I haven't told her. There's so much I haven't told her. My past as a vigilante is only the very tip of a very strange and twisted iceberg, and that's the only part of myself I've felt up to sharing. A name. A costume. Nothing important (like that I might be going crazy). The few times she's caught me after -- what? An episode? -- I've lied, brushed it off as nothing.
And now it's crunch time and I'm not so sure it's just nothing anymore.
At her question, I can't help but laugh, pushing a hand back through my hair. It's greasy with sweat. I've been running a while.
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Date: 2012-11-01 01:22 am (UTC)And now it's crunch time and I'm not so sure it's just nothing anymore.
At her question, I can't help but laugh, pushing a hand back through my hair. It's greasy with sweat. I've been running a while.
"Tomorrow."