They were going to leave; everything was going to be fine. Nightwing would be fine, the Electrocutioner would be behind bars and she could go home. Her dad looked, well he looked disgusting to put it lightly; but she could hear the calm love in his voice, the love of a father to a child as the two turned away from the hero and started out of the giant warehouse. She may not like the guy, but he did save her life a couple times so she felt a bit in debt to him. That was until the smoke pelt went off and the whole room filled of a thick gray smoke. 

Her father snapped, shoving her away from him who caused her to stumble backwards and nearly fall to the ground. She caught herself though, her arms in a lot of pain compared to anything else and she couldn’t see! The voice of the Commissioner was the most heartbreaking thing she had ever heard. She had high hopes that her father would just let them go; there was no reason for all of this. But then again, she had just learned that her father was, in fact, a villain and villain’s don’t play by the rules.

As the banter went on she looked from left to right. She had a couple of options; one was to run for it, the other was to play stupid and the third was a lot more risky. Can you guess which route she chose? She took off in the direction of the Commissioner’s voice. Surround him were men with guns and though the room was filled from top to bottom with smoke, they kept their guns point at the Commissioner. Without giving it a second thought she began to take out the men in the darkness of the smoke one by one. Small thuds and cracks could be heard as she weaved from one to another knocking them unconscious. [i]Go go go go go![/i] She mentally urged herself as she went through the guards and got them knocked out. She couldn’t free the commissioner, she had no knife or anything but she pulled him to his feet and shoved him towards the door as a signal to go before she dashed away from him. Leaving the man baffled at what had happened, and hopefully he’d get the hint.

Her silent footsteps in the run took her towards the area where Nightwing had most likely gone. He wouldn’t have tried to get passed them; there were too many people at the time. Now there was just Two-Face and his daughter… who practically tripped over the hero who was lying on the floor. “Nightwing?” She said in a harsh whisper. Reaching out she felt the rubber of his suit and knew it was him. With that she jumped to her feet and grabbed him by his suit; with all the force she had she pulled him to his feet facing her. “Keep your smartass comments to yourself and let me do most of the talking.” Without giving a moment to explain herself further she put her little plan into action.

The smoke finally settled and Two-Face seemed to roar with disapproval of Nightwings actions but it wasn’t until he found the direction of Nightwing that he saw a horrible sight. “Dad…” The young blonde sobbed, Nightwing’s weapon pinned against her throat and her hands ‘pinned’ behind her back of his sight, “Dad… Ddddad…” Her voice was sobbing, tears rolling down her face. “Dad I want to go home. I need to see a doctor. My arms hurt really bad, I need to see a doctor! Please.,. dad…” Tears streamed down her cheeks and she was sobbing intensely, the tears was from the pain of her arms.