the lone heir stands by a window , looking out to the city he calls home . sirens of an ambulance or the local police are normal here . to hear one blare against the brick and steel every so often isn't unusual . this place is haunted by something ... not just by the criminals who don't lurk but walk among the average joe without giving a much of a fuck . it's the one's who truly rule this city , and it's got everyone who lives here in a choke hold . this place literally makes one feel suffocated ( if not for the smell from the garbage that lines the streets , it's the thick , muggy air that makes it hard to breathe . ) " this guy ... he's part of the court of owls , correct ? " her question comes after momentary stillness . they were talking about some heavy shit , sometimes it helps to shut the fuck up for a moment and let the words settle instead of hang in the air . " great , " the fixer sighs while placing a hand on the back of her neck . " as if my job couldn't get any more difficult ... "
bruce always says he's surprised by her presence in the city . that there always needs to be a reason why she's here ( because who would honestly come here for pleasure ? ) she's been in gotham city a few times , and most of those times they were for a specific reason . much like those times before , this visit isn't any different .
mia glances in bruce's direction before scratching above her brow . " i'm gonna need to get to him ... you know that right ? " her head cocks off to the side , " and you're goin' to help me . in turn i help you with your problem . you scratch my back , i scratch your back — yadda , yadda , yadda ... "
* starter call , ( @loneheir ) // alias : batman , bruce wayne .
