"Did you want to hurt yourself?" Dick sighed once more, he was too young for all this sighing.
Naomi looked around the room before looking down at the floor. "If I tell you this shit, you've gotta help me. I need you to promise."
"Promise." Dick replied without hesitation, licking his lips and preparing for the story.
"They had a tracker in me, I cut it out of my leg in the alley before you found me." Naomi explained to him, taking another look around the room.
Dick looked puzzled, not knowing if he should be calling her bluff or not. "Who's they?"
"They're watching." Naomi spat out, seeing the red dot out of the corner of her eye. She got up but this time Dick didn't stop her, she looked the camera dead in the eye and ripped it off the wall.
"Is that a-" Dick questioned as she handed it to him, standing in front of where he sat.
"We need to get out of here." Naomi interrupted, going for the door when Dick took her bicep.
He looked down at her, Dick still didn't know what to believe. He truly wanted to think that Naomi was just crazy, but after the camera he didn't know what to think. "Promise you're not bullshitting me?"
"Pinkie promise." Naomi winked, leaving the hospital room without a limp now. Dick was shocked at the quick recovery, starting to gaslight himself into thinking it was adrenaline.
"Detective Grayson." two men in black walked over, they both had sunglasses and guns on their hips. Once they got close enough Naomi twisted one of their arms, kicking the other in the face and leaving them both on the floor.
"Okay who the hell are you?" Dick called as Naomi ran towards the parking garage, with the detective close behind her. They made it to the level with Dick's car, which she immediately waved off. Naomi began to hot-wire a random car, getting into the driver's seat. "Hey adults only, you aren't 16."
Naomi rolled her eyes, gesturing towards two men running towards them. After slamming into both with the vehicle, Naomi sped out of the parking garage and into the roads. "Have you got any safe houses around here?"
"Take a left." Dick instructed, he was so jacked on adrenaline himself that he no longer questioned the situation. Naomi sped up after seeing a black car tailing them. "Who the hell are these guys?"
"My captors." Naomi replied, taking a sharp right turn all of a sudden. "Just got out after 8 years."
"8 years?" Dick exclaimed, he tried to rake his brain for cases of missing girls in the area but he couldn't.
Naomi, suddenly spun around and caused the vehicle to crash into a wall before she drove off in the other direction. "How about I explain this to you when we aren't being chased?"
"Take another left!" Dick yelled as she almost missed it, so another sharp turn she took. After a few minutes they lost the agents, pulling up to a solid wall.
"The hell is this?" Naomi looked to him as Dick hit a button on his phone, opening the wall. "This is some superhero level secrecy." Dick couldn't help but laugh, they parked the car and the wall closed once more.
They walked inside, it was almost completely dark, mainly because everything in this lair was black. Naomi turned her head around to look at cars, weapons and screens everywhere. "Dick Grayson!" a loud voice called out, which made Dick flinch.
"That's me, Dick!" he called back and Naomi let out a giggle, biting her lip as she looked around her.
"Who is this?" Bruce Wayne came out of the darkness, this time nobody flinched at the sudden entrance.
Dick stood up to Bruce, crossing his arms as Naomi walked over to join. "Bruce, I found her in an alley, she's some sort of enhanced who's been missing for years."
Naomi made eye contact with Bruce, not breaking it for a second. "Look all I need-"
"Stop." Bruce interrupted as Naomi put up her hands in defence. "Where did you come from?"
"Here in Gotham." Naomi replied, she still didn't completely trust them. "Now can I go-"
"Where in Gotham?" Dick now interrupted her, both were facing Naomi completely.
She swallowed, now slightly intimidated. "They called it the C.A.T project. I was the last one, they killed everyone else."
"What was the project?" Bruce calmly replied, he had an idea where this was going. Dick nodded, a way of saying she could trust him.
"They took me when I was seven, killed my mom. They use a technology to assess who has the best genetics for the training." Naomi explained, suddenly her throat felt dry.
Dick nodded again, knowing there was more she had to share with them. "Who is they?" Dick asked her.
"All of them had masks, except for the big guy, his name was Dalton." Naomi admitted, this went against literally all of her training.
"Describe him to me." Bruce inquired, pulling up a photo on his computer as they spoke.
Naomi looked to Dick and swallowed, her hands were shaking again. "6'4, dark hair and eyes. Strong and a scar on his eyebrow."
"Is this him?" Bruce produced an image onto the screen, his voice sounded deeper now. Naomi nodded, not being able to say much else about the man who ruined her life.
"Shawn Dalton." Dick shook his head, if she wasn't lying this was astounding to him. "What kind of training Naomi?"
Naomi tapped her fingers, deciding to tell the complete raw truth. "They were training us to kill, to be personal assassins for rich men."
"You killed people?" Dick looked at her, she was too young for him to think about her doing that.
"I had no choice, he'd threaten to hurt me if I didn't. But it didn't matter, because he killed them all." Naomi looked down to the floor, she hadn't fully thought about what'd happened yet.
Bruce tapped his fingers on the table now. "Who did he kill? Why did Dalton kill them?" he asked.
"I don't know why he killed them, but I'm the last one out there. He kept me alive to watch, I was Dalton's favourite so he wanted to keep me." Naomi explained as Dick rubbed his head stressfully.
"His favourite?" Bruce repeated her words, not wanting his assumption to be correct. Naomi was leaving a key part out, they could feel it and she knew it.
•part one•
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