Getting What We Came For

[just-donna.livejournal.com]

"I don't care where you have to go, I want an antidote found for him now!"

Donna's arrived at Miami General, fresh from her and Roy's encounter with Cheshire.

The doctors are trying to do multiple tasks at once, from keeping Cheshire stable from the number of bullet wounds that she's gathered, to finding an antidote for the poison that's slowly nibbling at her husband.

For someone with an extraordinary amount of self-control, it's taking every single ounce of it to keep Donna from snapping Cheshire's pretty little neck.

The assassin was stable. Good.

Donna turns from the bed where Cheshire's lying to her husband.

"You really should lie down," she places a hand on his forehead, "You're burning up."

Back-up

[able-cain.livejournal.com]

Her orders tonight are simple. Rather than take a certain part of Gotham as usual, she's to make almost a full-sweep. Things have been weird lately, more than normal, and he is worried.

Just a quick stop. See if they're okay and keep moving.

She understands what he doesn't say. He worries. Things are unusual. Unpredictable. He has to be sure of everything to be what he is.

She stops in the East End first, where she recognizes the tell-tale sounds of light steps on brick. The steps have a rhythym, more so than with most of them. Catwoman on the prowl.

She waits, and listens.