I've seen that gun shell.
   It's what Barbara had the day she had to go deep undercover.
   It's what Dick had when he set out to get even with Blockbuster.
   It's what Bruce had when he fought the Joker.
   It's a little good-luck charm for us.
   I know it's seen pain. The dried blood tells a story already. And I've seen Arleen's scars. It shows up near her neck, the long scratch ending slightly over her uniform. I thought it was a battle wound when I first saw it.
   Now that my detective skills are up to its finest, I know that she cut herself. Presumably with the gun shell.
   Odd how an object full of pain can carry so much luck.
   Right now, I doubt that Arleen is holding it so she can draw on luck.
   I think she's returning to old habits.
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   She's in the hallway, levitating the shell with her powers.
   I watch as the cool silver spins in the air, reflecting the bright light.
   Then she draws it towards her.
   I turn away as the blade reaches her shoulder.
   She can't heal if she breaks herself.
   I need to stop this.