Candles and Crimes

[echo]

This sucks...That was all I could think while I sat there in an alley, all dolled up in my Echo outfit, sitting ontop of this goon with a bleeding lip who thought he could actually take me on with a little excuse for a kitchen knife. But that wasn't what I was complaining about now. It's just the tip of the iceberg. No, it wasn't the fact that I hadn't even gotten a decent pic of the Big Bad bat before I heard some old lady yelling for help, no, it wasn't the fact that this dumbass had actually gotten me to accidentally scratch myself, and no...It certainly wasn't the fact that the last person I dated got shot yesterday. No, it definately wasn't that, no, no no, not at all...certainly not....That would be...Would be completely ridiculus. I'm not the type to mull over the death of anyone, no, so why the hell was I still thinking about some dumb guy that got shot? Oh...Right...

because I let it happen, maybe? I'm sure that would be the logical, psychiatric way of looking at it. But, I didn't have time to give myself a psychoanalysis, as much as I would have loved that, the police sirens were finally coming in on the alley and I had to get out of there so they could pick up my mess. Or rather, Gotham's mess. Yup, their mess, and I'm just the one taking the little things that Batsy doesn't have time to deal with these days. It's no trouble....And it'd be less of a bother if maybe, just maybe, I'd get his attention someday and i could knock that Boy Blunder off the scales so I could be his side-kick. Hey, what's a girl like me to do? Foster parents traveling the world for the latest wines, straight A's and no supervision at home...It's like I was meant for this business. It's a little uncanny.

[echo]

I can't help it. I'm sitting on the roof top of a building, Goddess knows what it is, what it sells, how the prices are, and I'm watching the cops pick up some guy that I know I knocked out, that I 'took care of'. I'm a problemed kid, fifteen with too much energy and no where for it to go but into the punches that connect to the guys in my way and the pressure points on either side of their eyes, deadly when used right, my ace in the hole. Like I said, too much energy and nothing to do with it.

So at long last he's cuffed, head hanging, barely awake and going into a car that he'll only spend fifteen minutes in, tops. Who knows where he'll go from there. But I know already, even without reading throught the police men's minds, that they're already twisting a fairytale about how Batsy probably took this one down...No credit to me. I don't mind, what I do mind is being here and not even the Dark Knight knows about me. I'm the crazy kid with the camera and endless energy that goes out every night to get pictures of him and his Wonder Boy, I'm the crazy kid oout here every night making the streets slightly cleaner and putting some lessons learned to good use. I love Lady Shiva for that, she's so scary, even to me, but she's cool, too. Strong, independant, deadly woman. And she taught me most of what I know. A good woman. I'm done with ranting and I go on to skim the rooftops again, looking for the trouble that never comes to me. So I go to it. and it doesn't complain until I have it on the ground.