Hazel's Boiler Room

Fragments:

Something involving... Batman and Robin. (I keep getting flashes of this one, but it's not coming to me.)

Some kind of crime. I'm probably lucky to be alive. I wish the police would stop interrogating me. My family agrees.

CRAZY preacher who is spouting off utter blasphemy. My mother starts shouting questions in the middle of the service.

Wandering around school again at lunch time. This time with Shelbi. I have a terrible cough, and she doesn't believe that I can't really talk.