“You-“ He almost choked on his words, eyes wide with shock, but also scientific curiosity.

You were backed into a corner, trembling, slumped on the ground of this abandoned shack. An empty needle hung limply out of your arm, whatever strange liquid it was had been dispersed into your system. The boy above you, the reason for your situation, looked stunned. A bat adorning nails propped over his shoulder, a dark gas mask accompanied by a hood obscuring his face.

“You’re immune.” He finally finished, with what seemed like terrifying joy.