DC - Lucia Ace quinzelㅣAnd Damian wayneㅣ(All seasons together)

- Chapter 11 -

- Lucia's POV _

Ah, Finally.

"You are late." I shout, spinning around at the corner.

6 pm plus 5 minutes.

"Well I'm sorry, than." But the one who answered is not a face I expected.

I mean, not one of the faces.

"Oh." I bite my lips and smile a little.

"No, you don't have to be sorry. I was waiting for other person." The masked guy with blue and black costume chuckles a little. "I think we are the people you are waiting for."

We?

Before I can ask, I can feel something landing behind me so I pull out a gun, aiming at it.

"Whoa- stop, stop." Young woman wearing a purple costume raises her hands and shouts.

"Spoile-" I begin to say but soon recognize her hair is red.

"Bat girl!" I shout.

"You are that famous Bat girl right? Red hair! Finally. I met two more bat girls yesterday. Nice to meet you." I say, waving my hand, still holding the gun.

I look around and found out I'm holding it, so I quickly put them back inside my pocket.

I think I'm getting this situation, even if it's only part of it. Of course, other Batman family members would have wanted to see me. The killer girl who Batman choose... pretty dramatic, I admit.

"Yea, Batman told us about you. Welcome to Batman family." Woman smiles brightly and I smile back a little.

No.

Please don't smile at me.

It feels like the guilt in my heart has become a thorn and pricks my entire body.

The feeling that I am sinking somewhere and drowning does not go away.

Where am I sinking? Into my guilt?

Sinking?

For a moment, it feels like my entire vision turns white.

The sight of me sinking at that moment when I fell on Ace Chemical vividly pierces my mind, and I pause for a moment.

Memories of what happened back then fill my head.

A terrible flashback filled with all kinds of bad memories.

And why I crawled out of that white hell again, why I decided to stay alive.

Batgirl's head tilts slightly to the side.

Maybe I frowned a little.

I smile again.

I can never fail.

Because this is a 'performance' that risks my life.

"Luna?" I can hear the other boy's voice so I look back, still smiling.

Pulling my mouse each end up.

Like I always did when something goes wrong or when I break down.

Keeping my head up, wear a smile mask.

"Oh-" I say lightly.

This time, I can see a guy with a yellow costume and a girl with... how am I suppose describe this? Maybe like cyberpunk style?

Sudden enlightenment, but I figure out that every out-of-normal guys, whether the one is hero or villain, they have their concept. I'm thinking... maybe, if you became insane in good way, you become hero and if you became insane in bad ways, like my father, you became villain.