The world was spinning.
The blood loss, the pain, the humiliation — it all blurred into one heavy fog as Bunnyman limped out of the warehouse under the moonlight. His body screamed with every step. Bullet lodged in his thigh. A deep slice in his side. Bruised ribs. Swollen jaw.
He didn't even know where he was going.
Then — a voice behind him.
"Well, well... you look like absolute hell, Bunnyboy."
He spun weakly, nearly collapsing as he turned.
Tape Girl.
Leaning against a light pole like she had all the time in the world. Her body glistened under the moon, wrapped in strips of black tape and mischief. The red eye mask barely hid the sparkle in her gaze.
"What do you want?" Bunnyman groaned, staggering.
"Relax. I'm not here to finish the job," she purred, walking slowly toward him. "You already look half-dead. I'm just... curious."
"About what?"
She knelt beside him, her expression softening slightly — or pretending to. "How you're still standing. That's kinda hot."
Before he could speak, she ripped a strip of tape from her thigh.
"What are you—?"
"Shhh. I'm patching you up. Try not to scream."
With a fluid flick, a strand of reinforced medical tape zipped from her fingers and wrapped around his side, pulling the wound closed. He winced, but said nothing.
"Bullet's still in your leg," she said casually. "That's gonna be fun."
She crouched lower, hovering near the wound. Her fingers teased the edge of the bullet hole.
"Don't move."
With surgical precision, she slid a narrow strip of her tape inside, wrapped around the embedded bullet, and with one sharp tug—
YANK.
Bunnyman grunted in agony, gripping the concrete.
"Oh come on," she giggled. "That was nothing. You've taken worse."
She tossed the bloody bullet aside and wrapped his thigh tightly, sealing the wound.
Bunnyman stared at her. "Why are you helping me?"
Tape Girl stood and shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe I like my toys unbroken."
She leaned down, her lips inches from his masked ear. "Or maybe... I just don't want Skull Mask winning too easily."
He looked at her. Still suspicious. Still unsure.
"Don't get used to this," she said, turning to leave. "Next time, I might kiss you. Or kill you. Depends on the mood."
She winked.
Then vanished into the night — swinging away on her tape like it was a game.
Bunnyman sat there for a moment, the pain subsiding under makeshift bandages and confusion.
He didn't trust her.
But for tonight, she saved his life.
And that made everything... more complicated.