Chapter 2

As soon as the Batmobile pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the hospital, the girl lept out and sprinted to the front doors.

When Batman came in, he saw her arguing with the receptionist at the front desk. "Please, my parents were brought in a few moments ago and I have to see them! This is extreamly important! They may need me! Please! Let me in!"

"I'm sorry, but if you have no proof that you are related to them, you cannot get in!" The woman behind the desk said in a loud voice.

"She is related to the couple that was brought in," a deep, calm voice interjected. The girl and receptionist both whirrled around to look at Batman. "I'm sure any form of identification was burned in the fire. She needs to get through to see her mother and father."

The receptionist's jaw stood wide open and blinked her eyes a few times before answering, "Yes... yes, they are on the 4th floor, in the emergency care unit," she said guesturing toward an elevator.

The girl once again took off, but this time, Batman was in hot pursuit. They both ran into the elevator and stood uneasily in the elevator as it began to move up. Batman looked at the girl, she was covered in soot and ash from the fire. Her eyes shown with fear, glossy looking in the light of the elevator. He then looked at her arm where she had been hit but the beam. The cloth of her shirt was frayed beyond repair and he looked at her arm for the burn.

Batman's eyes grew again. There was no burn on her arm! There was no way she could not have a burn after a hit like that. It had definatly hit her, so why was there no mark?

Before he could ponder the mysterious burn further, the elevator door opened and the girl rushed out toward the emergency care unit. They ran to the desk next to the doors that would lead them to the hallway her parents were in somewhere. "Yes," the girl said to the new receptionist, "My parents were checked in a few minutes ago, I need to see them as fast as possible."

But unlike the first receptionist, this receptionist said, "The fire victims? Yes, they're in with the doctors now." She then saw Batman and her jaw went slack like the other woman's had. "Oh," the girl said quickly, "He's with me."

She looked at Batman who was now standing behind the girl, "Is that true?"

"Yes," he said simply.

"Oh. Um- alright. Go ahead," she said guesturing toward the door.

Once again, the girl shot through the doors, and once again, Batman ran to keep up. Luckally, as they entered the hallway, a doctor who was heading out of one of the rooms caught sight of them.

"Are you here for the fire victims?" the man asked the girl.

"Yes," she gasped, "are they alright?"

"Well, the doctors are working with them now and it's still pretty hard to say. You can wait out here if you like."

The girl nodded. She then rested against the wall behind her. Batman stood with her and looked at her from out of the corner of his eye, still trying to figure out the missing burn and amazing exit.

"It's hard to explaine..." she said suddenly.

"What?" Batman asked her, totally lost at this comment.

"I know what your thinking, the fire wall and my burn. And now the fact that I know what your thinking. It's hard to explaine..." she said, looking at her shoes.

Then, another doctor came out of a room nearby. When he saw the girl, he approached her. She stood up straight and held her breath. "Are you the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Martin?" he asked her, takeing off his medical mask.

"Yes," she said breathlessly, "how are they?"

The doctor removed his medical cap and ran his fingers through his hair. The girl stood still, anticipateing his next statement. "I'm really sorry," he started, "but there were to many complications..."

The breath she had been holding escaped her lungs like air out of a balloon. She found it increasingly harder to breath, he chest kept heaving, her, legs started to go numb, her arms and hand started to shake.

"They had been in the building too long," she heard a quiet voice murmur somewhere around her. Her vision started to cloud over, she couldn't see anything anymore. She felt dizzy...

"They inhaled to much smoke and toxic gas," the voice continued, growing quieter and quieter with every word, the clouds began to swirl, and then, her knees gave, she started to fall.

She then felt something holding her up, something strong and warm. But none of that mattered. Not now. She was alone, and spiraling into darkness.