batarang ☜ dick greyson

02 | FINDING THE GIRL.

- 02 -
FINDING THE GIRL;

   "Open the damn door, girl, or I'll break your hand again! I had a rough day, so there better be food waiting for me!" The banging rang out painfully loud from the apartment door. The man from before stood on the other side, his fist clenched in furious rage.

   And yet, the door did not open.

   He chuckled, "Are ya dead yet, girl? Thank God, lets hope so!"

   No answer.

   The man sighed. "Now this is just annoying."

   Rolling his eyes, he backed away from the front door, then, with a swift, hard kick and a bang, opened the door and entered into the living room as dust spread throughout it.

   The room fell quiet.

   "Where are ya, witch?!" He cried as he stormed the room with feet shaking the floor and walls.

   He approached the center of the room and began searched frantically. Under tables, behind curtains, in corners, and even under the sofa seats.

   "Come out, come out wherever you are~."

   Suddenly, a faint whimper came from one of the coat closest in the main bedroom. The man quickly stopped his search and crept into the bedroom, towards the closest. With ever step he took harsh breathes of air could be heard from inside.

  Now, with only an arm length away, he reached for the closet handle, quickly opened the door, and glared disgustingly at what was in front of him.

   Inside it was nothing more than a few dirty coats, umbrellas, shoes, clothing, and a teenage girl sitting in the corner of the closet; her ankles crossed and her arms blocking her face.

   "There you are, you little whore!" The man reached out for the girl's head, forcefully pulled her hair, and dragged her out from the closet. He lifted her from the ground, leveling his eyes with hers. "What did I say about hiding from me when I get home?!"

   The girl fell deadly quiet. She didn't move; didn't speak. She just stared back, terrified.

   "WHAT DID I SAY?!"

   She cried, "You said that I could be trying to escape, or trying to hurt you!" She gasped loudly as tears brimmed her eyes. "I'm sorry!"

   "Tsk," The man replied. "Ya damn right you are."

   As if treating her like trash, he dragged the girl closer to the living room, brick, apartment wall and throw her against it. She hit it full force and fell just the same.

   "Now, you listen here, ya witch," He pointed a finger at the girl, similar to that of the cop. "You are gonna make me dinner right now, or I swear to God, I will personally throw you off the Gotham City port with bricks tied to your ankles and wrist!" He lowered his hand and continued on, "Are we clear?"

   The girl immediately nodded and rises her arms in defense.

   "Mhm, good. Now, go make me a sandwich."