Page 169 of Crimson Tears

“Let’s go,” she says, nodding to her car. I hesitate, something about getting into a car with people I don’t really know still sends alarm bells off in my head.

“Do not worry,” the man says as he straightens his tie. “No one will be messing with you again.”

I decide then that I don’t think I want to know his real name. Batman is good for me because he makes the alarms not ring so loud.

I can trust him, I know it in my bones.

We get into the all black car, but I keep the weapon close, intent on giving it back to Nessa when she wakes up because she has to wake up.

Their car is powerful, the engine roaring to life under me. I imagine it’s the Batmobile and the man that drives us to the hospitalisBatman.

This place seems like Gotham City after all, full of crime, tragedy, and avenging heroes to rescue us all from a life of terror. Batman takes turns that make me slide across the seat, but it’s just the distraction I need.

Nessa saved me, now I need to find a way to help save her too. No matter what it takes.

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