Effie was standing at the wheel of the Jolly Roger, absently spinning the wheel of the anchored ship. It did nothing but make the rudder turn, but she had a good enough imagination. She was nude except for Killian's leather coat, the light wind blowing across her body, making her feel comfortable and relaxed in the heat (being nude in public wasn't something that bothered her in the slightest).
She spun the wheel again, sighing softly, looking off, across the dock and towards the City proper. She was bored and uncertain. Years ago, when she dreamed of being twenty one, once, she thought she would be promoted to full super-hero, out of the junior leagues and old enough to work with the likes of Batman and Green Arrow (and maybe get Superman's autograph...), then, she thought she would head her own gang, not be one of her fathers...tools.
And then...then the City had changed everything. She had been kidnapped, and given a different life, outliving the one written out in her world by three years. She had found the man of her dreams and her future changed, and idea that she would grow old with him (or at least live a full life until her father killed her in
this world)...and then it was all ripped away from her in one night. Well, what had
seemed like one night.
Now...she had no idea where to go or what to do, following along with things as if she were asleep and being lead by the hand. Selina suggested a shop, so she started to open it (the 'grand opening' was that weekend), she had met Killian and as the only guy she had met in several months willing to sleep with her (and as a sex addict that had been a
very long few months), she stuck with him.
She wanted something
more out of everything. To escape the haze and lost feeling of grief, to become
herself again. She couldn't steal, she couldn't murder...if not for the damn conscious Erik had given her back (fuck you very much), but the simple fact she looked horrible in orange. But she couldn't be a hero either...the Gothamites in town wouldn't allow it (seriously, she thought Red Robin would break the Bat-Family's no killing rule just to stop her).
She spun the wheel again, jerking her eyes from the Wayne/Stark Tower (and her Warehouse, which she just now realized was both close in distance and in height...no wonder she met Bruce), trying to focus on the here and now...and absently wondered when her not!boyfriend would wake up and join her (she did work him out for several hours after all). She poked at the wheel, wondering if he would mind if she took the ship out for a spin while he was asleep...