Zoe Washburne (warrior_woman) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-11-10 17:06:00 |
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Someone to talk it out (narrative)
Batman kicked, punched, fought with all the might a superhero like Batman had. The suit held up under the abuse, and the Batman kept fighting. How long the Bat fought it was hard to tell, at least by how little the Bat seemed ready to slow down, to give up, to stop taking and giving the beating. It wasn't a fight for life, but it was pretty gorram close. If the Bat could just get to that last one, the last bad guy, things would be okay. The Bat could rest. Maybe ignore the strange laughter that whispered from the darkness.
"Madam." Fists flew through the air without coming into contact. "Madam!" Another swing, and not so much of a miss - a fist hit something hard, unyielding, not at all flesh like.
"Madam!" Finally the voice broke through, and the Bat was no more. Zoe sat up straight, wincing as her whole body ached, especially her hand.
"Yes, Alfred?" Thankfully her running on autopilot seemed to give her the semblance of orientation; she could pretend a little she knew where she was and who was talking to her. It wasn't until she actually looked at the workspace before her as well as the rest of her surroundings that she realized she was alone with just the voice of an Alfred coming over a secret comms line.
"You asked that I keep you up to date on-"
"Right, thank you. Just send it to the pad." She knew that there were a few cameras in the Batflat - it wasn't a cave at all even if it was well stocked. She also knew that they were rarely on when she was in her Bat HQ, but she was still hesitant to stretch and yawn, which didn't seem to matter.
"Madam." Zoe had stopped correcting him a while back. "Perhaps you should go home? Or have dinner with one of your friends?" Alfred didn't even sound at all disapproving when he made the next suggestion. "Perhaps Mr. Custer?"
"Perhaps. Thanks for the information, Alfred. I'll go now. Leave what I've been working on as it is. I'll finish it after some business tomorrow." She grabbed her things, making sure she looked as if she'd been spending her time behind a desk not retooling the grappling hook to make it more multipurpose. Or any of the other things she did while in the Batflat. She made sure she grabbed the tablet with the requested information, even tossing it into a leather bag that fit a woman of her standing - it was expensive.
Food, a job, something to keep her mind off the dreams, the anxieties said dreams were bringing. She needed to talk to someone, and at the moment, she wasn't sure who. There was Dinah, but Zoe needed to keep her secret a little longer. Jesse, but she wasn't sure she should keep burdening him with all this. Arthur was definitely not someone she wanted to confide in; he wasn't a bad sort, just not a confidant, not yet anyway. Watson? She decided to get home and get fed, now if she could just talk the City into letting her get home without incident.