Eleanor didn't like being in silence, but staying in a motel meant she had to be mindful of others. She didn't play music, instead, she sat in her clothes on the floor of her shower, her arms wrapped around her legs as the water tried to be her distraction.

She shivered as the coldness hit her skin. Her pink hair was dripping and she was wasting water. But Eleanor refused to move.

Eleanor wasn't okay. She was hurt, a lot. In her eighteen years of life, she had witnessed and experienced a lot. Murder, rape and abuse had been her life for a little too long — then again, any second of any of them was still too much.

Eleanor Shelby wanted to scream as she curled her body closer to itself. Sometimes all she could feel were her uncle's needy hands. She could feel the echoes of his lust that left bruises upon her delicate skin.

Eleanor was an abused teenager who put herself in harm's way to play the dangerous game of hero for her kid cousins (Bella and Issac) and aunty (Nora) just to hope she didn't have to see them bloody and bruised. Part of her reason was selfish, so she didn't have to witness pain, but also so she knew the children she lived with knew they were at least safe, even if it was for five minutes.

She brought her hands to her ears, pressing them tight to her ears as she sobbed, her nails dug into her skin. Begs for it all to stop fell from her mouth.

She pressed her back to the tiled wall, her forehead resting against her knees. Her hands moved from her ears and wrapped around her legs.

The silence was never good for Eleanor, it made the memories job at tormenting her so much easier. It made her hate living more than she already did.

Silence wasn't silent. Silence was a deadly weapon, only slightly safer than desire.

The cold water wasn't a shield like she wanted it to be. It didn't protect her and it didn't wash away the pain. The water was useless and crying Eleanor was hating it.

Her velvet dress was likely ruined from the water. Then again, that wasn't her worry right now, nor was she sure if velvet dresses were prone to water damage. She hoped her dress wasn't going to be ruined, it was her favourite.

Then again, not only did it have water damage but now it was painted with trauma.

Trauma wasn't pretty. It was dreadful and ruined her peace of mind.

Once upon a time, Eleanor was happy. She lived with her mother (Marcy Shelby), her father (Raymond Shelby) and her brother (Nathan Shelby) in a pretty and expensive four-story house in Gotham. She grew up loved and happy.

She grew up with Nathan (Shadow) and Raymond (Puppeteer) teaching her how to fight, whilst Marcy worried about the dangers and tried to remind them how Eleanor might just start picking fights with anyone and everyone that annoys her.

Eleanor grew up with an 'uncle' Bruce Wayne who agreed with her father about the girl knowing how to hold her own.

Eleanor had grown up teasing her older (by ten years) brother and his best friend Dick Grayson. She was the only one who knew that the two had a different friendship, whilst not dating they were not a hands-free friendships. Eleanor wasn't aware that it wasn't just kissing until she grew up and took a step back to think.

But a few months before her fourteenth birthday Eleanor woke up and found Marcy, Raymond and Nathan shot and mutilated to death. Happiness was wiped away as she called the police.

She remembered having to break the news to Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne, only hours before she was forced to move in with her mother's brother.

Kyle Smith was a horrible man. He abused his wife (Nora) and his children (Bella and Issac) and soon enough he hurt Eleanor Shelby. Mentally, physically and sexually.

Eleanor Shelby became damaged goods, with bright pink hair.

But at sixteen, when she had too much happen, and running down the streets of Gotham (sometimes screaming or crying) stopped helping, Eleanor found the tallest building she could climb ip and without second thoughts, stepped right of it.

But she survived, painfully so. The Chief took her and modified her health, helping her survive and heal the broken bones. But her desire to be a ghost had made her become the living embodiment of one.

Eleanor detested surviving that night, but she was also thankful. If she hadn't survived, two months later she wouldn't have met her found family or even proceeded to meet these new people.

But if she hadn't survived, she wouldn't be crying on the floor of some motel shower.

She lifted one of her hands, patting it against the wall until she found the way to toggle the water to a stop. She crawled out of the shower, pushing herself to a stand whilst she cried and looked in the mirror.

She ran her hand through her wet pink hair, pushing it out of her face. She ignored the water as it dripped off her and hit the tile floor.

She couldn't help but laugh at the makeup that had run down her face. She grabbed a white towel and rubbed it on her face, staining it with her makeup.

Eleanor used it to get rid of the excessive amount of water dripping down from her hair before dropping the towel to the floor.

She tugged off her black wet velvet dress and let it fall to the floor, before pulling off her equally as wet white turtle neck, which felt like a second layer of skin.

Eleanor freed herself of her wet underwear before grabbing the dry pyjamas, including a thin vest and a pair of shorts, as well as some underwear she had put in the pile.

Being dressed in thin dry clothes with wet hair was not fun. She walked back into the room where she was staying and pulled out a knitted cardigan from her backpack and pulled it on.

Her wet clothes were left in the bathroom and her heeled boots rested on the desk.

She laid back on her bed, breathing in and out to calm herself. The tears had stopped but the mental pain wasn't ever going to go away and she had grown to accept that.

But breakdowns in the shower were tiring, and at some point, she had turned and curled into herself before slipping into unconsciousness and fell asleep.

She was deaf to the fight happening in the hallway and Dicks room, as she had fallen asleep moments befriended it started.

Eleanor was awoken by Dick shoving his shoulder hard into the weak part of the girl's door whilst dressed in his Robin suit.

"Eleanor." He gently whispered shaking her.

Eleanor shot up, waking her head against his. "Ow." She muttered, moving her hand to her head.

"It's me."

"Duh." She muttered, going to curl back up. But then she realised she wouldn't sleep now she'd been awoken.

Dick stared at her, arms crossed.

"What, my dear dickhead?"

"I need your help."

Eleanor was taken aback. She blinked at him. "Am I in a weird porno?"

"No, what the fuck?! I swear you're just Nathan in a girls body."

"You'd like that wouldn't you." She joked. "In my defence, you came my room as I was sleeping and woke me up to ask the help. I'm a teenage girl, help is a word with few meanings in my life."

"Something tells me you don't watch porn."

"Well, true because classy people read it." Eleanor shrugged. "What's the problem?"

Dick moved out of the way as she slipped off her bed, pulled a bra out of her bag and did it around her waist. He looked anywhere but her, despite her not flashing him anything.

"There are these people at trying to take Rachel."

"On it." She grumbled. She pulled out a hair bobble and tied her hair back before nodding to him. "Lead the way, Captain Bird."

"I hate you." He mumbled.

Eleanor and Dick had gotten down in impeccable timing, mostly because when he told her where they should be, she grabbed his arm and teleported them behind a car.

Kory tried to save the children, but the moon made her powerless and pretty quickly got her thrown into a car.

As the threatening family stood with pride, Dick rolled a canister forward, allowing the gas of it to make it all foggy.

"See you on the other side."

"See you on the other side."

Eleanor parted from Dick, her training from her dad and brother (as well as the times her brother and Dick would practice in front of her before she pestered to join in) would come in handy.

"Hey." She grinned, grabbing a boy and slamming him into a car, whilst Dick did some hero pose like landing. Her glance over led to their position changing.

The boy pinned Eleanor to the car. She laughed dryly, as his hands went through her wrist. She stepped through him before elbowing him to the back of his head.

Despite getting the first hit, Eleanor was given a fair fight. And she loved it. The thrill and danger she so needed, even if he struggled to land hits and not go through her.

It was like she was back in a boxing ring, her brother opposite, being told to use his full physical power against her (even when she was just six and he was sixteen, her father knew if Eleanor was attacked in the streets it was unlikely it was going to be a fellow six-year-old), she missed it all.

The fights, the adrenaline, the thrill and the danger were all things that kept her mind quiet and allowed her peace.

She enjoyed the way her heart hammered, and the extra fun of her powers. She cared little for her wet hair as a thin layer of sweat lined her head. 

Eleanor laughed as she watch his back hit the ground. Her hands had found his neck. She wrapped them around and placed pressure. He struggled under her, but her knees kept his hands from moving.

Soon enough he passed out and she was yanked off of him. Her body slipped through the woman's hands, and soon it was two versus two.

Dick and Eleanor glanced at each other before going at it with the remaining threats.

The fights were equally as fun as the two seemed to swap who they were fighting every few hits.

Dick had the help of his weapons, but Eleanor had her abilities.

But soon Dick and Eleanor were back to back. Eleanor wrapped her arms around his waist from behind to stable herself as she kicked up with two legs, getting the woman in the face.

Her heel drew blood from the woman, but she was surprised the threat was unbothered. As her feet hit the floor, Eleanor let go of him.

Gar, Kory and Rachel helped the two as they formed a jagged line, the threats opposite perfectly okay — including the boy Eleanor had knocked unconscious.

"Well, look at the mess we've made."

Eleanor rolled her eyes, reached into Dick's pocket and pulled out a ninja star (at least she thinks it is one, a sharp black thin throwing thing) and threw it into the woman's thigh.

However, the fight following allowed the colour haired crew (and Dick) to win, tying the man and woman in a chair in one of the rooms.

"Who are you people?" Dick asked, standing behind the threats. "And why are you looking for Rachel?"

The interrogation was rather dull. Eleanor sat on Dicks bed, her legs crossed as she tried to warm herself up, rubbing her hands on her skin to cause friction.

She watched the 'Mom' and 'Dad' but they didn't care. Not for what Dick was saying not for what they could do.

Kory was pulled away as she went to threaten them — much to Eleanor's displeasure.

But soon enough Dick left her and Kory with them. She grabbed something off the bedside table and threw it at them. "Oops, it slipped."

Kory laughed in amusement.

"Let's go find Dick and the kids."

Eleanor nodded, getting off the bed and left the room, Kory following after. "By the way, I'm living for your hair colour."

"I like yours too." The women smiled.

Eleanor grinned brightly, a small skip in her step from the compliment.

Soon enough they were outside, where Gar and Rachel stood with the natural haired man. "Any luck?" Kory asked as they joined them.

"I'm gonna find out who's running this freak show."

"Yeah, I'll come with you."

"They'll kill any cops who try to handle 'em."

"Oh, I know what to do with them, all right."

"Kory, no killing, please. There's been enough."

Eleanor clicked getting everyone's attention. "I'll go with Dick, for back up and you look after these losers."

"El—"

"Just let me get dressed, 'cause I'm not going in this."

Dick didn't get to argue as Eleanor disappeared and reappeared in new clothes, her bag hanging on one shoulder.

Her wet clothes had been left behind unwanted.

"I forgot how quickly you change."

"Yeah, I only really wear dresses and skirts." She shrugged.

Instead of the thin top and shorts, Eleanor was in a navy spaghetti strap dress with a white short sleeve top under it. She had put a black pair of Nike pros underneath and still wore her heeled boots — the only shoes she had with her.

"I don't need you to come with me, El."

"Someone has to babysit you, or you might do something stupid." Eleanor pointed out, walking to the other side of the car and pulled the door open.

"I thought we weren't splitting up," Rachel spoke, her arms wrapped around herself.

"We're coming back, I promise."

"Rachel, get my number of Gar and if you need us call me."

Rachel nodded and Eleanor winked at her before climbing into the car, throwing her bag to the floor along with her leather jacket.