Still alive

[femme_du_chat]

It is what Selina has to believe. She's slept less than four hours over the last forty-eight and she hasn't found Holly. She's found lots of old abandoned buildings, more than a few things rigged to explode, eviscerate and even in one case to defenstrate people messing with them but no Holly

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[jla_extras]

None of the data has changed.

Abbot, Jason
Allister, Devin
Banks, Phillip
Brulin, Marcus
Devin, Steven...

But all the leads seem to come up with nothing.

...Jennings, Kiesha
Kaitos, Sagi
Kendall, Raymond
Lexington, Roman
Limmuns, Carl...

There has to be a clue in this list somewhere.

...Richmond, Karl
Saphie, Victoria
Sinclair, Kyle
Tiberous, Jim
Torrence, Marshall...

She simply has to find it.

[femme_du_chat]

Damn it.

She'd checked the Romans, the obvious refrences to Rome. In these names it has panned out nothing. Completely nothing. She doesn't need to look at the list anymore to repeat all of the names on it. Checked all the buildings he's owned, the ones the company owned...

Wait.

Kyle?

Kyle Sinclair?

Her last name and... Huh. Maybe... There could be something there.

[jla_extras]

Could be. Seems Mr. Sinclair is the owner of a weekend house that used to belong to Sionis family.

Its located less than an hour outside of Gotham.

[femme_du_chat]

Oh God.

Why didn't she see this before?

On the motorcycle the speed she's pouring on is dangerous. In her current condition, she's very, very lucky that she gets there in once piece.

It is much less than an hour later when she gets there.

[seriouslyevil]

Their path to the door was unobstructed.

But passing by the living room, the sound of a hammer being cocked back on a gun makes his presence known.

"Don't let me stop you."

The gun isn't being pointed at either one of the women, but at the unconscious body laying at the Black Mask's feet.

Selina should recognize the person easily. After all, who doesn't know Bruce Wayne?

[femme_du_chat]

Turning, Catwoman looks at Black Mask.

Holly can tell the difference in her friend's body language - this isn't Selina anymore. Her eyes narrow down and she crouches down a little almost instantly. The litany of cursing in her mind is almost audible.

"You certainly know how to get a girl's attention."

It's not a compliment.

[holly_gonightly]

Holly shifts her weight so she's not leaning on Selina as much.

Shit shit shit.

[seriouslyevil]

"What are you waiting for? The door is right over there." He nodded towards the clear path to their exit.

"There's nothing stopping you."

His eyes seemed to stare straight through Selina's. His grin spread. He was enjoying this.

"Go on. Take her.

"Leave."

[anotherknight]

Bound at both the hands and feet, Bruce Wayne lies motionless where abandoned. Shoulder and neck are extended to the limits of their natural mobility as he rests on his side. A collection of black bruises have already formed beneath the ruined suit. His kidneys won't be the same for weeks.

The sounds of the fight eventually filter in through the drug induced silence. A heavy fog saturates his perceptions and he's neither able to open his eyes nor immediately identify the commotion.

[holly_gonightly]

Then there's a voice addressing him directly.

"Bruce?"

[anotherknight]

Movement is the only response.

The muscles in his neck stiffen. Eyelids twitch. Wrists momentarily strain against abrasive rope.

[holly_gonightly]

Holly struggles with the ropes for a minute and pulls away, wincing.

"Come on, wake up."

[seriouslyevil]

He struggled for a second to pull the vase from her grasp.

But since he couldn't smash her head in, yet, he decided to start kicking her ribs in.

[femme_du_chat]

There go a few more ribs. Hopefully she doesn't puncture a lung with all of this moving around. Crouching down, Selina takes a sweep at his legs with her own, using his grip on the vase to hopefully pull him off balance at the same time. If he lets go, she can move it out of the way. If not, she can hopefully knock him on his ass.

[holly_gonightly]

Holly edges along the wall towards them.

She can't do much. But she needs to do something.

Hopefully Black Mask will be too preoccupied to notice her behind him, as she raises the heavy wrench - waiting for a clear shot, any second now...

[seriouslyevil]

He didn't want to give up anything to this bitch. Not even the damn vase.

He held on, and ended up getting dropped by the sweep.

He rolled over onto his knees, trying to force his head to clear, and feeling around for something to beat Selina's brains in with.