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John was a good hider.
She wasn't surprised. His mother was a good hider, and she'd taught John well. Allison was surprised at how well he was hiding from her. She didn't entertain the idea that maybe he wasn't hiding. That maybe John had left Gotham, that Sarah had taken him out of Gotham. Or that John was dead.
She had to find him.
She looked everywhere. She got in fights. She got in fights when people tried to get her way, when people tried to stop her from going places. When people tried to stop her. When people tried to touch her. She's a very pretty girl. Sarah said so. Sarah taught her how to fight. How to hurt people. Where to hurt them without damage. How to hurt them with damage. How to kill them.
Because she's a very pretty girl. Sarah said so.
And she got hurt. Sometimes. Without John there to fix her. Without Sarah there to fix her. She hurt her leg, once. Cut her leg and bled. Cuts on her face more than once, and she remembered to cover those up when her boss at the video store gave her a weird look.
And her wrist. When she got in someone else's way, when she wasn't looking where she was going and they grabbed her. Grabbed her too hard and too tight and twisted. And she hit them. Hit them back.
Hit them hard.
Because John was a good hider.