Now for the story. (Click here for Part 1)
I scanned my computer several times, yet it kept saying the same thing. That there was trouble in both areas. What could I do now?
I called my dad, Nightwing, and told him the news and said that I had to ask for 'support'. And 'support' meant bad things... Very bad things... It was the only thing I could do, so I called a 'old friend'.
"Hello Beatrice... Long time no see huh?" I was in an abandon subway station and it was only me and my 'support'.
"Stop faking it the sweet talk, can I please just have some answers?" I asked impatiently.
"Sure," he said twirling his top hat. "What do ya want to know?"
I sighed, "Can't we have a face to face talk?"
He snickered, and walked into the light. His purple hair was lightly shimmering in the dim light, his pale skin was enough to make a man shiver, his green lips and black suit went perfect with his complexion and his black top hat with the purple shimmer.
"You want to know what's happening in Smallville and Gotham City.... right?" He asked.
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