Restless.

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When Sonia was a little kid, her parents used to take her to church. They were Catholics, sort of. They weren't fanatic about it - they didn't get up for the disturbingly early Mass, they didn't go to confession. They went to church maybe every other Sunday. Sonia didn't retain much from the sermons, except that if you were good (a vague, amorphous concept) you went to heaven; if you were bad, you went to hell; and if you were unlucky, you got stuck in purgatory.

Purgatory always seemed like the worst deal to Sonia. You didn't even have to actually actively do anything bad to get stuck in Purgatory. You could go there if you just happened to die before you got a chance to be baptized. You could go there if you screwed up and realized it but didn't pray hard enough to redeem yourself. And once you were there, just the waiting was so agonizing that you prayed constantly for the relief that Hell would bring.


It's been a while since Harvey was found guilty and sent back to Arkham. He might be in Hell on Earth, but Sonia is pretty clear on where she is, too. She's in Purgatory.

Well, actually, she's in Selina Kyle's safe house, trying to avoid Death By Vengeful Mobster. But still.

Sonia is not a patient woman. She isn't good at waiting. She's a doer - or at least, that's what she tells herself when she wonders if maybe she's being impatient or pushy. She just likes to get things done. She likes to be moving towards a goal.

She does not like to be stuck indoors all day because someone might put a bomb in her car.

At least nighttime provides a certain amount of cover for someone who's impatient and out of sorts and looking for something to do. Which is why Sonia has taken to prowling through alleys at midnight.

Looking for something to do.

Looking for trouble.