The Robin I needed

The Secret Client

Demona's POV:
After school I usually go to the dojo to let off some steam and anger. I walk in to see an older man around the age of 60 meditating in the middle of the floor.

"Good afternoon Sensei Cho." I bowed trying not to show my bruised face.

"You are sore and beaten. For what happened to you, my child?" He said with his eyes still closed.

I look down at him, "I need more training. Can I use the back room?"

"Yes. Oh and also you have a new client. He's waiting for you in the back." Sensei said breathing slowly.

I walk into the back to see no one there. "Great... No one is here." I look down at my bruised knuckles and wrap my hands up in cloth. I pull the punching bag from the side of the wall and hook it to the ceiling. I set up my hands in fighting position and begin to punch and kick the bag. I felt as if someone or something was watching me, but I kept training.

Suddenly something was thrown at me and just grazed my face leaving a small cut. I turned in the direction from where it came and saw something shining in the dim light. I slowly walked toward it and they were thrown at me. I dodged every single one and picked one up.

"A playing card with a joker on it."

"Hehehe... Hello my dear. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just here to see if you were interested in a job." A creepy voice said from the shadows.

"Come out of the shadows then we'll talk." A man with bleached skin, green messy hair, stretched red mouth, and a purple suit came out.

"You're the Joker! Why do you seek my help?" I continued to punch the bag trying to avoid his crazy bloodshot eyes.

"I need you to get rid of someone and this someone works for someone I hate. They will be tricky to find tho."

"Who is it?" I stop and adjust the cloth wrapped around my hands.

"Robin, the Batman's sidekick is who I want you to kill." He said laughing uncontrollably.

"He has done nothing wrong and I don't kill people whose hands aren't bloody and use their live to get rid of creeps like you off the street." I was getting angry and clenching my fists so they turned bright red.

"Well... In was willing to give you enough money to get you your own house so you don't have to live with your so called 'parents'. But I mean if you don't want it I guess I'm going to have to kill you." He said holding out a deck of deadly playing card.

I hesitantly move back and think about what he said not living with the jerks who abuse me. "Wait... I'll do it, but I want $500,000 for this job before I do it and $500,000 when the job is done."

"Oh goody! I'm so happy you decided to work with me. Now we shall shake hands to seal the deal." The Joker put out his hand. I put up my guard just in case and shook hands.

Joker's POV:
"What a stupid girl. She will get what's coming to her after she kills Batman's kid, Robin." I thought laughing