. (spacecowboys) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-22 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, selina kyle, stephanie brown |
Gotham: Spoiler/Cat + various poor unfortunate souls
[Suit, goggles and enough epinephrine in her system to almost make her forget that she'd ever been sick, and she'd paced the Nashton apartment impatiently while Steph played nice with the box that pinged. She couldn't find words for what she was feeling, for the impotence that was making her itch, so she didn't bother trying. How could she say what she was thinking? That at least they knew Eddie was alive? That Ra's wouldn't actually permanently damage the little man made of riddles. Oh, Eddie was off his rocker, true enough, but he was alive, and Ra's liked him. And as long as he kept posting? They knew he was alive. But Steph wasn't pregnant somehow, and the kitty wasn't going to pick at that scab, barely knit over skin that was still red, red, raw. So, she paced, she prowled, and she was so grateful when they left Holly and the apartment behind.
Whip at her waist, utility belt at her hips, and Gotham felt like a cage she couldn't get out of. She'd told Robert she wasn't sure how much more of this she could take, and she meant it. Maybe it was the conveyor belt of hell - aliens, flu, zombies, Crane, Ra's, rinse, repeat - and not enough time to lick her wounds. If she stopped moving, everything would hurt. And so she didn't.
Steph had found Eddie's tracker chip, and they were back out there, near Arkham City. Some pimp on the street said a mob informant was nearby, someone in the know. Selina was trying not to empty her Ruger into the pimp's face. He didn't really know anything. She knew he didn't know anything; she just wanted to explode his face in order to feel better. Hey, at least she wasn't lying to herself.]