The Universe's Mixer

She had remained secluded for too long, she thought. It had been some time since she'd last seen the face of another. Diaval was fine company, of course, but the Fairy Queen was realizing that she had need of company. That she actually missed people. She thought many times of Evey Hammond, Ben Flynn, and Eric Draven. She thought more of Logan.

Diaval knew that she needed to get out of the forest and explore, but the witch was stubborn. It took him a very long time to convince her to make an exit, and then she refused to let him go find Logan or Selina, he knew it was because she didn't want to be entirely alone for even that long.

Finally, Maleficent decided upon the ring that she'd made for her friend. It was supposed to be used in emergency situations, she'd told him that if she ever needed him, she would let him know through the ring. She needed him now, but it wasn't dire. Diaval reminded her that it was her magic, and she could bend it to her will. Eventually she relented.

Her eyes closed, she concentrated. Through the ring she sent a warm sensation. A request, instead of a demand. A whisper instead of a scream. Maleficent hoped that Logan would understand she was not in trouble, not that kind.

Then she waited.

The text she'd gotten had been very straightforward. It had come out of nowhere from a number that had not - she knew for a fact - been in the stupid phone before the text had come. Having the little device made her a bit angry. She had nobody to call. Nobody to communicate with. Her days were filled with herself and her routine.

Michonne didn't know if she felt happy that the thing was getting use, or annoyed for being interrupted.

Ms. Michonne. You are expected at the Wayne Enterprises building at 4:00pm on August 18th. If you cannot make the appointment, please call 555-25535 to reschedule.

You are to meet Zoe Washburne, Security, to discuss a possible position within Wayne Enterprises.


Who the fuck was this Zoe Washburne? Why the hell would Michonne want to meet her? Unfortunately, curiosity and boredom worked together to persuade the former lawyer to go. She readied herself as she'd done every day, and headed out. It didn't take her long to find the place, as the City seemed to make her way for her. She discovered quickly that it hadn't been a misplaced text or some kind of joke, because the front desk handed her a visitor's badge and sent her right up.

Michonne's eyes wandered the walls and structure and offices as she walked, wondering why somebody who worked in a building like this would want her to work for them. She sought out the office she'd been directed to, and stood in front of the door a moment. Was she really going to do this? She was. Michonne knocked.