so what if there's to much people in the bat family? it makes every story great. The never ending of bats
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096 POV.
I wake up abrutly, drenched in sweat. huffing to catch some air. I shut my eyes knowing it was just a dream. A nightmare. A past. I rub my eyes with my clammy and sweaty hands as I unstick the clothes off my skin making a disgusted face and a sound rolling off my tongue.
I get off from the dull small bed making my feet hit the cold floor. I go to the small cornor only taking three steps. That's how wide my room is, only three steps across and five steps down.
I sigh. I need to get out of here. I reach for my small bar soap. you know the one you see when you walk into a hotel and you see the mini bar soap that smells like vomit. unfornately I get to smell like vomit. so does the others. I don't really talk much to the others because they don't know how to speak any of my languages. which are Dutch, Russian, Creole, and English.
I mostly like to speak Dutch though. Basically because I live with a Dutch family my whole life in England. weird mix I know. long story too. anyways I grab one of the dull sheets and also a toothbrush that's in a small sand which bag. I knock on the white door to reveal pair of brown cold dull eyes on the small window. I look up to face them.
"let me out I wanna shower"
sometimes, I have to talk English.
" it's three in the morning kid"
"so?"
"so were tired here"
I scoff.
"I need to shower"
"I need to sleep now back to bed kid before I taz yah"
"no you need a vocabulary book" I mumble to myself as I turn around clenching my bar soap.
"what did yah say?" the angry bodyguard voice boom
"nothing" as I roll my eyes. dropping everything I have and plop myself on the bed
wide awake is what I am and I only not gotten even three hours worth of sleep. how could everyone else be asleep? when there in this hell hole.
I get up now sitting on the stiff bed. Not even made my body slump. imprinted the bed knowing someone slept here. That's how stiff it is. I take out the silver necklace my mother gave me before everything. Before I was separated from them. I remember it like it just happen yesterday. Slowly closing my eyes.
The only sound now was my breathing. inhaling and exhaling. I slowly open my eyes to read my name in Arabic. I curve a small smile on my cherry pale lips. Being refreshed by the memories. The good old days. Suddenly the round silver pendant started to glow blue and slowly the blue was drawing upwards out of the pendant. Amazed at how my pendant form itself a hologram map. I studied it in amazement.
I arched an eyebrow at the red light flashing across the sea at the Far East side. I slide the map downwards as it move to where I wanted it to go and it stop on the red flashing light. It was on top of a city.
"Gotham?" I whisper. Suddenly hearing the door unlocking and I gasp quietly and quickly put my necklace under my shirt to hide the glowing. The door revealed open to see one of the guards looking annoyed as ever.
I arch an eyebrow again not bothered to speak English. It's so boring.
"wat ben je aan het doen"-Translate-"What are you doing"
"Come on let's go shower" he says annoyed not waiting he starts walking
I grab my stuff and put the door, noticing a tazzer on the floor from probably where he was sleeping and it fell from his back pocket I quickly pick it up but never let my eyes on the bodyguards back. Hoping he won't turn around I tuck the tazzer under my towel quickly and rush quickly to match his speed of steps leading me to the bathrooms.
YOU ARE READING
THE DEFINITION OF GOTHAM
Fantasía"Definition of Gotham?" the dark knight scoffs I slowly nod my head "it's a city. It's a home filled with hate, it's a mess and a city to not walk alone in the streets at night and not leave your children by themselves by day, its toxic, sickening...
