stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Spoiler/Cat
[Stephanie, for all her dramatics and emotions and illogical mess, could be a good bat. One of the best. Sure, there was still an itch in her veins and a tightness in her chest when she stopped to think about being in the suit, but she didn't stop very often. And really? For the first time in a while, she felt comfortable in her kevlar. Maybe it was the missing weight of guns on her hips or the soothing, yet slightly chastising sound of her mother's computerized voice. Maybe it was her man in trouble, or him not being there as a crutch. Whatever the case? She felt more like Spoiler than she had since she'd come back from war.]
Got it. [A nod, and she didn't even do anything affectionate or silly before she walked off in the direction of the front door to enter in. Without an invitation? Well wasn't that rude. She kicked the door open, nearly knocking the rickety thing off its hinges, and stood in the doorway in that dramatic, intimidating sort of way bats loved to. Purple shroud and utility belts crossing her body, wrapping around her thigh, and hanging off her hips, and the bow and arrow was mostly for show tonight. The glinting box wrapped around her wrist though? Not so much.] Where the hell is Mike O'Donald? [The goons cowered slightly, and one of them moved to run away, but before he could flee, Spoiler had him up against the wall by his throat.] I'm gonna play nice and give you one goddamn chance. After that? Well, we'll see, won't we? [Her forearm pressed against his larynx.] Al Ghul. What do you know?