A matter of trust
Elizabeth was troubled by both her mind and her wounds, as she slowly took off the Nomex suit and placed the mask carefully beside her. The empty eyes stared back at her from the mask, and for a moment they seemed to be questioning her from inside her own mind. "Who are you? A Dark Knight? A widow? A murderer?" She shook her head as in denial, and quickly looked away from the mask. "I´m neither. I´m just a wounded cripple now", she thought to herself, as she started taking off the tech-prostetic, which made her able to walk. She had hoped she could sneak in unnoticed, but the sound of a door being opned ruined her chances. She braced herself for hellfire, as she heard the bumps of the cane, which had accompanied her uncle since his days in Vietnam. She took a deep breath and lowered herself into her wheelchair with her last ounce of strength.
"You disabled the tracker. Where have you been, Elizabeth?" Alfred´s voice was calm, but she could hear how he clenched his teeth