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Nine || What Do When Kidnapped By Batman

I KNOW ANOTHER ONE BUT I JUST WANT TO WARN YOU

Okay so I hope this won't be a problem, but I've been...you know, living life. And as I've been living life I have realized that fourteen year olds and up swear. More than they should, but they stilll do.

So, to maintain accuracy, (especially since Jensen is the kind of person who swears proficiently) I will be rating this book like, PG13? or something to that effect, and including some curses and all that jazz.

So this doesn't mean I'm going to be throwing profanities around like confetti. No, I prefer to use large words instead, because they make me sound smart. (Although I curse a lot. Like, a lot a lot)

I just wanted to warn you, but seriously, I'm pretty sure everyone has heard damn and hell in their lives, and it's not that big of a deal. I'm making this a whole lot more dramatic than it needs to be but I just don't want anyone freaking out on me.

So we cool?

Okay! Happier stuff now! Dedication goes to kashikamanhas, because I appreciate the motivation to keep writing! You guys are so great and awesome and yeah...you all are just supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Here's your chapter!

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What does a person do when violently slammed into and lifted up to the sky by something with the body mass of lead?

For Jensen it was to swear until the air got too thin and he had to focus on breathing.

He was unceremoniously dumped into the snow a few minutes later. Jensen rolled a few times, barely suppressing a gasp of shock as ice went down his neck. As soon as his vision cleared, he scrambled to his feet.

"What the hell?" The snarl was ruined as he swayed unsteadily.

"Where did Izila go?" A rough voice demanded.

Jensen whipped around to face the owner. Blue eyes as cold as the snow on the ground were boring into him. Jensen's lip lost its angered sneer as the tall boy stepped forward.

His hair was thrown from the wind, so black that Jensen got lost trying to chase the blue reflections every time it caught the light. The boy's face was almost white, but not in a sickly way. He looked like the complete opposite of Jensen, who still had his tan and dreaded freckles spattered across his nose.

Jensen stepped back as the boy advanced. He wasn't very big - he had more of a lean frame - so the imposing form of the stranger was intimidating.

It became especially so when he unfurled a pair of wings.

They were about fourteen feet across, and jet black, except for a speckling of white at the upper parts, where each wing folded.

"Am I dead?" Jensen asked after silently opening and closing his mouth a few times.

"You will be if you don't cooperate." The boy - bird? - hybrid growled.

"Easy Batman," Jensen said, as usual not considering whether his words would get him in trouble. Or in this case annihilated.

Instead of decking him, the boy blinked his striking eyes and frowned. "What is...Batman?"

Jensen stared. "You've never heard of Batman?"

"No."

Jensen let out a sharp laugh, one that echoed through the air.

"What are you -?" The boy's temper flared, and he returned to his angry state. "Where is Izila?" He demanded.