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"You're not special for winning a game
with someone who you know was never playing
She could have killed you
She had every right
You just caught her off guard tonight"
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Her head was pounding as she struggled to grasp the information. How did she even get here? The last thing Emma could recall was leaving her school after dismissal and wanting to have a small peak at where she'd be patrolling that night. In hindsight, it was not the best of ideas she had though she had done this all before without ending up tied in chair.
She weilded no weapon, as afterall she was just Emma at the moment, not Robin. The teen began to question if she even allowed to use her trainning in a moment like this? Surely it would raise questions if an average highschooler knew combat similar to the vigilantes of Gotham.
However, being trapped under her real identiety was the least of her worries. It was the two words she never expected to be in the same sentence, 'Joker' and 'father.' But not just anyone's father, her father. The crimminal infamous for killing a Robin from the past is the father of the Robin of today. Fifteen years she's been wanting this answer and now that she had it, although she had wished he to still be alive alive, she wished her father's name was etched on a tombstone.
Then there was the other culprit of this all, Bruce Wayne. Did he know? Was the only reason why he kept her around was to be sure she'd never find out about her biological father? Was he fostering her out of spite? Was she the potential payback he'd give for the death of Jason Todd? Now she had no clue who's side she was on. If she was able to escape, would she even return to Wayne Manor?
Though all the evidence had lined up perfectly, in defense Emma simply stated. "I have no idea what you are talking about. You've got the wrong kid, now let me go."
