Gotham. One week after the events with Light.

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He'd stopped by to see Alfred, and dropped off some oatmeal raisin cookies Barbara made. He'd had to dodge some local paparazzi before he doubled back to his planned route. The Gotham media's been hounding the Wayne and Grayson homes looking to get news of the health of the Wayne family's newest heir since the epidemic broke, and it gets old fast.

He's got another small package to deliver, and it's with that in mind - and a host of other, more complex emotions tugging him every which way of late - that he finds himself at the door of Selina's apartment. The distinctive bike he rides is well hidden a few alleys back.

Ding, dong.

Hopefully she's home.

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[tefe-holland.livejournal.com]

She was tired.

That didn't happen a lot, sometimes Tefe didn't know if she'd ever reach the actual limits of what she could do but during the battle she'd spent quite a bit of time regenerating herself over and over as napalm burned away her flesh and bones. It was the season of sleep for plants and that apparently made a difference to her and her abilities.

So she was sitting outside in the weak November sun drawing strength from the earth and the water in the soil. The sun was stronger here than up north where she met Barnabas, maybe that's why her father stayed in Louisianna.

She'd touched Caleb after the battle, healed what she could of his wounds. There wasn't much she could do for the taint unless she had wanted to experiment and it seemed to be clearing itself but she wanted to make sure it was going.

After all he had the blood of demons in his veins, maybe the taint could latch on to something inside of him and grow, it's not like she really knew how it worked.

Standing up in one graceful motion Tefe went to look for Caleb.

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[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

Despite the fact that Zee had ended up wearing a gaudy shirt she had managed to get them to outside Hector's tower without too much incident. John didn't care, right now he was a little pissed off and a little worried about Gemma.

How the hell could Hector have let her get pinched?

He walked up and knocked on the door, although the knock was really more of a pounding with his fist.

After everything else...

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There is something that has been bothering Bette and she needs someone to talk to about it.

She can't talk to Nightwing about it. They're getting better but this is one of those potentially weird topic areas and she's rather not go into another one of those quite so quickly. And Jesse and Wally ... Right now, that is something else again. She needs to talk to Vic before she talks to them again. She needs someone a little closer and yet further away from it all.

If that makes sense. Bette has no idea if it makes sense to anyone outside of her head.

And that might be part of the problem.

So, Bette has been sitting in Kory's garden, hoping that the lovely alien woman will come visiting as well.

Istanbul

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In the shadow of the Blue Mosque's minaretted glory, through streets packed with assorted wildlife and peoples, Helena Bertinelli is making her way to a courtyard nargileh bar with her entourage of Lady Blackhawk and Creote in tow. The air is thick with the scents of spices, tobacco smoke and animal dung, in a city brimming with Middle Eastern architecture and culture.

They're not here to sightsee, however.