Feb 27, 2006 09:17
She cuts through the night like an arrow, fast and silent, disturbing naught but air with her passage.
He is gone.
Gone.
Oracle says they'll get him back from this other place he's been dragged away to. That this army, these evil men, will not be allowed to be the death of the Batman.
She doesn't know. Doesn't understand why she isn't allowed to go, to help. Fear isn't an issue. She fears no one.
After she was told, informed that the rescue was already being planned, she was gone, away from the monitor, and out into the night. Needed to be away, to be active, to be doing something.
Anything is better than waiting to hear that a member of your family is dead.