batwomans_gotham

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Escape!

Katalyn ran down the street, panting as she hurried, skidding to a halt in a dead end alleyway she froze, then looked back at the pair of thugs coming after her.

Looking around she quickly grabbed an old pipe, holding it up.

"Leave ma alone!" the tiny girl said feircely.

"Oh ho, look at that," one of the thugs snickered, nudging his buddy. "Little girl has a weapon."

"Better be scared," his partner snickered. Then he shook his head, then advancing on her. "Seriously, sweetie, just put the pipe down. We'll make it a lot better for ya if you jsut come without a fuss."

"Like @#%$!" she screeched, lashing out quickly.

The man screamed, toppling over.

"My knee!" he bellowed.

"You little @#%#^," the other man screeched, reaching for her and grabbing the pipe as it swung again.

Katalyn's eyes got huge, and she started to squirm and kick at him, desperately re-reaching for her powers, which were still not working when she needed them to.

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Brenda didn't turn at the change in the girl's breathing, though her mind began to work again. "Kat?"

She frowned, then sighed.

"Stupid @#%#$ knocked me out," she complained.

"From what I heard it was necessary to keep you from injuring yourself," came the low reply.

"It wouldn't've been if she'd just've let me go in the first place, and not messed everything up," she said, eyes narrowed.

Brenda drew in a deep breath. "I would have done the same thing in her place. Don't forget, you're only working in Gotham because Batwoman lets you."

Yes, talking about the Bat as though they weren't one and the same person.

"You wouldn't have been able to stop me," she said, scowling.

Once upon a time there would have been a spine-chilling Glare and some serious Bat territorality, but now all that happened was the slumping of Brenda's shoulders as she turned her wheelchair and made for the door. She never once looked at Kat.

Kat frowned, looking at her, inwardly not wanting her to go. She wanted her mentour to stay, to talk to her, to acknowledge her, but she had no idea how to make her want to stay there.

She looked down, eyes filling with tears even as her hands went to her head, trying to get the woozy, sick feeling out of her head, heart, and body. Frustration welled up inside her again, and she slumped, at a loss as to what to say or do, and fighting to do nothing and hide her inner turmoil, as she was so used to doing when she was older.

-I don't know what to do, God.- Brenda pushed the door shut, then leaned her head against the wall with thump. -I don't know what to do! What should Brenda Wayne do??-

She couldn't hear anything past the turmoil in her heart and mind save the repeated thump against the wall.

Kat looked up to see her gone, then fought madly as tears welled up in her eyes.

She got up, going to the window, then looked out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she thought of everything that had happened to her, even just recently as a reverted child. It seemed she never really knew how to handle anything life threw at her. She was no hero, though she'd been given powers, she was dead or repellent to emotions, her only attractions were to silent, vanishing figures who'd give a penny less if she died, and now, even in the home of her greatest and most honored hero, figure, and heroine, she could do nothing but become angry and upset, push her away, an retreat further into herself.

-What made me think I could care for children? I was hardly a child myself!- Brenda hugged herself unconsciously, not noticing the tears that were threatening to leak.

"Brenda?" Leslie came up from the hall, frowning and hurrying. "Oh dear. What happened?"

"I can't do it." Brenda's voice was nearly too low to hear.

Gentle, nurturing arms surrounded her.

"Can't do what, dear?" she said softly, stroking her hair.

"I can't be Brenda Wayne. I don't know anything about dealing with children." Her voice was flat as she contemplated trying to live a life that she didn't understand, blocked forever from her rooftops and gargoyles. It was clear that the thing with the kids wasn't the real problem.

The kind doctor let go of her and knelt, taking her hands.

"Brenda," she said clearly, looking into her eyes. "You're paniking. Take a deep breathe and calm yourself. Now, tell me what's really wrong."

"Without Batwoman I'm nothing."

"That's not true," she said sternly. "You let that life rule for a while, yes, but now you can find who Brenda really is. You can look at what's behind the face Gotham's Princess. And you have three little girls who you can help so much, just by relaxing your grip n the Batmobile."

"Brenda Wayne is a mask."

"She doesn't have to be. And I know she's somewhere inside of you. You only have to find her," she said softly. "You let the Bat consumer you, ever since you were a little girl. Now is your chance to see the other side, to see life, happiness, and joy."

Brenda was nearly shaking with terror at the thought, but all she said was, "Kat needs you."

-I can't deal with this now. I can't.-

"So do you," she said gently. "And Kat's far more used to working out things by herself."

"She's a child... and she needs someone. But I couldn't, didn't know what to do...." She closed her eyes and turned her face away, still using the body language of a quadriplegic despite being able to move freely now.

She stroked her hair.

"Brenda, you know how," she said. "All you have to do is use that mind of yours. Feel for the child, try to understand what she's going through, even if you can't imagine everything she's seen. Use those detective skills of yours to make connections in more than crime scene investigations."

"Brenda Wayne's not a detective. That was the Batwoman." She made as though to back her wheelchair away from Leslie.

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