#conflictedkitty

Garth, don’t be silly. Please. Slade is awful, and that’s coming from me.

My voice calms you down, Eddie?

1.  Your costume is gorgeous.  And comfortable.

2.  I can never decide if I hate you or like you, so I tend to settle in the middle and flirt with threats.

It was an exciting job. Something more on the profound and complex twists were the employer preferred to remain hidden behind a faceless phone call or a shadowed enigmatic room as they displayed their interest, flashed the cash and sent Wanda on her way.

Wanda didn't like jumping from rooftop, to rooftop, missing a few times and clattering down onto the streets below. She scowled, kicking the dirt in a back alley and biting her bottom lip from behind the red clad mask.

"All these so-called heroes prancing about from rooftop to rooftop sending me on a wild goose chase and--"

[ Quit belly-aching and get back up there! ]

[ We want to watch TV. So hurry it up. ]

Clicking her tongue, she began to slip up a fire escape, still wet from the cold shower that had embraced Gotham city only a few hours before. Back on the rooftop, she feigned mock-hurt, placing her palms on her knees and panting.

"Look how hard you're making me work."

[ We know you. ]

[ We ARE you, we know you're not really tired. ]

With another frown, the Merc stretched upwards, shrugging off the voices and quietening them out. It was time to focus. Her eyes scanned the darkening city, the rather depressing streets that were either to scared to commit crime or too stupid to not too - it spelled that this city had a black heart and always would have.

Of course not.