Through the Mist Week Three

Hello! Sorry it has been a hot minute life has been super crazy. Buuuuut here we are so let’s just be grateful I am in the writing mood. Last time we were here we went into the Percy Jackson universe this week we are going into the DC comics universe! Enjoy.

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Universe: DC Comics

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Starting off my day running from the cops wasn’t the most unusual thing in the world. I mean it was only 6:45am, honestly I was running behind schedule. I sprinted down the alley, my knapsack banging against my leg as I went.

“Stop in the name of the GCPD!” Some cop screamed behind me desperate to keep up.

I only laughed and pushed harder. I leaped onto a nearby dumpster grateful that the lid was closed. Last time it wasn’t and let me tell you that was an extremely embarrassing day. My breath was hot against the mask I wore to cover my face pressing against my cheeks as I ran. A necessary evil if I wanted to keep my extracurriculars a secret from the whole of Gotham. I jumped off the dumpster lid catching the fire escape mid air. My shoulders burned as I pulled my way up the ladder and scrambled up the stairs. It was a good thing I took weight lifting this semester otherwise this would have been pretty difficult. I reached the top and pulled myself onto the roof. I took a glance behind me seeing the two stout cops panting looking up at me from the ground.

I gave them a two finger salute and turned to leave. I ran right into the last person I wanted to see.

“Are we really going to have to do this?” The kid dressed up in a ridiculous looking suit asked.

I gave him a smile. “Not unless you want to get your ass kicked again.”

“I was having an off day.” He shrugged.

“You are always having an off day when it comes to me.” I smiled leaning into him. “Maybe it’s because you like me.”

My nose was almost touching his and I looked into those icy blue eyes beneath his black mask. He growled shoving me backwards. I caught myself before I went careening off the building.

“Watch yourself there bat dork. I thought it was in your sicko bat family code not to kill people.” I said dancing away from the edge.

“Just give me the bag and I’ll take you down easy.” He reached out his hand beckoning me to toss my napsack over to him.

I pulled it protectively behind me. “I spent the better part of my night getting the stuff in this bag. I sure as hell aren’t going to give it to some bat brat just because he gave me a stern talking to.”

“Fine you want to do this the hard way? Let’s do this the hard way then.” He stalked forward.

I only smiled. “That’s the plan.”

Before he could blink I had pulled two smoke bombs out of my tool belt and exploded them at his feet. He got a face full of it and stepped back coughing violently. I kicked him in the stomach and landed a solid left hook at his face. If my fists weren’t wrapped it would have hurt a lot worse than it did. What was this kid made of steel?

Nah wrong city for that.

I grabbed a nearby loose pipe and was about to whack him in the back of the head when his hand snaked out and grabbed my wrist. His gloved hand squeezed my wrist so hard I bit back a curse.

“Enough.” He growled.

“Oh I am just getting started.” I grinned dropping the pipe into my other hand and swinging it up catching him just below the chin.

He fell back hard blood spewing from his lips. I dropped the pipe beside him and leaned down.

“See ya later Batwing.” I sang before bounding across the building roofs as the sun began to rise behind me.

sad-trauma-greasy bat man took one look at elegant-trauma-badass-sexy cat woman and said “ah yes this one, this one i’m in love with” and honestly same

Happy Meow-loween!