Who: Cheshire Where: Streets of Gotham When: June 18, 2010 Summary: Cheshire takes glee in Pam's demise
It had been days since her escape. Her 'teammates' were long gone and she was alone in Gotham.
Cheshire had not dared try to relocate anywhere else and risk recapture. Staying in Gotham was a much safer option at this point. Her contact in Gotham was spooked with her appearance so soon, but he pulled through her requests and Cheshire was now undetectable by the daily facial recognition programs she knew were bound to be run by various organizations and three lettered agencies around the world. Evidently, nuking a country had made her 'important' enough to get the extra speedy treatment.
The thin organic mask she'd managed to get her hands on went over her face like a second skin and altered her face enough that she was confident that no one would recognize her too easily. The hair dye she purchased on her way into Gotham gave her hair a reddish hue, and the sunglasses she wore would conceal part of her face. The disguise was...hot not perfect but it would do.
It was because of her so far successful disguise that she could stand on the sidewalk and watch the bank of television screens on the other side of the shop window with a semi-shocked expression on her face as the latest news about Ivy rolled in. It made such a wonderful day to see the bitch who captured her die a horrible death, she thought with her trademark grin creeping on her face.
"Oh my god, that was disgusting," a man beside her said with a horrified expression.
"Her death?" Cheshire asked.
"What? No. I meant all that green stuff splattered all over those innocent people. The psycho is died, who'd cry over her?" he answered and scurried away.