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Aurel blinked in confusion, trying to process every word thrown at him before he looked down at his shaking hands. “I’m fine.” He said, standing per Ira’s instructions despite the shock of the environment around him. “The door? The door!” He sent a last glance at the weeds he had been mentally whispering too, still disappointed in his own attempts at escaping before nodding at Ira with a somewhat shaky determination. Should he wait for his father? No. Clearly not. But the fear of finding out a family secret that was not meant for him kept him standing in place. He didn’t want to disappoint again. Even if the first thought was to run. “Princess?”
Ira followed Aurel’s eyes to the taller boy’s hands, frowning as he saw them shake. Being taken hostage then having to see a trio of villains hash it out right in front of him couldn’t have been a lot of fun. His face the epitome of determination, Ira grabbed Aurel by the hand, tugging a little. “Prince Charming if you like that better, but now we gotta go, alright? Before Wardrobe Number Two gets back on his feet.” The one who worked with Kingpin wasn’t moving yet, but Ira hadn’t thrown him hard enough to be sure he never would. It was against the rules, after all. “Come on handsome, we’re leaving.” He proceeded to herd Aurel along with him to the door, keeping to the walls so as to not paint a target in their backs. Luckily Superman was more than most villains could handle, even two against one. When they reached the door Ira threw a hard kick and it opened with a ruckus he didn’t hope had gone unnoticed. “Go go go, we’ll figure out somewhere safe to take you,” he hurried after Aurel, letting go of some of the tension in his shoulders now that they weren’t in the warehouse anymore.














