Pressure

If Veronica was freaked out before, she was absolutely terrified, now.

She went back to pulling, yanking, and rubbing at the old, s****y ropes until they finally snapped. With a sigh of relief, Veronica ran to the door and tried to twist the knob, but it was no use.

"Of course," she breathed out. "It's never that simple."

Looking around, the young, blood covered woman searched for an escape. Though the only thing she could concentrate on was the sound of the bomb ticking down above her before it would explode and potentially kill her and the other girl in there.

Veronica didn't want to go like this.

Who would?

Especially after hearing stories about Jason Todd, Bruce still blamed himself for the death.

Veronica hadn't payed too much attention to the other person that was tied up. She knew the girl had a pulse, but that was all she knew. For now, though, she needed to focus on trying to get them out.

Veronica ran and began to try and push some crates together to try and climb up and out the window and possibly get help for the girl, but the crates were far too heavy for her weak body to push. The crates were about the size of a VW Bug, and from what she can tell, they felt about as heavy as one, too.

With a groan, she walked over to the other hostage and shook her lightly, recieving a groan in response. Slowly, Veronica removed the bag from the girls' head, cautious of what she may find.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the girl.

Her lip was busted, her tooth was chipped, her eyes were swollen shut, her nose was obviously broken, judging by the odd angle it was twisted in, and worst of all, she appeared to be missing her left ear, like it was torn clean off her head.

And to make matters worse? It was her little sister, the one that had been missing for years. Veronica knew she should have tried better to keep her sister safe, even though they were young. She still felt the great guilt and pain knowing it was her fault that the clown couple had killed her parents and that the horrible man had taken her sister.

"Sanova..." Veronica whispered, already feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry..."

Sanova tilted her head up a little, looking at what she couldn't see.

"F**k you." She hissed. Sanova didn't want anything to do with her sister, nothing at all. She blamed Veronica for the death of her parents, and she always would.

The bomb was getting dangerously close to zero as Veronica looked above them, chewing on her lip.

"Veronica? Veronica!" Nightwing yelled, a window being smashed open.

"Richard!" She yelled.

She began running in the direction she heard the voice come from, but a deafening beep rang clear throughout the warehouse before the following blast and burst of flames sent Veronica and Sanova flying like ragdolls.

Reviews

[J.A. Marquez]

Having read through it all now here is my review: While in many cases "fan fiction" is a cheesy and unreadable mess I think you have something here. These chapters definitely need some reworking. The story is good, but there is an issue with structure. I like that you tell two stories and bring them together, but you have to make sure that the details of each individual story are separate and clear. I actually am not a Batman fan myself so it is a testament to your ability to tell a story when I say I read all of this. So yeah, just clean it up a bit and you have something really neat.