Finally Out...
Not a fan of Gotham. Too many memories. Too many nightmares and way, WAY too many Bats.
She's here to pick up her damage deposit. All her stuff is in storage except for the couple of suitcases she's living out of in Metropolis at the moment. Still trying to make a choice between St. Roch and the Big Apricot. Seems a little insane really. All the stuff on Hawkman/Carter Hall checked out brilliantly. Even Guy sorta kinda vouched for him. What this all really came down to was how much did she and Kathy want to get into the mainstream heroing...if you could call it that. She hated making huge life descisions.
Speaking of which, when she picked up the deposit, she had something else waiting for her...some very dead flowers. Christ, that felt bad. Kip the sweetie had sent them. Kip the "I don't know what to do with you, but I'd like to do lots of it and I'm pretty sure that would be bad for both or our ethical standards." Now she'd missed his flowers and probably thought she'd forgot about him. Nononononononononono...bad. The problem here was that Guy was also sweet and nice and darn good looking and understood what it was like to lose someone and there was that whole thing about keeping it light she was pretty sure Guy could pull off more than Kip just due to experience.
Shit. Decisions that could not be based on hard data. They could only be based on the soft, gut feeling kind that got in in deep, deep kimchee.
No sense in calling the guy before there was a game plan in place. When she got onto the train to Metropolis it was more than time to call Kathy about the gigs and the guys. She was better at this kind of thing.
She's here to pick up her damage deposit. All her stuff is in storage except for the couple of suitcases she's living out of in Metropolis at the moment. Still trying to make a choice between St. Roch and the Big Apricot. Seems a little insane really. All the stuff on Hawkman/Carter Hall checked out brilliantly. Even Guy sorta kinda vouched for him. What this all really came down to was how much did she and Kathy want to get into the mainstream heroing...if you could call it that. She hated making huge life descisions.
Speaking of which, when she picked up the deposit, she had something else waiting for her...some very dead flowers. Christ, that felt bad. Kip the sweetie had sent them. Kip the "I don't know what to do with you, but I'd like to do lots of it and I'm pretty sure that would be bad for both or our ethical standards." Now she'd missed his flowers and probably thought she'd forgot about him. Nononononononononono...bad. The problem here was that Guy was also sweet and nice and darn good looking and understood what it was like to lose someone and there was that whole thing about keeping it light she was pretty sure Guy could pull off more than Kip just due to experience.
Shit. Decisions that could not be based on hard data. They could only be based on the soft, gut feeling kind that got in in deep, deep kimchee.
No sense in calling the guy before there was a game plan in place. When she got onto the train to Metropolis it was more than time to call Kathy about the gigs and the guys. She was better at this kind of thing.