Alter-Ego (Batman fanfic)

Chapter Twenty four- Batman broke my window

Chapter twenty four- Batman broke my window

HARMONY'S POV:

It was a very long night, the attacks, the bomb, the shooting, and most of all the public speaking. Gordon told me after he made his statement to go home and lock my doors until further notice. He also warned me to be cautious about the things I ate and drank.

Despite his warning I drank the tap water and splashed it on my face to wash the stress out from the hectic day, when I started to cry hysterically out of nowhere. I fell against the edge of the sink and sobbed.

I thought my days with Harold would be the days I saw the most violence in my life, the beatings, the drug abuse, the alcohol, but I so wrong. I saw more death today than anyone should endure in an entire life, and I knew there was only more to come.

There was another reason I was so torn up, and that was because my boyfriend seemed to be keeping something from me, when I thought he was honest to a fault, and I shared my darkest moments with him, intimately.

After I got the crying out of my system I suddenly felt really dirty, it felt like I had blood all over my body, and in a way I did, but it wasn't all mine. Skin that was clear even looked red tinted to me, and I had an overwhelming need to shower right away.

So that's what I did, I tore off my ripped and stained clothes, and turned the water to the hottest it could go, steaming up the bathroom to where I couldn't even see. I cried again, this time out of frustration, as I rubbed my skin raw, trying to remove any trace of any kind of foreign DNA from my skin.

Another pathetic crying fit, and a contemplation of my life, sitting in the bottom of my shower, I finally decided that my fingers might fall off if they got any more wrinkly, and got out of the tub.

While I was trying to air out the bathroom, and dry myself off, I heard one of the most horrifying noises, that was so loud I caused me to jump from where I stood, ten feet in the air and land back down in the fetal position, behind the shower curtain.

What I heard was a loud banging noise, a breaking of glass, and then a distinct thud sound, that must have been a human landing in my living room. I didn't have a phone in the bathroom so a call for help was out of the question, so I grabbed my robe and tied it around myself, turned off the lights, and hid in the corner.

One minute passed, five minutes passed, and then ten minutes, and I heard nothing. No traffic from outdoors, no violent breaking of my things, and no footsteps. So I mustered up all the courage I had in me, broke the towel rail to use as a weapon, and slowly cracked the door open to look outside. At first glance, through the hall I saw nothing, but then as my eyes adjusted I could make out the sparkling flecks of glass spread on the floor.

This caused me to hide back into the bathroom for a few seconds, closely listening with my ear at the door, nothing. I couldn't stay here forever I just had to get to the phone.

So I crept out into the hallway, cringing each time the wood floor creaked under my feet, and stopped at the edge of the hall, with my back away from the broken window, and my only way out.

I counted to myself, my heart racing like a horse.

Three...

Two...

One!

And I spun around fast, gasping in shock and awe and confusion at what I saw. Here in my living room, leaning under the broken window sill was none other than, the Dark Knight himself, Batman, bleeding and hardly breathing, unawake.

In shock I dropped the towel rail on the ground and raced to his side. How did he know I lived here, why did he come here, and most importantly why did he come to me? I owed the guy big time for saving my life too many times to count, but I was no nurse, I could hardly mend my own minor wounds, let alone whatever happened to him.