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First Session // Sofia and Alana

As she wrote, Alana glanced up at Sofia, wondering if her eye line to the paper meant she was attempting to read her writing upside down. She wouldn’t have been the first patient who did so, people always had a curiosity about what doctors were writing, even if they weren’t ready to know it. Of course, it would be a process. Alana’s initial thoughts and assessments of Sofia would likely change throughout their time together, her notes would look like stepping stones across a river that took them both to the conclusion on the other side. Alana hoped that conclusion for Sofia would be relief.

Alana looked up from where she’d been writing at Sofia’s calling her lucky, lucky that she didn’t know Gotham at all, much less intimately enough to have common ground with her. “It’s amazing how different something, like a city, can be looking from the outside versus being immersed. Gotham must look bright and shiny to some, dirty and plagued to others…” she thought on it for a moment. Though, it made sense to her, what Sofia was saying. “No matter how bad it was, it sounds like Gotham might always feel like home for you…” she tilted her head slightly, watching as Sofia processed. “Do you miss it?” she asked bluntly.

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Unable to read much Sofia simply started to look around the room, trying to learn what she could about the curious doctor. She had a good enough reputation to get Jack’s seal of approval and lived in a town her father loved, why was she here? Raised in the area?

When Alana started to talk again Sofia’s eyes shot to her, she hadn’t meant her comment to sound condescending. However, Alana knew little most anyone knew little about Gotham in comparison, she saw its underbelly and her father was the king of the cleanest side of it. Her straight forward question made Sofia smile a little, “Yes, I will. Right now, I don’t. Things happened there I can’t stop thinking about when I walk the streets or talk to old friends, but here its gotten better. I don’t see those things all the time.”

Pushing back in her chair Sofia stood then sat back down thinking, “How well do you know Mr. Lecter?”

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Open- Just spoiling her//Klaus Mikaelson

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“What is it?” Sofia’s eyebrows knitted a little thinking about what could be busying his mind, “I was just teasing you about the food.”

Klaus was looking at her. “Its fine ,” he said. The hybrid was watching her”Be careful.”

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Nodding her head she headed toward the door and sighed, “My phone will be on me if you need anything.”

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MUSE :

full name : Sofia Maroni alias : Ms. Maroni nicknames : Sof, from her father. Angel, him. zodiac sign : Aries gender : Cis female favourite colours : Royal blue, emerald green average hours of sleep : 7-8 on good nights, 2-3 on bad ones. last thing you googled : Conceal carry laws in Gotham height: 5′7″

MUN :

name : Roxan nicknames : Rox zodiac sign : Pisces

gender : Cis female favorite color: White, forest green, blood red average hours of sleep : 6-8, with work last thing you googled : how do you calculate standard deviation height: 5′1″

Returned // The Sisters

You’ll be back soon my dear, tell dear old daddy I say hello. I’ll see you very soon, I promise. You won’t wait long. I promise

The recording was still on her phone, he had left it only minutes after they found her. Minutes. He wasn’t going to let her go like he promised, she was just the bait or maybe a bargaining chip for something he’d want one day. He was letting her go simply to give her a break. But for her that stopped mattering, at least for a few weeks. She was going to see her family, be back home and get to have her normal life back. Or something similar to.

As the limo pulled away from the police station she could see Gordon on the curb watching them leave, he was the lead on her case. She was thankful for it. He was a good man, a hell of a cop, and he’d help in someway. As he faded she felt her father’s hand on her knees, one of the un-bruised places on her, “Your sister and mother are home, I’m sure they’re going to want to see you. But you say if you need to rest, you got that?” Nodding Sofia curled into her dads embrace trying not to cry again, “I didn’t know she was home.”

Tell your old man I say Hi.

The mansion wasn’t too far from Gotham proper, right in between Sal’s kingdom and the dirty politics. Perfect for the crime family. As the limo pulled up Sal stepped out getting the door for his daughter, and she took his arm. With one black eye and a busted lip she gave her father a smile and they walked in. Seeing her mother and sister she smiled brighter moving to them, “It’s been too long,” she whispered as she hugged the pair.

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Blake and Sofia // Lost at Sea

You do as I taught, you don’t talk to nobody until you’re at the house- nobody. I don’t know who we can trust anymore. Your mother and I will be there as soon as we can, you get there as fast as you can. Love you.

The voicemail was nearly impossibly to hear, but the message got through. Sofia had been staying in uptown, and at Bane’s announcement to return Gotham she knew Gotham Proper was about to be destroyed. Shoving various clothes into the bags it was all she could do to not scream when a knock came to the door below her. They were raiding the apartments in the building beside her own, it wasn’t going to be long till more came from whatever pit Bane found them in. Zipping her bag she hurried to the room adjacent grabbing essentials, the knocking continued almost taunting her. Taking a deep breath she slung the bag over her shoulder and went to the master bedroom, its fire-escape entered an empty alley. The door was kicked in as she pried open the window, voices echoed off the walls filling the quiet house.

Start looking boys, nice place they got here. -Isn’t this Falcone’s place?

Crawling onto the rusted ladder she didn’t wait to hear more. Pushing her bag down she let it drop by the end of the ladder while she climbed down. With a grunt she landed on her feet starting south, the slums were the best option to hide out. Her god fathers home was an escape for the Falcone’s if they ever needed it. Off the maps and known by few. Snow fell softly on the ground alongside the chaos, screams and cries filled Gotham’s streets. Pulling up the hood of the grey hoodie she didn’t look like she lived in the area. But her face was enough to give her away if she got spotted by the wrong sort.

Crossing the street a group of men were still entering the house with yelps and hollers, destroying everything in their path. Lost by the scene she ran directly into a burly man, his hands caught her before she could back away, “Hey darlin’-” the stink of cigarettes and morning breath hit her hard as she looked up to meet his eyes.

“Excuse me.” her voice was crisp and dark, “I’ll be on my way.”

Pushing her back toward the house he chuckled and shoved her again, “Lets go join the party,” before he could grab her arm again she drew the .45 from the inner pocket.

“I said I’ll be on my way,” she hissed as he raised his hands. Taking a shot at his left she took off down the street while he swore after her. The blocks began to blur as she kept running, stopping along some empty street she fell to her knees panting. The house was almost another two miles off at least, she wasn’t really sure where she was, but she had to move. Seeing a man step out of the building before her she drew her gun, “Where am I?”

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Blake had been working with Bane and Talia at first, long before he had returned to Gotham. In fact he was the one that served as their guide and helped them set up their operation. As a native son of Gotham he knew the ins and outs far better than the other to. Where to hit, how to do it, and how to get away was all on him. The two had sought him out when he lived in Africa and convinced him that they were doing something great. They convinced him that he was their champion, but once they got what they needed from him he felt suddenly pushed out.

Then again, when he learned what their actual plan was he realized it was just about the dumbest thing he had ever heard. Why would they blow up the city with themselves inside? All of that effort, months of planning and occupation, and all to annoy one punk that Blake picked on in middle school then die? What a waste of time.

After that he managed to walk the line between with and against them. They thought he was harmless and left him to his own devices while their minions all knew he was associated with their bosses and stayed away. The fact that no one was allowed to leave the city gave him an opportunity no one else could take advantage of. For a hefty fee he would ferry people out of the city and to safety under cover of night where only he knew that Bane’s men wouldn’t look. Business was good and word had gotten out, which meant that a small fortunate had grown in his bank account. Being in Gotham may have been dangerous, but so far it paid off very well.

His man on the street had told him that a new client had came up that could pay well. It was some young blonde, but he didn’t think a girl like that could survive in the neighborhood they were supposed to meet in. Maybe it was nice once, but nowadays roaming mobs tore through the place as they liked.

“You the girl that’s looking for me?” he asked, ignoring her own question, “You need a way out of here right?”

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Get to the house, go. Talk to no one-

Staring down the man a moment she took a step back watching him with narrow eyes, she didn’t know him. The area around them was just as unfamiliar, bakeries and shop faces she hadn’t seen in years or maybe ever. They were near the docks she knew that much, they weren’t more than a few blocks over. Guarded from what she had head, no one could use them. Or that’s what they were told to think. Keeping the gun level with his chest the mafias daughter lifted her chin, “Yes, I do, I have two more people I need to get.”

Though she was lost at what he mean she’d play along, maybe he had new news, “I was just on my way there,” glancing at the place he exited she committed the name to memory, she’d ask around once she was safe, “How much time do we have before meeting?”

Stop talking- get home.

Stepping back she could hear the mob moving, “I think we shouldn’t be standing around do you?” moving south she lowered her gun, “I have a safe house, if you want to lay low there,” her offer was meant to get him to move. If he had the right Intel he could stay, if he didn’t she’d waste him before the got inside. Taking another step she could see some men starting a few blocks down the street, “Yes or no?” she glanced at him one last time.