It wasn't long until they were slowing down and Violet could see the museum in the near distance. It was a big building with pillars and to many steps up to the entrance. It normally glowed in the late afternoon sun but not today. There was a scene of chaos as soon as they got within a three block radius of the building the air was filled with the screams of innocent by standards. Richard slowed the bike, turning into an ally and after pressing a button that put it into battle mode, got off. Violet followed his lead dismounting along side him. The alley was dank, dark and smelled of garbage. Though it was clear of anyone else, and the skirmish taking place on the main street, it didn't seem much safer.
In the few moments if took for Violet to look over the area Richard changed. He was dressed in all black with dark grey highlighted areas and a blue bird across his chest, the wings on the bird were spread from one shoulder to the next. His outfit was clearly made for combat, reenforced at key points and his eyes were covered by a mask. He really did have that outfit with him at all times. It was a new one though, when she met him he didn't look like this. He was shorter back then and sported red instead of blue. It had only been three years since their first meeting and a lot had changed in that time. He no longer was a young boy, he had grown up a bit, gotten taller and taken on a new name. He wasn't Robin the Boy Wonder anymore, no he was Nightwing.
"Stay here, you'll be safe," he was close enough to feel the breath on her cheek when he said so. She wanted to lean in and kiss him but understood it was a risk at the moment. She stepped back looking down as she did so, "and try to stay out of trouble." he continued with a teasing smile on his lips.
"I'll try my best." She lifted her head to roll her eyes at him, crossing her arms and leaning her weight back on one foot in a gesture of teasing annoyance. "But you know it's never easy for me to stay out of the spotlight." she said this as she made a big gesture upward as though to the lights of a stage. After a quick laugh at her Nightwing got onto his bike as gave her one more fleeting look before zooming into action.
Violet walked over to the opening of the alley to get a better picture of what was happening. She couldn't see much through the veil of smoke and dust cloud coming off the museum and near by buildings. Batman was already in the middle of the fray, zip lining from one building to the next and diving back into the mix. Violet was still trying to see who they were up against. She walked out of the alley to catch sight of the assailants, and put her ill mind to ease. What she did see made her heart skip a beat. Violet saw the distinct tell tales signs of her mother and company.
The tops and walls of buildings were infested with thorn covered vines and beautifully toxic flowers of every sort. It was to her knowledge the prettier something was the more dangerous, and each bloom was angelic in appearance.
Each step she took closer to the scene became harder, the shaking had only worsened at the sight of the vines and flowers. Soon one by one her steps slowed getting less unsteady until she had to hold herself up by leaning her back against a wall. The contours of the rock against her body felt rough and she used the gagged rock to calm her nerves, she pressed her shaking hands against the rock and concentrated on bringing her breathing to normal, but before she could relish her triumph a giggle came from Violet's left.
"Heya, flower what'cha doing around he're?" It was the mistress of laughs, 'Auntie' Harley. There was one of two possibilities; she was here with Violets mother or her one and only "Pudd'n." It didn't look good with either scenarios.
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