not deaths bitch | jason todd

[ii]

[ two : a lost hope ]

twelve years later

THE DARK NIGHT'S MOTORCYCLE WAS FAST, but she made sure her's went faster.

She left him in the dust, her bike going so fast she could easily loose control at any moment and eventually she did.

Her bike skit against the cement road and she rolled to the side.

She had to stop herself from crying, the mission was too important to get caught up.

Batman was far, far behind as she pushed herself to run faster and faster.

The warehouse was getting closer, her blood boiled. Those instincts bred into her by The League of Assassins made her thirst for the blood of the madman who could do such a thing.

With her iron bottom boots she kicked the door open.

"Forearm or back arm?" The words slipped from his mouth like poison, a crowbar gripped tightly in his hand.

The Clown Prince of Crime spun around in his heels. 

"Ahh why look what we have here!" The Joker announced, she saw him on the ground his blood the same colour as his uniform.

"Did the little black birdie come to save boy blunder."

The dying boy was lying on cold ground, where was batman?

He mustered up the strength and looked up, his mask falling off and pain in his gorgeous green eyes.

"Let. Him. Go." She commanded, she tried to stay strong as The Joker poured out his sinister laugh.

"Awh hell no." She'd began to get fed up, she whipped out two baterange and threw them towards The Clown.

It held him back for a minute or so but still enough time to run towards the boy.

"Jason..." she whispered, he coughed up blood. He was in shackles, she tried to get him out but The Joker had already recovered.

The sycophant used the bloody crowbar and struck her from behind. She was thrown against the floor.

"No!" Jason cried, the boy wonder was weakening but he was also furious he couldn't do anything.

The Joker returned to his main victim, "now where were we bird brain?" He leant over and grabbed his checks, Jason spat blood onto his bleached white skin.

The Clown took his head and slammed it into the concrete.

"At least the first boy blunder had some manors!" He whipped off Jason's blood, chuckling, bringing the metal weapon over his head and before he could strike The Robin again she came in and pushed Joker to the side.

"Black Bird, Black Bird, Black Bird!" He taunted swinging the crowbar like a baton.
"Whatever are we going to do to you?"

She scowled and threw a few punches at his face. He tried to hit her with the crowbar but his attempts were all failed.

With those metal bottom boots she kicked him right in the chest, he stumbled back and pulled something out of his purple suit pocket.

In the background Black Bird heard the moans of a robin but she had to focus and not let her heart take over.

Use your brain, as the Dark Knight had told her.

The joker dropped a small smoke bomb that had his special Joker Gas, she began to feel lightheaded.

Then the beeping started, there was thirty seconds on the timer. A bomb.

She met Jason's eyes again, envy and rage filled her body.

Then taking out the small knife she kept in her suit, swung left and right trying to find the crazy clown.

She jabbed him once but he'd still gotten away, the masked girl ran by his side as she feel to her knees and looked at Jason and then the clock.

As she caught her breath, she muttered the final words she would say to Jason.

"I love you..."

"I love you t-"

boom.

The ware house blew to smithereens, her body flew and Jason was buried under rubble.

Finally, Batman had come, too late.

Black Bird didn't even think about her pain, she lifted the debris off of her and Robin.

She checked for a pulse. Nothing.

Batman helped pulled brick after brick, rubble after rubble to pull out his lifeless body.

A painful sensational through her body, tears ran down her check as her body shivered.  She screamed out to him,

"Jason!"