The cats will play...(Hannibal)
Zoe didn't see Jesse after that morning. She wasn't exactly mad at him, but she wasn't happy with her situation either. She didn't like not being in control; she knew she'd adapt, live with it, but it put a slight damper on being the Batman.
When she went in to work, the Amazon send Alfred a quick message to explain why Batman wouldn't be patrolling the streets again. She suggested that he notify the ones who had helped rescue Jake if anything were to come up. Alfred was kind enough to send her information about werewolves, not that she was one, but it seemed fitting. She read and went home to await the change.
As night fell, she started pacing. The apartment, while spacious and rather Spartan, seemed too small. She wasn't sure if it was the coming change or just simply the need to be in motion that had her pulling on running gear again to head out to the Park. She needed to do something other than wait.
The Park felt strange, as it had the night before, and she wished she could go fight bad guys or do something more than run. She wanted to save someone, be a big damn hero. Yet, she knew that she couldn't save anyone as a really big cat, probably. The run was nice, but it wouldn't last. Thankfully on her run, she felt the pain coming before it completely incapacitated her. Finding a set of bushes, she disappeared within them to experience the shift that made her want to cryout..yet again.
Moments later, a clouded leopard appeared from the bushes, its tail trailing behind it like a banner. Now what was she supposed to do?