Red Roses

Pilot

Aurore's alarm clock shrieked, almost as if to tell her it's time to wake up. Her soft blonde hair was cascading everywhere, legs sprawled over the area of the bed. Aurore peeled open her eyes -

8:54.

She scurried out of bed and dashed into the shower, keeping in mind she only had a few minutes before she would be officially fired. This wasn't the first time, not the second time either. The seventh time, it was a miracle she wasn't fired already. But she couldn't tell anybody about her 'other' life. That's a hazard in itself.

As Aurore wrapped herself in a towel, she realized she only had a mere 2 minutes, she threw on a light blue cold shoulder top, a black pencil skirt and her grey high wedged boots. She scanned her bag for anything missing and dashed out the door.

As she arrived at the bustling cafe, she noticed the manager was missing. He was always in, that's how he always found out she was late. That was odd. Aurore caught a male figure glancing at her in a curious fashion. But why? Nobody was aware of what- who she was. No, not yet. Aurore ignored the negative energy she was feeling and got on with her shift.

After a while, she was getting irritated by the constant staring that was going on. So, she finished early and headed back to her pent house. By the time Aurore arrived, it was 7:30 at night. She often took the long walk home, just to be on the safe side - away from Gotham's crooks. Subsequently, ( When she finished battling with her keys) she heard wheezing coming from the living room. When peeped her head round to find a male figure with his head thrown back, his facial features was hidden by a red helmet. Wearing a leather jacket and black trousers, he lay, the crimson liquid gushing out. Aurore wanted to be sick, ever since what happened. She rushed to get the first aid, I don't even know him, but I'll help him... He was living on the edge, falling into a unconscious haze - she couldn't let it happen to another person. No, not today. Aurore pin-pointed where he was bleeding, in the stomach. he's probably in the superhero business. How else would be get cut this badly? It was a alarmingly deep cut, she needed to clean it before it got worse. As Aurore pressed the anecdote on the wound, he abruptly started to moan. A shiver went up her spine.

"Sorry... It might hurt a bit...."

All Aurore got in response was a grunt. But, as he was in agony, she didn't complain.