Chapter 3: The Cave

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Barbara's POV:
I wake up, I'm in some dark cave...? Oh yeah I've been freaking kidnapped by the "hero's" of Gotham, my home. Lord it really is a cave, he really takes this bat thing too far. My mask and suit are still on. I'm laying on a hospital bed, IV in the top of my hand, those little sticky things on my stomach to check my vital signs and the right sleeve and left leg of my suit missing, and in their place bandages, somewhat clean but still somewhat saturated with my blood.

First I get in fight with some girl who really know too well how to use a switchblade, then I'm kidnapped by the Dynamic Duo, only for them to patch me up. They didn't realize I was bleeding this bad until after they asked me to come with them; why am I here then?

As far as I can tell I'm alone. I roll over at the computer monitor next to my bed it's 3:25 AM. Oh my gosh I've been out for at least five and a half hours. I have to get home, I have to go school in less than five hours.

I frantically pull the IV out of my hand, and the sticky things off, which sets off an alarm on the heart monitor next to my bed. I get up and start trying to find an exit. But every time the alarm for the heart monitor sounds it gets louder.

I'm weak from the new stitches in my arm and leg, and the blood I had recently just lost from the above mentioned areas. So weak that after about the tenth ring of the alarm, my head begins to ring and spin and I crumple to the ground, unable to continue standing.

By the twelfth ring of the alarm I hear foot steps coming towards me. They run to go turn off the monitor. The horrid ringing of the alarm then stops. At which point I can finally look up to see who it is. It's Robin, but not in his suit, instead shirtless, in a pair of sweats, and wearing his mask. Most of his eyeliner has been smeared off at this point, and his eyes are now more visible and friendly. They almost look familiar.

I'm still laying on the ground recovering from the pounding in my head. I feel his arms wrap mine, picking me up and bringing me to my feet. He then starts to walk me back towards the hospital bed, and with me being so week I didn't bother to fight him.

He sits me on the bed sits next to me for like 2 minutes and then gets up and says, "I'm gonna go tell Batman that you're awake." He smiles at me, "I'm glad you're awake." And he walks back in the direction he came.

Man he's so compassionate. Sort of, he did spray me with what ever that was to knock me out.

About two minutes later he returns with Batman, still in full costume, following at your heels. There's something familiar about Batman too.

Batman walks up to me and says, "So what's your issue?"

What the hell does he mean, my issue. He's the one who had knocked me out on purpose only five hours earlier just so I would go with him, and "chat". " What's my issue?"

"Yeah, why did you dawn a cape?" He says, no emotion in his voice.

"Is that any of your business?" I reply.

"It is. You are putting your life at risk, and you are wearing my symbol?"

"Maybe I just want to stop all the terrorizing that goes on in this city."

"Then wait till you're older and join the police force."

"No, you can't run my life!"

" This is hard road, and you went out there being the little spoiled girl you are tonight and almost got your self killed." My face begins to heat up.

"STOP! You have no right to talk to me like this! A.) I didn't loose enough blood to die. B.) I was doing fine till you came along, I almost had Emerald. C.) You have no right to do what you do either!" He has become angry by this point in my speech and is clenching his fists.
"You called me spoiled I'm not, you must be though," his anger continues to show more and more. " You asked me 'what my issue was,' it's the fact that I've lost everything, my mother, my brother, and everyone constantly pities me for it. To begin with that was nice, now it's just bull shit. I'm not some weak little six year old who can't do anything for myself. So sorry, if I want to take all that and shove it up some bad guy's ass!"

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