Chapter 2
Her eyes had only been closed briefly before she found herself shaken gently awake. In any other normal circumstances she would have been suspicious and crawled away from this new presence. But her eyes were so heavy and she was so tired. So when the voice gently asked her to stand up; she obeyed. Standing shakily on her thin legs she fell back suddenly. Before she could hit the ground she was swept up into the arms of the person. 'No not just any person' she told herself. Her 'rescuer'; her knight in shining armour. With this last thought she dozed off again.
He watched as she once again fell asleep. Only; this time in his arms. She turned closer into him as he took off into the night towards the Tumbler.
Reaching the tank quickly, he placed her limp form in the passenger seat and laid her head back gently. He entered around the other side and closed the tumbler's top, encasing them both in darkness.
That night he drove carefully back to his temporary hideout, careful not rouse her or shake her awake with his crazy driving.
Arriving at his hideout and parking the car, he quickly called Alfred and told him not to wait up for him tonight; he wasn't going home. With that business out of the way; he took of his heavy armour and set off to the parked tank in only his sweat pants.
He reached down into the armoured car and brought out her limp form. Wrapping his arms around her carefully he carried her over to his work bench. Laying her body out carefully along the stainless steel bench he contemplated the situation he had just got himself into. He knew that just taking her off the street was rash; he knew that there were other places he could have taken her; the hospital or a homeless shelter for instance. But something about this girl no woman he corrected himself seeing the curve of her breasts her tight sweater created.
Pushing back that area of thought he began to free her arm of the blood soaked sleeve. With careful movements he cut the whole sleeve off and peeled the soaked fabric off. He watched her face for any sign of pain but she was gone to far to be waking up any time soon. He started to soak some sterile swads with water mixed with iodine. Gently washing away her blood with the wet swads he began to think again.
This really had been the most inappropriate decision he had ever made and Alfred would certainly be very angry with him. But after seeing her crying stumbling form walk the Narrows and watching the blood flow from her arm; he felt that he could relate to her. They were both broken and maybe, somehow they could both heal each other.
With her arm all cleaned up and bandaged he set about removing her wet and bloodied leggings. Heaving a sigh of relief when he saw she was wearing underwear he picked her up tenderly and carried her to the small twin bed he had put there for nights like these when he didn't return home. He lay her down carefully on her back and positioned her arm so it would not hurt her if she woke quickly. He lay down next to her careful not be to close as she would probably freak out when she woke up.
All night he lay on his side watching her. Finally it was morning and he saw her stirring, but before he could leap out of the bed a pair of blue green eyes snapped open and locked with his own.