Loud knocks woke me up from my sleep. I figured I would just ignore them.
"Jenny?" called a male voice from behind the door.
"Go away, Chris," I moaned. I pressed my back against the door so he wouldn't try to open it.
"It's me." It was the voice I would recognize anywhere, even in the grave.
I was wondering how it would sound like down there. "What do you want?"
"Can you move away from the door?" Damn, he knew everything.
I sighed and crawled away from the door and leaned against the frame of Anna's bed.
Red Arrow came inside and closed the door behind him. "Jen, I can't bear to see you like this."
I rolled down my sleeves. "You mean, "I can't bear to see a person who almost destroyed an entire city", right?"
He rolled his eyes and sat down next to me. "I can help you, you just need to listen."
I closed my eyes. "No. I'm not going out there."
"Look, it wasn't your fault. You were possessed by Ra's Al-Ghul, remember?"
I cringed, remembering. "If I were a REAL superhero, I would've had the conscious to stop myself. I can't risk that again."
That night was so clear in my mind. I remembered Ra's Al-Ghul's spell; every single word. I could remember the frightened faces of Gotham City's citizens as I destroyed their homes, their buildings...
Their lives.
Red put an arm around my shoulder. "The team is suffering, you know. They know you're depressed and lonely."
I clutched the bloody piece of glass I hid behind my back. "I'm not depressed. I'm just mad at myself."
"For three weeks?" he questioned.
A drop of blood rolled off my arm and splattered on the floor.
He looked at me suspiciously, and took my arm. I didn't even bother stopping him. He rolled up my sleeves, revealing the bloody word, "PERFECT" scratched into my arm.
"Oh my God..." he stared into my eyes, horrified.
I rolled them back down. "It didn't hurt as much," I said quickly. "It's hard to hurt myself nowadays."
"Jeannette, you've got to stop this," he ordered.
"I can't," I admitted. "It's become a routine. I could even do it in my sleep."
He squeezed my hand. "Please. For me?" he begged.
I glared at him. "Why should I? I don't even know your godforsaken name."
That seemed to cut it. He took off his mask, showing glowing green eyes, and pressed his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.
And though it lasted only five minutes, it felt like a light was shown upon my face. I couldn't think about anything else, only the fact that I needed him more anything.
"Jen--" he choked.
I loosened my grip, figuring he couldn't breathe.
"Roy," he said finally, after a few breaths.
"What?"
"Roy Harper," he continued. "That's my name."
"Roy." It seemed to fit him perfectly. "Nice name."
He smiled. "Now that we've had our first kiss, would you take a walk with me?"
I groaned. "Fine. But a short one. And I'll be wearing a disguise." I didn't want a mob chasing after the most hated hero in Gotham.
He laughed. "Whatever."
"Jenny?" called a male voice from behind the door.
"Go away, Chris," I moaned. I pressed my back against the door so he wouldn't try to open it.
"It's me." It was the voice I would recognize anywhere, even in the grave.
I was wondering how it would sound like down there. "What do you want?"
"Can you move away from the door?" Damn, he knew everything.
I sighed and crawled away from the door and leaned against the frame of Anna's bed.
Red Arrow came inside and closed the door behind him. "Jen, I can't bear to see you like this."
I rolled down my sleeves. "You mean, "I can't bear to see a person who almost destroyed an entire city", right?"
He rolled his eyes and sat down next to me. "I can help you, you just need to listen."
I closed my eyes. "No. I'm not going out there."
"Look, it wasn't your fault. You were possessed by Ra's Al-Ghul, remember?"
I cringed, remembering. "If I were a REAL superhero, I would've had the conscious to stop myself. I can't risk that again."
That night was so clear in my mind. I remembered Ra's Al-Ghul's spell; every single word. I could remember the frightened faces of Gotham City's citizens as I destroyed their homes, their buildings...
Their lives.
Red put an arm around my shoulder. "The team is suffering, you know. They know you're depressed and lonely."
I clutched the bloody piece of glass I hid behind my back. "I'm not depressed. I'm just mad at myself."
"For three weeks?" he questioned.
A drop of blood rolled off my arm and splattered on the floor.
He looked at me suspiciously, and took my arm. I didn't even bother stopping him. He rolled up my sleeves, revealing the bloody word, "PERFECT" scratched into my arm.
"Oh my God..." he stared into my eyes, horrified.
I rolled them back down. "It didn't hurt as much," I said quickly. "It's hard to hurt myself nowadays."
"Jeannette, you've got to stop this," he ordered.
"I can't," I admitted. "It's become a routine. I could even do it in my sleep."
He squeezed my hand. "Please. For me?" he begged.
I glared at him. "Why should I? I don't even know your godforsaken name."
That seemed to cut it. He took off his mask, showing glowing green eyes, and pressed his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.
And though it lasted only five minutes, it felt like a light was shown upon my face. I couldn't think about anything else, only the fact that I needed him more anything.
"Jen--" he choked.
I loosened my grip, figuring he couldn't breathe.
"Roy," he said finally, after a few breaths.
"What?"
"Roy Harper," he continued. "That's my name."
"Roy." It seemed to fit him perfectly. "Nice name."
He smiled. "Now that we've had our first kiss, would you take a walk with me?"
I groaned. "Fine. But a short one. And I'll be wearing a disguise." I didn't want a mob chasing after the most hated hero in Gotham.
He laughed. "Whatever."
Remember when I posted asking for 10 comments in 2 hours? That's how I picked the lineup for this. I couldn't decide who to put into it, so that was my strategy.
A team is a whole, parts of differences, secrets, and love.
Of brothers and sisters, two wings on a single dove.
There's the new gal, a sweet little kitten,
A crazy fireball, the brightest spirit, always sizzlin'.
The sharp shooter, aiming straight,
The mysterious goddess, rising against fate.
A wise lass, green thumbs for knowledge,
A sisterly leader, keeping an order all must acknowledge.
And one with a broken heart, yet the biggest one.
All a team, all a family. One in the same. True for all that come.
Can you guess who is which?
P.S. 66Dragons helped with this!
A team is a whole, parts of differences, secrets, and love.
Of brothers and sisters, two wings on a single dove.
There's the new gal, a sweet little kitten,
A crazy fireball, the brightest spirit, always sizzlin'.
The sharp shooter, aiming straight,
The mysterious goddess, rising against fate.
A wise lass, green thumbs for knowledge,
A sisterly leader, keeping an order all must acknowledge.
And one with a broken heart, yet the biggest one.
All a team, all a family. One in the same. True for all that come.
Can you guess who is which?
P.S. 66Dragons helped with this!
The car raced to the Mountains. Zinc had no idea where his 'Father' was taking him.
"Dad, where are we going?"
"Away, to keep you safe. You don't belong here" Replied the Death Spirit.
"What!? what about my twin Zoe, why aren't you taking her to be safe?!"
"She already is. In the eyes of the Spirits."
A cloud of thunder formed right behind the mountains. Echoing throughout the mountain air.
The Death Spirit made a left hand turn into a field of grass.
"Gnome. You'll be safe there". said the Death Spirit.
Blackness filled Zincs eyes, as he fell into a trance.
The Death Spirit had taken Zinc to a far away universe. He was held in a town called Gnome. No way there, no way out. Only by plane.
TBC TO FIND OUT ABOUT ZOE (ME) AND THE REMAINING SECRETS STAY TUNED......
"Dad, where are we going?"
"Away, to keep you safe. You don't belong here" Replied the Death Spirit.
"What!? what about my twin Zoe, why aren't you taking her to be safe?!"
"She already is. In the eyes of the Spirits."
A cloud of thunder formed right behind the mountains. Echoing throughout the mountain air.
The Death Spirit made a left hand turn into a field of grass.
"Gnome. You'll be safe there". said the Death Spirit.
Blackness filled Zincs eyes, as he fell into a trance.
The Death Spirit had taken Zinc to a far away universe. He was held in a town called Gnome. No way there, no way out. Only by plane.
TBC TO FIND OUT ABOUT ZOE (ME) AND THE REMAINING SECRETS STAY TUNED......