"Hey, Frost!" Pounding. At the door, on the walls, in my head.

Just have to be happy a while longer. I thought with a small sigh. I got out of my chair and opened the door with a fake smile.

"Yeah?" I look up at my brother, Damian Wayne. He's taller then me, by a lot. Spikey black hair, greenish blue eyes. It's hard to believe we're actually twins. I'm blonde, with blue eyes, which is quite unbelievable, seeing as he towered over me. Bart was shorter....

Bart. The moment I thought about him, I felt like I needed to go sit in a corner and cry. But I didn't. And Damian says that's all that matters.

"We... Ah... Found out who killed Bart." He replied curtly, and I felt my own muscles tense. He knew I would get revenge. Eventually, and if not, now.

"Who was it?" I narrow my eyes, folding my arms across my chest.

"You know the blonde kid from school you hate?"

"There's a lot of blonde kids at school I hate."

"No, the one Wally calls a demon with Bart's face?"

I nod. "Thad?"

"Him." Damian's eyes narrowed.

"He's not living another day." I growl, pushing my door shut to change into costume.

"Frost- What are you doing?!" Damian yelled through the door, just as I began slipping on the orange and black Tigress costume I was not supposed to have.

I grabbed the daggers quickly off my dresser, and jumped out the open window.

"Frost!" I hear calls after me as I spin myself around a lamp post. Looking up, I see my father with his head out the window. Not exactly my main concern at the moment. I was going to avenge Bart's death, and I was going to do it now.

After a few moments of sprinting around Gotham City in attempt of finding Inhertia, aka Thaddeus Thawne, I spotted a specific blonde male with a black and green version of Impulse's costume. I spun on a heal, charging at Inhertia.

I kept all the curses I wanted to say in, seeing as children were around with parents covering their eyes. Inhertia soon noticed me as I quickly cut his arm with the sharp blade of a dagger.

He grabbed my wrist and yanked me to him, causing me to be in close contact with him, close enough to kill him. But before I could bring the blade to his chest, I was shoved into a brick wall. I looked at my hands and dropped the blade immediatley.

Lightning sparked at my fingertips, and I quickly sprint forward, dodging an attack from Inhertia and sending a shock into his back, giving enough pain to startle him. But that wasn't going to work.

The villianous blonde speedster zoomed past, his fist colliding with my jaw.

"C'mon, baby tiger." He taunted. "You can't hurt me while I still have a Bart face."

I knew he was right. But what I also knew was that he wasn't going to have a Bart face for long.

I charged at him, sending balls of electricity flying at his chest. Tigress doesn't have lightning powers, but that isn't my concern. This was my fight, not hers.

After a while, he fell to the ground. He looked dead to me, his skin growing pale. I stay quiet, looking down at the speedster. How was he a clone to Bart? Bart would never hurt me, never mind try to kill me. But this was Thad we were talking about, being driven to the bad side by Professor Zoom.

The air flew out of my chest as I was caught around the waist at super speed. I looked down to see a yellow masked Flash looking ahead as he ran. Professor Zoom. He was going to avenge Thad. But I can't go down without a fight.

So quickly, I push one of my other daggers into the villianous speedster's shoulder. I pushed it down as hard as I can, watching blood ooze out of the deep gash in his shoulder, staining the yellow suit a crimson red around the area. He threw me at a brick wall, and I heard my wrist crack. I grit my teeth in pain, and I reached out with that hand to grab my dagger, only to send another flare of pain rushing up my arm. I stand, only to be smashed into the brick wall again, as if he's trying to put me through it.

I held a dagger out in front of me, only to be smashed into the wall yet again. This time, head first. I growl in pain, my vision becoming dizzy. I had a hand to the back of my head, then pulled it in front of me. Blood. I'll be dead soon if I don't get help. All people did was stare at me, and I realized my vision was darkening. I hated death, but I knew I could get through it.... Alive.

Soon enough, I passed out of blood loss, the world turning black.