I took my place above this city, waiting. It was hard to concentrate though, I was busy thinking about Chris. He was sweet and cute, and into Batman like me, but I knew that no one would ever be able to be with me, much less love me. I was a wreck, a girl with a sick obsession with murder and dressing up as a masked vigilante. I was useless.
"Yea, bitch, your gonna love this." a man said as he dragged a girl into an alleyway by her arm. She was screaming and trying to get away. He punched her across the face, and then kneed her in the stomach. She fell slightly limp, her struggling ceased. I looked away for a moment, flashbacks flooding my mind. The hospital visit after the accident, the blood drizzling down my legs. I remember how bruised I was, and that made me mad.
It was a now or never moment, I could either save her the humiliation and regret, or I could let her live through it like I had. My mind lingered for a moment, and I decided to let her live this out...character, it was all about character...but then a crack resonated through the alleyway.
"Hey shit hole, how about you stop living on your knees, so you can die on your feet." his voice cracked the silence.
"Well lookey lookey, we have our resident superhero to save the day for you sweet heart." the thug said.
He got up and walked towards the figure standing at the entrance to the alley. I couldn't make out who it was, no cape, cant be Red Tampon, mans voice, cant be Hit Girl. It had to be, it had to be him.
The rapist charged him, but he was struck by a long green stick.
"Kick Ass..." I whispered to myself, and sped down the fire escape.
Kick Ass was doing a good job, but not good enough. As I dashed through the alleyway the rapist got kick Ass in a headlock and was beating the shit out of him. I pulled out one of my black and white throwing knifes and threw it hard. It hit the rapist in the chest. He let go of kick ass but his focus was now only on me.
"Lets fucking rumble, you cunt." I spoke as I walked towards him.
He ripped out the throwing knife.
"Oh and another, the dynamic duo?" he said furious.
"Not quite." I whispered and then lunged.
I whipped out my trench knife and stabbed him through the hand as he went for me.
I laughed, "Too slow fat ass," as I lunged at him with my trench knife again, this time hitting him on his side.
"You little bitch..." he grunted at me.
"Real fucking creative," I said, now backing off.
"Come here and fight me bitch!" he yelled at me. He came running.
I tore my Glock from the holster and pulled the trigger. He fell lifeless to the ground.
"What the fuck!" Kick Ass yelled at me, "Wha-wha-what was that? Why didn't you just shoot him to start off with?" he bitched.
"It's call theatrics...duh." I said as I placed my gun back in its holster.
"Yea well...OK...anyway thanks, I'm sure shes pretty thankful too." he said pointing to the girl.
"I didn't do it for her..." I looked over my shoulder, "it would have been character building..." I said slowly, then looked back to Kick Ass.
"I wanted to speak to you." I said as I walked away.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"OK, wow, just follow me OK?" I said irritated.
We walked a few blocks in silence. All that jingled was my broken handcuff. It felt so sweet and cold there against my wrist.
"So who are you?" he asked.
"You can call me The Chemist." I said
"So are you like a chemist in real life...?" he asked, like a child.
"No...it just sounded good." I replied trying to be nice.
I stopped walking and leaned against the cold brick wall.
"So you weren't going to save her...because a rape would have been character building?" he asked.
"Yep." I replied very short.
"Um, OK...you don't seem like a hero." he said.
"It's because I'm not." I said being a bitch.
"Then what are you?" he asked.
"I know..." a third voice spoke from the darkness.
"I know exactly what she is..."
