Archangel {A Robin Love Story}

Second Chances

I'm back from camp! Yay. Whilst I was away, my friend took the liberty of editing my story. He left some quite funny side notes, that turned into joking arguments between him and I. I might put in an authors note here and there and write his comments because they were quite funny. I wrote ten and a half pages more thus far, totalling fifty one. :D To some it's not much but I'm proud. But anyway, on with the story.

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Scarlett's POV

It had become a regular thing for me in the past eleven years, healing all my injuries the moment I got them. Since I was six, after surviving a shopping mall explosion without a scratch, I acquired the ability of healing. I later found that it wasn't just fixing things, I could also harm just as easily. That was the slightly more disturbing side of my ability. The only catch was I needed to touch the person or thing to heal or harm them. The only thing I'd ever done to harm someone on purpose was break a bully's knuckle after she punched me in the face.

Technically, I couldn't be injured. My powers only did go so far, and they could be drained. I decided when I turned fifteen to use my powers for good, and that created Archangel. Archangel was a hero I created, the healer of the city. I went out at night, healing people who needed it. Sometimes, I'd confront a few robbers or stalkers. I chose the name Archangel because I was pretty sure I was healed by one when I was six. I wore a black one-piece suit with long sleeves and pants. It had blood red angels wings on the shoulders, with white accents on the tips. They weren't actual feathers, or overhanging materials. It was just a design, made of the same material as the rest of the suit.

I had a pair of black leather combat boots that went to just below my knee. My mask was pretty cool too. It was blood red, and resembled the angel's wings on my shoulders. It had white accents as well. I had a voice distorter too. It was like a retainer for my mouth except in only covered the roof of my mouth. I don't know how it worked, I just know it worked really well. I made myself dinner of ravioli with tomato sauce. My dad got home around nine, one hour till I was going out.

"Hey Dad." I called as he opened the door and dropped his keys in the bowl next to the door.

"Hey."

"How was work?"

"Good." Dad replied. "You've eaten already, right?" I nodded.

"I'm going to bed." I said.

"Okay." My dad replied. I got up and headed to my room, calling Clove in with me.

"Goodnight, I love you." I called as I shut the door just as he returned the phrase. I took off my boots and brushed my teeth. I locked my bedroom door, and sat on my bed, waiting for ten o'clock to roll around. I heard my dad go to bed around nine forty-five, and then I started getting ready. I brushed my hair and swept it up into a high ponytail, and slipped on my tight black suit. I strapped on my belt and laced up my boots.

I didn't put on any makeup, because I found it tedious. When I came home, I would want to be able to go straight to bed after taking off my suit. I didn't want to have to worry about taking my makeup off. My belt had a bunch of grappling hooks on it, my tracking device, various gadgets and a row of throwing knives, just in case. The final touch was my mask, that kept anyone from knowing who I really was. I climbed out the window, silently shooting a grappling hook to the building across the alley from me. I jogged over the rooftops, keeping my eyes open for trouble.

I headed to the main and closest hospital, Gotham General. When I got there, I climbed around the outside, looking in the windows for people who severely needed healing. I spotted a little girl who had cancer. I could sense what was wrong with a person most of the time, but cancer was an obvious one. She was completely bald, from countless chemotherapy treatments. She was dangerously thin and barely breathing, but still beautiful. She looked to be about nine or ten. She was too young. I waited for her to fall asleep, and for everyone to leave the room. I opened the window, and climbed inside.