ravenroth (ravenroth) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-09-24 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | batgirl ii, cypher, raven |
Visiting Gotham
Who: Raven & Open
What: Raven finds an old hang out spot and reminisces.
Where: Gotham City
When: Monday, September 24th, night.
Rating: PG
It took little time at all for her soul self to wing across the rivers and sail over the smoggy night sky of Gotham. The city had changed in some ways. In many, not at all. It still had a sense of sickness about it, like it was festering still, yet had a strong, willful pulse to live. Sick, but not hopeless and dead, still full of fairly innocence people with love for their families.
It had been so very long ago that she had appeared on its streets, a confused girl, wide-eyed and withdrawing from the clamor of life that suddenly surrounded her and put her abilities to the test. And it was here that she had learned that feeling some emotions... was not unpleasant.
She circled around the building once before ascending swiftly up the wall. Her landing was quiet. The air was still thick, but the cooling nights made the smother of the city more bearable, every little breeze a teasing promise that not all in Gotham was riddled with the ugly tar of crime. Those gusts were clean and fresh with the coming of Autumn. And even here, in a run-down neighborhood, she found comfort in old memories.
How many times did she stand by the edge while the others sat casually on the wall, feet dangling over the edge carelessly? She walked to the wall now, looking down the building that was now a decrepit, gutted thing, hollow with broken windows and chained off until some corporation would buy the property. It would be demolished then, the concrete skeleton turned to concrete powder and a new construct would be built in its stead.
Her fingers brushed the gritty stone, cool and lifeless. But in her memories she could hear the laughter and see the image of her friends pacing the wall and planning their next venture. Those times... they taught her humanity, taught her the importance of good connections, of what friendship was. She never quite felt she fit in, but she had been given the ability to pretend, and she was accepted. They feared her not at all and would coax her to try new things and join their conversations. She had never felt disdain or hatred from them toward her.
An ache sprang to life in her chest suddenly. She felt her sternum, curious, wondering. It was accompanied by the usual, dark wriggle that lie beneath any emotional stir that welled in her, but over it the ache was clean, and somehow good. A pining for times she wished recaptured but was glad to have had.
She missed them.
"Where are all of you now, I wonder?" Still husky and quiet, but her voice was not as whispered and chilly. At that moment, she sounded... human.