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Barbara's eyes went wide. She turned back to the ledge and the scream occurred again... The Justice league... They had missed someone... Couldn't they hear the crying coming from the still flaming building? Apparently they didn't. No one was doing anything... Barbara stood up then sank back down. "No..." she whimpered. She was afraid... Afraid of the flames, the more she looked at them; the more they seemed to grow in size. Rubbing her temples she turned to leave only to stop, as the crying got louder.
"Ignore it Barbara... It's not worth it..." she hissed at herself...
"You can't let that child die... You aren't that heartless..." a voice in her head nagged.
"But the last time I tried to help... Whitman died... I killed him..."
"It'll be different... That was an accident...This..."
Barbara looked at her hands. The memory of Whitman dying was just to painful... Killing him...Was just so easy... how the bones just crumpled under her touch. It was just too scary to think about... About how simple it was to take someone's one life...And she didn't even try to... What if she did it again? She... "No...I can't...Not again...The Firemen... they'll save her..." She comforted herself before walking away.
There was suddenly a loud scream causing Barbara's ears to ring violently. Barbara clasped her ears, the girl's wails, sobs, and cries echoing in her head. Pulling at her hair. Barbara closed her eyes and in a moment of utter determination, she ran back and jumped straight into the flaming building. "Barbara YOU ARE INSANE..." she cursed herself as something next to her exploded loudly. Looking around and scared beyond all measure... she slowly braced herself against the flames.
"I'm coming...Hold on..." she called.
Coughing, Barbara ran up a flaming staircase. "Are you in there?" she gagged knocking on a door. Barbara heaved a sigh of relief as she heard what sounded like a feeble reply. Growling she broke down the door and nearly fell face flat on the ground. As she pulled herself up her ears perked up as she heard the ceiling starting to cave in. Quickly she leaped away as a hue pile of rubble collapsed right onto where she fell.
"That was way to close Barbara..." she chided herself before hearing a desperate wail coming from a huge wardrobe. Flipping her long hair out of her face she scrambled towards the wardrobe and flung the doors open. Inside it a tiny girl about five years old starred teary eyed back at her.
"Shhhh...Come here, I've got you darling...I OW!" she yelped rubbing her throbbing hand where the little girl had kicked her.
"Scary kitty... GO AWAY..." the girl whimpered as she continued kicking in a desperate attempt to keep Barbara away.
"Strong aren't you... "
"GO AWAY!"
"I won't hurt you..." Barbara said gently trying to hide her panic as more rubble came crashing down behind her.
The girl stopped kicking and cocked her head, wondering why the kitty hasn't eaten her yet.
"Kitty?" she whispered.
"That's right... Come to kitty... Kitty is here to help you" Barbara cooed grudgingly while praying the ceiling wouldn't collapse on her.
Slowly the little girl walked into Barbara's arms.
"Good girl..." Barbara whispered. Reminding herself to be gentle Barbara cradled the girl, shielding the girl's delicate body with her own arms as Barbara started running for their lives. Struggling through the smoke and flame Barbara cussed as the staircase she had came up from crumble like a deck of cards.
"Shh. Shh...It's alright darling...You're going to be alright..." Barbara comforted the girl as she started to cry loudly. Swallowing her internal panic attack, Barbara looked around but could not find any form of escape.
"Wait a window... We can jump out of one..." Stumbling through the thick smoke she finally spotted one... On the opposite floor...
"Crap..." Barbara mumbled. She had to jump, over the roaring flames, to the opposite ledge to reach that window...And that jump was...
"Its too far... Even for me..." Barbara thought desperately looking at the gap. No...She couldn't do it...She couldn't...
"KITTY!" Instinctively, Barbara sidestepped as a huge amount of burning furniture came crashing down. Knowing it was do or die... She closed her eyes took a deep breath and leaped...
"GOD DAMMIT..." she swore as her feet missed the ledge by millimeters but thanks to her faster reflexes, she was still able to grab hold onto the ledge with one hand. Looking at the crying girl in her other hand she tried to haul both of them up only to snarl in panic as they slide downwards. Fearing for the worst, she flung the girl back up to safety and heaved a sigh of relief, knowing at least one of them, was going to survive this ordeal.
"Ughh... Ahhh..." Barbara whimpered. As she tried to pull herself up, the ledge started to crumble. Slowly she tried again only to stop dead as she heard the ledge moan and creak. Her weight was causing it to weaken...
"That's it... I'm going to die... roasted alive..." Barbara thought fearfully looking at the flames. She could feel herself slipping even more. She was losing her grip... She couldn't pull herself up... It was hopeless... She just couldn't... Accepting her fate Barbara shut her eyes and waited for the huge amount of agony that awaited her.
"Huh..." she gasped opening her eyes in surprise as a small but firm hand wrapped itself around her own.
"Kitty UP!" the girl pleaded pulling Barbara's arm like her life depended on it...Well technically it did because Barbara could hear the ledge creaking loudly in protest from all the weight it was supporting. The ledge would cave, any moment now...
Barbara looked at the little girl tugging at her arm. She was strained, using all her strength to try and save Barbara's life...
"No... No... Stop... Let me go... Let me die..." Barbara told the girl who just shook her head and continued pulling.
"Save kitty..." she wheezed.
There was a "CRACK!" and both the girl and Barbara slid further down but the girl still continued pulling despite knowing her death was probably just a meter drop away.
"No...I can't let her die... I can't let her die like Whitman..."
With a roar, Barbara managed to summon enough motivation and strength to scramble up and away from the ledge. With no time to celebrate, Barbara scooped up the little girl. Running as fast as her legs could carry her, she closed her eyes and dove straight out of the window
