Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-08-20 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, lois lane |
Who: Lois Lane
Where: Her apartment
When: Recently
What: Impromptu moving day
It was late, and Lois was carrying a box of her office belongings in one hand as she stepped out of the taxi cab a bit tipsy. She'd been fired. Actually fired. Not just threatened. But really honest to goodness fired. Her story about Arkham had backlash like she'd never seen. She was being followed all the time, she stopped walking and taking public transportation. She didn't go many places alone, and her late nights at the office were temporarily put on hold so she could get home before it got dark.
She didn't like changing her life but she wasn't about to get herself into trouble without Superman around help her out of it. She was no match for the powers she was up against, and she wasn't under any aspirations that she was. She could take care of herself, but the serious lack of the red white and blue had her feeling obligated to stay out of trouble. It was stupid, and she hated it, but it was the smart thing to do.
That was before she'd been fired for telling the truth (Perry under pressure was never good). She'd stopped after work for a few drinks and after making the taxi driver drive her around for much longer than necessary just to listen to her bitch and moan she finally got dropped off at home. She meandered upstairs, drunkenly telling her doorman that she was fired and was likely to be evicted. He in turn told her that the repair men had come to her apartment today. Well shit. Lois Lane hadn't called a repair man.
Before she even got to her door she knew what she'd find there. Her door broken, her apartment overturned. Her belongings rooted through. They hadn't found what they were looking for, she kept the flashdrive Batman had given her on her person at all times. They hadn't found it here, hadn't found it in her office, and they'd be coming for her next. She wanted to cry, but she didn't. She had done the right thing, and she knew she wouldn't get away with it. She grabbed what she could and stuffed it into a suitcase and called her taxi driver friend. She'd be going to Gotham. Tonight.