulder, which covered the scar बैटमैन gave me. Yeah, आप read this right. Batman
. You'll find out why soon... I walked across the beam silently. The Masked-Bat could have been anywhere. My swords drawn, my breathing was silent, and the room was pitch black. He had me trapped. Little did he know, I was on the same team. Robin lay lifeless on the ground, crimson liquid running down his विभाजित करें, विभक्त करें cheek, to the "R" stitched onto his suit. They hadn't landed one पंच on me. Then again, we weren't finished yet. I smirked as warm breath ran down my neck, Batarang to my throat.
"Sorry, Batsy." My foot slid his out from under him. Before he fell, he landed a clean swipe of a Batarang to my cheek. Ow.
"Who are you." He कहा gruffly.
"Can't tell." I said, just before Robin decided to come alive. The Boy-Wonder tackled me off the beam, allowing his mentor to steady. He had me stuck between a rock and a, Bird Boy.
"Not for long." I kicked up right where it hurt, hard. He let out a squeak, and fell to the ground. I smirked, launching myself at Batman. A Batarang wisped past my ear, then another embedded itself into my shoulder. Wincing, I growled, throwing my sword at the Bat. Opening my wings and blurring out the dimly moonlit window, I glanced at the bloodied mess my arm had become.
"Mel." Fang snapped in my ear. I quickly snapped out of my trance.
"HOLY MOTHER OF बैटमैन WHAT DO आप WANT." Fang stared at me wide-eyed.
"I was thinking."