“Who are you?” I mutter, freezing, trembling in the arms of a pure stranger. The goosebumps rising on my olive tone skin have gradually settled down. Heated sweat replaces them, dripping down the edges of my diamond shaped face. Falling towards my flat chest, my eyes stare at the unknown man in the mask. Panic and fear engulfs me as I attempt to keep my breathing at steady. His long spider-like arms embrace me, it feels familiar in a strange way. As we hang from the electricity tower together, tangled as one. The frosty touch of the masked man’s fingers caressed

my fragile cheeks. That have swiftly turned a bright shade of cherry red, a reaction from the December temperature,

“Who are you?” I say assertively, my sight beginning to become blurred by the heavy waves of tears being locked up inside of me. The man in the mask, the man who I’ve trusted this far, holding us both up in this tower hovering above the busy streets of New York. Finally speaks,

“I’m Batman.”

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