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"So, let me just get this straight," I mumbled as I paced the floor of the Bat cave. Bruce was sitting in his chair by the command screen, his hands folded over the top of his cane in contemplation. "Pamela Ivesly had had a daughter."
"Linda Blake," Bruce clarified and I nodded. "Who then had a daughter, Alexandra."
"And Alexandra went to live with her grandma who then imparted her evil ways," I took a deep breath in and ran a hand through the top of my hair and stifled a yawn. When was the last time I had slept? It had seemed like I had been running for hours without so much as a minor brake. At this rate, my body was going to crash. Plus, all this not taking care of myself couldn't be good for the poison inside my veins. "Ivy died and Alexandra took up the mantle, went after Terry and then when I had interfered, poisoned me."
"That sounds about right," Bruce muttered and I frowned. "But, we still don't know what Alexandra wants."
"Or why she's using Terry to get it." Ace barked from the corner and I smiled. I could feel my heart pounding and I felt a little dizzy. Odd, I had been fine just a second ago.
"Dana?" I met Bruce's gaze, but he was blurry and hard to make out. I put my hand to my forehead and heat singed my skin. Breathing was starting to become difficult.
"Mr. Wayne, I think something is wrong." I tried to take a step towards him, but my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. Cradling myself, I tried to get back up. Dammit! I wasn't going to let it all end here! I couldn't give up!
"Dana!" Bruce's voice was far away and I couldn't seem to focus on it. "Dana, what's wrong!" I kept blinking my eyes, trying to stay awake, but it was hurting so badly. I wanted Terry here with me. I missed him. Was this really going to be how I ended? So close to the finish line, but missing the mark in the end?
Why?
Why me? What had I ever done to deserve this? Or was this just how heroes ended up? Did evil always triumph over good? Were heroes just sentenced to die?
Terry. God, I wanted to see him one last time. I wanted to know that I had saved him. That I had brought him back from the darkness. I loved him so much.
"Terry," I whispered and then felt myself free fall into the dark.
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