"Why don't we get out of here?" he asked quietly.

His taloned finger reached for a button on his forearm, pressing effectively.

A loud roar ripped through the sky, and suddenly his Bat Jet appeared before them, the crowd looking in awe.

"Never been much for crowds. Looks like you aren't either."
- contraptions and… she’d see humanity’s hatred for witches in full force. Her aunts, hunted down, their worlds forced to split again. The girl’s breath began to quicken… going unsteady.

❝ It’sfine, it’sfine, it’sfine… ❞

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