Chapter 2

With a swivel, as she took her feet off the ground momentarily, she spun and bent down, wanting to provoke the whip effect around the rope as it held the claw. The vigilante released the weapon, feeling the reverberation of the blow. He took out of his utility belt a minimum boomerang with sharp and V-shaped tips.

The object came out buzzing through the air at the moment when he threw it at Debby, how she graciously spun once again, undulating her body to raise the claw against the boomerang. The object fulfilled the role she wanted, breaking the claw as it held her, however... The boomerang did not stop only at that initial contact and went to lodge against his belly. Debby contained a scream.

She tried to pull the object, but it appeared to be moving like a poisonous sting. The leather of his clothing had not been designed against sharp and piercing objects. It did not consist of being able to survive a very serious shot or cut. It consisted of being able to fall into a toxic tank, but the most basic thing about his clothing did not consist of being able to be useful to him.

Noticing how Debby was unable to get the object out of his belly, the Vigilante raised his hand and the gun came out buzzing with droplets of Debby's blood to his hand. She wished she had accepted the minimum healing devices as her team always insisted on her to use.

She all the time thought how it consisted of being too unnecessary a burden until she felt how her belly was burning and burning faster and more powerfully than a remote cut would normally do.

She had understood how most of the Vigilante's weapons consisted of being poisoned. He had a very personal question not to make the use of firearms, although he did not become indifferent to a certain object as he became mortal, and took very good advantage of his intelligence to be all the time elaborating weapons with unimaginable uses. Debby loved that about him all the time. Your intelligence and power.

As her blood stained on her hands, as she tried to stop her wound, she thought how possibly in another world the two would become able to be together. She thought about how possibly they would one day meet on a determined beach and start the romance as they both understood to be deserving.

In that moment of torpor at seeing her blood dripping through her clothes, she raised her eyes to those of the Vigilante, and in them, she saw all the moments in which they both shared. The whole story as it began in the most unexpected way possible.

Enemies how they became lovers, and back to enemies, by how society would never understand how good consisted of being able to fall in love with evil. The truth is that they did not even consist of being able to speak clearly how it is how it had happened. How it is how they had crossed each other's destiny without a certain intention.

Like all tragic novels, Debby learned the moment she discovered the identity of the vigilante how there would be no place for them in that world. As much as they wanted. As much as they were already so involved, so mixed with each other, they no longer consisted of being able to forget more. The Vigilante became a legend for Debby Killian, and the Queen of Hearts became a legend for the individual named Rob Washington.

The drone over their heads did not consist of being just a weapon ready to kill her, it consisted of also being a transmission sensor, sending real-time images of what they were both doing. For how the world expected how them to become enemies, but they no longer consisted of being anything but a couple.

Thinking about this thing, about how society expected how they did "as they fought until one of the two fell", Debby straightened up, feeling at all times how her blood did not stop dripping. She straightened up and went into a fighting position.

That city consisted of despicable. There was a time of glory for Detroit, but now, with crime commanding each street, it consisted of being unreal to talk about how all that garbage on a given day had been something glorious. Detroit consisted of being made up of bridges, rivers, and a lot of stupid people.

Debby was formed around these people. She was for a long time cloistered in an institution for the mentally ill, and at the moment when she went out into the world, she no longer understood whether the city, as she thought to enjoy, consisted of being the also as now her eyes saw.

Detroit contained a grayish and grayish-colored cloud as it covered the skies. A common brand of pollution. People found themselves falling out of favor in that city, and it contributed to making everything even worse.

He wasn't proud of how it had become. I would have gone back if I had a choice. However, if she didn't, she would never have met Rob. He would never have given himself so open to love. Although they are rivals. Although many times they have tried to cause each other's death.

It still consisted of being the only version of happiness as Debby knew. In any case, there the two were, approaching with raised fists and an aura of who consisted of being able to tear off the other's head with a single blow.

The drone at the top moved to stay in her direction, taking the beginning of the fight as a sufficient indication of how it consisted of being time to intervene. The vigilante ran to her, striking some blows as she easily dodged. As he was fighting, they did not consist of being able to shoot. As much as the object of intelligence flew to all flanks, looking for a space for how a bullet was fired at Debby's head, the vigilante was managing to cover it from all directions.

He consisted of being a very large individual, especially at the moment when he was so close to that way, and every time his arms opened how he struck blows like they never hit her, his dark cape covered them, and for a quick moment, she smiled at him in gratitude.

The fight lasted in how Debby was able to hit some punches and kicks against the chest of the vigilante's armor, still knowing that he was not feeling anything under the dress. He had the decency not to hit any blow against her, especially because how her face was covered only in the eyes by a rounded mask.

He would easily knock her down and faint if he wanted to. However, he didn't want to. He just wanted to delay her long enough for his cronies to arrive, for her to become able to escape him and the police, for how everyone wanted the head of Debby's head, The Queen of Hearts, except him, the Night Watcher.

There was a strange trepidation in the air suddenly, and the roof as it served them as a ring shuddered to the point of how they both lost their balance. Debby got up in an impetus, catching one of Vigilante's boomerangs before he became able to do more than how look. With a spin in the air, she threw the object at the drone, causing it to fall into a crackle.

The moment the Vigilante released the claw gun, it fell and was forgotten on the ground, so now Debby recovered it and took a few seconds to understand how the object worked, making the rope retreat and again firing it, this time in the direction of the vigilante.

She had understood how it consisted of being able to have stood up, to have sneaked in a certain way. However, he only left it as she immobilized him. If it became his armor too large to be involved by the rope, or because she did not know how to use the weapon, in a certain way he continued with his arms at a considerable distance from the body.

If he opened his arms at once, he would possibly break the color, or possibly just stretch it enough to slide through the rest of the body. He, however, remained motionless.

Approaching with surprising speed, an air vehicle emerged among the decadent buildings of Detroit. Before, as it got close enough for the eyes to get used to the size and shape, the vehicle looked more like a big red bird, as it burned in flames as flew to the aid of its owner.

Debby had understood how it consisted of being only a minimum plane for drastic situations, and that consisted of being one of them. She glanced at the Vigilante, and he remained on the floor, leaning on an elbow as he observed. She wanted to laugh. How many times have you not seen him like that in your bed?

"This is how we say goodbye, Vigilante," she said, making a military gesture for greetings. "It was an pleasure to share a story with you."

The Vigilante's green eyes scrutinized her body as if they wanted to record the image in a farewell gesture. He nodded in a very imperceptible way. And she remembered the good times. Debby blew a kiss towards him, raising her arm at the moment as the slightest plane hovered over their heads, and a ladder-shaped rope slid to capture her.

She held firmly onto what the first step would be like and watched with attentive eyes as it consisted of being pulled up and watching the world below. Hundreds of vehicles were stopped in the building in which she was, and the roof door was opening with violence as the city detective appeared with his mustache and an expression of displeasure on his face.

She laughed loud enough for how the sound echoed, almost perfectly imitating the individual whom everyone understood to be her lover. The rope still went up as it consisted of being hoisted, and the building was already distancing itself, although she still looked at the point where she had understood how the Vigilante was still.

Debby was erected and pulled by the armpits to fully enter the aircraft. There were no more than two banks, so she was very well attached to a belt and found herself on the side of one of the many women as they commanded that criminal organization with her, although the world was mistaken in understanding how they became only puppets for men.

A determined person imagined how Debby consisted of being the person as he gave the final word, leaving how men exposed themselves and kept them secret. The sun hit the windows of the smallest plane, reflecting yellowish light throughout the cabin, and staining the pilot's dark hair as she now extended her head to inspect Debby through the steering seats.

"Where to now, ma'am? "She asked in that foreign accent of yours.

"To the place where all this thing started" returned Debby in a hoarse voice, laying his head against the bench, only to be able to stare at the sun.