#arxaaron

Gritting her teeth, Hyuna spat at the taller male, straining almost violently against the rope that tied her wrists around a concrete pylon. Her eyes were bright with fury, an emotion often seen on the girls face.

     “You think I don’t know that already?”

Her words rang of the harsh truth - no one cared about here in this place; her own biological father had seen to that. Tugging at the ropes, the political prisoner continued her death glare at the guy.

     “It’s not like I have any information to give; what do you want from me?”

arxaaron

she’d been tracking it for days now.

possibly one of the hardest finds of the lost titan formula that graced the streets of arkham city - this one had legs and she’d been gritting her teeth each time it got up and vanished beneath her nose. someone knew she was on their tracks and it literally had her pulling her hair out each time she came up empty handed once more.

seated at one of the old toy benches deep within the depths of the partially flooded toy factory that was their temporary headquarters, she stared down at the blue printed map of the structure she had last traced its whereabouts to be. she was adamant that this time would be the time she was successful - if not, then she was prepared to go trigger happy on all those who stood in her way.