I'm about to lose my shit.

"Please, can you guys help me?" The girl proceeds, looking petrified. I don't care. I care about HOW THE FUCK DOES SHE KNOW THAT INFORMATION!

"Who are you? Is this some kind of sick, practical joke?" Dick interrogates.

"I remember." She says, looking deep in thought. She turns to him first, "People were happy that night."

"What the hell is this?" Dick asks.

She continues, "You most of all." Then turns to me, "People were beat up that night. You were so excited." I try to speak but no words form. She goes back to Dick, "Your parents. I watched them fall," Once again she looks at me, "And I watched your mom get stabbed. Both of you kept wishing it was a dream," Her voice cracks, "Wishing you would wake up."

"Who put you up to this?" Dick questions.

"Yeah, who the hell sent you?" I finally get out.

"Everything led me here. To the both of you. It can't be by accident. You've got to help me. I don't know how-" She starts to panic. Impossible, I wasn't even here a week ago.

"You want help? So you throw a brick at a cop car?" Dick presses.

"You don't understand," Her voice gets higher.

"What's there to understand?" I snap at the same time Dick offers, "Okay, help me understand."

"Someone killed my mom," She rushes out. Well, that shut us up pretty quickly.

Dick takes a moment to process before pulling out a notepad and pen for her, "Okay. Name. Address."

She does what she's told while sniffling. Now what? Why didn't she start off with that! Andddd this is one of the many reasons why I'm not a detective.

My knee bounces really fast while we wait. I don't like this. A stranger knowing something that personal about me. I see Dick glance over at me, like he's about to to say or do something, but the girl places the pen down, sliding the notepad back to Dick and I.

We both read it as, Rachel, now I know her name, starts back up, "She was all I had. The only person in the world who cared for me," She picks up the pen handing it over to us, "I'm alone now." We both go to reach for it and she grabs both our hands.

3rd Person POV

As Rachel grabs both Dick and Alison's hands, her power comes out. She gets flashes of each of their pasts.

First is Dick's. Rachel see's his parents dead bodies, police and everyone at the show surrounding them, while a Dick is crying. Then a man grabs his shoulder and says, "I want to help you." The scene changes and Rachel see's him in a huge house setting down a bag and going over to a gold tray with an envelope that has his name on it.

Next, Rachel see's flashes of Alison. Alison's younger-self screaming and crying over her mom's dead body, running away when the cops show up. Then her on the streets stealing. Next the scene changes to her coming face to face with an adult man. "I know who you really are,"  She says to the man. "Then you know I want to help you. You don't have to live this lifestyle anymore," The man responds to her. The scene changes once again to her being in the same ginormous house Dick was. She goes all around the house, taking things and sneaking them into her pockets. The last thing Rachel see's is a small box with Alison's name on it before she's brought back to reality.

Back to Alison's POV

After many seconds, Rachel gasps like she's coming out of a trance and jerks her hand off of ours. What's her deal? And why do I feel like I just got violated?

Dick looks puzzled at her for a second before standing, "Listen, we're gonna check this out, okay?" We? Who's we? I throw my head back in question but all I get is a head gesture for me to follow.

"Don't leave me here!" Rachel rushes out.

He turns back whilst I stand, brushing myself off. I don't wanna go "check it out" but I no longer want to be in here soooo.

"Rachel, you vandalized a police car. You're not going anywhere," Dick tells her.

"So, bye bye," I wave before moving to the door.

"You don't understand," If she says that one more time, I'm gonna lose it, "You need to lock me  up. Please," She begs starting to cry, "There is something inside of me. Something evil."

"Let's goooo," I mouth to Dick.

"We can't give you the kind of help you need. I will find someone who can," He answers.

"Don't leave me here," She tries one last time. Dick opens the door for us.

"I recommend a therapist," I call over my shoulder. There, at least I offered something so I don't get cursed or whatever since I feel something off about this situation.

"Look, we're sorry. We really are," Is the last thing Dick says before letting me out first and shutting the door.

We go to his desk for him to make a call. I see it's dark outside, how much longer is he gonna be? I angrily plop down in the chair across from Dick.

He starts talking on the phone as I loudly slam my feet on the desk, "Hey, so she's saying her mom was killed," He shoots me an annoyed, "If you could send someone down there, that'll be great," The person on the other line says a couple things, "Thanks." As the other person continues I turn my attention to the news that flashes up on all the tv's hanging around the office.

I hear the word violence and drop my head back to watch the tv behind me. I catch the rest of what the reporter is saying, "The Mayor has released a warrant on the crime fighting vigilante's known as Robin and Tamer, to leave Detroit immediately."Girl, I swear I'm trying. "Quote: "These are violent sociopaths." End quote."

Sociopath? Cute. Not the first time I've been called that, won't be the last. I lift my head back up to see the phone is hung up. I wasn't the only one watching.

"We're famous," I smirk at him.

"Get your feet off my desk," He ignores my comment. I settle further into the chair. He pushes them causing my legs to harshly fall.

"Ass," I mutter before standing, "I'm going to get some fresh air, if that's allowed." I don't wait for an answer, walking off to find my way outside.