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I catch sight of the aquamarine dragon weaving through Gotham traffic at impossible speed. She’s moving close to eighty miles per hour, dodging cars as naturally as if she were jogging through an open field. I fire my grapnel and swing after her. From above, I watch her dart through intersections and slip between vehicles without causing a single crash. Strange. Someone moving that fast should be leaving chaos behind. I land on a rooftop and sprint along the edge, keeping pace as best I can.

“Okay… what are you running from?”

Sonari's words cut off as XANA emerged from the grid and leapt into Sonari's body. Whether a reflex or a panic response, Sonari flung Batgirl off her back with a Mag Burst before XANA fully integrated into the dragon's body. Her irises flashed an insignia over them.

“Okay, that’s new.”

I say under my breath and take a slow step back, keeping distance while watching her eyes. Whatever that is, it’s not just a passenger anymore.

“Sonari, if you’re still in there, I need you to fight it.”

I catch sight of the aquamarine dragon weaving through Gotham traffic at impossible speed. She’s moving close to eighty miles per hour, dodging cars as naturally as if she were jogging through an open field. I fire my grapnel and swing after her. From above, I watch her dart through intersections and slip between vehicles without causing a single crash. Strange. Someone moving that fast should be leaving chaos behind. I land on a rooftop and sprint along the edge, keeping pace as best I can.

“Okay… what are you running from?”

Sonari's words cut off as XANA emerged from the grid and leapt into Sonari's body. Whether a reflex or a panic response, Sonari flung Batgirl off her back with a Mag Burst before XANA fully integrated into the dragon's body. Her irises flashed an insignia over them.

I catch sight of the aquamarine dragon weaving through Gotham traffic at impossible speed. She’s moving close to eighty miles per hour, dodging cars as naturally as if she were jogging through an open field. I fire my grapnel and swing after her. From above, I watch her dart through intersections and slip between vehicles without causing a single crash. Strange. Someone moving that fast should be leaving chaos behind. I land on a rooftop and sprint along the edge, keeping pace as best I can.

“Okay… what are you running from?”

“Interdimensional travel isn’t exactly a common explanation, but I’ve heard stranger.”

I say before my attention returns to Sonari.

“If you arrived recently, there may be signs of where you entered this world. I’d like to take a look.”

I gesture toward the street she’d raced down earlier.

I catch sight of the aquamarine dragon weaving through Gotham traffic at impossible speed. She’s moving close to eighty miles per hour, dodging cars as naturally as if she were jogging through an open field. I fire my grapnel and swing after her. From above, I watch her dart through intersections and slip between vehicles without causing a single crash. Strange. Someone moving that fast should be leaving chaos behind. I land on a rooftop and sprint along the edge, keeping pace as best I can.

“Okay… what are you running from?”

I catch sight of the aquamarine dragon weaving through Gotham traffic at impossible speed. She’s moving close to eighty miles per hour, dodging cars as naturally as if she were jogging through an open field. I fire my grapnel and swing after her. From above, I watch her dart through intersections and slip between vehicles without causing a single crash. Strange. Someone moving that fast should be leaving chaos behind. I land on a rooftop and sprint along the edge, keeping pace as best I can.

“Okay… what are you running from?”

I catch sight of the aquamarine dragon weaving through Gotham traffic at impossible speed. She’s moving close to eighty miles per hour, dodging cars as naturally as if she were jogging through an open field. I fire my grapnel and swing after her. From above, I watch her dart through intersections and slip between vehicles without causing a single crash. Strange. Someone moving that fast should be leaving chaos behind. I land on a rooftop and sprint along the edge, keeping pace as best I can.

“Okay… what are you running from?”

And I clutch the little warm tubes of blood and feel this sick person warming my hands and I think about how kind you might be and how I wish I could hold your hand and how badly, how really really badly, I want you to get better and stay warm and hold someone’s hand again.

And anyway sometimes it’s better to not think so vividly about the people I’m doing tests for. I’m a good little cog in a vast machine of people all trying to heal and cure, and my cog feels so fucking small sometimes. But I hope the blood I prepare for you helps you breathe better and laugh and wake up feeling well rested.

The velvet curtain fluttered, though there was no breeze. A top hat rolled dramatically across the wooden stage all on its own then it came to a stop and with a soft pop. A bouquet of glittering playing cards burst from inside it. A moment later, a trail of sparkles spiraled into the air like confetti and with a flick of light there she was. Grinning like she’d just gotten away with something.

“Ta da!” she beamed, striking a theatrical pose “I was aiming for Paris, but I suppose this place will do.” Her boots clicked as she stepped down from the empty air like it was a staircase only she could see “either I botched the spell or someone around here is just that interesting…” She paused giving the person in front of her a curious once over “hmm… Definitely the second one.”

Then, with a movement of her hand, she conjured a cup of tea that floated beside her, steam curling into the shape of a bunny “so” she grinned “who do I talk to about getting a proper welcome? confetti, trumpets, perhaps a talking cat?”

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