Chapter 10
The wind whipped in Bruce's face unmercifully, and the rain pelted down like hailstones. Through the torrent, he could just see the next building. If he could just make this last jump-
He landed on the gravel roof with a crunch. His back screamed in pain, like a hot knife stabbing him. He moaned but kept going- he had no time to waste. Poison Ivy would not let him escape so easily.
If he had his bearings right- and according to the compass on his wrist, he did- the Tumbler was just a few blocks away. He only hoped the police had lost him.
Bruce plunged off the roof. "Doesn't matter if they have, they'll find me again when I-oof!" A whizzing bullet lodged itself in his shoulder. Blood splattered in his face and leaked onto the cape as he thudded into the ground on his back. His breath caught in his throat, and for one wild moment, he thought he was suffocating.
"Alfred! Alfred!" He yelled into the walkie-talkie attached to his hip. "Behind the Meyer Lumber warehouse in the industrial district!" Alfred yelled something unintelligible back to him, but Bruce did not listen. Police sirens were wailing just a few blocks away. He had to get to the Tumbler.
Just as he rounded the corner,his cape snagged on a dumpster, yanking him back. He slipped on the wet concrete, and his head knocked into the metal dumpster with a clang.
The clouds swam in front of his eyes. The darkness enveloped him in its cold arms.
Authors note: more coming soon! Merry Christmas everyone!