Barbara Gordon (snaponcape) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-06-14 21:36:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | barbara gordon, steve rogers, zz:status complete |
The Inner Circle (Steve)
Barbara grit her teeth. She tugged hard at the collar and shoulder of the downed man's suit as she dragged his unconscious body toward the street. The only pause she took was long enough to assess the landscape. An array of trash bins lined the sidewalks, and so Barbara nodded. She grunted, pulling the man along the sidewalk toward the curb. Finally, when Barbara reached the curb itself she left the man next to the can, sat upright so he looked as if he belonged with the rest of the debris.
She brushed her hands together, done with the situation.
The letter in her pocket seemed to burn a hole in the pocket of her jacket and she removed it. On the front of the ecrue colored envelope was a sparkly green question mark. An insignia Barbara knew well. Riddler.
She opened the envelope and pulled the letter out.
In green pen, the script read: