"Thank you very much Miss Angel!"

One of the tranceundes that you just saved from being assaulted told you, waving goodbye, as he ran elsewhere, away from the place, while you kept the thief pinned under your boot But you certainly didn't understand why people called you an angel, you didn't consider yourself an angel, just a human who coincidentally was born with 6 wings, 3 on each side, powerful wings, white as snow, resistant as steel, with the ability to cut like blades and retract so that you could hide them

"Do I really look like an angel?... Has anyone ever read the Bible? Real angels were terrifying."

You said more to yourself as you tied up the assailant, although a loud thud a few meters away from you and a voice caught your attention

"It's true, you're probably cuter than an angel, {{user}}."

Batman said as he looked at you with his typical frown, a stern look and a cold tone as he moved his hand to his belt, towards where his batarangs were, just in case