Whispers of Identity (Batfamily Fanfic)

Chapter 32: Context

Jason's POV:

I look at Amara with narrow eyes, "What is he talking about?"

Amara chuckles nervously, "Yeah, Br- Mr. Wayne. What are you talking about?"

Bruce tosses a mask, a mask I was very familiar with, "You're Sparrow... Are you serious!?" I snap, holding my head.

Dick frowns, "Wait, if you're Sparrow then..."

Amara gives up, letting out a sigh before nodding, "yes... Leora is Robyn"

The room was quiet, letting everything sink in.

"I expected Leora to be Sparrow honestly, since she is the most chaotic one I've met" Steph said nonchalantly.

Everyone nods in agreement. Even me, despite having known them the longest.

Amara frowns, "Seriously!? What about me doesn't fit Sparrow's-"

"Bruce is a billionaire and he's serious. You are a billionaire and serious" Tim says, his logic quite sound.

Amara slaps her forehead, "What about Oliver Queen!?"

"He's an exception" I cut in, crossing my arms.

I notice Amara turn to me, chuckling nervously.

I frown, my anger starting to boil, "Funny, isn't it? You were mad at me for hiding the fact that I was alive while you and Leora were hiding the fact that you guys were busy being vigilantes"

Amara scoffs, "That's different."

"How is it different!?" I snap. I notice Amara stay still, just glaring daggers at me. To think she was still the same as I remember.

I knew this was the thing that separated the two sisters. Leora was more sensitive than she seemed while Amara could take a hit without reacting.

"You think it was easy for me to handle your death!? I could barely live with everything!" Amara snaps back.

I roll my eyes, "That's what everyone keeps saying the same thing. If it's hurting you so much, couldn't you just let it go!? I thought you were more mature than this!"

Everyone remained silent as Amara and I were fighting. I was a little annoyed that no one was trying to stop this. Even Alfred had been told to leave.

"I became a vigilante so no other kid ended up like you! You- you! Argh!" She gets frustrated.

I scoff, "Sure, you're helping kids but you had to do it as a vigilante? Did Leora even try to stop you!?"

"Oh don't bring her into this! I would have killed to make sure she didn't get involved!"

"Now you care about this? I never wanted you guys to end up in this job! You're just risking your lives for nothing!"

"For nothing!?"

Dick and Cass eventually pull both of us away. We both were still glaring daggers at each other.

"I think we should try to calm down now-"

"Not now!" Me and Amara yelled, cutting of Tim.

Tim gives up, looking at Dick but he simply shakes his head.

I get out of his grip and stomp my way over to Amara, "You have no right to talk about yourself like you did the right thing! Because of you, Leora can't even sleep at night because of that recording-"

Amara frowns, "What recording?"

Everyone looks at me with confusion while I stood there, regretting bring this up.

Even Bruce looked at me, "What recording are you talking about, Jason?"

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Leora's POV:

"Oh no, whatever shall I do" I say dramatically, still strapped to the chair.

"Hmm, you're an interesting one, Sparrow" The Grandmaster says, "tho I suppose it matches your character"

I roll my eyes. I couldn't be happier that this fool managed to confuse me with Amara but even I was getting annoyed.

"Oh? The fact that I'm supposed to be your little Talon experiment gone wrong? Your talsperiment?" I raise my eyebrow. For the first time, even I cringed at my own joke but then again, I can't think in pressure... that's the best excuse I can give Amara now.

The Grandmaster looks at me without moving an inch, "... I assumed that the training would have made you a little more like a Talon. Perhaps I should have gotten rid of the Fermonts long before they got their hands on you"

My eyes narrow as I look at them. 'They killed the Fermonts? Not a random guy, a Talon?' I thought.

The Grandmaster couldn't help but smirk, "Not a Talon, my dear" he says, already knowing what I was thinking, "that man... he's just someone who was willing to do our job in return for some... fortune"

I couldn't help but stiffen as he got closer, immediately debating if I should leave now or not. I grip the rope around me tightly, anticipating what he was about to do.

I felt a sharp blade near my cheek. I bite my tongue, watching as the blade drew first blood, "I suppose I now understand what it was about beating up an annoying bird that aligned with the Joker's tastes. You do look good in red"

I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, my blood pumping faster as I felt something I hadn't in years.

Fear.