I looked back at the chapter and realized that Docs Spell Check decided to make some interesting changes...I fixed it.

When I wake up, I can already tell that today will be different than earlier in the week, and I don't necessarily think that's a good thing.

When I stop by the workplace to get another assignment, my faux teenage hairs go on edge. The place is void of the usual creaking and groaning of out-of-date machinery. I get out my umbrella and peer around a pile of scrap metal.

What the heck?!

I nearly go agape as I look at the destruction covering the lab. Broken tables that were thrown across the room, equipment shattered beyond repair, and not a single shipment in sight.

Merde.

Right as I turn to leave, I notice something gleaming on the wall. Upon further inspection, I discover that it is some weirdly-shaped blade that actually is inside the wall. I wonder how much strength it took to throw it into the solid concrete.

I hear a rustling of fabric behind me. When I turn around and start clicking the umbrella (slowly, for I don't want to alert them to any abnormal characteristics), a brightly-clothed figure darts around on the other side and swipes my weapon. Rats, these people again.

Batman stands there in his unshaven glory, the eyes of his mask narrowed as he stares at me. I attempt a grin.

"Dude, if you do that too much, your face is going to get stuck like that. Which would make it easier to find your identity, so why don't we skip this business and you let me go on my way?"

I back up only for my legs to be knocked out from under me. I barely catch myself by putting my elbows behind me. When I look up, I groan at the umbrella in the hands of the Bird Kid standing over me. Seriously? Why didn't I decide to just get myself away?

Too late to lament the mistakes of yesteryear, or however that saying as I try to right myself, stumbling in the teenager guise, Robin Hood sits on me. Agh.

I pretend to try to get up, then tell the kid, "Yah know, you're pretty heavy for a preteen."

The said kid exclaims, "Hey, it's muscle. And I'm holding you down, aren't I?"

I quirk my bros at Batman, who is in the process of tying my arms together with a rope from who-knows-where. "Where'd he get the rope?"

Batman growls at me. "No more questions, kid. The only asking around here will be done by me."

Well crike you, spoilsport.

When he's done, he gets out a syringe and brings it towards the side of my neck. Yeah no, I would prefer not being exposed to the substances used by these people. I bring myself up and crabwalk (well, as well as I could using my arms) sideways, startling the small child on my stomach.

I make it to the door and scuttle out, then stand up and break the bonds while I'm out of their sight. I roll my shoulders to get feeling back in them, then walk back home and grab my things.

...

Scott perched on my shoulder, I slip on a mask covering my entire head and make my getaway. The kitten yowls at the sight of the weird humans, just like I taught him.

A high voice exclaims at the sight of the companion on my shoulder, startling Scott. I hiss as his claws dig into my shoulder, but I keep going.

The kid and I run for about five miles before the masked Blackbird stops. To be honest, I'm kinda impressed by his performance. Most adult humans, much less children his age, can't run half this far without collapsing due to fatigue.

I hear the whirring of a vehicle and barely jump out of the way of a black car, Batman at the wheel. Ach, hit a light pole! Stupid carfudging metal piece of merde!

I hear a crack, but I dismiss it for now.

What the word?! He almost killed me. Hmm...I thought he was a vigilante who works to protect lives, not end them. Curiouser and curiouser.

Anyway, I'm currently lying on the ground regretting life as I cradle the kitten, which is scared (Sweet Honey Iced Tea)less. What? I'm learning what is popular for the children my age, and what they watch is strange.

Anyway, I'm pissed off, if ya can't tell. I set down the kitten on a window awning and step into the street. The car comes around for another pass, and I brace myself. I really haven't caught a projectile this size before, but I might as well.

I hear Robin shout , "No!", as the black vehicle comes into contact with my outstretched hands. The friction of my feet skidding on the asphalt wears down my shoes, and I feel the hot material grazing my toes.

I grit my teeth together and lift the car, indenting the front as I bring it to a stop. Using one hand to hold it up, I reach down and quickly punch through the axle well, snapping the device within. Once the wheels stop spinning, I set the car down and run towards the awning.

Luckily the kitten is still there. I carefully bring Scott down and tell him to meet me when it's safe. He merps, then slinks into an alleyway, blending into the shadows and disappearing from sight.

I go into a clothing store and try to turn off the disguise. To my dismay, I discover that the mechanism used to turn my physical appearance back is broken beyond repair. Of all the days to be stuck!

Something rustles in the shirts rack, putting me on edge. Before I could return around, a pair of arms close in around my neck and start squeezing. My kicks and twists do nothing asides from making the person tighten their grip and pick me up, and I see splotches of red and yellow in my vision.

I wish I were born without the need for oxygen, but alas I am too close to being human for luck to take kindly to me. I keep my mouth shut to prevent biting off my tongue. No one's in the shop, so it would be useless to cry out anyways.

When I look up, I see the blank eyeholes of the tacky mask. Making one last grin I kick backwards and up. When he drops me and curses, I discover that my durability has been worn out for the day.

My head hits the metal belt rack, then embraces the floor. As my vision fades I flip off Batboy and Red Green something, saying, "Ya know, I migh know whoh yeh aww..."

VERY dignified, I know. And right as Mister hit-and-run stands back up too.

My head hurts. Bye bye. I shouldn't take a nap, but...