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5 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

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"..She can't stay, Piett, end of conversation." A deep voice spoke out from the darkness. It took a while before the ability to open my eyes had returned, before then all I saw was black.

"Anakin, she needs someone to look after her," the other voice tried to argue but this 'Anakin' guy just wouldn't budge.

"Yeah, with her actual family. Bruce Wayne will take care of his own daughter." The man hissed.

"If he took good care of her, she wouldn't get kidnapped by your old man in the first place!"

Soon my vision began coming back to me. I slowly started to open them while letting out a tired groan. The voices grew silent and a loud sigh echoed around the room.

"Great, you woke her up, just wonderful." He mumbled out loud. The other guy ignored him and slowly walked towards me instead. My vision was blurry but I could still catch on some details. He was tall, tan and had curly, raven hair. He crouched down a bit and gently placed his hands on my shoulders as he started shaking them a bit.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," he said soft, quiet voice. I fully opened my eyes and his face was now as clear as ever. My eyes grew wide as my gaze landed on the different sizes of scars wich was scattered all over his face. He looked very...intimidating.

He quickly understood why I got so scared and backed away a just a little. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he said in a gentle voice.

I stayed silent and took in my surroudings. I was laying on a white couch which I had unfortunatly stained with some of my blood. I turned my gaze up, only to lay eyes on the other man. It was probably the man who didn't want me here.

The man had dark blonde hair, tho the color was closer to a sandy brown. His eyes were as blue as the sky. It wasn't hard to spot his muscles, anyone could easily tell he worked out, a lot. As I kept staring at him the guy infront of me saw and sighed.

"And he won't either, right, Anakin." He spoke harshly as he turned his face to glare at him. Anakin rolled his eyes and kept cleaning one of the many blood covered daggers that lied on a small coffee table with a mid-sized cloth.

"What happened?" I held my forhead in my hand, my head hurt like hell,. "Where am I?" I asked questions while trying to locate any wounds on my body, but every single scrape had already been treated.

"You were taken by the joker and his crew of bandit clowns. The police were on their way so we had to leave in a hurry so we would be able to make it." He answered all my questions with short and simple replies.

I tried to sit up straight on the couch, with the guy's help I was able to. "Who are you guys?" I asked, my eyes locked onto the dirty blonde man sitting before me. His gaze traveled away from the dagger he held in his big veiny hand, and up to meet mine.

"My name is Anakin Skywalker. That," he nodded towards the nicer guy who was still crouching down in front of me, "is Firmus Luthor." He finished and went back to cleaning his precious daggers.

"Yep, but my friends or...'friend' I guess, calls me Piett." He smiled at me before rising up to his feet again, both of these men were incredibly tall. My mind traveled back to when he was introduced by Anakin. "Did he say Luthor? As in-" I started asking before I got cut off by Piett.