batwomans_gotham

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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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"Lucia will always suspect something. Wait out a normal rehabilitation period, use crutches or a can for a little while, you won't need to explain anything else," he said.

"I need some support anyway." Brenda turned her attention to Kat and pulled the duvet a little higher around the girl's thin shoulders. "I think the light chair will be most convenient when I'm in public. I can use the robot braces around here."

"Sounds good," she said.

"You can walk," the girl mumbled, eyelids fluttering as she fought weakness.

"Yes. I've been able to since we got back from R'as'. Go to sleep."

"You could be the Bat again," she frowned.

"No, she can't," Leslie said sternly. "Go to sleep, Katalyn."

"I am Batwoman," she said quietly. "It doesn't matter what I do and where I go, this is still my city."

And she'd still be out there in a heartbeat but for Leslie's decree.

"Finally," Katalyn mumbled.

Leslie nodded, then sighed. She's rather have Brenda Wayne, but maybe the girl was right. Maybe there really wasn't a Brenda Wayne anymore.

Though the Bat wasn't there in Brenda's face or body language... at least not very much. It nearly seemed like a stranger sat there; a woman stern and undemonstrative, though caring.

"Go to sleep," she said, turning her head to look at the clock.

"Don't wanna," she sighed softly, falling asleep gradually.

Leslie looked at her, then sighed.

"She must have finally slipped," she said to herself.

Brenda turned and looked at Leslie after Kat's breathing and eye movements had evened out. "I'm going to talk to Jim Gorden."

"AS Ms. Wayne, or Batwoman?" Leslie asked.

"As myself." She got up and caught hold of the wheelchair, then pushed it toward the door.

"I meant which face," Leslie sighed, following.

"I don't intend that he'll see my face." She paused and cocked her head to listen to the chiming of one of the big clocks on the main floor, then stretched slightly and turned to look at Leslie, one eyebrow arching appealingly. "I have time for a workout before I have to be at the office. Am I off the light exercise only stipulation yet?"

"You're not to strain yourself," she said sternly. "But you may push some limits. I think it's time that that would be best. But do have someone down there with you, alright?"

"Dämmerung usually comes to the Cave around this time for a meal." She pushed the hidden button for the elevator, then turned back and gave her heart mother a little smile, icey eyes showing affection. "Would you ask Alfred to set out one of the new suits that I bought on Friday?"

"Of course," she smiled back, glad to see her looking better.

Brenda sighed slightly and got onto the elevator, already planning her workout.

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