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Brandon Walsh Is My Idol
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I come to and try to get a grasp on my surroundings. My vision is still hazy, but I think its an alley. I can feel cardboard underneath me, and the garbage smells awful. It's got to be an alley.
I fight through the pain and manage to mutter out, "...help..."
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I remember what Deathstroke did to my knee. "F***ing Slade," I think to myself. Im starting to get the feeling back in my arms, or at least enough to pull myself upright. Slade took my comunicator, so theres no chance of Bruce's timely arrival.
The pain is affecting my train of thought, I'm fresh out of ideas...
I fight through the pain and manage to mutter out, "...help..."
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I remember what Deathstroke did to my knee. "F***ing Slade," I think to myself. Im starting to get the feeling back in my arms, or at least enough to pull myself upright. Slade took my comunicator, so theres no chance of Bruce's timely arrival.
The pain is affecting my train of thought, I'm fresh out of ideas...