Spoils of Hope

“please… just kiss me…”

“i really want to feel your hands on me”

“touch me.”

“kiss me.”

“hold me…”

“just a little longer”

“come closer”

“keep whispering”

“god you make me feel alive”

“i want your tongue all over me”

“put your hand on my thigh”

“i love the way your hand feels”

“you smell so good”

“i don’t want to let go”

“i don’t think i can let go”

“there’s something in the way you touch me”

“your breath leaves goosebumps on my skin”

“closer…”

“more, please…”

“your breath is so warm”

“your hands are so cold”

"I don't think I'm going to make it."

"I'm sorry. So sorry."

"I can't stay any longer."

"I have to tell you something..."

"What did you do?"

"How could you do this to me?"

"Do you think I can just walk away from all this?"

"I won't let you go."

"Don't leave me..."

"I had no choice."

"This isn't over."

"Do you really think I am going to let this go?"

"You worry me."

"I think I did something terrible."

"I need to leave."

"Listen to what I tell you and you won't get hurt."

"We can't stay here any longer."

"They found us."

"RUN!"

"We can't win this fight."

"Please don't hurt me."

"You need to go. Now."

"Get out while you can."

"Save yourself."

“Sometimes, it’s not about being safe, or it being your place. In this work of line, you’re the people’s hope. So, where there is a need for help, that’s your place. And most of the time, it’s not safe.”

She placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Did you seriously see my long, blonde hair and call me Batman?”, Steph said, turning to the agile red and blue figure, now in front of her. “How come that happens so often anyway?!”, she whispered to herself.

She focused back on him and rested her hands on her hips.

“I’m on a lookout mission. Big Bat suspects few criminals from Gotham might be hiding somewhere around here. And if they are, they’re up to no good.” She said, now with her eyes fixated on the city.