Donna knows (recursion) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-06-10 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, bruce wayne, donna carroll |
gotham; a bat and a turtle?
Who: Donna Carroll and Bruce Wayne
What: A chat? It's weird. Dream weird.
Where: Wayne Tower
When: Wednesday; 2-ish
Warnings/Rating: Nah.
The question had rolled over and over in her mind. Would he recognize her? It had taken Donna long enough to place her own face in her own dream, and even then she refused to believe it when she realized she was the corpse. Were she to hazard a guess (and she had been the entire cab ride to Wayne Tower), he would, but there was always a chance he had seen someone else. Please, let it be anyone else. Dreams were weird and unpredictable like that, right? It wasn't a dream. ...Yeah, that was not going to ever get easy to think about in any other way.
She was dressed casually enough to be comfortable, though it was much nicer than her usual teeshirts, and she had tucked her glasses carefully into her purse next to her tablet. In spite of all evidence to the contrary, Donna could make herself publicly acceptable on the rare occasion when she ventured from the hermitage of her computer. Leo had made sure she looked presentable before she left, but he had also given her that worried older brother look. If Donna had to guess, it was more because of the sudden rise in crime people had been talking about in hushed whispers at the reception than the person she was going to meet.
Should she go inside? Probably. However, Donna had made up her mind to abandon any preconceptions she may have had. She didn't think it was fair, especially when she was nobody and he was, presumably, Bruce Wayne. Then again, he had seen parts of her she didn't even admit to herself. That thought caused a knot of anxiety to tighten in her stomach. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she should go home. She may have done just that had she not been a slave to her curiosity. Donna wanted to meet the person she had spoken to that night, she simply didn't like meeting new people in general. It took a while for her to warm up and get comfortable with strangers. Yet there she stood, tapping a short message to Leo on her tablet to let him know she had arrived and was still alive (there may have also been a bird whistle sound attached, but that was inconsequential) before shoving it back into her purse to wait patiently out front. Even if he didn't recognize her as some dead girl, the tense way she held herself on the sidewalk was awkward enough to prove she wasn't from around here.