~Fallen~
“Bruce!”
The nine-year-old’s voice was still shrilly ringing in his ear drums, louder than the roar of the batmobile screeching off in the darkness towards Wayne Manor. Out of the three children in his car, only two were conscious. The third, the ward he’d only taken in a few months ago, was twitching violently in her sleep-like state, sweat running in droplets down her pale forehead. Only minuten geleden had occurred the explosion that had put her like this-- the explosion that had also ripped one of his other partners away from him.
“Bruce,” a harsh whisper came through to him. His attention flickered briefly on Barbara, her eyes wide with fear. “Is Kyra.. Is she going to be alright?”
“She’ll be fine,” he answered in a monotone, but Barabra got the feeling that he was reassuring himself meer than she was reassuring her.
A soft whimper broke the silence a few minuten later, the Manor there in sight, only a couple miles away. Dick’s soft, calming whispers did nothing to help the young girl, and the car seemed to speed up when she let out an agonizing shriek of pain.
When they eventually did get to their destination, Bruce wasted no time in setting up some medical equipment. When he went to pick up Kyra, he noted with some interest that even though her jet black strands seemed to be dripping with sweat, her skin was icy cold to the touch. “Don’t worry, Ky,” he murmured to her form, which shivered in fear and in pain. “We’ll get u through this. That’s a promise.”
~Foreign~
Ella screeched as she watched her brother’s head slam against the floor. She herself wasn’t doing so well when it came to the flute’s agonizingly loud music. The sounds that were emanating from the infernal instrument bounced off the edges of the cavern and straight towards her. But Zak’s commentaar on the two matters combining had been extremely correct. She watched through half-closed eyes as Argost yelled out his own scream and disappeared in a kind of flame.
With a satisfied look finally crossing on her face, her vision slowly began to blur as she heard her mother shouting out, just to see if she was alive. In truth, Ella wasn’t sure herself, as her staff slipped from her grasp and made a soft ‘thunk’ on the ground. Her father appeared over her and began to shake her lightly, but she didn’t respond, only letting her eyes close further.
She hadn’t, however, expected to wake up in the blimps infirmary like center. She looked warily at her hart-, hart monitor, beeping steadily, then out the window-like surface to see her family surrounding a small plaque of a grave for busje, van Rook. Resting her head on the small, hoofdkussen, kussen like cushion behind her, she realized suddenly that she didn’t feel different.
She could still feel the surges of power in her veins that she’d felt every time she’d almost lost control of her powers. Glancing down at her fingertips, she gaped at the small burst of energy that emitted from her when she concentrated hard enough. Her dark eyes widened when she realized it wasn’t over-- not for her anyways. She closed her eyes again and promptly fell asleep.
~Youngest~
Kyra was very confused. The last thing she remembered was an explosion the med lab she’d been captured in, and her screaming her mentor’s name. When she’d woken up she’d been freezing, and she could barely see anything because the room she’d been in had been so bright.
Brushing the messing strands of ebony out of her view, she noted with confidence that her hair was still in it’s usual ponytail, making her spirits brighten. The weird things a nine-year-old does.
She decided to walk a little, around the seemingly endless room of blank white. The further she went, however, the stranger she felt, and suddenly she swore that the room itself was getting darker around her. She began to hear footsteps, not her own, surrounding her lightly.
“Hello?” she called out raspily, her throat sore with dust from the vorige explosion. She hadn’t expected to receive a response. But that’s exactly what she got.
“H-hi,” a shy voice called out. The owner of the voice, Kyra noted, was somewhat scrawny, with thick tousled black and white hair along with dark eyes. She wore a oranje turtleneck and a black skirt, and she seemed to be hiding in the thick neck of the shirt. “Um.. I’m Ella.”
“I’m...” Kyra blinked. Why did she trust this girl? “I’m Ky.”
Both of the girls sported a large grin and then began to look confused. “Why do I know you?” they chorused, before a bright light surrounded them and pulled them back to their own realities.
“Bruce!”
The nine-year-old’s voice was still shrilly ringing in his ear drums, louder than the roar of the batmobile screeching off in the darkness towards Wayne Manor. Out of the three children in his car, only two were conscious. The third, the ward he’d only taken in a few months ago, was twitching violently in her sleep-like state, sweat running in droplets down her pale forehead. Only minuten geleden had occurred the explosion that had put her like this-- the explosion that had also ripped one of his other partners away from him.
“Bruce,” a harsh whisper came through to him. His attention flickered briefly on Barbara, her eyes wide with fear. “Is Kyra.. Is she going to be alright?”
“She’ll be fine,” he answered in a monotone, but Barabra got the feeling that he was reassuring himself meer than she was reassuring her.
A soft whimper broke the silence a few minuten later, the Manor there in sight, only a couple miles away. Dick’s soft, calming whispers did nothing to help the young girl, and the car seemed to speed up when she let out an agonizing shriek of pain.
When they eventually did get to their destination, Bruce wasted no time in setting up some medical equipment. When he went to pick up Kyra, he noted with some interest that even though her jet black strands seemed to be dripping with sweat, her skin was icy cold to the touch. “Don’t worry, Ky,” he murmured to her form, which shivered in fear and in pain. “We’ll get u through this. That’s a promise.”
~Foreign~
Ella screeched as she watched her brother’s head slam against the floor. She herself wasn’t doing so well when it came to the flute’s agonizingly loud music. The sounds that were emanating from the infernal instrument bounced off the edges of the cavern and straight towards her. But Zak’s commentaar on the two matters combining had been extremely correct. She watched through half-closed eyes as Argost yelled out his own scream and disappeared in a kind of flame.
With a satisfied look finally crossing on her face, her vision slowly began to blur as she heard her mother shouting out, just to see if she was alive. In truth, Ella wasn’t sure herself, as her staff slipped from her grasp and made a soft ‘thunk’ on the ground. Her father appeared over her and began to shake her lightly, but she didn’t respond, only letting her eyes close further.
She hadn’t, however, expected to wake up in the blimps infirmary like center. She looked warily at her hart-, hart monitor, beeping steadily, then out the window-like surface to see her family surrounding a small plaque of a grave for busje, van Rook. Resting her head on the small, hoofdkussen, kussen like cushion behind her, she realized suddenly that she didn’t feel different.
She could still feel the surges of power in her veins that she’d felt every time she’d almost lost control of her powers. Glancing down at her fingertips, she gaped at the small burst of energy that emitted from her when she concentrated hard enough. Her dark eyes widened when she realized it wasn’t over-- not for her anyways. She closed her eyes again and promptly fell asleep.
~Youngest~
Kyra was very confused. The last thing she remembered was an explosion the med lab she’d been captured in, and her screaming her mentor’s name. When she’d woken up she’d been freezing, and she could barely see anything because the room she’d been in had been so bright.
Brushing the messing strands of ebony out of her view, she noted with confidence that her hair was still in it’s usual ponytail, making her spirits brighten. The weird things a nine-year-old does.
She decided to walk a little, around the seemingly endless room of blank white. The further she went, however, the stranger she felt, and suddenly she swore that the room itself was getting darker around her. She began to hear footsteps, not her own, surrounding her lightly.
“Hello?” she called out raspily, her throat sore with dust from the vorige explosion. She hadn’t expected to receive a response. But that’s exactly what she got.
“H-hi,” a shy voice called out. The owner of the voice, Kyra noted, was somewhat scrawny, with thick tousled black and white hair along with dark eyes. She wore a oranje turtleneck and a black skirt, and she seemed to be hiding in the thick neck of the shirt. “Um.. I’m Ella.”
“I’m...” Kyra blinked. Why did she trust this girl? “I’m Ky.”
Both of the girls sported a large grin and then began to look confused. “Why do I know you?” they chorused, before a bright light surrounded them and pulled them back to their own realities.
