Re: quicklog: robinson park; ivy, kitty, and eddie
[Selina was this close to done. Or, maybe done had come, gone, and now was come again. Whatever the reason, she knew that she was done with this city. It had, oddly enough, nothing to do with Bruce, and it had everything to do with the breakdown of a family she'd come to reluctantly think of as hers. And now, now there was nothing for her here, and she could feel that deep in her bones. It was an understanding, a knowledge, something she couldn't shrug off anymore.
She still loved her ruined shell of a city, but she didn't belong. And, quite frankly, she didn't want to belong. This wasn't her Gotham. Her Gotham was a generation dead and gone, sucked up by a cruel hotel, replaced by children that neither needed nor wanted her.
But this, this was one last act of kindness. Respect, and this was her way of showing it. This, helping the city get on its feet. Sinking her money and resources into it. Leaving it better than now, giving what she had left to give, and then it would be time to move on. Let the little birds take care of their Gotham. She wished them luck, and that wasn't even facetiousness.
But tonight, tonight she was still here.
Her territory in the East End, it was thriving. She'd scooped up enough nurses from the mobs to tend to the sick, and she had enough loyal thugs to hold her borders. Structural damage was being repaired, where it could be. And places too unsteady? Those were being corded off for safety. But with winter coming on hard, people in the East End had places to sleep, triage, food and water. And in this Gotham? It was the most anyone could have.
She walked up slow, hips and lazy, no rush. There wasn't much of a rush these days, not in a city mostly dark, and where survival had taken the place of living. Sway, jeans and a sweater, a thick coat in blood red, and she smiled when she saw Eddie and his hat. But it was a sad smile, because she knew he didn't want to be wearing that hat, carrying that cane, being that man.
They'd both outgrown this. It had taken years, but here they were. No Bruce, no place in the family, and Selina tucked her hands farther into her pockets and inclined her head in greeting.] It gave me some of Faol's things. I returned them when I rescued him from a cat. [Which made her smile, at least, a little bit.] Over there. [She pointed a gloved hand, catching sight of Ivy's uncertain tresses in the moonlight.]