stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
patrol -- steph/dick.
[Spoiler jumped as the new voice suddenly punctured the flying fists connecting to that goon's face and head. The voice was familiar, but it didn't click right then and there as a friendly sort of voice. No, she was lost in the momentary delusion, the hallucination, and when she turned, she grabbed the gun from her thigh holster and pointed it right at the masked assailant's chest. Instead of blue and familiar eyes, she saw Talon, Owlman's protege and one of the men who haunted she and Eddie's lives for five years.]
You followed me here? [Her hand shook with the pistol still pointed straight at his heart, finger inching towards the trigger. She wouldn't pull it, not in a million years, but it gave her leverage for the moment. And the narrowing of her blue eyes held nothing but contempt for the man standing across from her. On the ground, bloodied and moaning, the goon curled into himself, momentarily forgotten in the wake of another, bigger threat.] How the hell did you get here?