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Chapter 5 by incrediblyordinary11

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Jack leaves a message

Jack **** himself to move before the adrenaline wore off and he thought better of it.

With a grunt, a shove and some leverage he managed to wedge his shoulder beneath the slab pinning Barbara to the floor. Pain shot through his side, his vision swam.

Legs hurt, ribs hurt, arm hurt.

Ignore it. He thought.

Then he stopped thinking and pushed.

For a minute nothing happened. His legs shook with effort. The marble shifted, slowly, then all at once. CRASH! The sounds of rocks readjusting, just enough for him to drag Barbara free.

Jack collapsed, gasping for air.

"Jesus, I need to work out," he wheezed.

His lungs and legs were on fire. His vision was blurred at the edges. His phone was smashed to bits across the room.

"Glad Circe wasn't interested in my internet history," he joked to the empty room.

Barbara's pulse was steady, her breath slight. He thought she would live.

Jack could hear sirens in the distance. How long had it been since the building exploded? A minute? An hour.

He checked Wonder Woman's pulse. Even **** she was beautiful. She moaned softly as his fingers brushed her next.

Focus, he told himself.

Beat, ba beat, beat, ba beat. Steady.

She was fine. He wasn't surprised, or he shouldn't have been. She was a superhero right? Probably tanked the lightning bolt spell every other day.

8d6 damage his brain thought casually. He giggled. Lightning bolt, lightning bolt, lightning bolt. His mind was foggy.

He just wanted to sleep.

No, focus. Circe said something weird while Wonder Woman was out. Something about her mother?

She'd want to know right?

He needed to focus. He was starting to drift.

A pen. On the ground. Fancy pen. So fancy.

Jack grabbed it. No paper. His vision fuzzy.

Need to.

Jack Jordan, he wrote on Wonder Woman's arms. Not her chest. Not appropriate, his addled mind though. Haha chest. he giggled.

"Information. Circle. Important. Find me," he wrote. The handwriting getting sloppier as he went. It felt like the letters were glowing as he penned them.

The world swum.

The paramedics Jack passed out besides Wonder Woman two minutes later.

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