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“I told you to stop doing this, you keep getting hurt, I don’t care if it’s for a good cause.” Hart states, patching up my stab wound I had which barely missed anything important but was still bleeding out, not that that stopped me from feeling the sting of the disinfectant on the bandage or whatever she put on it to help me.

“I thought the whole vigilante thing was a great idea, my family doesn’t know, but they’d probably agr-disown me immediately, but I got you so does that matter?” I reply, light headed but I hopefully sounded as much like I was chuckling as I thought I did and didn’t come out like a groan or hiss.

“We both know that matters a lot to you, and are you sure they’d drop you? From what you’ve said, they don’t seem that bad, or at least your brother doesn’t, or-I still can’t believe you call them this- number 3 isn’t.” My vision incredibly blurry, now only seeing patches.

“Yeah, we probably should’ve given them a better name.” My vision now completely vanishing, her voice echoing throughout my head as I fall out of consciousness.

The next time I could see or hear anything was what felt like a a few seconds later, but when I look over at her, it looked like I was dead for months or something. It was sweet how obvious it was that she cared though.

“You’ve been out of consciousness for like half an hour, if you don’t get out of here quickly my grandma will find you, plus your family will probably be worried if your gone for too long.” Hart yelped, sounding as sincere as she could but also scared, not of me or anything, but of her grandma finding me.

“What? I’m amazing, she’d love me.” I stated, trying to smirk but instead fought back a yelp.

“Yeah she would-absolutely hate you, if she didn’t I’d let you stay, plus I’m not even out to her yet, imagine how that’d go? Oh yeah I’m bi, also I’m dating one of the fbi’s most wanted, but it’s fine cause actually she’s a vigilante, and I’m completely fine, how are you grandma?” She states as I throw on my hoodie that I’d left there only a few days prior while, in an instance like this, rushing out of her place. That time was way more chill though, we were just watching a movie.

“Still think she’d like me, I mean you said that she was extremely supportive of you with basically everything you did.” I say, looking over at her as she stares at me.

“Yeah, but she’s also not from a supportive time-oh shit she’s at the door.” Me hearing her say that and then rushing out, not wanting to cause her trouble. Getting home only like 10 minutes later.

“With your girlfriend?” Number 3 asked, looking over at me, their door left slightly open, them sitting on a beanbag that looked like it was 20 years old.

“What? No-me? Girlfriend? That’s preposterous.” Them just nodding at my half assed lie if you could even call it that.

“Sure buddy.” They state, going back to playing whatever they were, probably Pokémon or something. Chaos noticing I was back, also noticing the injury but didn’t comment on it. It was the regular at this point, that didn’t mean he didn’t care, he looked like he wanted to comment on it but expected to get brushed off.

I walk away, back to my room, going to text Hart. Mom and Dad I could hear walking in, Dad’s boots clanking against the floor loud enough for everyone in a mile radius to hear, or maybe that was my powers. Who knew? All I knew was dealing with this injury couldn’t be that bad.

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I, unlike the last few times I saw my girlfriend, was in normal clothes. I didn’t look like a villain-or well vigilante. I was laying next to her in the middle of the bed with her laptop playing. It was pretty good at hiding us talking or often times, me sneaking in. The creaking of a door from nearby through me off, I didn’t realize what it was until I heard a voice from down the hall.

“Hartley, are you here?” I hear asked from somewhere close to Hart’s room. Hart and me looked at each other for a good few moments before I (it was dumb and I know it) jumped from her bed and dived out the window, hitting the roof tiles with a thud.

“Yeah grandma, need anything?” She says, trying to act as normal as she could. I sat on the roof tiles while this all went down.

“Just thought I heard someone else.” Her Grandma answered, seeming unconvinced that no one else (aka me) was in the area.

“That’s-that’s so odd.” Hart says as I continue to try to sneak glimpses of what’s going on through the window.

“Uh huh.” Her grandma grumbles, walking out of the room and away from Hart. I waited about a minute or so, then texted her to see if I was in the clear. It was in fact clear and so I hopped back in through the window, trying to be as quiet about it as possible.

“Did you seriously jump straight through the window?” Hart asked in a whisper as I nodded, both of us trying not to laugh.

She unpauses the movie, which I surprisingly wasn’t caught while we watched. Thankfully. I can’t imagine what would happen if I was caught.

“You gotta go.” Hart mumbled, both of us half asleep “hm?” I mumble, looking at my phone. Then I notice the time and look back at Hart.

She wanted me to stay, I also wanted me to stay. Neither of our wishes could be granted-well I mean they could be but I’d actually prefer not to deal with her grandma which from what I hear would probably hate me.

I stand up, now actually being able to take my time to sneak out instead of what I had done earlier.

“Where have you been?” Chaos asked, looking directly at me with a look I’d known well. I may have not gotten caught at Hart’s but Chaos caught me I guess. Welp.

“Yeah-no.” I state as I walk back into my room, falling face first onto my bed. Then, falling asleep. It wasn’t as great as it would’ve been if I was beside Hart but I guess it was fine.

“Wake up.” Mom says, waking me up “nah I’m good, I’m not doing the whole crime thing. Let me sleep.” I grumbled, rolling over.

“When is this whole vigilante thing going to be over?” Mom asks seeming more and more annoyed the more she had to deal with it.

“Let me sleep.” I grumbled once more, mom finally letting me and going to-I assume-bother Chaos. At least she somewhat accepts me. Somewhat.

The words replaying in my mind as I continued to try to sleep, eventually doing so. It was nice when I could sleep. Either way I was caught up in this mess people called decisions.

Sleep fixes everything. Yeah. Until it comes to this that is. I deal with this later.