At the boathouse and beyond
Aug. 17th, 2012 10:38 amOh, you poor, poor thing…
She is sinking in the cold water of the Gotham harbor and she can't breath.
You're such a sad little girl…alone in your sorrow.
She feels the cloying touch of the Weeping Woman about her, pulling. Her vision fades and the Weeping Woman becomes her sister; the twin killed decades ago, the twin she failed to save months ago.
Let me kiss it all better.
She's losing herself. Her lungs burn.
I taste the deep scars on your soul.
Her sister's embrace feels so right. Why fight it?
I know that cutting pain in your heart…but you can leave it all behind.
The pain is gone now and she would cry in delight if she could.
Just let it all go away, Mija…like I did.
All that's left is a regret that she couldn't save the missing kids.
Hush, hush…my sweetest girl. You can sleep now. Here with me.
No.
Forever.
NO! She struggles against the embrace and lashes out with a quick jab. Everything is dark but she doesn't know if that's from oxygen loss or the nighttime waters. She fights and claws her way past the Weeping Woman who is evaporating like ink in the water.
No! Come back to me! Don't leave me again!
She's on the beach gasping and wolfing down air. Her chest burns and her thudding heart hides the sounds of the Federal Agents who have her surrounded.
"Batwoman! Hold it right there! No sudden moves. You're wanted for questioning in connection with a terrorist attack," an agent, a blond woman who seems to be in charge, is saying. Other agents surround them with guns drawn. The blond helps her up, out of the sand and Kate coughs trying to get the water out of her lungs and focus.
"Wha...what are you talking about?" She asks playing up her confusion until she can get her bearings. The blond agent is now holding her shoulders and reaching for her mask.
"A kidnapped colonel, three murdered enlisted, two stolen planes and enough military grade cyanogen chloride to kill most of Gotham. And somehow you managed to cover it all up...Who has the pull for that?"
The time to act was now. Kate spins to free herself and uses her cape and the agents surrounding her to add confusion to her escape, spinning, dodging and somersaulting over and around agents. Shots thunder out into the night but she's already reached the wharf and cover.
"Kate! Oh my god, you're soaking wet..." Bette, her sidekick for lack of a better word, calls out in shock as she enters her penthouse. She grabs a towel and runs over.
Well, no waiting for this then, Kate thinks. "I'm sorry, Bette. I'm so sorry, but it's done."
"Geez, you smell like gasoline. And fish?" Bette says completely ignoring Kate's words.
"You're not listening to me. You never listen..."
"You must be freezing. We need to get you out of this costume--"
"You still don't get it..."
"What the hell happened? Did she do this to you? Was it that Weeping Woman thing...?" Bette continues as if Kate hadn't said a word, toweling Kate off and trying to help her get out of the cape.
"DAMMIT, Bette," Kate nearly screams and pushes Bette's hands away. "Stop it! STOP IT! It's over for you!"
"What are you talking about?" Bette says finally startled and listening.
"I'm done training you!"
"What? Why, Kate? What did I do? What happened?"
I nearly died and then almost got caught by the DEO. I couldn't live with myself if the same thing happened to you, Kate thinks. Out loud she says, her voice cold and flat, "You don't have what it takes."
"You're wrong." Bette screams and throws the wet towel at Kate.
"No. I'm not. You're just a privileged tennis player. You're not even fighting for anything. The only thing you ever lost was a beauty pageant." The words hurt Kate to say but she knows they will save Bette.
Bette stands there frozen. Tears begin to fall from her eyes. Then she slaps Kate and runs out the penthouse yelling, "Even if your mom and sister hadn't died, you would've driven them away you control freak."
Kate sits on the bed as the echos of Bette's running fade behind the slammed door. "You're a bitch, Kate Kane," she tells herself just in case there was any doubt.
She is sinking in the cold water of the Gotham harbor and she can't breath.
You're such a sad little girl…alone in your sorrow.
She feels the cloying touch of the Weeping Woman about her, pulling. Her vision fades and the Weeping Woman becomes her sister; the twin killed decades ago, the twin she failed to save months ago.
Let me kiss it all better.
She's losing herself. Her lungs burn.
I taste the deep scars on your soul.
Her sister's embrace feels so right. Why fight it?
I know that cutting pain in your heart…but you can leave it all behind.
The pain is gone now and she would cry in delight if she could.
Just let it all go away, Mija…like I did.
All that's left is a regret that she couldn't save the missing kids.
Hush, hush…my sweetest girl. You can sleep now. Here with me.
No.
Forever.
NO! She struggles against the embrace and lashes out with a quick jab. Everything is dark but she doesn't know if that's from oxygen loss or the nighttime waters. She fights and claws her way past the Weeping Woman who is evaporating like ink in the water.
No! Come back to me! Don't leave me again!
She's on the beach gasping and wolfing down air. Her chest burns and her thudding heart hides the sounds of the Federal Agents who have her surrounded.
"Batwoman! Hold it right there! No sudden moves. You're wanted for questioning in connection with a terrorist attack," an agent, a blond woman who seems to be in charge, is saying. Other agents surround them with guns drawn. The blond helps her up, out of the sand and Kate coughs trying to get the water out of her lungs and focus.
"Wha...what are you talking about?" She asks playing up her confusion until she can get her bearings. The blond agent is now holding her shoulders and reaching for her mask.
"A kidnapped colonel, three murdered enlisted, two stolen planes and enough military grade cyanogen chloride to kill most of Gotham. And somehow you managed to cover it all up...Who has the pull for that?"
The time to act was now. Kate spins to free herself and uses her cape and the agents surrounding her to add confusion to her escape, spinning, dodging and somersaulting over and around agents. Shots thunder out into the night but she's already reached the wharf and cover.
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By the time she gets home she knows what she has to do. She almost died tonight and worse, was almost caught by federal agents from the Department of Extranormal Operations and her identity exposed. Playtime was over."Kate! Oh my god, you're soaking wet..." Bette, her sidekick for lack of a better word, calls out in shock as she enters her penthouse. She grabs a towel and runs over.
Well, no waiting for this then, Kate thinks. "I'm sorry, Bette. I'm so sorry, but it's done."
"Geez, you smell like gasoline. And fish?" Bette says completely ignoring Kate's words.
"You're not listening to me. You never listen..."
"You must be freezing. We need to get you out of this costume--"
"You still don't get it..."
"What the hell happened? Did she do this to you? Was it that Weeping Woman thing...?" Bette continues as if Kate hadn't said a word, toweling Kate off and trying to help her get out of the cape.
"DAMMIT, Bette," Kate nearly screams and pushes Bette's hands away. "Stop it! STOP IT! It's over for you!"
"What are you talking about?" Bette says finally startled and listening.
"I'm done training you!"
"What? Why, Kate? What did I do? What happened?"
I nearly died and then almost got caught by the DEO. I couldn't live with myself if the same thing happened to you, Kate thinks. Out loud she says, her voice cold and flat, "You don't have what it takes."
"You're wrong." Bette screams and throws the wet towel at Kate.
"No. I'm not. You're just a privileged tennis player. You're not even fighting for anything. The only thing you ever lost was a beauty pageant." The words hurt Kate to say but she knows they will save Bette.
Bette stands there frozen. Tears begin to fall from her eyes. Then she slaps Kate and runs out the penthouse yelling, "Even if your mom and sister hadn't died, you would've driven them away you control freak."
Kate sits on the bed as the echos of Bette's running fade behind the slammed door. "You're a bitch, Kate Kane," she tells herself just in case there was any doubt.