Karma Killings

Chapter 6

I wake up in my bed. At my house. Out of costume. What the fuck? Was it a dream? I go to sit up but flop right back down again from the pain. Definitely not a dream.
"Oh, you're awake. Don't freak out! I'm not gonna hurt you, just try not to move around too much, it'll only make you feel worse. I'm kinda surprised you managed to survive that." I hear from the doorway to my room. I look over and there stands the hero of the city.
"Hey, dickwad, why are you here?" I ask with annoyance. I'm pretty pissed off that he knows who I am and where I live now. I guess he understands my annoyance because takes a step forward and takes off his mask and hood.
Correction, SHE takes off her mask and hood. Her brown hair falls to her shoulders and she gives me a slight grin. Well shit, I guess I have to switch the name from Jeff to Jeffica now?
"It's not Jeff or Jeffica. Heh, I saved your life and you're still a jerk." She says. Fuck did I tell her that out loud?
"Yep." She replies, yet again responding to a thought I didn't try to say.
"What the hell! What is this?! Am I having a fucking stroke or some bullshit!? Please tell me!" I yell at her. She lets out a cute giggle at my reaction.
"No, you're not having a stroke. You might have a concussion though, you did hit the ground pretty hard." She tells me.
"Speaking of that, why did you save me?" I ask her, genuinely curious as to why she would save her enemy and biggest threat.
"I don't know." She replies. "Maybe it's because I saw your mask come off and I realized I knew you." She continues.
"Why does that matter? That doesn't change who I am or what I've done." I tell her, and she looks at me and almost seems sad.
"People can change, if you tried hard enough, I'm sure you could change too." She says, with that she crosses the room and jumps out my window. Damn, I didn't even get to ask for her name!
Over time I got better, the pain dulled and in about a week I could get up without feeling like I was hit by a bus. I slowly recovered, and in the meantime, while I can't fight I work on some more weapons and of course my world destroyer. Although I think I spend most of my time walking rather than anything else. At first, it was to dull the pain and try to get better, now I walk with my disguise on at night to get used to the weight of it again. Tonight is one of those nights.
The sun just set behind the city and the people are all going inside because people don't like being out in the cold here. I walk down my usual path, past buildings, through alleys, across empty parking lots, and all the way back. However, just as I'm about to go into my lair again, I hear a kid yelling in another alleyway.