Donna knows (recursion) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-07-06 17:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, damian wayne, donna carroll |
Gotham; Damian & Donna
Who: Damian Wayne & Donna Carroll
What: Guess who decided to walk around Gotham alone?
Where: Insert dark gritty Gotham alley here.
When: Nowish? Soonish?
Warnings/Rating: Violence, and probs being mean to cute little Donna. :(
Donna was lost.
All those years spent arguing epic comic battles online and never once did she think she'd need to know the map of Gotham. That was yet another thing she was wrong about. She had come to Gotham because she wanted to surprise her brother, plans for a pigeon coop tucked into her purse, but he was gone. Now it was only her and Mikey. What if that meant Mikey would be leaving, too? If that happened, logically, she would also wind up back home soon enough.
Donna didn't want to go home anymore.
Those concerns lead her to wander around Gotham, taking in the sights of the city that she could wake up and never see again. She wanted to remember everything. New York, Marvel, didn't give her the same sense of awe and wonder that Gotham did. If she believed in such a thing as love at first sight, Donna would have fallen head over heels for the city. Unfortunately, on their first solo date, Gotham was about to roofie the hell out of her.
It was dark out, now.
She had lost track of time, barely noticing as the sun set, bathing the city in shadows. Donna liked the night, spending most of her daylight hours catching up on sleep. Not that she was a vampire or anything silly like that, she simply survived on coffee and late night MMO raids. The unassuming woman looked younger than she really was in her chucks, worn jeans, and nerdy t-shirt, but her actions may as well have been that of a child. She was unaware of any malice in the world, and even less so when it was directed towards her. No one ever gave her a second look, let alone spoke to her without reason.
The hollering was a new experience.
A group of four guys were trying to get her attention from across the street, while Donna was blissfully unaware of the crude things being said. It wasn't until they had flagged her down that she finally realized there was a question being asked to her, "Where are you going?" The guys caught up to her, walking to either side and behind her. "Oh, sorry. I didn't think you were talking to me. I'm just going this way," she was very matter of fact in her reply, and as she had little other in the way of destination, that was as in depth of an answer that she could give. "What's that way, huh? A party?" Donna was not as amused by the question as they were, actually trying to figure out something that was that way; a bridge, or park, or anything. Instead what came out was, "Uh, I don't really know. I'm not from around here."
Wrong answer, Donna.
Within seconds she was grabbed and shoved against a dumpster in the nearby alley, fear only now gripping her that they were off of the main road. "No! Please!" Donna screamed at the top of her lungs, "Hel-" the urgent plea covered quickly by grimy hands over her nose and mouth. This wasn't real. This wasn't happening. Her mind had gone into shock, confused as to why someone would do this to her. She had never done anything to anyone. Her eyes were wide and wet with tears, hyperventilating beneath the tight grip of the huge mook that didn't quite realize he was suffocating her. The purse was ripped off of her body, her worked up screams barely more than muffled whispers that the other guys teased her about. "Shut up, and maybe you'll keep your face," The tiniest of the guys flicked a switchblade open before her eyes, waving it back and forth so the moonlight glinted the razor edge's menacing message.
Donna could hear their conversation, but the lack of oxygen was making her loopy. She couldn't be certain if what she heard was real. "I like it when they cry." "Only this tablet. Get fifty bucks for it." "Keep her pretty, we can sell her." "Too old." "We get paid if she's used or not." Her eyes rolled back in her head and her arms fell limp to her sides. Bright colors swirled in her vision, stars blotting out the last faces she'd ever see. This was it. This was how she died.