=--Allison--=
The wind is soft and blows quite. I look below with a wary expression, knowing that if Selina doesn't make an appearance soon I will have to leave without her.
"Hey Cat, you here? Cops are here and we need to go." I glance around while speaking to myself and sit Indian style on the ledge.
I hear three soft thuds behind me and slouch down, letting out a prolonged sigh. "Listen, I know whoever you people are, probably have common sense. So back down and just let me go, and there will be no problems. Kay?" I don't turn around to get their response, just pick up my bow and reached in my quiver for a smoke bomb arrow.
"Hold it. Stand up slowly and drop your weapons." Ah, Batman. You could recognize his voice anywhere.
"You got it. Just let me put this... " I stood up and turned around to face him noticing he had two other companions. I paid them no mind and looked Batman in what I assume was his eyes when I finished, "Away." I whipped out the arrow and shot it at Batman's feet. It made a beeping sound, the same as my bombs, so people can't tell the difference.
When they heard the beeping they ran away, allowing me to backflip off the building, catching onto a window frame and pulling myself onto it.
I looked around for Selina and saw her getting pushed into a cop car, angry look on her face. When she looked up through the tinted windows she saw me and glared.
Hah. She probably thinks I abandoned her. Well too bad, I was busy with other problems.
I hit the window with my heel and prepared myself for the broken glass to hit me. I hit it a few more times before it finally shattered, and luckily it didn't cut me, just gave me some scratches. I entered and looked around, realizing I was in a workshop. From the looks of it, whoever owns this place likes to make sculptures and gardening.
Perfect.
I run over to the cabinet near an unfinished sculpture and look for clay. I pick up some from the back and throw it on the table to get to work I get the clay into three sections, then put two of them aside so I can start on the first one. I flatten out the clay in a rectangle shape, and start to expand it, making the whole thing thinner, but also larger in size. I grab some smoke bombs from my belt and put them onto the middle of the clay, then rolled the edges back into itself. Once it was done I shaped it some more until it was a rectangle block.
I put it to the side and started work on the second one, and quickly finished it, making it a little more sloppy than the original.
I used the last bit of clay to make a smaller device. I went towards the garden and cut off the heads of some oxeye daisy's, putting them inside the clay instead.
When I finished all of them I started putting them in position. I put one near the door, that if I am correct some hero should come through in a couple minutes, one to the side of the workplace, and the last one right above the window frame on the outside of the window, the one I broke earlier of course.
I stand by in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth on my feet and wait. There isn't much I can do, are the heroes don't do their part.
Maybe I should write them a note?
Yeah, that will do.
I walk over to the nearest workstation and look for a piece of paper. I find one under a mug and move to the pencil holder sitting on the desk.
I quickly scribble a note in my neatest handwriting and tape it to the inside of the windowsill, before going back to my spot in the middle of the room.
YOU ARE READING
Broken (Jason Todd x OC)
Fanfiction=-=-=-=-= "Maybe I was wrong about you." "Oh yeah? And how's that?" "You aren't horrible. I mean, you are nowhere near good, but you aren't horrible either." "So like a happy medium?" "Exactly." =-=-=-=-= Allison Grayson, sister of the f...
