The dark of night || a Batman OC fanfic

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I looked at Robins figure, looming outside of my window, staring at me. "What do you want?" I asked him, and hoped he hadn't seen me collect my items.

"I was wondering why you left this in the kitchen." He held up the feather that I leave when I'm going away, because I'll always come back for that feather.

I was in the body of the plane, meditating on the floor, the wind from the broken window pushing my hair away from my face. I heard a noise, and listened intently to hear it again. A bird, I opened my eyes from where I sat on the floor, and saw a fledgling, attempting to get back out of the plane through the window. I picked it up, and went to the window. I punched out the last bits of glass, and I looked at the small blue bird sitting in my hands, staring at me.
  
I held it out the window and it caught on the wind, flying back away from the plane carefully. I watched it go and went to look through the frame ahead when I saw the small, white, feather, ripped from the birds skin by the small amount of glass I could not retrieve. I took this feather and looked at it, so carefully formed and soft. I opened on of the containers on my utility belt that was empty and carefully slid it in. This was the one promise I would not break.

I walked up to Robin and carefully slid it out of his hands. "This is the one thing I would never leave and not come back for, it's my promise of return." I told the boy. He came into the sad excuse of a room, looking at all of its tattered walls and ripped furniture.

"I'd expect something a little bit better for an assassin." The boy wonder picked up the rug to see all of the dirt and dust lingering underneath. He looked at me and then let it go.

"I had to make do with what I had left from all of my work." I told him, not wanting to give away that I had been tracking the Batman's every move.

"Okay, do you at least know how to talk to regular people? Cause the team is a little bit worried." Robin asked. "And I was wondering if you wanted to move into the base full time."

I stopped and thought. Maybe I'd get closer to BatDad. And I'd definitely have a better vantage point and more viewing technology for watching him.

"Why not, this place is dirty anyways, not enough materials." I told him, not revealing my true plan.

Afterwards Robin helped me pack everything I had, which wasn't much, into my bag. He also tried to help carry it but I wouldn't let him, and when we got back I made myself at home. I aligned all of my clothes in perfect order, and changed the room to my liking, which meant that I basically tore everything apart and redid it.

After I was finished it looked like my old room, which made me a little sad inside, but whatever. It had bright candle light with a hardwood floor, and a built in hole for my mattress. I got rid of the television, and gave it to Garfield, and had  my dresser diagonal in the corner of the room. There was pale yellow bamboo print on the walls, and the occasional pair of eyes peeking through the stalks. There were two garden pots, one with the greenest long grass I could find and a small amount of bamboo sticking out and one with a miniature tree, two flower plants, and an overhanging ground cover with small leaves.

Suddenly a knock came from the door. "Dark, it is me, Aqualad, may I enter?" I heard my fellow teammate request.

"Yes, but do be of care." I blatantly replied and I saw him come in wide eyed at my 're-decorated' room.

He looked around the room until his eyes finally rested on me. "Robin has requested a team meeting, and it's about you." I heard him say to me with worry in his voice. "The team said that I should not have asked you to join us, but you are now a part of the team, and it seems wrong to leave you out of something that involves you." He told me, and I completely understood why people would be scared of me or intimidated by my choices.

I nodded, and grabbed my dagger.

When we landed on a grassland area I was severely confused until I looked around to see giant towering buildings and a consistent storm cloud overviewing the ultimatum. I looked to the driver, who had a expectant look in his face as he pushed his hand in my direction. I rolled my eyes and reached into my pocket for another fifty, handing him the small piece of plastic-like paper that meant so much in this world.