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 u want?"
"Can u verplaats 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 Arrow came inside and closed the door behind him. "Jen, I can't beer to see u like this."
I rolled down my sleeves. "You mean, "I can't beer to see a person who almost destroyed an entire city", right?"
He rolled his eyes and sat down volgende to me. "I can help you, u just need to listen."
I closed my eyes. "No. I'm not going out there."
"Look, it wasn't your fault. u were possessed door 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, u 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 zei 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, tonen 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 meer anything.
"Jen--" he choked.
I loosened my grip, figuring he couldn't breathe.
"Roy," he zei 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 u 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 u want?"
"Can u verplaats 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 Arrow came inside and closed the door behind him. "Jen, I can't beer to see u like this."
I rolled down my sleeves. "You mean, "I can't beer to see a person who almost destroyed an entire city", right?"
He rolled his eyes and sat down volgende to me. "I can help you, u just need to listen."
I closed my eyes. "No. I'm not going out there."
"Look, it wasn't your fault. u were possessed door 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, u 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 zei 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, tonen 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 meer anything.
"Jen--" he choked.
I loosened my grip, figuring he couldn't breathe.
"Roy," he zei 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 u 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."