MANOR. B. LOCKET.

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I might be using ASL gloss for this. Gloss is the written form of sign language. You will find it confusing. I am just going to stick to the rule all caps and ignore the sentence structure for this. I will also bold the sign.

Italics are thoughts.

for some reason Wattpad is deleting my quote marks. I am trying to fix it but i probably won't catch everyone.

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Abigail

Damian insisted that I stay home due to a run in with Scarecrow a few nights ago. The images that were left most people are scared of spiders, sharks, etc. Not me. I saw him. And him forcing me to kill everyone I cared about. I was starting to come back around. Daniel was out of town with Rose for the rest of the month. Damian knew what I saw, I only told him and Jason.

January, and there is about 2 feet of snow outside, but snow doesn't stop our family from patrolling. Dick was in Bludhaven, Tim was patrolling in the outskirts of the city. Jason, I was not entirely sure what part of the city he was in, but I wasn't too worried. Steph and Cass are out of the country. Duke was helping at the docks. Damian was patrolling the main city, while I was stuck with Alfred and Bruce in the manor, Alfred got sick last week so he is currently bedridden. I was waiting for Daniel's daily call. He calls to make sure I am alright. I love him for that because it also lets me know he is ok. He panicked when I couldn't call because of the Scarecrow gas, but Damian explained the situation to him and eventually calmed down. Both Damian and Daniel agreed in I needed to take it easy for a while. I understand their concern, but I was starting to get 'cabin fever' Tim called it. I am not sure what that means. All I know is that I wanted to get something done. I was seeing what medical equipment I needed, when I got a call.

"Daniel!"

The voice wasnt Daniel though it was Bruce. "Library, come."

Odd, I had never spent any time alone with Bruce. Out of the family he was the only person who intimated me. Well to be honest only three people have really intimidated/ scared me, him, Slade, and Bruce. I went down to the library, confused. I was only in a baggy pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt (I stole it from Jason), as the manor was warm. The fire was blazing, heat washed over me. He was standing there in front of the fire, a bottle in his hand, staring at the flames.

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Jason

I was patrolling in the worse part of the city, where your gang lords hang out. It was cold, there is a blizzard coming in tonight, the winds are already picking up. I decided that three in the morning was fine for tonight to stay out. I started to head home when I saw a curled body of a girl in an alley. In Crime Alley, the literal definition of my turf. I approached her cautiously not knowing if she was alive. It was a young girl, in a torn T-shirt and baggy sweats pants. No shoes, no coat, nothing to keep her warm. Her left arm was at an odd angle, and so was her right leg. Blood encircled the snow around her, and there was a trail of blood leading into the alley. She crawled here. She had long dark hair, it looked like a streak of white was there, but it could just be snow. She was shivering, so I placed my hand on her shoulder. She jumped and looked at me. It was Abby. Her deep blue eyes were bloodshot.

"H-he-help." She muttered. I was stunned. She wasn't supposed to be out tonight, but even if she did go patrolling why wasn't she in her uniform? She was bleeding from her head, and probably had hypothermia. After a moment of shock, I came back to my senses.

I took my jacket off, wrapping her in it, then I picked up her, she groaned and tried to curl into my chest. Leaving her right leg at an odd angle, I started to make my way to my car. Thank goodness I decided to use my car tonight, and it was only a block over.