Children Of The Bat

Chapter 20: Who Knows?

Mary's P.O.V
23:00 EST

Well...this didn't go as planned.

I was in an abandoned factory that one of Red Hood's opposing gangs meet at. I was hanging upside down by chains bound around my ankles, and my arms tied behind my back.

I looked to my right at a man strapped to a metal table and a knife in his shoulder. He "helped" me get caught from his own stupid plan, that I didn't know about until we had to fight side-by-side.

"So...anymore bright ideas Nightwing?" I asked snidely, slowly spinning in a circle.

He scowled, "I could do without the sarcasm, Thank you, uh...wait, what did you say you were called?"

"I'm Batgirl," I jokingly growled in a "Batman voice".

"Uh huh," he sighed. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen," I grunted.

"Heroes just keep getting younger," he sighed and slowly shook his head.

When I circled around, being able to look at him straight on, I asked, "How old were you when you started?"

He groaned, "I was nine..."

I let out a light chuckle, "I was seven. I win!"

He gave me a lopsided smile, "So, how'd you get sucked into the hero game?"

"It's not a game!" I playfully snapped. "...and I'm Batman's granddaughter."

"What...?"

"You heard me," I said. I was facing away from him again.

He was quiet for a second.

Did he die from blood loss?

"Who're your parents?" He finally said.

"Beats me," I said. I started rotating in the opposite direction, "Okay!" I growled. "How do I stop spinning? Because I swear, I'm about to vomit!"

He ignored my ending statement, "How could you not know your parents?"

"I don't know!" I snapped. "Maybe they hated me!"

"Do you know their names?"

"No," I said, "and before you ask! No, I don't know what they look like. No, I don't know their hero aliases, if they have any."

"Oh..."

"Sorry to have broken any spirit you had," I said.

He gazed at me.

"What?" I asked getting annoyed.

"Nothing," he said looking away. "I'm sorry this happened."

"You're sorry about this?" I asked. "Please! This is every Thursday!"

I suddenly snapped my arms out from behind my back.

"Impressive," he laughed. "You've definitely got Batman's talents!"

"So do you," I said unfastening the chains around my ankles and dropping to the floor.

He lifted an eyebrow at me, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I know you freed yourself from the straps, like...ten? ...minutes ago," I mocked him.

He chuckled, "You got me." He slipped his hand out of the strap and yanked the knife out of his shoulder, "But I know you freed your arms the moment those guys hoisted you up there."

"What can I say? I'm not a fan of the 'Damsel in Distress' thing," I said.

"Sounds alot like the original Batgirl," he said smiling.