“YOU ARE SPIRITED. I’LL GIVE YOU THAT.”
she’s starting to feel in over her head; gotham city isn’t quite what she’s used to. crime and violence aren’t new concepts to her, nor are full-scale superweapons or villains in masks or clown makeup. everybody’s got a gimmick; but the scale of crime in this one contained area is so wildly off-balance. maybe it was foolish of her to think she could start taking it on all by herself. maybe she should’ve stuck to prepping for midterms, or going to frat parties with the rest of her friends. instead, she’s in the meatpacking district, nursing a bruised ego ( and bruised ribs ), wondering how the hell she got there in the first place. this isn’t even remotely related to the case she was working—to her knowledge it isn’t, anyway. who knows, it could become connected tomorrow, the way things worked around here.
‘ wish I could say the same. ’ words are spit out with a bitter taste to them as she picks herself up off the dirty floor, biting back a groan as she does so. a hot soak in the tub looks pretty good right now, but she’s a little ways away from that. fingers run through her hair, brushing behind her ear; she pulls out a stud in the process, wade’s craftsmanship on a smoke bomb her one quick ticket out of there once things go sideways. she knows the pacing of sitches like these; it’s coming soon. ‘ you got a name? I was gonna guess the phantom, but that seems a little too on the nose. ’ because gotham villains are sure known for their subtlety.
SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. @sioneis
