What is a Batman? ✓

Chapter Nineteen

Hello! It has been a while since the last update. School has started for me, so that's why I haven't updated recently. I still hope that you enjoy this chapter.

Dick's POV

I grumble as Ra's tries to kick me in the gut. We out number him four to one, yet he still had the upper hand. Jason lets out a yell as he charges towards Ra's. He slashes at his neck with his dagger. Ra's steps back calmly and aims a kick towards his legs. Jason winces as he staggers backwards. Tim charges forward swinging his bow staff at Ra's chest. Ra's grabs the bow staff and pulls it forward. Tim's eyes widen as he flies forward. Ra's punches Tim in the face and he flies back. Tim spits some blood onto the floor and rubs his jaw. Bruce glances at each of us before aiming a kick towards Ra's face. Ra's steps back and swings his sword at Bruce's chest. Bruce grabs the sword with his gloves hands and makes a motion to break the sword. Ra's scoffs and chucks the other piece of the sword to the side. Ra's and Bruce circle one another for a few minutes, before starting a fist fight. The two continue to punch and kick for a while. Jason rolls his eyes, "How long is this going to go on for?"

"Until we make Ra's give back Bruce's memories," Tim replies.

Jason shakes his head, "I hope you know that we aren't having much luck. Bruce is the only one that seems like much of a match for Ra's."

"Well, we should stop sitting around here doing nothing," I say standing back up and going to help Bruce. The two of us fire blows at Ra's, who continues to counter our attacks. Jason and Tim look at one another before joining in. We continue to attack Ra's and he continues to fight us. It isn't until a few minutes later that I finally land a blow on him. He stumbles backwards as my escrima sticks make contact with his head. Ra's shakes his head before charging at us again. He kicks me in the chest and I fall back. I groan in pain as the wind is knocked out of me. I try to lift myself up, so I can get back into the fight, but instead I feel myself being dragged. Someone has their hands on my shoulders and is dragging me down the hallway. When I'm finally released, I quickly stand back up. I turn around to face the person that was dragging me. I gape when I see Talia. I reach for my escrima sticks and get in a fighting position, "What do you want?"

"I didn't drag you out here to fight you, Richard," Talia states, "Here. Take this." Talia holds her hand out and I frown. In her hand is a medium sized vile filled with a green liquid. "What is this?" I ask, not letting my guard down.

"Will you relax, Richard? I'm not going to hurt you. This vile isn't going to explode if you take it, either," Talia says, "Lower your escrima sticks. I'm not going to attack you." I hesitate for a minute, before placing my escrima sticks back in their holders. "Fine. What do you want? And you haven't answered my other question. What is that?" I say.

"I want to help you out a little. This will bring back my beloved's memories," Talia states.

I frown, "Why should I trust you? Your father is the reason that Bruce can't remember in the first place. That liquid could actually just kill him."

"You have no reason to trust me. You should know, though, that I played no part in removing my beloved's memories. If I had known my father was planning this, I would have done anything in my power to prevent it. Why would I want to kill my beloved?" Talia replies.

"I-I guess so. Wait, does Ra's know that there is a cure to the memory wipe?" I ask.

Talia scoffs, "No. I did this behind his back, just in case. I created it after my father told me what he did to my beloved. I wasn't going to use it, unless I had too. When I saw my beloved and talked to him, I knew that I had to give him this. He isn't my beloved. With this, he will be."