Loud knocks woke me up from my sleep. I figured I would just ignore them.
"Jenny?" called a male voice from behind the door.
"Go away, Chris," I moaned. I pressed my back against the door so he wouldn't try to open it.
"It's me." It was the voice I would recognize anywhere, even in the grave.
I was wondering how it would sound like down there. "What do Ты want?"
"Can Ты Переместить away from the door?" Damn, he knew everything.
I sighed and crawled away from the door and leaned against the frame of Anna's bed.
Red Стрела came inside and closed the door behind him. "Jen, I can't медведь to see Ты like this."
I rolled down my sleeves. "You mean, "I can't медведь to see a person who almost destroyed an entire city", right?"
He rolled his eyes and sat down Далее to me. "I can help you, Ты just need to listen."
I closed my eyes. "No. I'm not going out there."
"Look, it wasn't your fault. Ты were possessed by Ra's Al-Ghul, remember?"
I cringed, remembering. "If I were a REAL superhero, I would've had the conscious to stop myself. I can't risk that again."
That night was so clear in my mind. I remembered Ra's Al-Ghul's spell; every single word. I could remember the frightened faces of Gotham City's citizens as I destroyed their homes, their buildings...
Their lives.
Red put an arm around my shoulder. "The team is suffering, Ты know. They know you're depressed and lonely."
I clutched the bloody piece of glass I hid behind my back. "I'm not depressed. I'm just mad at myself."
"For three weeks?" he questioned.
A drop of blood rolled off my arm and splattered on the floor.
He looked at me suspiciously, and took my arm. I didn't even bother stopping him. He rolled up my sleeves, revealing the bloody word, "PERFECT" scratched into my arm.
"Oh my God..." he stared into my eyes, horrified.
I rolled them back down. "It didn't hurt as much," I сказал(-а) quickly. "It's hard to hurt myself nowadays."
"Jeannette, you've got to stop this," he ordered.
"I can't," I admitted. "It's become a routine. I could even do it in my sleep."
He squeezed my hand. "Please. For me?" he begged.
I glared at him. "Why should I? I don't even know your godforsaken name."
That seemed to cut it. He took off his mask, Показ glowing green eyes, and pressed his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.
And though it lasted only five minutes, it felt like a light was shown upon my face. I couldn't think about anything else, only the fact that I needed him еще anything.
"Jen--" he choked.
I loosened my grip, figuring he couldn't breathe.
"Roy," he сказал(-а) finally, after a few breaths.
"What?"
"Roy Harper," he continued. "That's my name."
"Roy." It seemed to fit him perfectly. "Nice name."
He smiled. "Now that we've had our first kiss, would Ты take a walk with me?"
I groaned. "Fine. But a short one. And I'll be wearing a disguise." I didn't want a mob chasing after the most hated hero in Gotham.
He laughed. "Whatever."
"Jenny?" called a male voice from behind the door.
"Go away, Chris," I moaned. I pressed my back against the door so he wouldn't try to open it.
"It's me." It was the voice I would recognize anywhere, even in the grave.
I was wondering how it would sound like down there. "What do Ты want?"
"Can Ты Переместить away from the door?" Damn, he knew everything.
I sighed and crawled away from the door and leaned against the frame of Anna's bed.
Red Стрела came inside and closed the door behind him. "Jen, I can't медведь to see Ты like this."
I rolled down my sleeves. "You mean, "I can't медведь to see a person who almost destroyed an entire city", right?"
He rolled his eyes and sat down Далее to me. "I can help you, Ты just need to listen."
I closed my eyes. "No. I'm not going out there."
"Look, it wasn't your fault. Ты were possessed by Ra's Al-Ghul, remember?"
I cringed, remembering. "If I were a REAL superhero, I would've had the conscious to stop myself. I can't risk that again."
That night was so clear in my mind. I remembered Ra's Al-Ghul's spell; every single word. I could remember the frightened faces of Gotham City's citizens as I destroyed their homes, their buildings...
Their lives.
Red put an arm around my shoulder. "The team is suffering, Ты know. They know you're depressed and lonely."
I clutched the bloody piece of glass I hid behind my back. "I'm not depressed. I'm just mad at myself."
"For three weeks?" he questioned.
A drop of blood rolled off my arm and splattered on the floor.
He looked at me suspiciously, and took my arm. I didn't even bother stopping him. He rolled up my sleeves, revealing the bloody word, "PERFECT" scratched into my arm.
"Oh my God..." he stared into my eyes, horrified.
I rolled them back down. "It didn't hurt as much," I сказал(-а) quickly. "It's hard to hurt myself nowadays."
"Jeannette, you've got to stop this," he ordered.
"I can't," I admitted. "It's become a routine. I could even do it in my sleep."
He squeezed my hand. "Please. For me?" he begged.
I glared at him. "Why should I? I don't even know your godforsaken name."
That seemed to cut it. He took off his mask, Показ glowing green eyes, and pressed his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.
And though it lasted only five minutes, it felt like a light was shown upon my face. I couldn't think about anything else, only the fact that I needed him еще anything.
"Jen--" he choked.
I loosened my grip, figuring he couldn't breathe.
"Roy," he сказал(-а) finally, after a few breaths.
"What?"
"Roy Harper," he continued. "That's my name."
"Roy." It seemed to fit him perfectly. "Nice name."
He smiled. "Now that we've had our first kiss, would Ты take a walk with me?"
I groaned. "Fine. But a short one. And I'll be wearing a disguise." I didn't want a mob chasing after the most hated hero in Gotham.
He laughed. "Whatever."
Sneak Peek Part II
Revenge или Redemption
"This Way!" Revenge yelled.
I followed, ducking into a closet. My yellow/black cape swished behind me and exposed where we were.
"Tam! Ogan'!" a voice yelled.
The Russians brought their Оружие to медведь on the wooden door and fired. Revenge leaped in front of me, taking the shock and damage of the bullets. But fifteen AK-47s firing into his chest managed to knock him out.
The Russians busted open the door and knocked me down with a винтовка to the head. One pointed his gun at me.
"Ostan'sya vnizu malen'kaya devochka!" he yelled.
I struggled to think, the blow to my head had me in a daze.
"C'mon Barbara! Think! You're in Russia! Бэтмен taught Ты this much."
After a bit of thinking, I managed to translate it into 'Stay down little girl'.
The Далее time they сказал(-а) something, it was easier to translate.
"Voz'mite ikh s losifom!"
Translation: Take them to Joseph.
The Red Army Rises:
Part II Revenge или Redemption
Revenge или Redemption
"This Way!" Revenge yelled.
I followed, ducking into a closet. My yellow/black cape swished behind me and exposed where we were.
"Tam! Ogan'!" a voice yelled.
The Russians brought their Оружие to медведь on the wooden door and fired. Revenge leaped in front of me, taking the shock and damage of the bullets. But fifteen AK-47s firing into his chest managed to knock him out.
The Russians busted open the door and knocked me down with a винтовка to the head. One pointed his gun at me.
"Ostan'sya vnizu malen'kaya devochka!" he yelled.
I struggled to think, the blow to my head had me in a daze.
"C'mon Barbara! Think! You're in Russia! Бэтмен taught Ты this much."
After a bit of thinking, I managed to translate it into 'Stay down little girl'.
The Далее time they сказал(-а) something, it was easier to translate.
"Voz'mite ikh s losifom!"
Translation: Take them to Joseph.
The Red Army Rises:
Part II Revenge или Redemption