Alison Kyle, also known as Tamer, is the daughter of one of Gotham's most famous villains. She was raised by Bruce Wayne after a tragic event that happened, causing her to grow up in the vigilante world, fighting alongside Batman and Robin. Fast-for...
"You've got no place to hide And I'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside"
Monsters-Ruelle
Dick and I arrive at an abandoned looking building. Welp, this night's shaping up to get better and better. I am not getting paid enough for this... am I getting paid for this?! Dick steps out of the car, pausing to look back at me. I wave bye, no way I'm going in there.
He sighs, "This will go faster if you come." Aragh! Fucksake.
We approach the building and I pick the lock with ease. We enter seeing a man in a police uniform with a gun and flashlight. The man turns around and Dick quickly disarms him, then punches him a few times to knock him out. Finally, after like thirty punches later, he's out. Took him long enough, I could've done it faster. Just saying.
"Losing our touch are we?" I raise a brow. The guy falls into Dick's arms and he plops him on the ground before shooting me the 'not the time' look. He takes out his gun and we move forward. He kicks open a door yelling out Rachel's name.
"Scream so we know where to find you," I add, wanting to speed this up.
"Help! Help!" Rachel yells after a couple seconds. Finally. We take a moment trying to pin-point where it's coming from before silently agreeing she's upstairs.
"Rachel?" Dick repeats once we get to the next floor. Rachel screams suddenly become muffled. Oh great, whoever took her probably just gagged her. We spread out a little to cover more ground.
I quickly spot a door open. "Dick!" I get his attention. He runs over and we look inside the room to find Rachel tied to a chair.
As we take a step to go in the door slams shut knocking us backwards. Dick lands on his back and I, of course, have to land right on top of him.
"Wouldn't this just be blast in other circumstances," I mutter. He ignores me, putting his hands on my waist, which I go to slap off, before realizing he's picking us up.
He makes sure I'm steady before slowly releasing and hurrying back over to the door. "Rachel! Rachel! Rachel, open the door!" He yells, frantically trying the doorknob.
I bend down to pick it, but it doesn't budge. It's like something's holding it shut. The voice that I assume belongs to the kidnapper starts screaming before it turns muffled like hers did. What the hell is going on in there? Then it turns into a painful yell. I stand back up as a body slams into the door causing Dick and I to jump. We wait a minute before I try the door again. This time it works and the door creaks open.
We take a moment to scan the room. Rachel is unconscious and the man who took her is on the floor surrounded by black liquid. Gross. Before we can do or say anything, she gasps awake and starts hyperventilating. Dick rushes over to her, unlocking the handcuffs she's in, but I take my time making sure to not step in the black goo.
"What happened?" Dick asks her as I bend down to the level he's at in front of her.
"I don't know," She starts crying. I hold in my frustration since she's traumatized. She for real missed all of that? Dick and I turn to look back at the dead man having so many questions, but Rachel pulls us in for a hug before we can get a long look. "Please help me!" Dick hesitantly hugs back as I pull away.
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We get Rachel out of the building to Dick's car. He pops the trunk revealing my bike.
"These are yours?" Rachel asks us, looking shocked that I have a motorcycle and he has a Porsche.
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