Sequel to Shadows (Read that before this to understand).
"Like a black rose, her darkness was beautifully fatal." ~ E. Corona
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4 years. 4 years a villain. Within those 4 years I lost emotion, I was a killer, and I didn't care. I flipped a switc...
I don't own anything but original characters I may add. I don't own the plot of this chapter, it comes from Supernatural.
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Chapter 9 - Ghosts
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A/n - Early update because it's my birthday! I'm 13 now!
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"GUILT ISN'T ALWAYS A RATIONAL THING...GUILT IS A WEIGHT THAT WILL CRUSH YOU WHETHER YOU DESERVE IT OR NOT." {maureen johnson}
"Guys, we got a mission!" Nightwing announced to the lounging team.
He turned to me, who was sitting away from the team on one of the kitchen counter chairs. I had been taking baby steps towards a nice relationship with them since I had arrived, but that didn't mean I was welcome in their group during their free time. Sighing angrily, he clearly wanted to disobey whatever orders he had been giving.
"(Y/n), you can come but you'll be under strict supervision. This is a Klarion sighting and Bats, for whatever reason thinks you'd be a good asset to fight against him with what you've learned. That and you might know any codes and retinal scans we might need to get around. Your inhibitor bracelet, however, isn't going to be taken off."
I smiled in victory, holding back to urge to jump with joy. This would be my first real chance to prove my resolve to be with the heroes.
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The team arrived at the abandoned building, resting in the countryside of Gotham. As they walked through the doors they slammed shut behind us. We all jumped. I wiggled my fingers in anticipation, praying the bracelet would pick up on the situation correctly so I could use my powers if I needed to. My Black Rose uniform suddenly felt wrong. I was trying to be a hero while wearing my villain uniform.
"(Y/n)," someone spoke up. I spun around, expecting it to be one of the team members. Instead, I was faced with a young girl. An all too familiar, young girl. She was 15, blonde, beautiful, and too young for what happened to her- for what I did to her, "(Y/n)'s your real name. You never told me. Never gave me the chance to ask."
"I'm sorry Ally," I whispered, taking a cautious step back.
Wally stepped closer to me. The rest of the team was frozen with shock. None of them, new or old, knew who this girl was or how she knew me. I was glad they didn't, even if I would have to explain.
"I know who you are."
"If I would have-"
"Come to your senses sooner you wouldn't have done what you did? You did this to me. It's your fault! You made a bad choice and me and my family paid the price!"
