Chapter 15

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Faced with villains.

Leaving behind fear.

We walk this path,

To defeat whatever comes near.

Joker.

Harley.

Poison Ivy.

Riddler.

Penguin.

And what was left of Joker's men.

Batman.

Nightwing.

And me - Batwoman.

Today I fight to destroy these villains and save Gotham from all hell on Earth.

My father fights for our family.

Nightwing fights for all three of us and his own problems he's faced.

The fight begins.

My father defeats Penguin, which was easy because Penguin isn't very strong.

Nightwing kills off Riddler.

And I fight the Joker's henchmen.

My father and Nightwing join and we kill them, too.

Harley and Ivy are left. Nightwing and I kill Harley, and my father is pinned to the ground by Ivy.

"Let him go," I order.

"What if I don't?", she teases.

"Don't start, Ivy. LET MY FATHER GO!", I order.

By this time, Gordon arrives with his men, surrounding us.

"Let him go," Gordon orders.

"Honey, you can't do anything. There's no use," my father says to me.

"DAD! THAT'S NONSENSE! YOU WANT TO GIVE UP NOW? WHAT ABOUT ME? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? I'M NOT JUST GOING TO SIT HERE AND WATCH YOU DIE, DAD! WE'RE FIGHTING FOR THE SAFETY OF GOTHAM AND OUR FAMILY. FEMALE OR NOT, DEFEAT HER!!!!!", I reply.

He looks at her, then back at me. She stomps down on his chest and he goes unconscious.

I strike Ivy with my knife and stab her out of anger.

No, I wasn't angry.

I was furious.

I carry my unconscious father back to the Batmobile and place him in the passenger seat. Nightwing gets in the back quietly, knowing he shouldn't speak right now. I drive back to the mansion, leaving the murderous scene behind.

We arrive home, and I carry my father inside.

"Go get Alfred," I ordered Nightwing.

Shortly after, he comes back with Alfred. Alfred gives my father medical attention while Nightwing and I take off our suits.

"Amelia!", Alfred calls.

I run back into my dad's room where he was, and my father was finally awake.

"Dad," I say.

"Amelia. Did you kill her?", he asks, referring to Ivy.

"She's good and dead," I reply.

"Good," he responds.

"Get some sleep, dad. You need it," said, getting ready to leave his room.

"Wait," he said.

"What?"

"Amelia, I think it's time. I'm putting Batman to rest," he said.

"We'll talk about this in the morning. Get some sleep," I reply, walking away and heading up to my room.

But I didn't sleep.

I cried.


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