𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✓

~ 6.

>> six - injuries and identities <<

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— – MY HEAD was pounding, like someone had taken a thousand tiny hammers to it and was slowly trying to break my skull in half. My sight was blurry, I only saw a few colours mixed together and the dark of my eyelids. My ears were ringing, but I could make out hushed whispers and muttering from somewhere beside me. The smell of soup and sweet tea rushed through my systems and I could feel something warm holding onto my hand, rubbing their thumb or finger up and down my palm and webbing between my thumb and index finger. There was also something rectangular and hot on my stomach, not hot enough to burn.

I dread to sit, as when I moved I was hit with vertigo and nausea at once. But the hand holding mine stopped rubbing and sqeazed tightly.

"...sh...aw..ke...!" A soft voice shouted with enthusiasm. The hot rectangular thing was removed from my stomach and a hand gently pushed me back down when I tried to sit up again.

"Mis..Gra..y...you...m..st...stay...li..d..down." An old voice said in a hushed tone. I croaked a grumbled. My throat was so dry. I need a drink. The ringing finally stopped and I could see better. Katherine, Alfred, and a guy sat in a chair across the room with a dark and regretful expression.

Pain travelled through my right palm, all the way through my body to my right hip. It zig-zagged to where I remember my bruises being. I tried to sit up again, to hug my side, to stop the pain, but Kath and Alfred pushed me back down.

"What..?" I managed to say.

"You were shot in the side and hand," Alfred put it simply, "maste...uhm, 'Red Hood' called your friend and brought you both here. I've patched everything up, you have stitches on your side so please do not pop them. Your hand should heal in a few days, your side maybe in a week depending on if the stitches break or not." Alfred smiled softly at me and left the room. I was back at Wayne Manor.

The man in the corner...that must be Red Hood. Without his helmet. Or the extra mask he wears under the helmet. That's dangerous.

But if he brought me here. He must have taken off my mask when he was calling Katherine, right? Otherwise Kath knows who I am. What I do. She'll know who he is aswell. What he does. And Alfred.

Alfred went to say 'master' however, like he did with Dick. They must know eachother.

"Amellia..." Katherine spoke, rubbing my palm again, "we have to talk, later." I dread those words.

She knows.

She knows who I am.

Her eyes darted to Red Hood.

She knows who he aswell.

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Kath left the room a while later, giving me a solemn look as she closed the door. I looked up at Red Hood, or whatever his actual name is.

We had a rule:
He doesn't see me.
I don't see him.

That was the promise we made 1½ years ago. The promise we said to keep until we either go separate ways or one of us dies.