Chapter Four:
होल्ली, होली walked onto the school campus. She had to admit, it was rather impressive. The school was an old गढ़, महल that stretched to the sky. The old stone was cracked and covered with moss. The empty spaces in the दीवार were filled with glass, so होल्ली, होली assumed they were windows.
The grounds were acres wide. होल्ली, होली spotted many different small buildings. Greenhouses, tool sheds, and several others that were covered up. होल्ली, होली raised an eyebrow, but continued walking as if she were a regular girl and not a super-heroine investigating a possibly hostile and mind-controlled school.
Spotting the headmistress in an नारंगी, ऑरेंज tee and black skinny jeans, which surprised Holly, she jogged over.
"Hello, Mrs. Flores! Im Holly."
"Hello, Holly." the headmistress said, shaking the teen's hand. "Welcome to our school. Oh, and just call me Catalina."
"Scan shows this 'Catalina Flores' has intents."
"What kind of intents?" Blue Beetle asked.
"I believe आप would put it as...mischievous."
"What kind of mischievous?" Blue asked.
"Undetermined, the female's emotions are too jumbled to discern."
"Joy." Blue said.
"Nightwing to Blue Beetle. Who is the headmistress."
"She introduced herself as Catalina Flores, but-"
Nightwing coughed on the other end of the line.
"You okay, amigo?" Blue asked.
"What does she look like?" Nightwing asked, clearing his throat.
"Smokin'." Blue Beetle replied.
"Funny." Nightwing said. "Hair? Eyes? Height? What's she wearing?"
"Amigo," Blue said, raising his scanner arm again. "You sound like आप wanna ask her out."
Nighwing choked on the other end of the line again.
"Are आप ok-"
"Fine." Nightwing snapped.
Blue rolled his eyes. "Black hair, dark eyes, hispanic descent, around mid-twenties, नारंगी, ऑरेंज tee, black jeans, also: mischievous intents."
Nightwing muttered something.
"What?" Blue asked.
"Nothing. Keep an eye on her, and remain in STEALTH MODE. Nightwing out."
"Weird." Blue said.
होल्ली, होली walked onto the school campus. She had to admit, it was rather impressive. The school was an old गढ़, महल that stretched to the sky. The old stone was cracked and covered with moss. The empty spaces in the दीवार were filled with glass, so होल्ली, होली assumed they were windows.
The grounds were acres wide. होल्ली, होली spotted many different small buildings. Greenhouses, tool sheds, and several others that were covered up. होल्ली, होली raised an eyebrow, but continued walking as if she were a regular girl and not a super-heroine investigating a possibly hostile and mind-controlled school.
Spotting the headmistress in an नारंगी, ऑरेंज tee and black skinny jeans, which surprised Holly, she jogged over.
"Hello, Mrs. Flores! Im Holly."
"Hello, Holly." the headmistress said, shaking the teen's hand. "Welcome to our school. Oh, and just call me Catalina."
"Scan shows this 'Catalina Flores' has intents."
"What kind of intents?" Blue Beetle asked.
"I believe आप would put it as...mischievous."
"What kind of mischievous?" Blue asked.
"Undetermined, the female's emotions are too jumbled to discern."
"Joy." Blue said.
"Nightwing to Blue Beetle. Who is the headmistress."
"She introduced herself as Catalina Flores, but-"
Nightwing coughed on the other end of the line.
"You okay, amigo?" Blue asked.
"What does she look like?" Nightwing asked, clearing his throat.
"Smokin'." Blue Beetle replied.
"Funny." Nightwing said. "Hair? Eyes? Height? What's she wearing?"
"Amigo," Blue said, raising his scanner arm again. "You sound like आप wanna ask her out."
Nighwing choked on the other end of the line again.
"Are आप ok-"
"Fine." Nightwing snapped.
Blue rolled his eyes. "Black hair, dark eyes, hispanic descent, around mid-twenties, नारंगी, ऑरेंज tee, black jeans, also: mischievous intents."
Nightwing muttered something.
"What?" Blue asked.
"Nothing. Keep an eye on her, and remain in STEALTH MODE. Nightwing out."
"Weird." Blue said.
Dozens of reporters swarmed around the billionaire from New York, but he calmly walked past them all and into the limousine. A bodyguard turned around.
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he कहा in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did आप hear that?"
"Yeah. I told आप the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl कहा it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he कहा in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did आप hear that?"
"Yeah. I told आप the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl कहा it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012