Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in repose, @ 2017-01-04 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, cat dubrovna, leena bertolini |
Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat and Leena
Everything was jumbled, between Cat's gift, and Claire's, and the truths that spilled since that night in the cave beneath the Manor. It was crazy enough that Bruce was some sort of millionaire vigilante, but so was she? So were almost all the people she knew from the family and friends? In some ways it did make sense - the propensity to fight, the ability to do so - vigilantes got into a lot of fights didn't they? But it didn't explain the homicidal ninja's, nor the two years where she was missing, nor the reason why she no longer had any memories.
And her missing memories - did they have anything to do with her being a vigilante? Or worse, did they have something to do with the thing that had brought her to Claire's that night? Would she ever know for sure? Santa had found the place that she did remember, but had also said it was abandoned. Was anything left? Would anything be there if she were to go? Cat had said once about going in strong but Leena wasn't sure she wanted anyone with her.
Leena. Helena. Maybe she should finally type that name into google and look. Oh, she'd skimmed before, but never in depth. It had seemed daunting then - now it was even more so. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her oversized, thrift shop, surplus Army jacket and hurried a little more to get to Cat's bar and tried not to get stuck into the additional loop of the fact that she had a mom, and they'd found each other, and now she was going to visit her. And her father was here too - which would phase into the truth about his vigilantism. And hers. Fuck. She shouldered the door to the bar open and stepped in, boots muffling her steps.