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CHAPTER FOUR: STREET SMARTS

The Narrows had a way of pressing down on a person, a crushing weight that seemed to settle into your bones. Like most of Gotham’s rundown neighborhoods, the buildings here loomed too close, their jagged shadows stretching longer, their facades worn and battered from years of neglect. The air was thick with the mingling odours of uncollected garbage and stale smoke. The distant noise of shouting, shattering glass, and the ever-present wail of police sirens blended into a low, unending hum. ...

CHAPTER THREE: A CITY OF MASKS

Taylor sat on the edge of a crumbling stone fountain in a small, dilapidated park. The morning sun struggled to break through the heavy gray clouds overhead, casting a dull, dim light over the city. The few trees that dotted the park were leafless, their gnarled branches swaying gently in the cold wind. It was quieter here than in the streets, though the air carried the distant hum of traffic and occasional bursts of sirens.

Over the past few days, Taylor had been piecing together scra...

CHAPTER TWO: INTO THE DEPTHS

The chill of the Gotham morning bit through Taylor’s stolen sweatshirt as she walked aimlessly through the city streets, clutching at her stomach with a grimace on her face. The stolen bread from earlier wasn’t enough—though she needed more than food. She needed shelter, information, resources, and a plan.

She sighed.

The rising sun did little to lift the haze that clung to the air, nor did it detract from the fact that where her home had been a rotting corpse of a city, sl...

CHAPTER ONE: INTO THE CITY

Taylor emerged from the cavern into the faint glow of early morning, the air hitting her like a slap—bitter, frigid, and tainted with the acrid bite of gasoline and decay. The dim light stung her eyes after the oppressive darkness of the past hours, and she squinted against it as she stumbled forward, one arm raised reflexively to shield her face.

Where am I?

The jagged rock walls behind her gave way to cracked pavement and patches of overgrown weeds, a forgotten corne...

ANNOUNCEMENT

No Man’s Hive will be officially dropped, and a new story featuring Taylor in Gotham will take its place: The Brave And The Bug. New chapters will only be available for selected tiers—but after the next day or so, the chapters will be available to all members. I'm sorry for those who wanted to see how Taylor deals with Ra’s al Ghul with Damian.

The “S” Stands For Hope will be on indefinite hiatus, and Why Am I A Slime? will be completed soon.

The prologue of another st...

PROLOGUE: INTO THE UNKNOWN

Taylor woke up to darkness.

It wasn't the murky haze of half-consciousness, the kind where the world flickered at the edges of perception. No, this was pitch black, absolute. The kind of darkness so thick it pressed in from all sides, smothering and suffocating.

Her chest heaved as she clawed at the ground beneath her, fingers scraping against damp, uneven stone. Her limbs felt heavy and sluggish, as though they didn’t quite belong to her, and the air was thick with the stench o...

THE OUTPOST

Taylor trailed the scavengers at a careful distance—the last thing she wanted was to alert them—keeping her gelatinous body low to the ground and blending with the underbrush. Their pace was slow, burdened by the weight of their meager haul—though their eyes darted nervously toward every sound in the forest. They were afraid, not just of wild beasts, but of something else.

The Nine’s influence still lingers, Taylor thought grimly. Even after everything, even after they were supp...

CONTACT

The forest was changing, Taylor realised as she moved steadily toward what she hoped was the edge of Brockton Bay. At first, it was subtle. The undergrowth had become less wild, trampled in places, as if something—or someone—had passed through often.

And then she saw it: a faint trail winding through the forest. Broken branches and disturbed patches of dirt marked the way. It wasn’t made by animals—this was deliberate, a path created by human hands.

Taylor paused, her form...

THE RULES OF THE NEW WORLD

The forest was alive with more than just flora and small creatures, and Taylor quickly soon realized she wasn’t the only predator navigating its depths—though unlike the wolf she had defeated, not all of them attacked on sight.

Some had simply watched from a distance, curious but wary of her presence. Others had been openly hostile, lunging at her without hesitation. Taylor had learned quickly that not all of them could be overcome by brute resilience alone—some were faster, more ...

INTERLUDE

Gotham was as loud and restless as ever, but up here, on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, the city’s hum of activity—a constant companion to the Bat-family’s nightly vigil—felt muted. Nightwing crouched at the ledge, his escrima sticks holstered at his back as he observed the flickering lights of the Narrows, but his mind was far from the streets below.

The Swarm Queen.

The name had started circulating among the Bat-family recently, and for good reason. A newcomer to Gotha...

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - PROGRESS ON TWO FRONTS

The tension was electric. The faint hum of machinery and flickering lights in the room seemed to dim, leaving only the sound of Taylor’s quickened breathing and the metallic ring of the man’s blade as he levelled it at them.

Without waiting for a reply, the League operative lunged toward Robin, the fluid grace of his movements revealing years of training. Their blades clashed with a sharp clang, sending sparks flying in the air. Robin parried swiftly, his sword a blur of motion as h...

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - A NEW MILESTONE

The stronghold was buried deep in the Narrows, concealed beneath an abandoned tenement building whose windows had long since been shattered and boarded up. The air was heavy with the scent of mildew and rot, the kind of decay that hinted at decades of neglect.

Robin led the way, cape brushing lightly against the walls as he navigated the narrow, crumbling hallways. Every step he took was swift and precise—disarming traps, bypassing security measures, sidestepping pressure plates, and ...

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - LINES DRAWN IN THE SAND

The rooftop meeting spot was tense, the air thick with unspoken frustration. Taylor stood near the edge of the roof, her arms crossed as she watched Batman and Robin argue, their frames silhouetted against the backdrop of Gotham’s skyline. It wasn’t her place to step in, but every word exchanged felt like a blow against the fragile alliance that had held them together.

“You’re not ready for this,” Batman said, the edge of his tone unmistakable. “Neither of you are. Ra’s is...

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - SLEEPER AGENTS

The airwaves crackled to life with a broadcast that halted Gotham in its tracks. Every screen in the city, from storefront displays to television sets in dingy apartments, flickered to the image of a man draped in dark, regal robes. His sharp, angular features exuded authority, and his piercing green eyes seemed to see through the screen and into the hearts of his audience.

“I am Ra’s al Ghul,” he began, his voice smooth and commanding. “For too long, Gotham has festered in its ...

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - MUCH-NEEDED ADVICE

The dojo was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of old lanterns hanging along the walls. The faint echoes of distant sparring drifted from another room, but tonight, the main hall was empty. Only Hiro stood at the center, his posture relaxed, yet his presence radiated the same quiet intensity that had drawn Taylor to train here in the first place.

“You’re late,” Hiro said without looking up, his sharp eyes focused on carefully tying the sash of his gi.

“Yeah,” Taylor rep...

INTERLUDE

By the Taylor and Robin regrouped with the others on a rooftop, the worst of the chaos had been contained. The Bat-family had managed to stop most of the League’s strikes, but the damage was done. Several key locations had been hit, and Gotham was left reeling from the coordinated assault.

Taylor stood apart from the others, her thoughts racing. She could still feel the lingering anger and frustration from the confrontation with the woman—her faulty control that left her helpless. S...

CHAPTER TWENTY - A CITY DIVIDED

More explosions rocked Gotham just after midnight. One after another, fires erupted across the city—industrial complexes, bridges, and key transit hubs. Smoke rose into the night sky in thick black columns, mingling with the wail of sirens and the distant shouts of panicked civilians.

Taylor crouched on a rooftop near the Narrows, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts, and fists clenched at her sides. Even from this distance, she could feel the heat of the flames licking at the nig...

CHAPTER NINETEEN - REFLECTIONS IN THE DARK

The sewers beneath Gotham were a labyrinth of winding tunnels and forgotten pathways, their walls slick with condensation and grime. The air was thick and heavy, the damp stench clinging to every breath, and the distant sound of water dripping echoed through the tunnels, each step they took reverberating in the oppressive silence. Taylor followed closely behind Robin, her senses on high alert as the faint glow of his flashlight casted long shadows on the moss-covered walls.

“Are you s...

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - BENEATH THE SURFACE

The operative sat in the dimly lit room, his face partially obscured by shadows. Blood trickled from a cut above his eyebrow, and his hands were bound tightly behind his back. Despite his injuries, he remained as calm as he could be, his eyes flicking between Taylor and Robin with a quiet, measured defiance.

Taylor stood to one side, leaning against the cold steel wall of said room with her baton resting in her hand, trying to project confidence she didn’t entirely feel. The captured ...

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES

The Narrows were tense, simmering with the eerie, hollow silence that always came after something terrible. Word had spread quickly—Ra’s al Ghul’s operatives were still in the city, regrouping after the failed weapon deployment. People were scared, and rightfully so. Gotham had always been dangerous, but this was different. This wasn’t a street-level crime or even a gang war; this was something far more calculated, far more ruthless.

Taylor moved through the streets, her hood pu...

INTERLUDE

Batman rarely allowed himself the luxury of distraction. But as the Batwing ascended into the cold, unforgiving skies, he couldn’t stop his mind from drifting back to Gotham. It was his city, his responsibility—a burden he had carried for years. Tonight, though, Gotham would have to manage without him.

A Justice League crisis had forced his hand—an otherworldly threat that had demanded his attention and that of the other members for the past few months. He couldn’t ignore it; th...

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - THE WEAPON

The city was on edge. Taylor could feel it in the air as she and Damian moved across the rooftops, their footsteps nearly silent against the cracked concrete. Word had spread quickly—not that the multiple explosions were discreet. Streets that were normally crowded even in the dead of night were now eerily quiet, as if Gotham itself was holding its breath, awaiting the next.

“I don’t like this,” Robin muttered, keeping pace beside her, his eyes scanning the dark streets below. �...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN - STRAIGHT HANDS

The first explosion hit just after dusk. The sound reverberated across Gotham, a deep, guttural roar that swallowed the hum of the city and rattled the soles of Taylor’s boots, her mind immediately racing to piece together what could have caused it. It didn’t take long to find the answer from her perch on a rooftop: a plume of thick smoke curling upward in the distance, darkening the sky like an omen.

Robin’s voice crackled over her comm. “East End. Looks bad. You see it?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - A THERAPY SESSION

The Narrows were quiet that night, or at least as quiet as they ever got. Taylor stood on the rooftop of an abandoned tenement, her hood pulled low to shield her from the cold wind, though they tugged at it and tousled her hair. Below, dim streetlights flickered weakly, casting long shadows over cracked pavement. The silence pressed down on her, giving her too much space to think.

Her mind wandered, as it often did when things calmed down, to the life she’d left behind—the life that...

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INTERLUDE

Taylor leaned against the brick wall of the alley, her chest heaving, her hands trembling as she clutched the crowbar. The alley was a mess of water, webbing, and shattered debris, but it wasn’t over. Not yet. Mannequin’s form jerked and twisted, his modular limbs grinding against her makeshift restraints, peeling away threads of silk and water-logged glue.

She didn’t have much time.

“Stay down,” she muttered, pushing herself off the wall. She sent another wave of bugs s...

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - A LESSON IN HUMILITY

The rhythmic thud of fists striking pads echoed through the dojo. Taylor wiped the sweat from her brow, adjusting her stance as Hiro barked corrections at another student on the far end of the mat. Her muscles burned from an hour of drills, but the pain was a welcome—almost meditative—distraction, the discipline of training becoming a constant in her life. A grounding force amid Gotham’s mess

“Your form is improving,” Hiro said as he passed by, his tone approving but clipped. ...

CHAPTER TWELVE - GOING NOWHERE

The groan of a shifting rooftop panel snapped her out of her thoughts. Taylor froze, her hand drifting to the baton strapped to her thigh. Her eyes narrowed as she caught the faintest flicker of movement in the shadows near the edge of the roof.

“I thought you worked alone,” came a deep, familiar voice, cold and menacing.

Taylor’s grip tightened as Batman stepped into the light, his expression unreadable. His cape flowed behind him like a living shadow, his presence as overw...

HAPPY NEW YEARS

In light of my hangover, I may not post a new chapter today. If I do, consider it a new years gift to you guys because I'm tired asf😭