'You heard me. I'm done.' I say, wiping blood from the side of my face and placing my mask down on the precinct's table. 'What?' Ed looks down at me - tall bastard. I stare in recognition. 'I'm done. No more vigilantes. I'm finished - I have a family back home, and a life that doesn't revolve around beating mutated reporters to death.' At that last point, I turn and look pointedly at Belladonna. She shrugs at this, and picks a broken tooth out of her mouth whilst slurping Baileys.
I groan slightly, and plant my badge firmly into Harvey's chest. He opens his mouth to briefly spew some confused shit, but I'm not going to let him. I put my hood up, and wrap a single bandage around my forehead. With this last statement - I walk myself out of the precinct.
Now I'm walking home, through the rain. Police cars wail along next to me - apparently going to some holdup involving cheerleaders. Not my job any more. Stopping off in a small alleyway, I plant the last remaining pieces of my 'Mother Panic' regalia in a silver dustbin. Some lucky collector will probably find it in a month's time.
Opening the door of my house, with a key, not a window - I walk inside and sit down on the sofa next to Winn. He smirks at me, and fiddles with a bit of Lego. I realise that he's built a small figurine. Of Mother Panic. He attempts to give it to me - and I shake my head.
'What? What happened, Violet?' He inquires. 'I quit. No more heroes.' I reply.
'This has something to do with that Creeper dude, dunnit?' Winn concludes - rebuilding Mother Panic on his lap whilst humming something annoying and repetitive. I shake my head in brief confusion at this remark, and then Win continues to talk. 'Or maybe Mr Bloom? Or even The Ghost?' Panic strikes me slightly at how much Winn knows about this section of my life.
'Listen, Winn. I just decided that this wasn't the life I wanted, is all. If your wise - you'll do the same thing.' I stutter slightly. 'Basically, don't do anything with this information. Don't put on a costume. Don't try to save a city that doesn't want to be saved.' I finish, and then walk up to my bedroom.
Throwing the 'Panpipe Grenades' out of my window, and watching as they shatter on the pavement - I slump onto my bed and put my head in my hands. No more heroes, I mumble to myself.
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Gotham: Panic Attack
Mystery / ThrillerMy name is Violet Paige. I'm not a good human. I try, unlike some people, but it just doesn't stick. This is my story. (Credit goes to Gerard Way and DC comics for the creation of these assorted characters. This a non-profit fanfiction. Because I l...
