Zoe Washburne (warrior_woman) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-05-13 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur, zoe washburne |
Just another clandestine meeting in the Park? (Arthur)
It had been a long couple weeks. The Batman may have finally found a suit that works; it hid who was inside, and it was something that could be put on and taken off with little complications. R&D was closer to the Batmule - it was what Zoe called it in her head - than before. While she only partially understood why Alfred was a little wary about the glider that existed in the Batman's future incarnations, Zoe was not going to let up. She'd have a vehicle that suited her; the car, assault vehicle, and at least one motorbike were fine, but they were not what she wanted. Why have all these resources and not use them?
The Amazon had just finished cleaning up after a night of patrolling and maybe a few beat downs. She didn't come home injured, which she thanked whatever deity might have been listening. She also thanked the new suit. As she sipped a cup of tea, she went through some files that Alfred had left for her; she found that she was relying more and more on him lately, and that she didn't mind having a butler. It was probably wrong, yet she had other things on her mind. Like Joker, that was the current file. She recognized him as the guy who wanted to climb her and the same one who painted a penis on the side of a certain building. Joker. She also noticed a card.
"Custom dreams and realities..." Zoe laughed softly. "Background check?" Her brows raised. Why would anyone need a background check? Why would this card be here. Right underneath she found a note.
Madam,
This may be of some interest to you.
It was simple enough. The card and the note. Had he heard her yelling out one night when she fell asleep by accident? She'd been having nightmares, but she didn't think they were bad enough that Alfred, a man who seemed to understand and see more than he let on, thought he should offer advice so indirectly. But, if he thought it was important...It was at moments like these she missed Shepherd Book.
"Okay, old man." She dialed the number on the card, and waited. She sat up a little straighter when a voice came on. "Yes, I'd like to speak with Arthur."
The next day at a busy lunch found her sitting in the park, near a set of kiosks and roving vendors. The sunshine beckoned to the whole City it seemed, and everyone was having fun. Zoe, on the other hand, had settled down by the fountain with a pink ball of fluff. She understood it was spun sugar, but...it was just odd. She absently watched the children who had their own cotton candy and ice cream treats. She couldn't help the sad soft smile as she watched. One of these should have been hers.