Veil of Shadows ๋࣭⭑⚝ Dick Grayson

9 ๋࣭⭑⚝ Single

Here’s a slight refinement of the wording:

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Ow… Everything hurts. It feels like she was tossed off a thirty-four-story building and then run over by two semi-trucks.

She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears… and some voices. Could they be hers? No, they’re too masculine…

Warm… something warm was wrapped around her hand, followed by more muffling sounds. God, they’re getting louder. It definitely sounds like a man now—oh, two men… they’re talking.

"What the hell was in that syringe?" one man exclaimed, his voice filled with agitation, tinged with exhaustion.

"Sir, calm down, we just got the lab results back."

Lab results? He’s a doctor… she must be in the hospital. That makes sense. The other man must be Dick.

"We can't pinpoint the chemical exactly, but we believe it’s Moraxine," the man continued.

"Moraxine? I’ve never heard of it."

"You wouldn’t have. It’s a chemical mentioned in a single government report, but even the details of it are vague," the man sighed. "Are you familiar with the Endora Witch Trial?"

Dick stared, confused. "I’ve heard of the Salem Witch Trials… but not Endora."

"It’s a lesser-known case, buried in the history books. Unlike the Salem trials, which involved false allegations and burnings, the Endora trials were much more brutal. Entire villages were destroyed, and women—Endora witches—were tortured. The heads of male 'Wizards' were put on stakes. This young lady here is a descendant."

"I… I didn’t know."

"Moraxine was a sedative, used to paralyze. Over time, however, the witches developed some immunity to it, so they switched to other chemicals like Umbrax and Nyxium."

"So, she’ll recover, right?" Dick’s voice grew panicked.

"Although her body hasn’t been exposed to such high levels of Moraxine in thousands of years, it should be cleansing itself of the chemical now. Her powers may be slightly weaker, and she could experience nausea, migraines, and possibly more unconsciousness."

Hearing that, Dick let out a deep sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping. He thanked the doctor and stayed seated beside the brunette, dozing off.

He wasn’t sure how long he slept, but when he opened his eyes next, the bed was empty.

Dick jumped out of his seat, scanning the room in a panic.

"What the hell—"

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty."

He whipped his head around to see Jules standing up, armed with a hair curler—casually getting ready.

"How long have you been awake?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled.

"About an hour?" She shrugged, pursing her lips as she packed her supplies into a duffel bag.

"Where did you get all...?" He gestured awkwardly at her belongings.

"Laura dropped by, dropped off some stuff... and—oh! Yeah—" She reached into her jacket pocket and tossed him a set of keys. "The rest of my stuff is in the trunk, and she brought some of yours too."

"Okay—hold on. So many questions. How did you get my car keys? Why does Laurine have my clothes? Are you okay—how are you feeling? The doctor said you should feel weak..."