Re: In Person: Selina/Dickie/Stephie
[Selina heard the scuffle, the fight, and the distant rumble of a car she associated with another man. She didn't get her hopes up; she wasn't sure she had hopes to get up, not any longer, not after the brief conversation with Dick on the comms. And, no, she hadn't told Stephanie that Dick was coming. She'd covered it up, made seem innocuous if the little bat in purple and black had heard the words, but she hadn't made any effort to repeat them aloud. Stephanie was lost in fear and pacing, and there was nothing that Selina could do to make that better.
She had no words, goggles back, sick-pale and eyes bloodshot. She needed an epinephrine shot soon, or her knees would buckle. Maybe her knees would buckle anyway. Eddie couldn't be dead. Ra's liked the little green man and his riddles. However much Eddie had left his rogue's life behind, he'd still been one of them, and he couldn't be dead. It had to be a mistake. It had to.
Except she didn't believe it. She didn't, and she knew what came next. Stephanie would scream, and she would break, and Selina wasn't sure the other woman could come back from it. So, no, she hadn't said a thing. Why? Let her have these last nine minutes.
She looked up when she heard Stephanie say Dickie's name, and she sighed with relief to see he wasn't in kevlar and cowl. It was ridiculous and it was silly, but there it was. And she said nothing. There was nothing for her to say. She just moved a little closer, ready to help when help was needed, a quick and discreet slide of needle between her ribs and through the dot-puncture of suit-black. She'd need the strength; she could feel it.]