Becca opened her eyes. She looked around to find herself in the same room she had been stuck in last time. Her wrists were tied again, but this time she was on the floor, her ankles tied together and locked onto the floor. The door opened and Salva entered.
“Of course it'd be you!” she hissed.
“Hello, my love. I have a gift for you.”
He held up a piece of black fabric in his hand.
“I want nothing from you!”
“Come on. Try it on.”
“No!”
“Either wewe put the dress on, Becca, au I will.” Salva eyed her body for a second. “And I won't mind getting a glimpse of what's underneath.”
Becca growled.
“Oh and if wewe try to fight...well I wouldn't. Not unless wewe want Robin to get hurt.”
Becca froze. Her moyo was still fighting but she lowered her head.
“Alright. I'll put it on. And I won't fight.”
“That's a good Sparrow. Let me untie you.”
Salva came close to her, undoing the knots that bound her feet and hands. She watched him leave before standing. She looked around the room for signs of hidden cameras before allowing herself to change. She slipped into the black dress, zipping it up in the back. Looking in the mirror, Becca felt utterly naked. And she may as well have been. The black dress was short, clinging to her skin. The skirt, upindo barely hit her thighs, the neckline dramatically inaonyesha the upper half of her chest. The sleeves hit her elbows. She desperately pulled, looking for extra fabric. But there wasn't any.
She was stuck in this attire. Unless she wanted to have Salva put it on. Her body shook at the thought. No way was he going to touch her and strip her of her clothes. Becca wanted to cry. But Salva might try and comfort her. So she fought them, hid them. She moved to the kitanda and slipped her boots on. At least they reached her knees, lowering the amount of skin anyone could see. But she still felt upset and destructive. She wanted to get out. Salva entered.
“I approve Becca. Black is a good color on you. Rather...eye-catching.”
“What do wewe want?”
“Now we'll have none of that. wewe will talk to me in a loving matter au else...”
He let the sentence linger, causing Becca to go into a frantic.
“What would wewe like Salva?” Becca forced in a loving tone.
“Much better. wewe are to come with me.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then we can play in here. Just the two of us.”
“Where are we going?”
Salva smirked. His plan was working and he had Becca. What zaidi could he want?
“Becca. Look at me.”
Becca did as instructed, locking eyes with him.
“I want wewe to get this through your head. Robin won't save you. He doesn't upendo you. He doesn't want you. But I do. I always wanted you. And even though wewe might upendo Robin, you'll learn to upendo me. Because Robin is never coming back for you.”
“Of course it'd be you!” she hissed.
“Hello, my love. I have a gift for you.”
He held up a piece of black fabric in his hand.
“I want nothing from you!”
“Come on. Try it on.”
“No!”
“Either wewe put the dress on, Becca, au I will.” Salva eyed her body for a second. “And I won't mind getting a glimpse of what's underneath.”
Becca growled.
“Oh and if wewe try to fight...well I wouldn't. Not unless wewe want Robin to get hurt.”
Becca froze. Her moyo was still fighting but she lowered her head.
“Alright. I'll put it on. And I won't fight.”
“That's a good Sparrow. Let me untie you.”
Salva came close to her, undoing the knots that bound her feet and hands. She watched him leave before standing. She looked around the room for signs of hidden cameras before allowing herself to change. She slipped into the black dress, zipping it up in the back. Looking in the mirror, Becca felt utterly naked. And she may as well have been. The black dress was short, clinging to her skin. The skirt, upindo barely hit her thighs, the neckline dramatically inaonyesha the upper half of her chest. The sleeves hit her elbows. She desperately pulled, looking for extra fabric. But there wasn't any.
She was stuck in this attire. Unless she wanted to have Salva put it on. Her body shook at the thought. No way was he going to touch her and strip her of her clothes. Becca wanted to cry. But Salva might try and comfort her. So she fought them, hid them. She moved to the kitanda and slipped her boots on. At least they reached her knees, lowering the amount of skin anyone could see. But she still felt upset and destructive. She wanted to get out. Salva entered.
“I approve Becca. Black is a good color on you. Rather...eye-catching.”
“What do wewe want?”
“Now we'll have none of that. wewe will talk to me in a loving matter au else...”
He let the sentence linger, causing Becca to go into a frantic.
“What would wewe like Salva?” Becca forced in a loving tone.
“Much better. wewe are to come with me.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then we can play in here. Just the two of us.”
“Where are we going?”
Salva smirked. His plan was working and he had Becca. What zaidi could he want?
“Becca. Look at me.”
Becca did as instructed, locking eyes with him.
“I want wewe to get this through your head. Robin won't save you. He doesn't upendo you. He doesn't want you. But I do. I always wanted you. And even though wewe might upendo Robin, you'll learn to upendo me. Because Robin is never coming back for you.”
Name: Dallas Union "Dally"
Alias: Seraphs
Occupation: Villain, sidekick to Riddler
Age: 16
Looks; 6'4 white hair, purple eyes, 105 pounds, muscular, white wings with black spots, and a scar that covers his right eye.
Personality: Smart Alec, onyesha off, hates human life (also a major hate for Fang) loves to kill, doesn't believe in sekunde chances.
Weapons: Carries two swords
Powers: Flight (wings) psychic (uses this ability to win in fights)
Past: Created in the School as a weapon to destroy all human life, Dallas set out to fulfill his destiny, killing anyone in his way. Battling Fang several times and loosing Dallas is out for Fangs blood, coming back faster and stronger. And he's ready to end Fang once and for all.
Alias: Seraphs
Occupation: Villain, sidekick to Riddler
Age: 16
Looks; 6'4 white hair, purple eyes, 105 pounds, muscular, white wings with black spots, and a scar that covers his right eye.
Personality: Smart Alec, onyesha off, hates human life (also a major hate for Fang) loves to kill, doesn't believe in sekunde chances.
Weapons: Carries two swords
Powers: Flight (wings) psychic (uses this ability to win in fights)
Past: Created in the School as a weapon to destroy all human life, Dallas set out to fulfill his destiny, killing anyone in his way. Battling Fang several times and loosing Dallas is out for Fangs blood, coming back faster and stronger. And he's ready to end Fang once and for all.
This is the song i chose for someones playlist. hope wewe like!
wewe sat me down on a rock hard chair,
wewe told me i'd never leave,
But i didnt care!
You're the good guy,
And i aint,
Its time to say good bye, this aint our fate.
wewe fight for the good,
But i dont, i dont.
I'm not sure it wewe upendo me,
au i it just this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
You're the hero i'm suppose to hate,
But we dont play kwa the rules,
wewe took me on a date,
ANd when wewe got home, your freinds were like,
"You aint welcome back, Go get a life!"
Guess i have to say i'm sorry,
I didnt mean to casue ya trouble baby.
I'm not sure if wewe upendo me,
au is it this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
Music
I'm the villain babe,
You're suppose to stop me from coming,
au have a luck save.
I've got a hook,
And i'm pretty sure wewe know,
Its got something to do with your looks.
I'm not sure if wewe upendo me,
au is it this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
wewe sat me down on a rock hard chair,
wewe told me i'd never leave,
But i didnt care!
You're the good guy,
And i aint,
Its time to say good bye, this aint our fate.
wewe fight for the good,
But i dont, i dont.
I'm not sure it wewe upendo me,
au i it just this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
You're the hero i'm suppose to hate,
But we dont play kwa the rules,
wewe took me on a date,
ANd when wewe got home, your freinds were like,
"You aint welcome back, Go get a life!"
Guess i have to say i'm sorry,
I didnt mean to casue ya trouble baby.
I'm not sure if wewe upendo me,
au is it this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
Music
I'm the villain babe,
You're suppose to stop me from coming,
au have a luck save.
I've got a hook,
And i'm pretty sure wewe know,
Its got something to do with your looks.
I'm not sure if wewe upendo me,
au is it this good guy,
Bad girl chemistry?
Somewhere in the Arctic, 4:49 a.m.
Nathan curled up on the rocky floor of the dark cave, protected from the snow for now. He'd found a piece of rock chipped off from the edges of the cavern and had somehow created a spark that had ignited into a flame. How it was sustaining, well, he didn't know. But it was keeping him warm, and for that he was grateful.
It suddenly dawned on him that he felt immensely drained, nearly useless. His moyo wasn't beating as fast as usuall. Pushing himself up, he went to find a pool of ice, to see what was wrong. What he saw shocked him: his hair had turned to it's orginal mocha hue, a sign of no powers.
He sighed, and realized with a jolt he was in a cave. A cave... and the last person he'd seen was the Batman's daughter. This small fact slightly amused him, but amusement turned to worry. "Fin..." he murmured. "Why can't wewe see past what I've done? Why can't wewe see that I upendo you?"
It suddenly dawned on him that he felt immensely drained, nearly useless. His moyo wasn't beating as fast as usuall. Pushing himself up, he went to find a pool of ice, to see what was wrong. What he saw shocked him: his hair had turned to it's orginal mocha hue, a sign of no powers.
He sighed, and realized with a jolt he was in a cave. A cave... and the last person he'd seen was the Batman's daughter. This small fact slightly amused him, but amusement turned to worry. "Fin..." he murmured. "Why can't wewe see past what I've done? Why can't wewe see that I upendo you?"