A New Beginning- a MariJon story

Ch. 42

Mari's Pov

It wasn't fair. It wasn't. First, all of my so-called 'friends' ditched for some fire breathing liar. Then, I was kicked out of my home and sent to my biological father, who turned out to be  a total poopy head, and then my best friend, my partner, my equal, my family in everything but but blood died. And now I not only am I going to have to deal with the people who did it, I'm going to have to spend almost everyday with them and help them. I hate Bruce. I hate him. I hate him. How he could do something so disgusting and cruel is beyond me. I' was almost sad that i pulled Jason off of him. Maybe he could have taught Bruce a lesson or two.

I turned the corner of a building, only to run into a street full of people. I did not want anyone to see me cry, so I ducked into the first alleyway I saw and hid in the shadows. 

I slid down the wall, crying so hard I almost threw up. I don't know how long I sat there, but by the time I looked up the sun had set and the streets were deserted.

Gotham took on a different feeling at night. I thought it had been dark and depressing during the day, but this was a whole other level. Not to mention the feeling of evil that seeped through the streets. Every bone in my body was screaming 'GET OUT NOW!', but I had no where to go. 

Why am I such an idiot. I had left the manor to run, through the most dangerous city in the world, without paying attention to where I was headed. I had virtually no friends, other than Jon and Rachel, who I could go to. Plus, I din't even know where Rachel lived, and literally had just gone to Jon's house for the first time today. 

But maybe I could figure out how to get there from memory. Maybe. I think he lived north. 

I started down the road, making sure to check the shadows for any creepo's that may or may not be hiding in them. It wasn't long before I felt like someone was watching me. I tried to discreetly look over my shoulder, but I could see know one. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. 

Ooooor maybe I'm not. I tensed up as the street begins to fill with fog. I hadn't ever seen fog before, but something told me this stuff was not natural. 

"Ol' Bruce let the newest Wayne wonder all by herself? Never thought that'd happen. You either realllllly wanted to die, or you must be a special kind of stupid to be wonderin out here at night just after being claimed as a Wayne."

"Tikki, Spots on! Tikki? Tikk- hey let go." The man grabbed my wrist and started to drag me, so naturally I kneed him in the balls. The man yelped and threw me into the wall, which hurt way more when I was out of suit. I moaned as I sat up, my vision spotted and blurry.  I had a concussion for sure. 

He dropped to the ground in front of me and I finally got a clear view of his face. His face was covered in white, with red around the mouth and too much eyeliner around the eyes. His hair was the ugliest shade of green I had ever seen. 

"She's not going to come easily. Why don't you come on over here and we can see what the little Wayne is afraid of." 

A second man, whose face was covered by a paper bag, walked over with a handful of...something. He blew dust into my face and suddenly- everything was gone

A/N- I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!!!! It took me  forever to figure out what I needed to have happen next. Thank you so much for sticking with me!!!