I don't know what came over me after I hung up. In a flash, my mind told me that Bruce was going to need help, and I couldn't risk running around the Narrows. It wouldn't just risk my own safety, but Dad's as well. Not only that, but he'd be worried about me and fear that I'd get hurt, and I can't have that on my back.

I wanted to help, but I couldn't do that as myself. Glancing over at my hamper, I spotted my black hoodie. I climbed off my bed and grabbed it. As it lay in my hands, I sighed.

"What is going on with me?"

Next thing I knew, I had jumped into my closet and grabbed a pair of black pants and these black Vans. Black. It had to be black. I didn't mind black, but of all the colors.

I flicked my hood onto my head and stared at myself in the mirror. I needed to cover my face somehow. Snapping my fingers, I remembered this plastic mask that went over the eyes that my brother had. I hurried to the storage room where we kept junk and my siblings old toys, that they either didn't want or left behind, and found my brother's box.

I dug and found the mask. At first, I was afraid it wouldn't fit me. But, it had a stretchy band that fit my head so I put it on. I threw the hood back on my head and smiled at myself.

"Here we go."

I had take two years of karate when I was in high school. I had taken gymnastics from age 8-18. Ten years of gymnastics would be helpful. Two years of karate? Better than nothing.

Dressed and ready, I grabbed my camera from my desk and smiled. "Won't hurt to get some photos for my blog."

With that, I hurried out of the house to find my dad in the Narrows. The moon was full and my night was about to get ugly. I drove to the Narrows and parked a few feet away from the bridge.

There were people running across the bridge in panic. I hurried across and his in an alley in the Narrows. My heart was beating fast and my breathing was heavy.

"Jesus, Bruce, how do you do it?"

I had to find my dad. But, how was I going to give him the antidote without him recognizing me? I had already told him I was coming.

My hair wasn't showing. I had tied it in a ponytail. Finally, I spotted him talking with a few cops. I had to get him alone. Almost as if he heard me, he walked off and stood close to the alley, where I was.

Clearing my throat, I remembered a deep voice I had to do for my drama class in my junior year. "Gordon."

Dad turned his head. I called him again.

"I was told to deliver something. Friend of yours."

That got Dad's attention. He walked into the alley, taking out his gun. I approached him, holding my breath. I handed him the vial and he scanned me.

"Who the hell are you? Where's Barbara?"

"Our mutual friend took her home. She's safe. He felt it was best for me to bring this to you."

He hesitated. "Who are you?"

I paused. What would Bruce say?

"I do his dirty work. We want to help."

Taking the antidote, he seemed satisfied. He adjusted his glasses and nodded towards my outfit.

"He gets all the cool stuff?"

I shrugged. "Still working on getting my own skintight outfit. Not sure if it'll work for me. He doesn't trust me with the gadgets yet."

"Yet?"

"I tend to do things my own way. Listening to orders isn't my best trait."

Dad examined the vial. "What exactly is this for?"

"It counters Crane's poison. Take one for yourself and make more of the rest."

Dad nodded until suddenly an explosion was heard. Puffs of gas filled the air and people panicked and screamed. Quickly, Dad injected his leg and groaned from the sting.

Suddenly, hundreds of people ran passed us and swallowed us up. I tried to push through but Dad had disappeared in the ocean of people.

I felt a jab in my side and someone shoved me down. I broke free and hurried against a wall when I saw several men in prison clothes run past me. I turned my head and saw a little boy all alone. Blonde and small. Maybe ten years old or nine.

He approached a group of officers and tapped one on his back. The officer casually turned and shoved the kid back a bit. I narrowed my eyes and walked over.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped.

The officer pointed a warning finger at me as a man approached us. He had dark eyes and sand colored hair. His eyes glared and looked like a guy with power. I pulled the boy close to me and shielded him.

"Let the world know the meaning of one word. And that word is...panic."

With the push of a button on this giant device, more puffs filled the air. The boy screamed and I held him tighter.

"Don't breathe it in!" I cried.

He hurried away and I followed. The sand-haired man followed as he put a mask on to keep from smelling the gas. The boy panted aloud as he stared at us. I held him behind me and stepped back.

Don't chicken out now. You got this. You can do-

It felt like a bus hit me. My head began to spin as I stumbled back. He grabbed my arm and landed punch after punch into my stomach. I wrapped my hand behind his neck and lunged my forehead into his.

He took it in like a life in a videogame and kept going. I could hear the boy in the background. Gasping every time I was punched and almost crying.

I managed to kick hthe man in the you-know-what and he stumbled back. I felt my phone buzz and I reached into my pocket and pulled it out.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Before I could even see who had called, the man slapped it out of my hand and backhanded me in the face. The sting was sharp and the way down was rough.

I fell onto my side and felt extremely dizzy. My hands were scraped and my legs were exhausted.

"Barbara? Can you hear me?"

Bruce? Was it really him or was I dead?

My mouth hung open. "Bruce..."

"Where are you? Barbara!"

My phone was tossed by my face as I slowly tried to get up.

"You must be very brave to fight for him. Love can blind people."

I blinked as I sat up. "The only blind one is you."

His accent wasn't American. Sounded British. Creep. He slapped me again before he turned and walked away.

"No one is going to get in our way of this city's destruction."