“Ethan!” Battery called out.
Who’s Ethan? She’s not living with Assault now, is she?
“You’re okay,” Ethan said, as he came down the stairs. He was still in costume. Only a single cut marked his cheek.
Seems so, unless he’s a different hero.
“I didn’t know where to find you, and since the cell phones don’t work anymore, and you weren’t at headquarters, I thought I’d come here.”
“I know. I thought much the same thing, but I came here first.”
Seems reasonable enough.
“You’re okay?”
“I’m okay, puppy.”
Yep, that’s him alright.
I guess this really did go all the way.
She punched him lightly in the arm. She didn’t resist as he swept her up in a painfully tight hug.
“We should go on patrol,” he said. “This is going to be bad. They’re kicking us while we’re down.”
And they’re kicking hard.