The True Queen of Gotham

A strong bond, but a weak heart

(Rocket POV)

I quickly ran out of my home, leaving everybody confused by my actions, and shot into the air. I flew as fast as I could, hoping that Jason was okay

I had chanced a glanced at my security cameras I have placed all around the surrounding streets, only to see Jason right on the edge of my shadow glitch, being attacked by several cunts in an alleyway

When I could hear the grunts and wheezes from Jason, I shot to the ground and tackled the men. We all went rolling until I stood up quickly. I looked at Jason and he was sitting against the wall, gasping for breath, holding his side

I was so pissed

I grabbed one of the goons, lifting him by the shirt, and punched him hard in his stomach. He let out a rush of air and went flying into traffic, getting hit and run over by a truck

I grabbed the next guy, slamming him into the ground, over and over until he stopped breathing

The next one, I threw as hard as I could into the air, I didn't care where he landed, but I did see he cleared a couple of buildings

The last guy I took out my knife for, as he tried to crawl away in fear, but I grabbed the back of his head and stabbed him just below his skull. When he stopped moving, I ripped out my blade and cleaned it on his shirt

Putting my knife away, I quickly walked up to Jason who smiled at me "Thank you" He whispered "Just give me a sec"

I sat beside him and asked "Why are you out here alone?"

"Because you kinda took Bruce out of commission for a while" He chuckled, but groaned and pressed on his side "I think they broke some ribs"

"You're an idiot" I sighed "You're also in civilian clothes, so be honest, why are you out here?"

He sighed as I leaned beside him against the wall "I....I was hoping to capture you, you know, be a hero. Everybody knows where you live, so I was going to pretend to be a civilian and walk in like I was a fan"

"Ya really want me that bad?"

"No. But it would make people very happy"

"Is making others happy really what ya want?" I asked "Aren't your feelings important too?"

"My feelings don't matter in the grand scheme of things, what matters is justice" He stated like a mantra "You confessed to doing a lot of bad things on TV, now everyone's after you. I just thought that if it was me, you wouldn't fight back"

I let out a deep breath and nod "You're right, I wouldn't fight ya, but I also wouldn't let ya take me. I've got too much too do to be sitting in a cell, besides, what do you think my Queens would do if ya had taken me?"

"I didn't think of that" He mumbled "I guess I failed again, and to add insult to injury, I got beat up in the process" He groaned "I really suck at this hero thing, it seems no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get it right"

"Have ya tried doing it your way?" I asked him

He looked at me and frowned "What do you mean?"

"Well, it seems ya keep doing what Bat-Shingles keeps telling ya, but ya have your own voice, your own mind and style, have ya tried doing it your way?"