One of the easiest rule that Davina had was one of the most important one.

Never, under any circumstances be a fucking hero.

This was because heros end up dead in Gotham or if they stuck long enough they'll just helped create a whole new kind of villain who felt wronged for the hero in some way, and had a personal vendetta against it, and this usually end up poorly for the common folks of Gotham who only wanted to go with their days.

And besides no one on her family was fond of wearing tight spandex suits — they were not crazy, that was for Gringos with way too much free time —

So don't breaking that rule was easy, you just had to look the other way a couple of time, and remember that you had more chances of making things worst than actually helping.

Like one of her Lela's neighbors.

He was new on town and in his first week he stumbled upon a poor fellow getting a beating.

Now usually the guys who were giving the beating would get bored after a while, and left the guy alone.

Yes, he would be severely hurt and with a couple of broken bones, but he would be utterly alive.

But her neighbor who didn't wanted to listen to her Lela's advice decide to interfere saying that he would call the police.

Wrong move.

The police did came.

Just that it did two hours later to pick up two dead bodies on the sidewalk.

You see? Acting like a hero didn't end good for no one.

And because of that Davina didn't break that rule even after she found out she was a meta.

Maybe if Davina had born and grown up in another city, she would had tried to be a heroine.

To help the poor and sick — it was them? She wasn't really sure how the said went —

But she was born and raised in Gotham were there was a really good chance of her being burnd in the stake for being a Meta for the same persons that she tried to help — she had nightmares about it from time to time and she would wake up in a cold sweat and would go straight to the kitchen to tried to stop the trembling of her hands while cooking —

Besides she knew that someway or another they would be people from both sides trying to get her to join their K-pop bands, and she had zero interest in that.

She did felt guilty sometimes — she wasn't a monster — watching the news, thinking that maybe she could help, maybe if she was discrete enough she could save even one life.

But she would remind herself that if she was ever caught it would probably not be her life the only one that would be affected.

Davina wouldn't risk her family safety for a stranger, it was cold and selfish but it was the truth.

So Davina just had to change the channel, and the next morning they wouldn't be people anymore, they would be numbers, not someone son or father or sister, just a number in a tragic incident.

But the problem now was that they were no longer number or strangers.

They had a name now.

It was Damián's name.

Or better said Robin.

Her Lela had all the reason, Rich people did cause more trouble that they worth it — no they didn't, damn it —

Davina watched Robin trying to save people from the museum that was on fire after a villain attack — she didn't really bother to read the name, they were all pretty much the same on the end —

And she also watched as the probably only viable way out was blocked with a piece of the ceiling that fell because of the fire.

Trapped.

Robin and the innocent citizens that he was trying to save were trapped inside of a burning building on the edge of falling apart.

Why couldn't be Batman?

The guy had it coming.

Davina watched her black hoodie in the couch, and scarf in the hanger by the door.

If she survived this she was killing Damian for giving her a fucking conscience.

She was damn fine without one before and she would probably live longer without it.

She dress herself and took the fire extinguisher and closed her eyes.

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Lucky for everyone Davina had already being in the museum so she could get inside easy enough.

It was hot.

Too damn hot, but since there was a fire she thought that it was normal.

"Robin!" She screamed searching everywhere that she could think that her friend would go to get away from the fire using the fire extinguisher to help a little but after a while it was pretty much useless.

This was stupid, the stupidest thing she had done in her life, and if she died here she totally deserve it.

For all she knew Damián could already be outside with th—

"Help! Someone help!" She heard someone scream and ran to the voice appearing and disappearing to avoid the flames and other obstacles on her way.

"Robin!" She screamed in relief when she finally found Damian with another three people.

Two of them were holding Damián from the shoulders and he did not look good.

Her heart stopped for a moment.

But a loud noise from a part of the ceiling giving up close to them get her to move again.

"Who are you?" Asked one of the person's that was helping getting Damián on his feet.

Davina ignored it and took Damian's pulse in the moment she was close enough, he was alive.

Breathing hard, and with an ugly cut on his head but alive.

She had to get him out of here.

But... Davina had never used her ability with so many people, she had only used it with Damián a couple of time and even that exhausted her to the point that she slept the whole day.

She didn't knew what could happen if she tried to take so many people with her a the same time, she could take them by one but she wasn't sure that the fire wouldn't spread while she was getting a person out.

Maybe she could just take Damián and...

She could do it, Damián would have to understand.

But... This wasn't faceless persons on the tv, just numbers without a name or family.

They were real people on front of her asking for help so they could return to their love ones.

"All of you put your hands on me" she said firmly and they look a little confused for her command "Now! If you want to live!" She ordered and they did it quick.

Davina closed her eyes and thought of the street were they where the emergency services waiting for them.

She could feel her hands trembling and the electricity that usually went so easily for her body fight.

Something was falling from her nose.

Davina didn't care and fight it.

The electricity went through her body like a flow and she did not longer felt so hot.

It was loud, people were saying things that she couldn't heard, she was sure that someone was asking her if she was okay, and someone else was thanking her.

Davina didn't care, she just opened her eyes to watch Batwoman take Robin with her, and then she closed her eyes again.

The next time she didn't ever bother to open her eyes, she just fell asleep on Damian's bed with her nose bleeding feeling every muscle on her body sore and hurting.

She probably was burn somewhere between other things, it was hard to say when every thing hurt.

Davina probably didn't note any of this before because of the adrenaline rush.

Well it didn't matter, she was going to have a nap, and probably Damian would take care of the rest while she was sleep.

She knew he would.

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Note; Davina hate being a hero but she hates more losing Damian so she its pretty much fuck up with her person lifestyle. 

Thank you for reading, love you 30000000!

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Extras:

Davina: If you had a shot for every time you made a bad decision, would you still be sober?

Tim: Maybe a bit tipsy.

Damian: wasted.

Jason: Dead. 

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Tim: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Jason: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Davina: you are both pathetic.

Tim: why? what do you sleep with?

Davina: Damian.