exodus
E for violence, 14.6k, 1/2 chapters.
βWe will be climbing down and then up,β Damian decides, given the evidence. βNo, Damian,β she says, and starts off walking, forcing him to come after her as the rope tugs taut. He chews on his lip behind his gator, cringing and trapped by his mistake. Survivalist exercise? Or maybe navigation? Some sort of test? He canβt afford to be wrong again. βThere shouldnβt be any crevasses,β Ommi says into the silence, βbut if I start to fall, cut your rope immediately. Understood?β βThen I canβt stop your fall,β he argues. She gives him a look, just the briefest glance over her shoulder. βUnderstood.β They crunch on for a minute. βI could rescue you, Ommi.β βNo.β The word clouds the air, just briefly. βYou will preserve your own life only. You should think of saving your breath, itβs a long way down.β Thatβs not an order, however, so heβs free to push. βWe are leaving the compound.β She doesnβt reply. Damian squirms for a moment, trying to find a way to ask that requires no question at all. βWe have a destination already in mind.β βYes,β Ommi says, finally. βGotham.β Talia, Damian, and leaving the devil you know, the hell you've built, the life you've made your own.
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