When the bullet fired,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJpcAJ3kkq
Claire shut her eyes tight.
In her vision, the bullet was like a single drop of water273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZeooCYtww0
falling into a still pond—273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ7XKEdtZur
no ripple,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzTr22r7gGI
no splash,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXZfarHd8lu
not even a sound.
Every expected outcome273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHuFME4emVw
felt like it had its throat clenched shut273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfZYYkFBgcn
somewhere deeper,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS7GLjvpOzJ
in a silence too dense to escape.
Claire's whole emotional system buckled.
“Fuck!”
It exploded out of her—273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ75BzBEvURJ
not anger,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtnodWN3w3N
but that particular kind of despair273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhTT8j64cCC
that curls around the edge of your sanity273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvVLT3MGAq
and laughs.
She spun around,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZSAfzdemYa
slammed the gun back into the hand of the blue-eyed officer273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTe56Mu3Po5
who was still standing there, staring at the sky like a broken antenna.
“Sorry. Yours.”
She stepped closer—273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZszsxr4FMB
grabbed his shoulder without hesitation—273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFUH1ZyGaL7
and leaned in.
“I know you're a plant.”
Her voice was low.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNjRaVoVRn1
But not even slightly unsure.
“Tell Batman. Tell Nightwing. Tell Robin.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgItl34eyDc
They’re all in this city now.”
She spoke fast,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn5a1HffLqd
like racing against something with teeth.
“Tell them I’ll reach out.”
Before he could say a word—273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOh9p0VQwt
before those blue eyes could blink again—273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4bpUVTnZ9L
Claire was already turning away.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPUT6rnQVKQ
Her body moved faster than her thoughts.
She ran.
Ten steps.
Then she came back.
Still breathless,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0wMzeUQdFb
chest tight from the sprint.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkXFa5lDC1
No more touching this time.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbYQBnB7t5D
Just her voice,273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD6Ge8G5F2s
sharp and slow:
“You help evacuate the civilians.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8rVThPH1Od
There’s something in the sky—273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7RoQROJuux
invisible sludge.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDTBK03QSh3
I don’t know what it is.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwKMua7Eyng
Please.”
She ran again.
This time it was the run of someone who’d decided.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa22gGNrI3M
Like she’d grown wings on the soles of her feet.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWjB1DbtXd6
Wings made of choice.
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The blue-eyed officer stood still.
The gun in his hand273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ16vdFHuiQk
still warm from hers.
He didn’t move.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfuI7GiCcWi
Didn’t speak.
Only his gaze—
still glued to the shape of her273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPDJICcqE2w
as she disappeared down the street.
That figure.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq1djILEq1m
That little rabbit.
Running straight into a warzone.
Never once looking back.
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How did it all happen?
Claire tried to remember. Her mind felt like a tangle of sticky wires, each one pulling her thoughts in a different direction. She forced herself to focus, to line up her memories like soldiers before a battle.
By the time she burst into the safehouse, she was running on instinct.
Footsteps echoed like drumbeats down the empty street. She didn’t wait for the mechanical lock to fully disengage—just threw her shoulder into the door and stumbled inside.
She grabbed the communicator and started speaking immediately, not even bothering to catch her breath.
"Purple... slime... I—I fired... didn’t work..."
Her voice trembled. She couldn’t help it. Panic had already made itself at home in her chest.
"It doesn’t react... not solid... or maybe it’s too fast—I don’t know..."
She clenched the device hard enough to crack it. Like maybe if she squeezed tightly enough, she could wrestle the situation back under control.
She kept talking as her hands moved on their own.
She was already yanking open drawers, stuffing every tool she could see into her bag—scissors, meters, pliers, anything. She didn’t know what she’d need. Just that she needed everything.
Then her left eye blurred. Wet.
Sweat? Tears? She didn’t cry easily. She blinked, but the world on that side of her face smeared like it was underwater.
She reached up, wiped it—
Blood.
It didn’t hurt. But her palm came away stained in a deep, purplish red—not ordinary red. Not anything ordinary.
She stared for half a second. Didn’t scream. Didn’t ask questions. Not because it was fine, but because she didn’t have time.
She wrapped her eye with gauze.
Fast. Clean. Like she’d rehearsed it in a hundred drills. Maybe it was unnecessary. Maybe it meant nothing. But she wasn’t going to let that blood keep running. Whatever it was, it had to stop now.
She sped through her report like a radio on the verge of overheating, pushing out information before the static took over.
And then she grabbed her bag and ran for the door.
No hesitation. No backup plan. Just one clear instinct: go back. There was still something she could do.
That’s when she ran into Nightwing.
He looked like a shadow had stepped inside—blue and black uniform drenched in sweat, breath sharp. They almost collided. Neither apologized.
His eyes searched her face. Not fear. Not shock. Something fuzzier, like confusion wrapped in suspicion. Maybe it was the makeshift eyepatch, Claire thought.
“We need to pick up Robin. He might’ve just arrived at the station,” she said.
It came out like a command. She wasn’t sure it was the right move. But standing still would be the worst.
“No,” Nightwing said. “Batman told me to get you as far away from that slime as possible. You can’t get touched.”
His voice was steady, but there was pressure underneath. He wasn’t issuing an order. He was protecting her. That wasn’t the Bat-family’s usual flavor—but she heard it.
“People touched it and just—vanished. It looked... horrifying,” he added, almost to convince himself this wasn’t just another nightmare.
He got them on the bike. Claire clutched the tools on her back like bricks pressing into her spine. They rode fast, like prey with fire nipping at their heels.
Too late.
The road was already gone.
They screeched to a stop in front of a scorched bridge that had collapsed into an abyss. Rubble, ash, nothing beyond. They said nothing.
They started climbing.
Higher floors. Higher and higher. Nowhere to go but up. It didn’t feel safe—just less terrible. With each floor, the air felt thicker. Like the purple slime had started to seep into time itself.
The comms were dead.
Batman, gone. Robin, gone. Only static now, buzzing like whispers around her ear. It wasn’t quiet. It was hollow.
Nightwing was unraveling. Claire could see it.
He usually cracked jokes, lightened the mood, said something dumb just to make people smile. But now—even his lips had gone quiet. His shoulders sagged. His eyes—fractured.
No more roads. Just stairs.
So they kept climbing. Even if nothing waited at the top.
From the rooftop, Claire looked down.
The city had no shape anymore. It looked like it had been swallowed, chewed up, then spat back out as sludge. She remembered a flower shop there. A man who walked his dog and always bought bagels. People. So many people.
Now, just a sea of purple sludge.
Thick. Silent. Cold.
Like someone turned the night sky upside down and poured it over the city.
She and Nightwing were the last two standing. No wind. No sound.
Claire rested her head on his lap.
He didn’t move. Didn’t push her away. She could feel it—he was tired. Heart-tired.
“Hey, Nightwing,” she murmured. “Do you believe me? If I fall asleep, I can reset everything. I’ll find a way. Everyone will be okay.”
Her voice was soft, almost unreal. But every word hit like a drumbeat.
“I believe you,” he said.
He forced a smile, just for her. Even now.
Even when he didn’t believe a word of it.
Because this kind of apocalypse wasn’t one you could stop. Not with gear, not with training. Not even with a Bat.
But he said it anyway. Because Claire needed to hear it.
“Look at me, Nightwing.”
He looked down. Into her one good eye.
“I’m not letting you die, Dick.”
It was the most honest thing she’d said in 296 days.
Not for anyone else. Not for the world.
Just because she meant it.
He stared, stunned.
But Claire had already closed her eye.273Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCqSuvRxmpq
and then Add to home screen.