izzifizzy
As I stare out at the breathtaking scenere I place hand to my heart, it feels like it's always been yearning for this, this freedom that I've managed to find in gotham . My reminicing is cut short by a shriek near the doorway. I spin around to face a group of tugs one of them muffeling a scared looking girl, I quickly reach for my tazer. When I grab at air I let out my own muffled shreik, not because of the thugs but the thought that my mothers going to kill me.
I do not own any of the DC characters, only the ones I make up.