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Posted by Nightwing
on 6/10/2009, 12:55 am, in reply to "What Goes Around... (Part 6)"
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I manage to roll to my stomach and get to my hands and knees. The older gentleman comes over to my side and tries his best to help me up, “You shouldn’t wonder through dark allies at night kid. Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to take candy from a stranger?”
My legs turn to rubber and I fumble back to my knees. I manage to finally clear my throat enough to whisper, “My parents…parents are d…dead…”
He lays my arm across his shoulder and lifts me up with ease. Something tells me that he’s done this before. For an older man, he’s built like a solid rock, “Sorry to hear that…”
His voice drifts off as I look up to meet his gaze. It’s the first time he notices my domino mask. I try to keep him from panicing, “You’re one to talk…wondering…into allies…helping perfect strangers…”
Seconds go by before the man finally lifts me upright again and makes his way across the alley with my deadweight, “You’re one of those bat people aren’t you?”
I halfway smile and manage a nod, “Yeah…slipped…they slipped…me something…can’t…think clearly…”
“You better hope it wasn’t that stuff Gordon was talking about. That crap sounds rough,” his comment catches me off guard.
The older gentleman pulls me over to the steps that lead into the Knightmare Klub and sets me down directly under the porch light, “Thanks…”
“No problem. How do you feel?”
I shake my head and run my hands along my face, “I’m getting better…vision isn’t as blurred as before. Gordon. You said something about Gordon? Would that be the police commissioner?”
“Heh, one and the same.”
For the first time since being under the low glowing light, I look back into the man’s face and find myself floored at the identity of my savior. I tilt my head as my mind races to put the pieces of the puzzle together, “Mr. P…?”
It comes out slurred and beneath my breath. I bite my lip as I realize I said it aloud and hope that he didn’t hear me. His expression tells me all I need to know, “Wait…what did you just call me?”
“I said…maybe I should pee. Help empty the drug out of my system faster.”
Curtis Phillips is a very intelligent man, and sharp as a brand new butcher knife. I know it didn’t work the instant I see the light bulb pop on in his mind. He shakes his head and then glares directly into my face, “YOU!?”
Crap. This just isn’t my night…
***TBC***
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