#steph 2

It was late, but Jessica had always felt more at home in the night. Dani already shared that predilection, which made Jessica worry about exactly how much was passed through DNA. And when she worried, she thought. And usually she drank, but since that wasn’t an option, she walked. Tonight she was in Gotham, had stopped by for a case. When it wrapped up, she just stayed, deciding to catch the morning ferry instead. 

Fall was here, and there weren’t many trees in the city, but the few that were had already started dropping their leaves. The crisp ones crunched underneath her boots. Gotham was loud, like New York, distant sirens and bangs and cars and yells. But it was all pretty far from her. She focused on the crunching leaves, eyes down on the ground. That’s why she heard it before she saw it. She paused and looked down the alleyway. 

It was her. That girl in the domino mask who had been on her rooftop. She was gasping for breath, her eyes wide and unfocused. She looked terrified — but not of anything happening now. Jessica bit her lip hard, and stepped forward.