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"Follow her!"
I wasted no time walking out of the door to the streets of Gotham ignoring the fact that I looked like a complete mess.
Not only was my hair messed up from that man grabbing me, but also my coat jacket was slung messily in the corner of my elbow while I kept a death grip on the handles of my purse instead of carrying it around my shoulder.
I had to get away. I had to go home. These men were after blood no doubt, and although it seemed that I had avoided my demise for the moment, Bane clearly knew that I had witnessed his murder of Daggett.
Turning my head slightly to the side, I could see from the corner of my eye three men of Bane's casually walking out of Daggett's building following behind me through the dense crowd.
"Shit." I muttered ducking my head towards the ground as my heels clicked furiously against the pavement. I was probably Gotham's best fast paced walker in high heels. Despite the pain blistering from the bottom of my knees down to the start of my ankles, I continued to brisk down the sidewalk.
That was, until something light and wet chilled my exposed shoulders in the next second. I groaned looking up at the dark clouds above me. "A storm is brewing… just fucking great." I moaned walking a bit faster knowing the apartment was just a few blocks away.
Wait a second… I can't go back home!
I paused abruptly turning my head to see which path I should take. I quickly looked to the right and continued down the street while thinking of the next place to go. If I had gone home, they would have just followed me there and Blake would…wait! Blake!
I thought biting my lip realizing I was headed in the opposite direction of the police station. At least if I made it to the station I'd be surrounded by cops and I could wait out the men stalking me until Blake got to me.
Quickly I glanced in the clothes store I happened to be walking alongside horrified at the reflection behind me. The men were still the same distance away as they were when we started this escapade but now they seemed to be picking up on my tail.
The small rain droplets suddenly became heavier and faster as they began to pitter-pattered against my cold and wet flesh. My hair was beginning to bunch into clusters and my shirt sticking onto me like a second skin. This was going to be a heavy rainfall and if I didn't get out of it soon not only was I going to be drench from head to toe.
The worst part of the whole ordeal, I realized crossing the sidewalk with the small crowd alongside of me, was the fact these men would not discontinue following me due to a little water. They lived in the sewers, right? What harm would fresh rainwater be to them?
I looked both ways quickly with a sharp turn of my head before crossing the street once again. Cars honked at me as they passed through the intersection, upset that I was not abiding by the pedestrian crosswalk light. I still didn't care.
My paced hurried. The clothes stuck even more to my skin, weighing me down with the extra amount of water the cotton fibers held. My breath was increasing with each pounding step my high heels took and the burning pain seemed to ignite more in my sore shins.
If I crossed through the next block and turned left and then took another left, I could be back on the road that will lead me straight to the station… I thought to myself.
The people on the street were diminishing… the rain causing them to stay safe inside. Looking back, I gulped seeing the three men a little bit farther behind but still following my trail.
"Crap." I muttered looking ahead and noticing the road I needed to go down being blocked off for construction. "Shit… fucking shit to hell…" I turned to the left much earlier than I needed to, in the hopes that I could cross and make it to the street that I needed to be on.
Only as soon as I walked down the road did I notice the type of neighborhood I had gone down. "You've gotta-" I looked behind myself seeing the men round the corner.
Literally, not one single person strode down either side of the block. But realizing which part of the city I was traveling down, someone in sight would only cause more trouble.
Blake warned me about 17th Street. Drug dealers and middlemen of the mobs worked down here. Yes, even though the Dent Act got rid of most of the Mobs goons, there were still the few bunch that roamed Gotham.
And now I was in their territory.
I could only think of three options as the rain fell violently on my soaking wet body.
1. Either attempt to call Blake and hope he could rescue me from the street and the men, 2. knock on one of the doors and hope no one would kill or hurt me, or 3. Run!
Looking once more out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the men deepening their strides towards me. My only option now was to bolt…
With a deep breath and a hard grip around my purse, I ran… I ran as fast as my high heels would allow.
I didn't care that the rain blinded me or that it froze my skin to no end. I didn't care that I had dropped my suit jacket on the ground behind, I didn't even care that my heels dug into the back of my ankle blistering the wet skin.
I had to make it out so I could warn the others.
By the pace I was running, I was quickly going to make it out of the street towards the alley that would lead me to the correct street I needed to be on. And hopefully, there would be concerned peoples that would help… hopefully.
I looked down the road and then dashed down the asphalt towards the alley. There were, of course, trash cans and garbage bags down the small corridor threatening to trip me but by some miracle I managed to hop overtop or avoid the items.
My fast paced momentum was becoming hard to stop as I neared the edge of the alley but I could hear the grunts of breath of the three men right behind me.
My heels clacked against the pavement. The momentum of my feet wouldn't stop and the difference of sound from cement asphalt rang in the part of my brain that warned me of danger. But by this point it was too late. The light headed towards me grew with each step I took.
That was until I realized the car had stopped two inches away from my body.
"Maggie?!" A man yelled after opening the driver door. I attempted to wipe the rain from my eyes but the light from the car seemed to blind me the most.
The man ran towards me, "What the hell are you-?"
"Tommy!" I realized who the man was and clutch my hands around the front of his uniform. "Tommy! Please!" I begged as my purse fell to the ground.
"Yea yea, what's-?" He placed his hands around my wrists and then looked to the alley I had just run out of. "They after you?" He frowned removing his hands from mine and clutching the gun around his waist.
"Please, just take me to the station. I have to… I just. Please!" I shook him away from the men. They turned around anyways as soon as they realized I knew whom the cop was.
"Okay okay…" He placed the gun back and patted my back. "I have a blanket in the car. Come on." He bent down quickly clutching my ruined leather purse in his hand as I nodded. He smiled briefly and then led me around the front of the car to the passenger seat and opened the door for me. "Good thing I already had the heater on." He smiled as I sat and then slammed the door shut.
My body had been shivering violently at this point, but I wasn't concerned with that as much as I was looking back into the faces of the three men that were following me.
They were smiling at me. As much as I knew I had escaped from them my thoughts were wrapped around one thought.
Bane…
He was the one behind everything and I only knew it was only going to get worse from here.
"Okay…" Tommy sighed sitting in the car and slamming the door, "Here's the-"
"Please, can we just go?" I demanded as he reached for the blanket in the back seat. Unlike Blake's car, Tommy didn't have the cage separating the criminals in the back seat.
"Um. Sure." He placed the blanket overtop of my soaking pants and then shifted the gear of his car into drive. I unfolded the warm dark blue fleece blanket and huddled myself inside it with a sigh. "So… who where those guys?" He asked not daring to look at me.
I shook my head as I looked out the window biting my lip. "I-I don't know." I muttered.
"Well ya know, the road ya came out from was 17th. Ain't you been living here forever? You should know that-"
"Tommy!" I snapped forcing him to silence. "J-Just…" I rubbed my right temple, "Just please be quiet. I don't know why those men were chasing me, but they chased me all the way to 17th. Now please, just drive to the station while I thaw out."
He nodded once more and reached for his walkie-talkie in the middle console of the dashboard. "Unit 385 calling in a possible 217… victim female and with me right now. On route back to Alpha."
The device beeped back and then a scratchy man's voice confirmed the call in, "Roger that." It was the same voice that called in on Blake's phone as well. Sometimes when he would get home from work the device would sound off and Blake would quickly turned down the volume so that I would not proceed to tell him to shut it up.
"Hey, you guys know if Blake's around there?" Tommy asked with a slight smirk glancing briefly at me. I proceeded to avoid his look and instead placed my shivering hands towards the air vent blowing out hot steam at me. I sighed in relief feeling the blood rush back in my fingertips.
"I think he is…" Another different voice responded. It must have been one of the officers listening in.
"Yea," Another voice sounded. This one I could recognize as being Stiller's voice. "He's been in his office since he dropped off that crap at the hospital to Gordon. Why you want him?"
Tommy chuckled before beeping in his message, "Picked up a little something for him. ETA 10."
I rolled my eyes after feeling some warm cascade through the numb feeling throughout my body. He still couldn't get over the fact Blake and I weren't 'together' even though we lived with one another. "How's the Commissioner been?" I decided to change the subject.
"Oh you know… he still thinks there's some crazy army thing in the sewer. Me, I think he hit his head a little too hard after going in that man-hole."
"You were there at the shooting with Blake?" John had explained the full story of the shooting with the missing congressmen. Apparently Gordon went to chase after the shooters when a gas explosion stopped the rest of the officers from following.
Tommy nodded with a smile, "Yea that damn hot-head. After that explosion the crazy fool wanted us to go down there. Then he ran off and next thing we all know, Gordon washes up in a sewer drain. Idiot…"
I nodded and proceeded to hold my tongue from arguing with Tommy. After all, he was helping me. "Yea."
Even though I looked out the rainy window of the car, my thoughts focused on the night Blake asked me to save Gordon. Now realizing he asked me save the Commissioner instead of his friends made it seem like I was secretly one of them… maybe even better.
The station was about two minutes away as Tommy turned the car down the corner on the right, "And now the Batman's back…" He sighed. I perked my head up looking back at the man. "And we are in a whooooooooole ass-load of paper work now because of it. I fucking hate that guy…"
"Why?" I defensively responded. "I watched the news coverage of that last night. He was trying to stop the robbers." I attempted to keep my voice calm but stern. "And then the police stepped in a let the criminals get away."
Tommy lifted a hand off the wheel pointing a scowling finger at me, "He can't just kill the DA and get away with it. Harvey Dent was the city's true hero."
I rolled my eyes. Of course, everyone had been brainwashed to believe the Batman was bad just because he killed someone…if I knew the Batman like I thought I did, I'd say Dent's murder was set up by Joker or something.
"If I get the chance to see Batman," Tommy continued as he drove through the gate of the Gotham Police station, "I will shove my foot so far up Batman's ass they'd end up calling him, Ass-Fa-"
"All right, that's enough!" I shot my hands on either side of my face enraged by his threats. If Tommy was charming before, now he was the epitome of the rest of this stupid city. "Is there food in the station?" I wondered feeling my stomach gargle.
"Oh yea," Tommy sniffed attempting to take control once more on our conversation. "There's a cafeteria and everything. I'll buy ya something."
I shook my head while clutching the soaked leather handles of my purse and replacing the blanket down by my feet, "That's alright… I just need like a water or something…"
The car stopped underneath the underpass leading to the side of the station where the police would enter. I only figured this bit of information after seeing as two police officers assisted a man in handcuffs inside the front entrance.
Opening the door, I was rudely awakened with the harsh cold breeze of the windy storm. It was getting colder, about the mid-fifties today, and soon it would become even colder. Wintertime.
As soon as my heels hit the pavement, I felt the ache of every bone and muscle in my legs after my excursion. I supported the rest of my weight on my arms while attempting to push myself out of the seat. But unfortunately failed miserably towards the pavement.
"Oh geezus, Maggie!" Tommy slammed the diver side door shut running to my aid. "Hey, let me help ya, huh?" He muttered as I tried to swat him away. "Ya know you're just as stubborn as Blake."
I chuckled despite not being able to feel my chest from the brittle wet wind, "That's where I get it from. I had to put up with him for so long…"
Tommy smiled back and then turned his head towards the door. "Hey you guys! Come help me out will ya!" Two frantic officers rushed out of the door towards us.
"Hey ma'am you alright?"
"Geezus Maggie! What da hell happened ta ya?!"
I looked up seeing a concerned Smith and an officer I didn't recognize. "I'm fine…" I lied while the men helped me up. I tried to force myself from getting entangled in one of their arms. That's just what I wanted Blake to see as I entered the station… the fact I was too weak to walk.
"Here, lean into me…" Tommy held my waist while Smith wrapped his jacket around my shoulders. The other officer proceeded to hold my purse in his hand while making sure nothing spilled from my fall.
I nodded and then realized the burning sensation in my feet. Before taking another step further I pointed to my toes. "I seriously cannot walk another inch in these shoes. Would it be possible for me to walk in without them?"
Tommy smirked holding back a laugh, "O course. Ross, take her shoes will ya?"
The officer I didn't know nodded quickly and bent down gently sliding off my ruined black heels. In order to distract myself from the blistered pain in my feet I questioned the man, "You're Ross?"
"Yes ma'am." He hissed after removing one shoe.
"You're Blake's partner, aren't ya?" I closed my eyes attempting to forget the horrible pain in my unconstrained foot.
Ross hissed once more after gently sliding off my other shoe, "Why yes I am." He stood holding the heels behind his back, probably so that I wouldn't cry over the condition of my shoes. "You're his roommate, right?"
Tommy lead me forward slowly with Smith at my other side and Ross next to Tommy. "Yea…" I hissed feeling the cold and wet pavement on my burning feet. "Unfortunately, I admit it."
"He's a good guy." Ross added attempting to distract me but I wouldn't let him. Looking down at my feet, I understood the reason why Ross had hissed after taking off my shoes.
Not only were my toes bleeding from the popped blisters and cut skin, but also bruised to a purple and green color around the areas that the heels made too much contact with my fat bunions and heels. "Just fucking awesome…" I muttered just before the guys walked me fully into the door.
"Oh my goodness." A woman standing behind the desk squealed. "Here I'll grab a wheelchair and-"
"No!" I shook my head pushing off of Tommy's grasp. "I'm fine…I was just really freaking cold and my feet hurt…that's all." I placed my arms through the holes of the jacket. "Smith you mind me borrowing this for a little bit?"
He smiled, "Not a all Mags."
"Well Miss, you should really reconsider. In your condition-" The woman attempted me to sit in the damn wheelchair once more. As if I was a fucking cripple or something.
"I said no!" I snapped and then held my hand out towards Ross, "Can I have my belongings back now? Thanks for holding them."
Ross hesitantly looked between Tommy and Smith, but reluctantly placed the handles of my bag around my arm and the shoes in my hand. By the looks of the heels, they were complete garbage. Instead of being black like they were at the beginning of the day, they had turned into a scuffed mess while the inside soles were completely bloody.
I handed the shoes back to Ross, "Never mind, you can just throw these out." He laughed at me but it was Tommy that took them from my hands.
"Officer Demetrio, is this the 417 you called in?" A man wearing a brown trench coat walked down the hallway. I noticed all the guys and even the woman from the desk standing a little bit straighter.
"Yes sir, Deputy Commissioner Foley." Tommy answered. "I ran into her being chased. I assumed it was an Assault with intention to kill."
"Assault?" I questioned and shook my head. As I did so, small droplets of rainwater splattered from my still wet hair. "No, no, they were chasing after me… I'm not really sure if their intention was to kill or not…"
Foley rolled his eyes, "Whada think assault means, sweetheart? Follow me…" he turned his back for a moment until Tommy coughed catching his attention.
"Uh, sir, Margaret Robin here is actually good friends with Blake… I was taking her to see him," Tommy looked to me and then back at Foley, "Like she asked me to."
Foley smiled menacingly and then waved his hand for the rest of us to follow without another word. I looked towards the guys and then continued following alongside of them.
We walked down the corridor silently while small beads of water pattered off of my clothes and hair while my bare feet slapped against the tile floor. Foley turned his blonde and greying head towards me with a scowl. "What kinda ruckus were ya getting into then? As I remember you were the girl involved in that shooting a couple of months back at that suit store, correct?"
I contemplated responded for a moment or two while glaring back at his scowl. A small nudge from Tommy proceeded in my answer, "Yea. That was me. Thank you so much for all your concern…"
Ross chuckled for a second but then changed his laugh into a violent cough. "I see…" Foley rolled his eyes as both Ross and me and then turned the corner towards a room full of cubicles and a office door marked Deputy Commissioner Peter Foley. "Demetrio, Ross, Smith, leave us." He pointed to each one of the men. "Miss Robin, step into my office."
I looked towards the guys once before entering through the threshold of the room. "Have a seat, Miss Robin…" Foley walked pass me after shutting the door behind my back and then proceeding to take off his jacket on the coat hanger next to his desk.
"Am I in trouble?" I questioned sternly while sitting down. I made sure to button Smith's jacket around my torso in the event this creep was trying to seduce me or something. By that snake-like grin plastered on his mug, I wasn't in too much of a trusting mood from this ass.
"I just have a few questioned I need to ask." Foley sat at his desk while folding his hands on the top. "Seems to me like your getting too involved lately in our system. A robbery with murder, then commissioner Gordon's apprehension, I even received a call about you and Blake forging your identity as a detective at Bruce Wayne's, and now this little shin-dig."
I frowned my eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry… explain to me how a code what-ever the fuck it was- is any of my fault. I just happened to run into Tommy and it's a damn good thing I did or-"
Foley stood by the defensive tone in my voice, "So far over the past couple of months you've been aiding in helping Blake with his duties. Either stop getting involved or sign up for the academy, sweetheart, because this has to end."
I frowned.
I scowled.
And I proceeded to shoot him with a lazer-ray in my head about fifty times now.
There was a knock on the door causing the both of us to turn our heads at the source. "Who is it?!" Foley yelled unfolding his hands and leaning back into his chair.
The door squealed open revealing my enraged roommate. "I'm sorry, but is there a problem, Deputy Foley?" John strode into the room walking by the chair I sat on. The two of us refused to make eye contact with one another and instead forced our eyes upon the man behind the desk. "Because if there is then-"
"Take your girlfriend out of my office to be further questioned." He waved his hand in the air. "And reminded me, once again, to keep hot-heads out of detective affairs. Both from our office and civilians."
I continued my sneer at Foley until a hand yanked my arm out of the chair. "Ow!" I whined to Blake under my breath but stopped by the agitated frown on his mug. "Okay. I can walk now…" I threw my arm out of his grasp as he shut the door.
The two of us exchanged a quick glace at one another before Blake walked pass me towards the room of cubicles. I looked to the man on my side realizing it was Ross still standing there with a look of guilt on his face. I parted my chapped lips to speak to him when Blake called my name.
"Yea?" I walked to the third cubicle on the right looking like a complete mess in front of him. My clothes and hair were still sopping from the rainwater plus the fact I wasn't wearing any shoes only added to the mystery of my assault, as Foley called it.
"Come sit." He pointed to the swirly chair next to his own. His cubicle was small, but held enough room for three people to fit comfortably. With a nod I placed my wet purse on the side of the entrance and sat next to him.
The next few moments of silence were probably the most awkward moments I've ever encountered with John; even more awkward than the next morning seeing each other after a night of regrettable kinky sex.
He sighed and then rubbed a hand through his short brown hair and then shook his head looking at a bunch of files on the computer screen. "What…" He started to say and then paused sighing even harder.
Instead of responding again, Blake turned to me. His face was stern, probably the sternest I've ever seen him in the eight years I've come to know this man.
"What. Happened?" His voice was only a whisper in my ear, while his hand seemed to slide up my wet thigh towards the inside of Smith's jacket and to my waist.
I sniffed, still avoiding his glace by looking in the direction of the bulletin board above his computer. "I…I just…"
Suddenly the walkie-talkie buzzed, "Code 187. Two victims; one male the other female. Both found near the alley on 4th and 23rd."
That address…
My head turned to the radio on the desk in a panic. Daggett… that's where Daggett's company is and-and-
I gagged for a brief second but quickly covered my mouth in a panic I would actually puke on the table. Placing my head in-between my knees wasn't calming Blake down but it kept me from throwing up what little was left in my stomach.
"Mags! Maggie, what the hell is-"
"I know who it is!" I sat my head up looking at Blake with tears threatening to roll from my eyes. I whispered firmly at my next sentence, "I know who…it… is…"
Blake leaned in carefully while turning down the radio, "Who? Are these the people that assaulted you?"
I nodded my head slowly while wrapping my arms around my waist still in Smith's police jacket from earlier.
Blake rolled his eyes, "Well what happened? I have to make a note of your situation in the system anyways." He rubbed my shoulder tenderly.
"I was-" I sniffed a huge snot bomb from rolling out of my right nostril. "I was at Daggett's… the meeting…"
He nodded attentively as if his usual police mode was kicking in. Just like when he questioned me after the robbery.
Wait a second! I thought to myself. Those guys were the ones that killed JW. So that means Bane- oh shit… BANE!
I looked to Blake horrified at my discovery. "What happened babe? Come on you can tell me anything…"
"Blake." I hushed his name and then looked around the outside of the cubicle to make sure no one was listening in on our conversation. "Blake… I don't know what's going on here but whatever it is, everything is connected."
John shook his head slowly not understanding the full severity of our situation.
"And it's only going to get worse from here on out…"
"What's going to get worse? What the hell is happening?"
I sighed and then pulled my arms from around my waist to gently placing my hands on his knee next to mine. "Daggett is the one dead… I watched him die. He and the over-friendly secretary are the bodies the radio just called in."
"Oh shit…" John ran a frantic hand through his stubbly hair. "Who-?"
"It's just like Gordon said… The army. The underground sewer army…" I looked up from John's lap into confounded brown eyes. "It's Bane… I saw him."
John heaved another sigh and held my hands in his. "You saw?"
I nodded softly, "The whole thing. Daggett was the one forcing Bane at the stock exchange. He said that the 'hit' was done so that Daggett could take control of Wayne Enterprises but I guess Bane was just using Daggett…"
"Okay." John patted the top of my hands carefully. "I'm taking you home. You're going to tell me the rest in the car… I don't want Foley or the rest of the guys getting involved."
He stood from his chair and scooted carefully out of the cramped corner of his desk. I too, stood up but slower than John's abrupt stand.
"Hey, Blake?"
John and I both looked to the figure standing at the entrance of the cubicle. It was Ross.
"Hey man, Mags and I are about to leave. I'm going to take her home."
Ross nodded, "Oh, okay. I was just stopping by to ask you if you ran those papers to Gordon at the Hospital."
Blake stopped dead in his tracks. "Aw shit…" He muttered wiping his face with his palm. "Crap. Maggie called me when I was on my way to do it and- shit. I got distracted…"
I shrugged while unbuttoning Smith's jacket. "Sure, always gotta blame me huh? Here Ross, can you take this back to Smith?"
Ross chuckled softly obviously understanding my pain from working as Blake's partner. As I handed him the dark navy blue jacket, Ross frowned both his smile and eyebrows. "What happened to ya arm?"
Confused, I looked down at my extended hand and traveled my way up to my shoulder. Bane…when he grabbed me. The memory of the masked vigilante stopping me mid-punch and throwing me to the floor flashed through my head. "Oh. Well it-"
"Those guys hurt cha?" Blake fumed. I noticed the vein in his forehead bulge. I only nodded aware to the fact that I could not reveal Bane's presence to Ross just yet.
"You want me to get the medics?" Ross offered to both me and then to Blake. "You sure? Are ya pressing charges against them? Who where they?"
Blake waved a hand at his partner trying to cease his questioning until I spoke up for myself, "I'm sure, thanks Ross… but no I'm not going to press charges. After all, they got away and I doubt I'll see them again. It was just a good thing I ran into Tommy when I did, I guess…"
Ross nodded and then forged a smile, "Yea it sure is. Well then, I guess I'm heading out too bud. I got the 187 call, wish me luck."
As soon as Ross turned to walk down the corner, I noticed Blake bend down reaching for his belongings and mine once more. "Here." He stood with an identical police jacket in his hand.
"Yours?" I took it from out of his hand and wrapped the warm cloth overtop of my cold and still damp shoulders.
"Yea. Come on, let get outta here."
I followed John's lead down the hallway leading towards the front entrance I had just entered from minutes ago. "Wait here." John sternly demanded before walking out the glass doors, "Ima get the car and bring it up here!"
I moaned watching him run through the rain without a jacket. "Dummy…" I turned around facing the lady at the front desk with a sulk. She attempted to refrain from catching my eye but failed miserably. "I'm sorry about your shoes." She offered me about the lamest apology I've ever heard, but I nodded nonetheless.
With a turn of my head towards the parking lot, I noticed a police car zooming towards the undercover. "Thanks for your help earlier… sorry I couldn't stay." I waved to the woman and then pushed aside the heavy glass door towards the now stopped car.
The air had gotten twice as chilly as it had been when I fell out of Tommy's car. I hated how cold it got this far up north but then again I should be used to the harsh winters by now.
Placing myself carefully in Blake's passenger seat and then closing the door, I proceeded to turn my side of the car air on heat. "I'm sorry…" I muttered.
"You're sorry?"
"Yea… sorry I messed ya up with Wayne and not seeing Gordon. Did Wayne tell you anything important?"
He attempted to hide his smirk from me, "Yea I guess you could call it that. Told me some woman robbed him. But after hearing you say that Daggett and Bane are the real reasons behind it make me wonder what this 'cat burglar' did."
"A cat burglar?" I questioned sarcastically. Blake only nodded. "Interesting fetish I guess he has. Bats… cats… what's next rats? Birds?"
John rolled his eyes at me.
Enjoying the lighthearted feel to this moment, I sighed with a smile and rested my aching head into the back of his headrest. I really do love the warmth and plush feeling these cop car seats have.
"So who chased you?"
Blake's statement didn't force me to open my eyes as I spoke, "Bane's men. After I watched Bane kill Daggett, I barely escaped Bane. Then he ordered three guys to follow me. I was gonna go home, but I didn't want them to know where we lived and so I ran towards the station. I luckily ran into Tommy and he took me off the street to you."
"How did you escape Bane? He caught ya?"
I nodded still with my eyes closed, "Yea. He's the one that gave me the bruises."
"So why did he let you go?"
This time I opened my eyes. Even though I watched the streets outside of the windshield, my mind focused on the memory of Bane.
"You do not fear death…do you?"
Even with his hands on my face, I smiled trying to hide the fact I was uncomfortable "No." He pushed me to the side and pointed to the doors leading to the street.
"Go. You will die with the rest of the city then."
I picked up my coat and purse while the guard men watched me walk pass silently. "Perhaps…" The masked man's voice echoed. "We will meet again, Maggie. Only time will tell."
"So?"
I turned my head to John. "He said I could die with the rest of the city… that I wasn't afraid of him."
"Geezus… what the hell does that men then? 'Die with the rest of the city?' He has something else planned?"
I nodded, "I think it involves Bruce…"
"Yea. Me too."
"John?"
He looked to me. His warm chocolate eyes gleaming through the streetlights and speckles of rain water on the windows. "Ya?"
"Do we have band-aids and ointment at the house? My feet are all kinds of fucked up."
He rolled his eyes back to the road. "Yea Mags… we do."