Tsunade, The Healer of Superheroes (Naruto X YJ)

Chapter 2: Meeting the Drinker

Batman and I arrived at a pretty impressive house by normal standards. If it were by our standards, this house was nothing special. We pressed the doorbell and waited. 15 seconds later, the door opened and the person who opened it was the little girl who saved my life.

When she looked at us, or specifically, me, her eyes widened a little before returning to its original shape.

I've got to admit, she's pretty good at hiding her emotions. "Is there something you need? My parents aren't here, if you're looking for them." She said calmly, playing dumb.

I smirked because I knew there was no use in playing dumb. "No, we're not looking for your parents. We are here for you. Don't try and deny you saved my life. The security cameras caught you." She frowned in frustration.

Tsunade's POV
One of the many things I hate about this world. Security cameras.

It's so hard to sense them because they're just metals and wires. You don't have the feeling of being watched like you do when an actual person is looking at you.

Oliver's POV
She took a deep breath. "So, why have you come to see me? Got another injury?"

I shook my head. "Nah. I don't need you to steal another blood bag for me." She flinched and turned towards us.

"So you know about that." She quietly confirmed to herself, looking away. Bruce nodded in confirmation.

"Yes, and I would like to ask, how did you know his blood type?" He asks dangerously low.

She glanced back with a smirk. "I can always tell someone's blood type. Like for example..." she walked over to Bruce and put a hand on his stomach.

He flinched, forcefully removed her hand off of him, and glared at her. She only smirked back. "Your blood type is AB+." She confidently stated.

We both stood there, shocked. Bruce then walked over to her and put his face right in front of hers. "How did you know?" He snarled.

Batman really hates it when someone finds any kind of information on him that could lead to his identity.

She turned around and flipped her hair. I admit, I was impressed with her guts to just flip off Batsy. "Like I said, I can always tell."

I decided to speak up and ask the question that's been bothering me. "If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you take off my mask? I mean, don't you want to know my identity?" I asked her in a confused tone.

All she did was laugh bitterly. "Knowing your identities will cause me nothing but trouble. I don't need money or fame. I just want to live a normal life. Knowing your identities will make it harder to have that life." She said with a dark look.

For a moment there, instead of a little girl, I saw a powerful women with eyes that had seen all the dark side of the world had to offer and worse. Her eyes told me she had seen blood, death, and suffering.

Why does someone so young have eyes like that? I looked at Bruce and when I saw the almost invisible concern in his eyes, I knew he saw what I saw.

Bruce the started to speak. "We're here to offer you a deal."

She motioned us to come inside and we all sat down in the living room.

She then looked up. "I thought I told you I want a normal life. I don't want to fight." If looks could kill, we'd be six feet under.