Light as Feathers | DG |

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

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Kitty had successfully built the mountain of clothes in her room. She knew Dawn was going to be happy, for sure. It was boring waiting for her to arrive, but Dawn got home surprisingly early and set her bag down. It was chore day, Dawn looked at her sister, walked to her room and changed into some comfy pants and a tied shirt. "Laundry day, kid." Kitty happily showed her the pile with glee- but it wasn't much since money was low. 

Dawn made her way down to the laundry room with a basket. The door was propped open with a rock to let the warmth in. She began filling a washer with the clothes and soon after putting soap in. Kitty chose to stay back at the apartment, the show "Who Want's to be a Millionaire" was on and she loved it. Dawn hopped on top of a washer and proceeded to flip through the job application she was given; pet store, groceries, flower store, dog sitter. Nothing spiked interest.

She was becoming desperate and hopeless, there was no one to go to; Mia wouldn't understand and she had no parents. She often tried not to, but tears slipped and she let herself break down and sob about her life. On the outside, she was Dawn Morgan, the girl who thrived and took care of her younger sister, on the inside, she was still Dawn Morgan, but the girl who had no family and no money. She needed a job, but a good one.

The washer buzzed loudly, signaling the clothes were done and were soon placed in the dryer and back in the basket. Police cars zoomed by, Dawn felt the adrenaline rush through her as they continued down the street. She went in a sprint and rushed through the door. "Kitty, I need you to put these away. An emergency came up." She grabbed the uniform from the duffle bag and threw it on and stood on the window ledge. "I'll be back soon!"

In general, Gotham had calmed down for once, the crime had gone down and Dove wasn't needed. Dawn leaped from building to building, it felt good to be back in her regular self and not the emotional state. "All units we have an armed robbery in progress, requesting all backup." More cop cars zoomed below her, she sped up her pace and soared to the next building. 

Many cheered when Dove appeared out of nowhere and dropped down in front of the bank. "Look!"

"It's Dove!"

She spoke to the police in a firm tone, "Are people still inside?" she asked. "The person on the phone said yes." A male informed her. "Get them out and to safety." The hero ran through the doors into the scene of a real robbery. Three men in black were busy hauling out bags to notice her standing with a hand on her hip. "This is the biggest load."

"Yeah I know, now hurry up and get it in the truck." The tallest one ordered. Dove decided it would be best to sneak around back and attack from there. She hid on the roof, perched and listening in on the conversation. "I'm surprised Boy Wonder isn't here yet." One grumbled and tossed a bag in the back of the truck. "Maybe he quit."

Dove's eye rolled through the hold of her mask, she pulled out boomerang that was shaped like birds wings; it sailed through the air and ripped one of the bags. Jewels and gold coins scattered and rolled on the pavement to make a huge pile of the stolen goods. Idiots. Dove smirked, she jumped and landed on one knee in the midst. "Missed me?"

The tallest one spat her name, "Dove."

"I didn't miss you." Her hand flew out and retrieved the boomerang with ease. "Stealing isn't cool you know. What did your mothers teach you?"

"To not trust strangers." Something cold was pressed against her back, she froze knowing what it was. "I'm honored to have Dove herself come to my robbery. But she will not be ending it." The gun cocked in her ears. "I hate to say it, but you are my rival."

Dove swallowed, "If you're going to kill me, why not look me in the eyes and see the pain? I can turn around and you can shoot me with satisfaction. More pleasure."

"Fine." Her forcefully turned her around and placed the gun on her chest. "Bye bye birdie." She quickly made her hand glow and placed it on his side to give him a slight burning sensation. With the gun in hand, Dove flipped back and aimed it. "Gentlemen, please."

The thug lunged at her, anger rising in him, she easily blocked him and threw the gun at the truck. Thug smirked and produced a dagger from his pocket, "Always wanted to carve this little bird." he growled. Dove was caught off guard when he ran and slashed the side of her suit, red liquid trickling out, she grimaced.

A flash shown from the bank window, she glanced up to see the camera people and news. Damn reporters always trying to snap a pic of what she was doing so drama would rise once more. She was distracted which caused her to be thrown towards the dumpster and crash into it. The world spun around her, she hissed in pain and sunk to the ground, her leg was surely broken or sprang in some place. "Pitiful bird." Thug approached with a head shake and smirk, "All this time I heard you were so great at fighting. So good." he chuckled. "Something in your personal life is keeping you from concentrating. Mistakes happen. I can easily end them for you."

A sickening sound was heard when something clung to his back and he was pulled away screaming. The dagger circled back out, blood spattered on its handle. "Don't usually work in the daytime." A voice said before the second thug was jerked away. "But things change." A scream and the third one was also jerked and smacked into something. Dove sat up and blinked the blurriness away. Robin now stood before her in his dark uniform and pole-staff out in his grasp. "Remember me?"

Dove mentally cursed and stood with a grunt, her side stinging in pain. "I had that." Robin nodded sarcastically and smirked, "Sure. About-to-be-stabbed-to-death-I-had-it." She could punch him but her arm was killing her at the moment. "You just happened to be in the area and dropped by?" He nodded, "And yet you still manage to bleed." She looked down and saw the dried blood crusting and forming a layer on the fabric, that was going to be a bitch to clean. "I'm fine." She walked through the back door in haste, the other vigilante running after her. 

"No, 'thank you'?" No response, she was really starting to tick him off. "I saved your ass back there." Dove whirled and harshly looked at him, "No, I'm not thanking you. You didn't save me, I had it." she paused. "And we're not 'birds of a feather' like the news says or partners as people think." Robin stayed in place when she moved away, shock and slight anger on his face. "I never said we were partners." Dove tossed open the door, her cape flowing behind her. "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."

And just like that, rivals and sworn enemies were made..or so they though.

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