Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-29 22:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, *voice, bruce wayne, dick grayson, helena wayne, selina kyle |
Overheard on Batfam/JL/+ comms
[After this.]
[She opens up her comms to give her update (because yes, she did listen, Dick) when she catches movement out of her peripheral vision. It's just a man, dressed like he belongs here in the Narrows and she gives the little girl in front of her a nudge, hands to shoulders, to get her into the shelter they've managed to forge.]
Yeah, can I-
[A man's voice, heard over the comms.] I have a message for you. Tell the Detective Ra's al Ghul sends his regards.
[There's a gasp, hand on her belt for a batarang when the gun comes up and it's so loud. Pain in her chest, and fuck it's been a while since she's been shot at while wearing kevlar. She turns away from the screaming kids, away because if she's the target, he'll follow her, and closer to them will only put them in more danger. She's right, and the second bullet tears into the void between vest and arm to enter her chest. The third she barely feels when it hits the kevlar, but the fourth knocks the wind out of her, or maybe that's her body hitting the asphalt. It's hard to tell.
And above the ringing in her ears, there are footsteps coming closer. Her fingers close around a Batarang. Her grunt is audible over the comms as he kicks her once, twice, hard enough to get her to roll over onto her back. Something breaks. She uses her good arm to drag herself a foot away from him, her other arm holding tight to the warmth leaking from her side.]
Kevlar huh?
[Another shot. Fire in her leg, fingers clutching tight around the Batarang, a punched out noise from her. Another foot.]
Yeah. Crawl, little bitch, crawl.
[Away from the safehouse. Away from the kids. The curb stops her from going any further. A wince as she rolls onto her back and smiles crimson at him. A gurgle as he stands over her, presses the muzzle of the gun to her chest, through the open path of her hoodie and just above the start of her vest.]
Say goodnight, girlie. You're done for.
Fuck you. [Spit out as she uses the last of her energy to bring hand and Batarang up to drive the sharp end of wing into the side of his knee, feel it grind against bone and cartilage. He's the one screaming then, even as the gun goes off again, and fire buries into her skin just below her collarbone. A whine, a wet cough with something warm splattering on her face as he shoots again, missing and hitting the sidewalk instead of her. Another, and another until the gun clicks empty and he limps away.]