nice ninja are a thing?

Shit happens

Red Robin was right behind her. If she could just- fack! She tripped, cursing under her breath as she scrambed up right, breaking into a sprint.

"I just wanna talk!" "You facking put a threatening note in my locker! I highly doubt you wanna talk!" Anelle yelled back, panting as she jumped a gap between roofs.

The vigilante had been chasin her for ten minutes now. Did he never get tired?! Did he have some sort of weird powers that helped him keep up?!

Red Robin cursed, grabbing his graple hook. "Just give me a second to explain! I swear, i doing it in the best interest of Gotham!"

Anelle scowled underneath her hood. She wished she could use her powers right now, became an insect and just dissapear. But no, she can't! Because of their facking cover!

"Why should i trust you?!" Where were the others? She had called for back up, where were they? "Hey, uhm, Grey, we're kinda in a twist here. We got the bat clan after us. Goodluck."

What the fack? He got the entire fucking bat clan on their asses?! "Copy." Lloyd had gone with somebody else this patrol, leaving her alone.

So she really was on her own. Great. Nice. Kapiche. Perfect. Geweldig. She jumped again, tucking into a roll to absorb most the impact.

She ducked behind some conviniently placed boxes on the roof. Why was it quiet? She didn't hear Red Robin, or anything else for that mater. Where was he?

"Got you." Anelle looked up, startled. She cursed. How the fack had Red Robin snuck up on her? Her of all people!

The vigilante in queston grinned, he'd succesfully cornered her and she did not like it. At all. "What?" She did not want to be here, but she had no choice. 

"Just wanted to ask how the investigation was doing, Nelle." "Do not call me that." She hissed, swating away the hand he offered her. Facking bitch.

"Woah, oke, spicy. Got it." He put his hands in the air, backing up a little. "So, how is everybody doing?" "We're doing fine, no thanks to you and your family."

Anelle grinned. Tim hadn't been the only one who figured out who the other wase. Far from it, even. The only real mystery was Red Hood, but she'd get there.

"Though, i have to wonder, how come the one and only Brucie Wayne, Gotham's most adored billionare, is Batman. Feels a bit wrong, no? I mean, he's such an innocent human being! Or is it all a mask? I wonder."

If Anelle knew one thing, it's that when you hit, you hit hard. And you definetilly don't miss mark. And she just hit a bullseye, seeing how Tim froze.

"How?" "You were the only one apart from Lloyd who knew my locker combination, seeing i changed it as soon as i could. And sure, you could've hacked into the schoolsystem, but how would you have gotten the time to go to my locker? The only sensible time would've been after PE, and Lloyd told me you were done before him. The pieces were right infront of me, Tim."

She was grinning underneath her mask the entire time, dangerously sharp canines revaled. But Tim didn't know this, no. He was to busy cursing at himself for making it so obvious who he was.

"So, still planning on blackmailing us?" "No." He grumbled, crossing his arms. This was not apart of his equation what so ever.

Anelle chuckled, crossing her arms. She could play his game, and most likely win. The streets of Gotham were never kind, and she had to do something to survive.

A little manipulation never hurt anybody, right? "Now what are you gonna do? Your only trumpcard has been outmached, and you also seem to have a mole in your mids."