JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"I swear -" She's sore, tired, and wants a bath. "If this is yet another false alarm..."

Well, she doesn't know what exactly she'll do, but it will be something, damnit! She thought Gotham was frustrating most nights. Okay, Gotham was worse, but St. Roch was like Venice without the charm - a younger, sneakier, slightly stupider Venice with all the nightlife a Gothamite could ask for plus some - Oh! And enough vice crime to keep 50 Sonia Alcana's busy. Not as many big crazies, but a lot more smaller crazies. It had kept her, Kathy, and Kendra in as many cutthroats, gangs, pimps, and low rent cultists as a superhero could ever ask for...if heroes HAD to ask for these idiots!

Add to the crazy work schedule the fact that yet another display at The Egyptian riverboat casino is now throwing a fit!

No sign of Hawkman? Bad.

Plague causing riots over everything from Pedalyte to cell phone service? Really bad.

The team not even having time to train or talk to one another because Kathy is working her butt off in the North Quarter while Hawkgirl works the docks? Pricelessly bad. Sensei would have a fit.

Roxy has been IVing caffeine and redirecting everything from stop lights to truck shipments and 911 calls. Even if it's Thanksgiving and the superbug has been neutralized for a week, there's still plenty of stupid out there and plenty of those who take advantage of the stupid.

Still no sign of the Charlie, but the angels are still working the city. He's been gone way too long for this to be his type of not talked about "business." She's already sent something to Kip because he seems to know the right people. She just asks her name be left out of it for now.

"Status?"

Not a fan of Gotham. Too many memories. Too many nightmares and way, WAY too many Bats.

She's here to pick up her damage deposit. All her stuff is in storage except for the couple of suitcases she's living out of in Metropolis at the moment. Still trying to make a choice between St. Roch and the Big Apricot. Seems a little insane really. All the stuff on Hawkman/Carter Hall checked out brilliantly. Even Guy sorta kinda vouched for him. What this all really came down to was how much did she and Kathy want to get into the mainstream heroing...if you could call it that. She hated making huge life descisions.

Speaking of which, when she picked up the deposit, she had something else waiting for her...some very dead flowers. Christ, that felt bad. Kip the sweetie had sent them. Kip the "I don't know what to do with you, but I'd like to do lots of it and I'm pretty sure that would be bad for both or our ethical standards." Now she'd missed his flowers and probably thought she'd forgot about him. Nononononononononono...bad. The problem here was that Guy was also sweet and nice and darn good looking and understood what it was like to lose someone and there was that whole thing about keeping it light she was pretty sure Guy could pull off more than Kip just due to experience.

Shit. Decisions that could not be based on hard data. They could only be based on the soft, gut feeling kind that got in in deep, deep kimchee.

No sense in calling the guy before there was a game plan in place. When she got onto the train to Metropolis it was more than time to call Kathy about the gigs and the guys. She was better at this kind of thing.