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- Paralysis - “There’s nowhere to run. So don’t scream anymore, love.”
The streets of Gotham are not safe at night. Everybody knows this.
It was smart to leave The Iceberg Lounge in the middle of their busiest hour, but at the cost of it being close to midnight. Regardless, you can’t stop now, not when you’ve got at least a dozen goons chasing you down side streets and alleyways.
Your breathing is harsh, coming in short sharp bursts. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. Keep running, get to the police station. You have to run, run RUN!
You silently curse yourself for falling for Oswald Cobblepot, knowing that he’s The Penguin was a red flag you had overlooked for how charming and considerate he was when he was of sound mind.
It took you too long yet not long at all for the rose-tinted glasses to crack, thus your current predicament, fleeing from your now ex-lover.
You turn onto a main street, hoping to blend in with the late night crowds and lose your pursuers. You slow your steps and try to calm yourself, you’re so close to safety, just a few more blocks until you can call for help.
As you let the feeling of security wash over you, you look back down the street and you realise the goons haven’t followed you…but someone else has. Fuck.
The shiny black limousine crawls along slowly, the back window begins rolling down smoothly.
You think fast, and shout “gun!” before taking off in a dead sprint, weaving through the now panicked crowd.
You hear the shouts and screams of the people taken over by the roar of the limo’s engine, and duck into an alleyway before the car can catch up to you.
Hidden behind a large dumpster, you try to think of what to do, but your thoughts become silent when you hear the tap-tap-tapping of an umbrella’s ferrule.
Your blood runs cold when you hear a low chuckle.
“There’s nowhere to run. So don’t scream anymore, love.”