Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

t w e n t y 𐐪𐑂 f o u r

"How'd you get here?" He whispered looking at me and then around me checking for what I'm guessing the way in. I just shoved my self closer into him fearing i'd fall back for real now.

"Who cares, where are the cops" I pressured, now he was backing up near an open window. Soon the tint that hid the inside dog the warehouse disappeared as the window let me see inside. The bright lights near us could only lite the large supply box in rows. The very bottom was casted in dark shadows, I wouldn't haven known there were people in there if it wasn't for movement or for the sound of scared whimpering.

"Let's go" I felt Tim grab onto the upper part of my arm and try to get me to look away. I pulled my arm back as Tim who looked conflicted began to unclip from his belt what I think was a grappling hook.

"No", I began holding tightly onto the frame of the window and looking more carefully at the group of people. My eyes trailed from the row of blindfolded and gagged workers who had the warehouse companies logo on their shirts. Then my eyes scattered over to very large men, all in black and white suits, most with rough haircuts or others holding large guns I couldn't name.

"Let me help" I unconsciously retorted now looking at Tim who was looking up at the very top of pyramid like rooftop. Tim was standing, very well despite the tiny bit of ledge we were supported on. A little too close for comfort but I understood why.

Small pops erupted beneath us inside the warehouse, I looked into the building as much as I could to see gas grow from the ground and up into the air.

"I've spotted him" Someone besides Tim spoke. The ledge rattled slightly as the sound of heavy heavy footsteps began closing into us. I stayed duck behind Tim's legs, still trying to check out the place.

"Give me a minute" Tim uttered leaving his hand from the grappling hook to a small bat shaped weapon who's edges were very sharpened by the way I could see the thinking outlines. Suddenly, Tim's body leapt inside the opened window. I rushed to look inside to see wheee he went only to realize he was right beneath me, ducked on a balcony that wrapped around the top of the building.

"Woah, what do you think you're doing?" Hissed rather quietly the person who just liek Tim grabbed onto my arm. I stuck my legs in the window and saw Nightwing with his eyes brows furrowed into his mask.

"Helping a friend" I grunted throwing myself off the window still and now squatting next to Tim.

"She's hard to get rid off" Whined Tim as Nightwing entered the building with us, throwing glares at Tim.

"Damn right" I mumbled nearing myself closer to Tim who was inspecting very closely a bundle of dynamite he must have hidden up here.

"We're going home, now" Nightwing stated, pulling me away from Tim's direction, the smoke was now starting to spread up here. Many henchmen I could see began to run around.

"Don't touch me" I rose my voice feeling him wrap a tight grip on my wrist, not to mention how he was quick to place a hand on the lower part of my back. Of course I was now standing in front of him, the moons position had rotated and now was letting its rays of light enter the window.

I was about to turn back to Tim who called for me but as I slowly rotated my body, I caught guard of a birthmark that landed right on the end of lips that were in a tight line. Dick flashed through my mind, bearing a similar birthmark to Nightwing.

"Tim, aren't the cops suppose to be here" I reminded myself as to why I was here in the first place.

"They'll get here too late," Tim responded with his hands being tied on working with the bomb he held. I saw him open the top portion of a timer, it's wiring being fully exposed.