sorry i was asleep for most of the past 48 hours :/
WHO: Selina + Natasha
WHERE: Generic rooftop with bad cell-phone reception.
WHEN: Before Selina went off grid, in reference to the Joker's eight-for-one sidekick special.
WARNINGS: I am the world's slowest tagger!
SUMMARY: The girls meet up and discuss a plan to steal the Joker's money.
FORMAT: Paragraph?
Natasha wasn't wearing the suit. No reason to show up to every party in full armor and with four kilos of Warsaw Pact-era explosives strapped to both wrists. Black slacks, a t-shirt, a jacket: that was enough. She did have a gun on her, but Natasha always had a gun on her, now. Life had given her no reason to be optimistic.
There was gravel on the ground, little beads of dark and dirt that sounded whenever she shifted her body weight. And all the pebbles beneath her, the wet smell still left in the air from the last time it rained, this whole damn rooftop thing-- it was something she'd tried to escape. Here there was no part of her past to run from. No nameless file passed round between desks, none of her secrets stored in warehouses. But Natasha was still waiting for some mysterious contact at an indecent hour of the night, in hopes of taking something that didn't belong to her.
At least she wasn't late.
WHERE: Generic rooftop with bad cell-phone reception.
WHEN: Before Selina went off grid, in reference to the Joker's eight-for-one sidekick special.
WARNINGS: I am the world's slowest tagger!
SUMMARY: The girls meet up and discuss a plan to steal the Joker's money.
FORMAT: Paragraph?
Natasha wasn't wearing the suit. No reason to show up to every party in full armor and with four kilos of Warsaw Pact-era explosives strapped to both wrists. Black slacks, a t-shirt, a jacket: that was enough. She did have a gun on her, but Natasha always had a gun on her, now. Life had given her no reason to be optimistic.
There was gravel on the ground, little beads of dark and dirt that sounded whenever she shifted her body weight. And all the pebbles beneath her, the wet smell still left in the air from the last time it rained, this whole damn rooftop thing-- it was something she'd tried to escape. Here there was no part of her past to run from. No nameless file passed round between desks, none of her secrets stored in warehouses. But Natasha was still waiting for some mysterious contact at an indecent hour of the night, in hopes of taking something that didn't belong to her.
At least she wasn't late.