Robin car tumbled down the highway uncontrollable. He was beginning to feel as drunk on pain as Slade was on misery and alcohol. Robin began to scramble from the wreckage as Dark awoke.
Slade's head was through his windshield and looked as if he wouldn't be getting up for good long time. Robin would have used his communicator for help but it had been smashed. Slade's long white hair, stained with blood, drifted in the wind.
Dark grabbed the car with his hand and heaved himself out. He wavered, shaking his head and blinking, the opening his eyes wide to focus. Robin stood by in the middle of two or three smoking cars. Dark assumed the carnage had ended and stepped one weary foot forward. Robin whipped around to face him and Dark pulled his sleeve down around his severed wrist. Robin looked round desperately for a means to get away before Slade began the pursuit again. Robin was thinking differently now. He was only in the now. Robin saw the first person behind the wheel of a car and moved toward them with an air of insanity. The man was young, maybe in his thirties but he gripped his steering wheel. Robin moved to the window of he car and leaned in. The man and Robin exchanged a few words and before long the man was hesitantly stepping out of the car. Dark saw the man shift around for something in his breast pocket. Dark moved forward to Robin and was about to get into the passenger seat when the man pulled a gun. Dark, seeing the reflection of the man behind him in the window, span around and stuck his only hand through the man's thick neck, blood gushing everywhere. Dark pulled his hand back, deciding whether to feel sadistic of horrified.
As the man fell down dead, Dark smiled looking at the body. He crawled into te car and looked at Robin who almost looked as if he approved of what had just been done. Dark laughed and Robin joined in as the sped off.