(you have to carry on the tradition. be the dove.)
{real people not cartoon}
{rip this is gonna be a major fricken flopster}
(darker writing than marvel)
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"Did you guys see the news this morning?" Study hall was filled with whispers, catching the attention of Mia and Dawn.
"I did! I couldn't believe it!" Mia exclaimed.
"What was it?" Dawn asked, interest slightly getting to her. She had already fallen asleep in Spanish which resulted in her being late to study hall.
"Oh nothing," Lily Thompson smirked from her seat and gave an unfriendly wave at Dawn. "Just how the mayor is saying Robin is back in town."
"Total badass." Mia commented.
Dawn froze in her seat and bit the tip of her pencil. Robin, the hero of Gotham, was back? "Heard he took down a gang the other night." Lily yawned and examined her nails. "Good thing though. I liked him better than that Dove or whatever."
"Didn't they team up once?" Mia asked.
"Dove?" Lily rolled her eyes. "Not sure."
Dawn sighed and tried to think back when she first met the hero that thought she was a villain.
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Dawn Morgan didn't ask for her abilities, and she didn't want them at first. She tried her hardest to make them disappear, control them and never use them, but no matter how hard she tried, they always came back to her. Sometimes it was at the park, a flock of doves would land in front of her or her hands would burn with a bright light in the dark. She soon came to the fact that they weren't going away and the least she could do was put them to good use and track down the men that killed her parents.
It was cool and fun at first. She searched around and found some old material in her closet, taking it to the sewing machine. She put together a white cape that was given a layered/feathery look, white gloves, and a gray utility belt. She repurposed her old pair of boots (white) and added a wing-like metal design to them. For a mask, she sewed one domino style, leaving holes only for her eyes. Dawn had looked at herself in the mirror and pulled on the gloves to finish the look, knowing it was dumb looking but hoping it would be good for now.
She started out her hero life as Dove, stopping muggers in the park, purse robbers, succeeding most of the time; but she was just staring nothing like Batman or the others. She decided to train at home with the gym she built; she practiced punches and kicks on the punching bag that hung from the ceiling. With each training day, she grew stronger and stopped more criminals each night, remaining in the shadows until now.
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Gotham was always alive, especially in the now warm nights. Dawn had grown accustomed to the normal sounds of talking and cars honking. It was on this night that she was perched on a skyscraper, examining the city and taking in her surroundings. Cars sped below, people talked and couples walked with their arms linked. With satisfaction she stood, cape blowing in the wind and readied herself to jump. Her ears caught low voices, the alley below her was where two figures walked slowly. A flashback to the night her parents were killed hit her, she shook the image away and jumped into the shadows to climb down.
Dawn was always alone, no one watched or spied on her. She thought, but a specific masked vigilante was watching her, and also in the shadows. "Listen, I promise you I'll have it tomorrow." A figure in the alley was saying. Dawn carefully climbed down the wall, her boots sticking to the brick walls. "You said you would have it today." Another one said and dragged something from his pocket. Druggies. Dawn dropped down and hid in the darkness, quickly pulling out her batons. "I'm sorry. My family-"
"You've grown weak over the years. Penguin would be sad." A click was heard, Dawn flipped out when she saw the gun. No one was getting killed tonight. Not on her watch. "Hello boys, mind if I join?" A grin spread across her face, she grasped the batons and looked at them. "What the hell is this? Some kind of set up?"
Ugly #1 dared to point the gun at the girl in uniform and his partner. "You set me up, didn't you?" Ugly #2 shook his head and gave a feared look before Dawn used a baton to swat the gun away. "No setup. Leave and go home."
"Yeah, not gonna happen." The partner was tossed aside, Ugly and Dawn proceeded head to head in combat. Batons clinked and fists cracked. Dawn grunted when Ugly swung and offered a punch to her jaw, she swiped her foot under him and knocked him down. Ugly slowly regained his balance and spat. Dawn took in a breath and twirled her weapons before rushing forward, she jumped, hoping to hit him in the chest. She didn't.
Dawn hit the ground hard, groaning and trying to catch her breath when it was knocked out of her. Something crashed down on arm, right where the bullet had hit her, she cried out and curled into a ball. "Not so tough, eh?" Her ankles were screaming in pain, she starting to rethink life as a hero. Something rolled beside her, smoke engulfed the area, the sound of a cape flapping sounded around. "What the hell? Another one of you or something?!"
Still, in a daze, she struggled to get up and see who set the smoke bomb off. "Stay down, apparently you can't handle this." A deep voice said. She blinked, Batman? Surely not, he wouldn't be saving her. Screams suddenly filled the air, the men were tossed to the wall like rag dolls, blood sprinkled in front of her. Dawn regained her senses and stood on her shaky legs to see a blurry figure. "Next time don't go after something you can't take."
She found herself talking back with boldness. "I can take it."
"Get home and get cleaned up." With a cape swooshing, he was gone, as if he hadn't been there at all. Dawn was left with her confused self, she shot her graveling hook and made her way home.
