Strangers

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A night like all the others in Gotham. Just a quiet, a lot more quiet. Suddenly shout guns can be hear in the distance.
-"Babarba shoutguns were reported to Burnley Freight yards, can you go and chack it out ?"
-"I'm on it"
Batgirl storms right away there, only to find three dead bodies of some drug traffickers. She takes a closer look.
-" The all three were killed from a bullet in their chests... in the exact spot..the bullets were shout from automatics handguns"
She looks around to find any other evidence, by looking up she sees a shadow finger looking directly to her.
-"Hey! You!!"
She shouts, but that he turn his back and start running, making her chase after him.
They climb up in a rooftop and Batgirl throws him a batarng hitting his leg making him slow down.
-" Who are you?
-"If i wanted you to know i wouldn't wear a helmet now would i ?
Batgirl attacks him, but he dodges all her punches and kicks.
-" You are good."
-" Not as you Babs."
-Wa-wait...how do y-"
-" How i know your name ? I know a lot about you, and the "family"."
-"Have we ever met?"
-" Don't tell me you don't remember me?"
-" Do i look like i remember you?"
The weird man laughs.
-"Hahaha...if you only knew.."
-" Tell me then! Who are you ? How do you know my name ?!"
-" No..no, this is something you will have to distover yourself"
-"That's it! No more games! You will come with me!"
-"Hahaha... i don't think so"
-"Don't laugh! That's not funny! You killed three people!"
-"What makes you belive i killed them?"
She points at the guns he has in the sides of his pants.
-"Okay, i admit that.."
Batgirl runs towards him and he knocks her out.
-"I'm sorry Babs.. but you didn't left me other choice.."
He looked at her while she was unconscious in the floor.
-"Well.. i can't leave you here.."
THE NEXT DAY...
-"Mmmm..what time is it..?"
Barbara opens her eyes, she has a headache from last night.
-"aww..my head..what happened last night..?"
Her eyes goes wide.
-"O my God...I was..and.."
She checks her phone.
Messege : From Dick Grayson
"Are you ok?"
"Barb..?"
"Text me."
"I'm really woried."
-"If it wasn't Dick..Who did..Him...But where does he knows where i live!?"
Barbara looks under her sheets. She wears pajamas
-"That means...Bastard!"
TO BE CONTINUED...

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