* hunger pains
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she was cursing at the fact that she was in this hell hole.
she wouldn’t have been sent here if it hadn’t been by the request of her leader that spoke of the dangers the titan formula proved to be on the citizens of both gotham and arkham city. gritting her teeth, she had to continuously tell herself that she was here on a mission, that soon enough they’d find a way out and this would be over. but that didn’t stop her hunger taking the better of her and her increasingly sour attitude.
after bearing witness the the only drop in amusement mile hitting the icy waters that half engulfed the district, she’d showcased her anger by throwing a number of brick at the solid ice and screaming out for all to hear as her stomach growled horribly. she needed food, she needed it.
deciding that she wouldn’t get anything by sticking around the flooded streets of her home, she venturing out, moving through somewhat busy streets speckled with those fighting for what they believed was theirs and killing for the last of the food dropped from the fiery explosion above their heads. she wanted to find someone weak, someone who couldn’t put up a fight - yet as she continued through, her hope seemed to dwindle.
when she reached park row, she had all but given up entirely. that was until she spotted someone hauled a bag of food along the street. it seemed like an awful lot for just one person, and with her shoulders squared she rushed forward, the gun strapped to her back bouncing along with her small strides.
“ hey - ! “













