CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Put the gun down, woman,” said the Midnight Menace. He hefted the nearly-unconscious Arlecchino in his other hand. “Or I will make your friends suffer like they’ve never suffered before.”
There was no response. Treehugger tried not to let her fear get the best of her, but it was hard because the gun’s barrel was right up against her head. Her costume may have been bulletproof, but the impact of the bullet against the back of her head would still hurt like hell, possibly even put her into a coma. Treehugger didn’t know exactly what would happen, which made her wish that she had asked more about this when she first got her suit over a year ago.
“The silent treatment, eh?” said the Midnight Menace. “Unusual, given how most supervillains love to talk.”
“She’s mute, you i**
