Doors Sins: Halloween Event (doorssins) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-10-18 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: halloween |
What: Reveal(s)
When: Sins Plot
Warnings/Rating: None
It wasn't like the normal wakeful jolt that normally came with Blondie walking her through the door to Gotham. No, this was like a slow return to herself, sore arm and all, and the kitty cat didn't like it.
Selina was in the nest that she had shared with Damian once, that she shared with Jaybird now, a black kitten winding its way around and between her ankles. She smiled down at the familiar ball of fur, and she began to greet it, only to find her throat too sore to speak.
The kitty cat didn't like that either.
Selina walked into the small, dingy bathroom the apartment boasted, and she pushed a cat off the counter with a coo and a kiss as she turned on the light, casting the avocado bathtub and sink in a fading yellow light. But she didn't need good lighting to see what she looked like.
Around her neck, angry bruises circled, and the ache that came with them was excruciating, but that was nothing compared to the pain in her midsection, and the Cat was almost scared to lift the shirt she'd been wearing before all this began. In and out, the circle of black and vibrant red bruising went straight through her middle. A twist and a look over her shoulder revealed more of the same at her back. The bruising at the inside of her wrists finished the macabre spattering of red and black and blue.
And the kitty cat knew her little feathered self hadn't done anything to earn those bruises.
For once, Selina was actually a good kitty cat. She left Blondie a note on the phone, one acknowledging the Cat's considerate nature in crossing. Because the sun was up, which meant whatever had turned her into a magpie had taken a full evening to do it. Blondie had made enough noise about needing to be in Las Vegas because of her kitten, and Selina wanted to find out where those bruises had come from. So she saved the note, and she crossed.
For a full minute, Wren didn't remember.
And then she did, and it was all she could do not to throw up all over the Passages carpet. She called Gus' sitter, told the woman that Gus might need to stay a little longer, and then she turned right around and went back through the door. Gone was the soft grey dress, and gone were the doll's ball joints, but the memories remained and no, no, no, and she couldn't deal with-
Five times, and Selina kept kicking her back out. In the end, Selina kept control until Wren was in a cab. And then Wren had no choice but to breathe, breathe, breathe. Oh, God, and a glance in the rearview mirror revealed that circle of black at her neck.
Wren didn't give the driver directions to the apartment. Instead, she chose the safehouse, empty save for the beds that had arrived earlier in the week. She rocked in the back of the cab, back and forth, back and forth.
Back and forth.