Great Heights

My feet hit the deck hard. Every single time Arrow had told me never to land on my feet after jumping from great heights, flashed through my mind as I gave way to the burning pain in my ankles and sat down. I didn't have time for this. I had to keep moving. I looked up at the window ledge, but the darkness of the building merged in with the night sky, making it almost impossible to make out. I took deep breaths, long and ragged, through gritted teeth. I couldn't afford to lose all this time, but the pain gnawed into my bones. I bit my lip so hard I drew blood. I heard shuffling and flinched as I tried to move. I couldn't see what it was. I couldn't move. The pain managed to deafen and blind me effortlessly. I had jarred both my legs. I thought of Arrow and Caine and Leah. I had to carry on. I had to get up. I didn't have a choice. Move or be moved. End of.