Go Away (#TheWattys2015)

Chapter 31: Batwoman and Robina, back in business

I wasn't the same for about a week. All I thought about was Zack. I would touch my face and feel cold when I didn't feel his hands. I hugged myself around my waist a few times, but it never felt the same. I needed him. I didn't know being loved was so blissful, and now I was addicted. It was like being in rehab. I stayed in my room after school almost every day. I couldn't bring myself to eat for three days, and when I finally did, it felt wrong. My mom wasn't there to smile and fling whatever we were eating at me when I poked at my food. She wasn't there to tease me with the airplane thing she did when I was a baby, or poke my cheeks when I filled them up with water or juice. It felt too quiet in my house. I hated it. My moms laughter and cheerful spirit rang loudly in my head but...I couldn't see her! She's wasn't here, why? BECAUSE I COULDN'T SAVE HER. The thought exploded loudly in my head and anger started to boil up inside of me. I threw away my plate of waffles and watched in shock as it shattered into bits and pieces against the wall. I fell off of my chair and curled up into a ball under the kitchen table. I stared at the shattered plate 3 feet in front of me and tears started to build up in my eyes. My family is breaking, I thought. Dad, now mom, and Zack... I lost it. I screamed and let the tears flow down my face. I screamed until my throat hurt, then I screamed some more. "No. No, no, no, no, no, MOMMY!!" I cried out at the top of my lungs. Help! Please! Someone, anyone, I just need a damn hug! My hands shook furiously at my sides and I shoved them through my hair. I was going crazy. I could feel it. Then she came. My hero. Tasha kicked open my front door and shoved aside the kitchen table, wrapping her arms around me.
"Dammit Daija! You said... this entire week you said, you were fine. Fine! You call this fine!? Ugh you don't have a damned clue what fine means." She looked into my eyes and I stared into hers, pleading for forgiveness. Seeking help. After about 4 seconds she crumbled. "You're so lucky I love you, you adorable idiot." I laughed and cried into her shoulder. Tasha was always here. She stayed there with me and I forgot for how long. Maybe an hour, but it felt like seconds. She cleaned up the mess I made and I watched silently in a trance, unsure how to move or speak. When she was done she kneeled in front of me and did something she had only done once in my entire life. She slapped me as hard as she could. I gripped the side of my face and stared at her in shock as tears were forced out if my eyes. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard.
"Wake up Daija! Look at you! You're not okay. Your mom is out there with a monster who also has Crystal, Zack, and my mom, and you're sitting here like a sad little lost puppy. Well listen here, would Zack sit around waiting for someone else to save you if the tables turned?" I couldn't find my voice and I wasn't sure how to move. My eyes wandered away from her angry, watery brown eyes and I found myself slowly sinking back into the hopeless world she was trying to pull me out of.
"HEY!" She bellowed in my face. I snapped out of it and blinked a few times. "Would our moms sit around and cry if we were kidnapped?" I shook my head, finally able to move. "Exactly! So what are we waiting for? Get up and come kick some ugly monster butt with me!" I stared at her, unsure of what to say or how to respond, or how to thank her. She sighed and wiped her eyes furiously. I hadn't noticed the tears on her cheeks. "Daija please say something. Come on, I can't do this without you. You're my best friend. We're a team remember?" I sniffed and looked away from her. Her eyes were so full of pain, I couldn't stand it any longer. I was hurting my best friend, and all I could do was stare at the ground. But then she did something that brought me back to reality. She held her fist out to me and said: "Remember what we always pretended to be as kids? Not princesses or queens, but...?" A smile tugged at my lips and I sniffed again as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Batwoman and Robina?" I croaked.
"Damn right! And those are the only two who can help save our parents and friends right now. So what do we always do when getting ready to fight crime?" I searched in my memory for a while, then it hit me.

*flashback*
I was 5 years old, playing on the monkey bars until something went wrong.
I fell off of the monkey bars and flipped onto my face. My lip popped and started bleeding. There was blood in my mouth, on the ground, it seemed to be everywhere. My hands were scrapped up and my knees bled through my jeans. I burst into tears and laid there on the ground, crying and screaming. My mom ran over but someone stepped in front of her and said:
"Don't worry momma bear, Tasha got this one." I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes, so I stared at her pink sketchers and put my hands over my head, trying to hide myself out of embarrassment. "Hey! Don't do that silly. Batwoman doesn't cover herself and cry. Batwoman gets up and kicks butt with Robina. You know what they do don't you? They get up, suit up, and...? Don't leave me hanging Daija." I smiled through the blood in my mouth, ignored the pain that spread through my face, hands, and knees as I stood up. I wiped my lips with the back of my fist and we gave each other a thumbs up at the same time.
"And we shut up the bad guys!" We said in unison. She hugged me and when the pain came back in a giant wave and I started crying, she wrapped her arm around me and took me over to where my mom had out her first aid kit while telling me stories of the adventures we would have together in her high pitched, over enthusiastic voice. She always made me feel better.
*end*

My smile widened and I wiped my face. I connected my fist with hers and said:
"We get up, suit up, and-"
"Shut up the bad guys!" we said together. I fought back tears of joy as I hugged her tight.
"Always good to have you back fam," Tasha whispered in my ear. I laughed and patted her back.
"Don't get too soft on me."
"Oh shut up!" I laughed and she helped me stand up. I took a shower and we ordered a pizza, then got to work.

The amount of weapons we assembled together scared me a bit but it was awesome. We couldn't carry all of them so in the end we took only a little bit of our dads' weapons and army gear and suited up. I had on my dads knife belt with combat boots, a black t-shirt and camo pants. Tasha decided to match me and she smeared black eye shadow on our cheeks. We looked pretty B.A to be perfectly honest. I grabbed the pistol my dad gave me when I turned 7 and Tasha found her dads Desert Eagle in her basement and stuck with that. We put silencers on them and got ready to move. When we got into my moms car Tasha pulled out a list she made and had me check the back seats for everything.
"Walkie talkies?"
"Check."
"Guns on safety?"
"Check."
"Pepper spray?"
"Yup."
"Lighter with matches and gasoline?"
"You know it."
"Great! I think we're all set." I started my moms car and got ready to pull out of the driveway, but Tasha stopped me.
"Wait a sec, I've always wanted to do this-"
She pulled out a megaphone from behind her and rolled down her window.
"Dude it is 8:30, we are in a child friendly neighborhood don't you dare yell into that thing."
"C'mon please? You don't even like the kids here." I shrugged.
"True. Whatever just don't fall out of the car." She cheered and stuck half of her body out of the window and turned on the megaphone. I started driving down the street and before we could exit area, I heard Tasha's overly excited voice doing a terrible impression of Optimus Prime echoing through the neighborhood.
"AUTOBOTS, ROLL OUT!" With one hand on the wheel I grabbed her with my other hand and tugged her down back into her seat.
"Put your damn seatbelt on you nerd." She giggled and threw the megaphone in the backseat as she put on her seatbelt. She continued giggling and it almost got to me.
"Come on Daija, you know you liked it-"
"No."
"Cooomeeee ooooon." I forced down my laugh. "Daiiijaaaa. You know you love it when I do the Optimus Prime voice." It was sad because I did.
"Dammit-" I busted out laughing and Tasha laughed with me.
"HA! GOT EEEM!" She cackled.
I thumped my head against the steering wheel and sighed. She was crazy, but I loved her that way.

A/N: I know this chapter wasn't all that great but the action is coming up next so stay tuned!