Light as Feathers | DG |

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

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The new two days went by like a flash for Dawn, from college to work to home and putting Kitty to bed. It was tiring but she was bringing money in and doing what she loved. The lonely feeling was slowly fading away, Gordan was taking on a fatherly figure for her, she didn't mind it.

Dawn walked through the doors of the GPD, a tired look on her face, she slumped in her chair with a sigh. "Rough day?" Gordan walked up with a coffee for her, "You have no idea." she greatfully took the caffeine. "Pop quizzes in almost every class." 

"It's about to get worse. We got a case; a guy in his forties was found dead in the alley, glass shards in his wounds." He handed her a file of papers. "Police brought in the suspect."

"A thirteen-year-old?" Dawn sipped on the coffee and closed the file. "Is this even real?"

Gordan shrugged and adjusted his tie. "Hey, you never know. I've assigned you with Grayson to investigate." The brunette practically fell out of her chair, she set the coffee down and gave wide eyes. "Are you serious? We're like cats and dogs! At each other's throats. Your brewing a storm that's not going to calm."

Gordan smirked with a laugh, "Yeah I know. He's in the interrogation room." 

Dawn rolled her eyes, she gathered her things and went on her way. The interrogation room was on an entirely different side of the building, it was darker and filled with criminals being brought in with handcuffs. The door that read 'interrogation' was dark itself, with a stiff hand she opened it. Dick was leaning against the wall, looking through the bulletproof glass at the young girl. "Your late."

Thanks for noticing. Dawn cleared her throat and set the file on the table, "Let's just get this done and over with. I'm still trying to believe the girl in there-" she pointed. "is the one who killed a man in his forties who was large to begin with."

"Never underestimate them," He moved from the wall and opened the door. She followed behind him and looked at the girl; her hair was dark blue and in a choppy cut, a choker was around her throat, her clothes resembled a mixture of black and grays. 

"Hi there, how you doing?" Dawn watched as Dick took a seat in the chair, "Word on the street is you like playing baseball with bricks and cop cars." he smirked. "I'm Detective Dick Grayson-" The brunette coughed and nudged the chair with the tip of her sneaker. "And that is my...associate, Dawn Morgan." he made a face as if saying her name was torture."You wanna talk about what happened."

The girl laid her eyes on Dawn, "It's you...you're the girl from the alley." Dick glanced back at Dawn. "Not sure yo-"

"And you're the boy from the circus. I remember people were happy that night. You most of all. You're parents, I- I watched them fall and you," She looked back at Dawn. "I watched your parents die." The brunette rubbed at the small scar on her wrist; it had taken months for the bullet to be fully taken out. "You kept wishing it was a dream, wishing you would wake up. And your sister- she was so young."

"Who put you up to this?" Dick had gained a dark and grave tone.

"Everything led me here to you, it can't be by accident. You've got to help me, I don't know how-"

"You want help so through a brick at a cop car?"

"You don't understand."

"Okay- then make me understand."

"Someone killed my mom!" The girl shouted, fear and confusion on her face. Dawn chose to break in, she grabbed a notepad and pen and set it down. "Name and address." The girl quickly wrote down what she was told. "She was all I had. The only person in the world who cared for me. I'm alone now." She handed Dick the pen, the shadow version of her though, grabbed his hand. He instantly had a flashback, the circus, he was dragged away by a cop, his mother on the ground and getting CPR, a hand touching his shoulder. "I want to help you."

Dick found himself standing in Wayne manor looking down at a card that read 'Dick Grayson.' The girl pulled away the same time he did, "Listen- I'm going to check this out." he stood. "Don't leave me here." The girl pleaded, Dawn walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Rachel you-"

Dawn found herself back in the alley on the night that changed her life. her parents toppled to the ground, she screamed, grabbed her sister's hand and ran behind the dumpster. 

"Dawn?" Dick found himself wondered what was going on with her.

"Kathrine!- Come on!" The two ran in the street amidst the crowd shouting for help. Dawn suddenly found herself in a dark place, alone and afraid. Something moved, a flock of birds flew at her, she screamed. Something knocked her back to reality, Dawn jerked from the girl with a loud breath like she was underwater. She rubbed at her wrist and met Dick's confused face. 

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The still shaken and half scared Dawn Morgan sat at the wooden desk that was littered with papers and pencils. Dick sat on the other side, his elbow on the desk as he spoke on the phone. "So, she's saying her mom was killed. If you could send someone down, that would be great." Dawn's eyes flickered to the tv that hung on the wall, the scene was during the daytime and showed the heroes Robin and Dove.

"This is a violent sociopath." The reporter was saying. Dick slowly let the phone go down from his ear, "Yeah I know." he propped the phone back on the receiver. Dawn could see his jaw harden and his gaze on the screen. "We know one thing for sure, these two need to leave Gotham." She had to bite her tongue to keep from lashing out the words she wanted to say. "At least Rachel's okay..." She fiddled with the string connected to her badge. "What are they going to do with her?"

"They'll transport her with the other troubled kids." Dick pried his eyes from the screen to look at her, she was still looking at her badge. "Troubled? Dick, she said her mom was killed in front of her, she's not troubled. I know Gordan thinks she's one of those kids out on the street- but I can tell..she's not." All he said was, "We can't take chances-" before the phone rang. "Grayson."

Dawn listened closely, "This is officer Jones Travis, you called about a Rachel Ross?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Gun-shot to the head, homicide victim. I'll have our CSI send you the details."

"Okay, thanks." Dawn suddenly stood, throwing on her jacket and grabbing the gun she earned from Gordan. Without explanation, she ran up the stairs and to the interrogation room, where she found no Rachel. "Shit!" She brushed past Dick and sprinted to the garage, the place where the cars were kept. 

Rachel was being led to a car by a large officer, her reflection appeared on the windows. "Let me kill him. Let me kill him...now!" In a state of panic, she began to pant heavily and struggle against the weight of the officer. A needle was the thrust into her neck, she slumped over in his arms and was placed in the back. "Rachel!" Dawn shouted as she ran as fast as she could towards them, Dick not too far behind her. The gas was pushed and the car took off. Dick pulled out his phone."Detective Grayson can I get a ten-twenty on the car number three-one-zero." 

Dawn watched as the car vanished on the road, somehow she knew this wasn't going to end well.

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