Silence
Roleplaying Log: Silence
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

Into the dark, into the silence, they go. Black Canary, Batgirl, too, a Sparrow and Jessica Jones.

Other Characters Referenced:
IC Date: November 29, 2018
IC Location: Undercity, Gotham
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 30 Nov 2018 07:01
Rating & Warnings: PG-13 for language and violence
Scene Soundtrack: [* ]
NPC & GM Credits: Barbara Gordon as the Whisper Gang
Associated Plots

Gotham City. It has a reputation — corruption, crime, poverty, oppression. That's all on the surface. Go down — like, deep down — then it's a whole different story. It isn't just dark down here… it's black. The air cannot decide if it's too thick or too thin, and there's no description that could accurately detail the smell.

Down here, there's Whispers. They move through the tunnels of the rails and sewers, and their territory is vast — one of the largest. They came from the Ukraine back in the early days, and just settled in. Nested. Silence is their game — literal and figurative. This is probably why Gus Oliveres didn't scream when his throat was slit; his body is strung up to block one of the tunnels that head out to the harbor.

Batgirl stands before it with the others, frowning at its grotesque display. On the tunnel wall beside his body, scrawled in what can only be blood, reads:: Silence Is The True Friend That Never Betrays.

It was supposed to be an easy case. Gus had information, told Batgirl he'd meet her outside where he knew the Whisper Gang was going to be having some big planning meeting. He had texted her the coordinates about six hours ago, told her the time. She called in Dinah, and then Jess — because Jess was in town and a little muscle never hurt. She was expecting big numbers of the Ukrainians, and back-up is always a good thing.

Now they stand before Batgirl's dead contact at the location he said he would meet them, where he would lead them to the meeting so they could either listen in, or interrupt. Batgirl turns slightly toward Black Canary, frowning.

* * *

Dinah stands and stares up at the corpse. Her mouth is set in a grim, straight line, and anger strikes sparks from flinty eyes.

She wears black biker gear, heavy ass-kicking boots with metal shinplates, and kneepads borrowed from a roller derby rink. Fingerless gloves with a metal knuckleguard protect her hands. Her attire is surprisingly lightweight and flexible for being what's a repurposed biker jacket (in dark blue).

She lays a hand against Batgirl's shoulderblade, looking to her from behind the black line of a domino mask. "I'll cut him down," she murmurs, quietly. "We shouldn't leave him strung up like that. We can bury him properly, later."

* * *

Jess arrived with Arnavi. True to her word, she's been taking her out whenever it's made sense to do so. It certainly made sense tonight.

"Hang on, B.C." The detective's mouth flattens at the gruesome scene. She flips on a maglite and strides right up to the body, carefully examining it for any evidence which might give them a lead worth pursuing. "Don't touch him till we can get a good look. Navi, come see if you catch something I don't see."

A glance back at Batgirl. "I've got my evidence kit with me," she comments, even as she makes her careful search. Jess is always willing to go be someone's back-up and muscle, but she has never considered that her primary focus. Using her brain is. "If it were me, Batgirl, once Navi and I do this once-over and B.C. cuts him down, I'd want to do a full work-up. Never know what might turn up. But if you think we don't have time, well, these are your stomping grounds. Your call."

As for attire? It's pretty much the Jones Working Attire. With ratty grey scarf instead of purple, because…she's not about to bring the latter into stinky tunnels.

* * *

Normally Arnavi Mehta is the epitome of upbeat, even in the face of grim adversity. But somehow it doesn't seem right to sing a song and dance around why they cut poor Gus down. In fact the Red Sparrow just stares at Gus as if looking at some inevitable endpoint that always seems to happen in Gotham. Dressed in her black bodysuit with the red bird symbol etched into the front, she is the picture of a second-rate Gotham Knight. Well, she wishes.

As Jessica encourages her to check the body, she gives a nod and steps up, domino mask obscuring her eyes, but they see everything anyway. Down to his very pores, down to the place where the blade slit his throat and his life drained out of him. For a moment, she hangs on the edge of sensory overload, pushing herself to see anything and everything, to smell the man's last day alive all over him, to hear beyond, into the depths of-

"I.. huh. Nothing.. it was sharp, what cut him. But.. beyond.. I can't hear anything, smell anything. Feel anything from down there. Maybe twenty feet. It's just… empty."

She sounds dumbfounded, her gaze turning to Batgirl and Black Canary, and finally to Jessica. "What do you think it means, Power Pigeon?"

* * *

Normally Arnavi Mehta is the epitome of upbeat, even in the face of grim adversity. But somehow it doesn't seem right to sing a song and dance around why they cut poor Gus down. In fact the Red Sparrow just stares at Gus as if looking at some inevitable endpoint that always seems to happen in Gotham. Dressed in her black bodysuit with the red bird symbol etched into the front, she is the picture of a second-rate Gotham Knight. Well, she wishes.

As Jessica encourages her to check the body, she gives a nod and steps up, domino mask obscuring her eyes, but they see everything anyway. Down to his very pores, down to the place where the blade slit his throat and his life drained out of him. For a moment, she hangs on the edge of sensory overload, pushing herself to see anything and everything, to smell the man's last day alive all over him, to hear beyond, into the depths of-

"I.. huh. Nothing.. it was sharp, what cut him. But.. beyond.. I can't hear anything, smell anything. Feel anything from down there. Maybe twenty feet. It's just… empty."

She sounds dumbfounded, her gaze turning to Batgirl and Black Canary, and finally to Jessica. "What do you think it means, Power Pigeon?"

* * *

One thing about heroing in Gotham: you get a macabre sense of humor. Dinah finds herself suppressing a smile at the 'Power Pigeon' moniker, pressing a fist to her mouth so she doesn't start laughing.

* * *

Once Arvani gives it a name, it becomes impossible to miss. Beyond the body of Gus, almost twenty feet down, everything just seems to become void. No sound, no light. In fact, a flash of Jessica's flashlight just reveals thick shadow that, that high-powered light just shines on a wall of blackness.

Batgirl drops her gaze from Gus, then to Black Canary, then to the darkness. Her expression is unreadable, but there is no hiding the tension that moves through her armored and suited frame. She breathes out a slow exhale, and then nods to Jess. "Alright, get your evidence, J."

Then she steps slightly aside the body, looking down into the darkness. They will have to cut Gus down to venture that far down the tunnel. She rolls her shoulder slightly. Only then does she catch that Jess has a really interesting nickname. Her brows arch slightly, though the expression is hard to read beneath the edges of her cowl. She glances toward Dinah, and then back to Jess. "Alright, I'm going to ask about that later."

* * *

Jessica rolls her eyes as she sighs in resignation. She's never shaking this damned moniker, is she? "Please don't," she says dryly to Barbara.

But she tilts her head as Navi asks what it means. Grimly she lowers her voice and says, "They call themselves the Whispers. My guess? It means twenty feet down the way someone's hanging out, watching us, maybe waiting to ambush us. They've maybe got some sort of device or meta down there keeping all sounds, smells, light, and everything else suppressed. Which means…I no longer think we have time to dick around with this body."

Twenty feet really isn't a whole hell of a lot of feet, to Jessica's mind.

* * *

"That's what happens when you don't send in the five bucks to the Superhero Club to approve your nickname. It gets picked for you," Dinah tells Jessica, and nods sagaciously at Barbara as well. Much wisdom here.

She folds her arms across her stomach and rests her weight over one foot, hip cocked to the side and her blue eyes focused laserlike on the shadows just beyond their reach. A line furrows her brow at Red Sparrow's explanation, but questions about such are set aside. Not a priority at the moment.

The blonde looks back at the shadows. Twenty feet is seven yards. Three seconds for someone to cover in a dead sprint. If that's a *lot* of someones, that could be a problem.

Which is why Dinah's standing just a hair closer to the shadows than the other three women. Jess might have the sheer strength Dinah lacks, but it's pretty hard to get ahead of Dinah on reflexes alone.

* * *

Chewing at her lip for a moment, she almost forgets the conversation occuring around Jessica's wonderful bird-name. Instead she's slipping past Gus and approaching the Dead Zone, because it intrigues her in a way nothing has in a long time. The thing is, she hears everything, all at once. And worse, she can pick out all the bits, process them, and never miss anything. Except here, where she'd miss everything. Except, maybe one thing. One foot slides on the ground, and she stops before she gets to close.

"If it's something that opens up, if the darkness just blocks part of the way in, I think I can guide us through. I mean, as long as I can still feel the ground."

Or at least she hopes. She glances back at them all, hoping someone else has a better plan.Why? Because history has proven that The Red Sparrow's plans almost never end well.

* * *

"Careful," Batgirl breathes when Arvani starts in close to the darkness. She watches, and only when she's almost nearest it, does Barbara look to Dinah. "We'll come back for him." Her eyes tick up to the presented man, and then she passes beside him, slipping into the tunnel with the other woman.

The temperature feels like it's dropping by five degrees each step closer until when they are almost at its threshold their breath clouds like winter. To all senses, it's like approaching a wall. Something is very unsettling about this, but even Barbara can't put her finger on what it is.

"This is worse than stepping into a dark room." She glances toawrd Jess and Dinah. "Which means… we're entering whatever's on the other side totally blind."

* * *

"I sent the Superhero Club a whole diatribe about how I don't fucking do names or masks," Jessica mutters, scowling. "They just don't listen worth a shit."

Barbara's comment gives Jessica a moment of pause. Her mouth tightens again. "Guess we risk losing the gang if we just nope the fuck out of walking into their trap," she mutters. There's a 50-50 chance that on her own? She'd just nope the fuck out of the trap. It's written all over her face. But then she looks down at poor Gus and sighs. "Yeah, yeah," she tells the corpse.

She peers into the darkness and says, "If we're gonna do this shit Sparrow's pretty much our only hope of navigating worth a crap, assuming the effect extends more than a few feet. Somehow we'd have to figure out what the hell is doing this and take it right out."

No better plan from this quarter. Here's to hoping Arnavi's current plan is the exception that proves the rule instead of the rule in all its glory.

* * *

"We do it cave-diver style," Dinah says, nodding once at Jessica's assessment of the situation. Charge in, trigger trap. Foil their plans by walking *right into the ambush*.

There's a reason Dinah likes Jessica's style.

"Ba—tgirl, give us some rappelling line," she tells Barbara, barely catching herself. Stupid secret identities. "Everyone grabs on and we use it to signal each other. Two tugs to stop. Or, like, if you feel someone hit the ground, that'd also be a good time to stop."

* * *

Heeding Batgirl's warning. Wow, she never thought she'd be doing that. Ever. EVER. It makes her smile on the inside, where she's almost always beyond giddy, but given that she just mentioned poor Gus again Sparrow almost winces and turns back to the darkness to see her breath grow cold. She closes her eyes, waits to get linked up with everyone, and then she gives a nod. "I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I have Batgirl and Black Canary and the mother fucking Power Pigeon at my side."

Several cold breaths form a plum of frost in the air, and then Arnavi is stepping through the darkness with purpose, sliding her feet along as if she were a skater moving in slow motion, she feels for the subtle vibrations she causes, feels for the map she hopes to make along the ground to rebound back to her feet. She can only hope the ground itself is a conduit this power cannot permeate, giving her one sense she can use in this miasmic abyss.

* * *

Heeding Batgirl's warning. Wow, she never thought she'd be doing that. Ever. EVER. It makes her smile on the inside, where she's almost always beyond giddy, but given that she just mentioned poor Gus again Sparrow almost winces and turns back to the darkness to see her breath grow cold. She closes her eyes, waits to get linked up with everyone, and then she gives a nod. "I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I have Batgirl and Black Canary and the mother fucking Power Pigeon at my side."

Look, maybe it's not about giving Jessica a name so much as giving Arnavi another hero.

Several cold breaths form a plum of frost in the air, and then Arnavi is stepping through the darkness with purpose, sliding her feet along as if she were a skater moving in slow motion, she feels for the subtle vibrations she causes, feels for the map she hopes to make along the ground to rebound back to her feet. She can only hope the ground itself is a conduit this power cannot permeate, giving her one sense she can use in this miasmic abyss.

* * *

"And now you are Power Pigeon."

Barbara's commentary is half-distracted. She is stepping in closer to the shadows. Then she turns to Dinah, and nods once. With a flick aside of her cape, she draws out the first length of line from her belt. It barely whispers as it is pulled free, and then she passes it over to Dinah. Her eyes then flicker back toward Red Sparrow, and she smiles gently at her with a slight tip of her chin.

"You do."

Then she looks to Jess. "We go in there, but we get out if it gets too rough." She glances between the other women. "Agreed? I'm not crossing that threshold until we're all on the same page." Then she takes the line, and she goes a step further. She detaches the dispenser from her belt, and she hooks it to the closest pipe. "Think of it like an anchor back. Things go back, we follow it back out."

The wall of blackness remains steady and persistent. Except for one moment that Red Sparrow can feel… like the wall just took a soft, little breath.

* * *

Jessica quickly ties the rope around her waist and follows. She is certainly not going to argue with Barbara.

Then they're in the freezing nothing. Jess feels the crushing darkness closing in all around her.

Can't see. Can't hear. Can't taste or touch or feel. She's never had any particular experiences with sensory deprivation, but for some reason she finds herself triggered, and hard, for the first time in a long time. Maybe it's some memory of the demon bear, of its dark birds cording maggots beneath her very skin. Maybe it sparks the memory of an immortal sorcerer, digging, digging, digging into her mind, pulling every secret out of her skull. Or the memory of what it felt like to have Kilgrave in her head, like her whole sense of self being smothered under a creeping fungus, fear she hasn't revisited in over a year, not since the other Defenders, and Bucky and Jane, banded together to go make sure she never had to visit that nightmare ever again.

At least there's an anchor.

The wall is taking that soft, little breath. Jessica Jones, meanwhile, is taking sharp, shallow ones, breaking out into a freezing sweat as her heart races and thunders.

Panic attacks always do seem to happen at the worst possible moment. There's no tugging on the rope or anything; she won't stop this train, but it's damned distracting and probably not a sign she's going to be at her best.

* * *

Dinah plunges into it, and tries to suspend her panic and fear and just tread through the silent void. It's meditative, after a fashion. No sensor input except for the tread of her boots on the ground. No sound or sight or smell.

But she keeps going, and the little tugs and tensions on the rope firmly in her hand tell her that the rest of the crew's still trucking along, too.

* * *

There's a slow breath that seeps out of the Sparrow as she begins to make her way inside, nodding to Batgirl's conditions before she begins to move. Because she isn't just leading them, she's scouting too, and a she sinks into this terrible void, she does not let on the truth of the matter. It is the first time since her change that she has heard or seen or smelled nothing at all. If she could have just a few feet of this in some quiet safe corner of the world to retreat to, Arnavi would.

But then, she feels something again. Feels the soft breath where no breath should be. She knows the footsteps of her companions, and knows it is not one of them. She tugs once on the string - oops, thats not an agreed upon signal. Oh well.

The wall takes a breath, and then it will take a sharp kick, launched from her otherwise innocuous stance that seems for all the world guarded and cautious. But the veil drops the moment she lashes out with that super human physicality because in this place she is beyond scared, and not what might happen to her.

Navi is scared she is going to let down some of the greatest heroes she's ever known.

* * *

It is black.

Sparrow's senses are flooded with it. For those around her whose senses are not at absolutes, this moment is just numbing. For her, it's deprivation. This perhaps makes what happens next more of a shock to her system than to the others.

The air moves, and there's a whisper of noise. Something that must be a leg slams out, hitting Dinah hard across her knee. Then there's another, this time taking her at the shoulders — maybe an elbow. Similar attacks strike at Jessica, and Batgirl. Something that's smooth as a baseball bat slams into Jessica's belly.

Sensory information floods Red Sparrow's, and she can pinpoint, but then loses them in the same breath. Until someone's forehead collides with hers, hands on her collars to pull her into the head-butt.

The shadows then erupt with attacks, and the numbers are impossible to trace.

* * *

Jessica staggers and doubles over. Welp. Now she can feel something. Pain radiating out from the source of that strike. She grunts, and then grabs blindly at whomever just did that. Her fingers hit…something. She just tries to toss whoever that is like a goddamn football, well over Arnavi's head.

She's not going to play nice under these circumstances. She's not trying to kill anyone, but she isn't going to cry any tears, in particular, if she does.

Then she takes another moment to just double over, eyes wide. Sure, she can break a baseball bat with a solid block, but a strike to her stomach still hurts like hell, and now she feels like she might have to puke.

Oh yeah. This is a fun mission. Fucking Gotham, man.

* * *

Dinah almost loses her lifeline in that instant. Fingers slip from it and she flails once, grabbing it again. It gets two hard yanks and she tries to grab whomever's in front of her and aim them back at the entrance. Then, she's blindfighting.

But this is something Dinah's done before, too. Jess and Sparrow might not be ready for it, but it's certainly something Babs has experienced.

"Run!" She tries for something just shy of the edge of hearing-safe. Muffled, muted, she inhales, winces through a fist sailing into her temple, and staggers.

"RUN! BACK! RUN!" Every word is an explosion of noise and concussive force from Dinah's mouth. She twists, makes a best guess, and throws her voice behind where the tail of the crew is supposed to be. "OVER HERE! THIS WAY!"

* * *

Perhaps most distressing and most depressing of all is that she can't sing, not really. Or.. can she? Oh she finds a way the moment a forehead impacts her own, because while it is painful as fuck, it also produces a sound. A tiny, tiny sound. It fuels her enthusiasm to maintain that grapple with whoever it was who thought it'd be smart to get this close to her. She loops an arm around one of her attacker's arms, and with it, the cord linking her to the rest of them, looping it twice and pulling until it will cinch tight with a superhuman grip.

Then she hears the muffled cry, and does exactly that. She isn't Jessica Jones strong, but when she begins to run it's going to pull on everyone, including that poor bastard who was just made an impromptu member of their team, who will get to feel just how strong she is as she tries to rip his footing out from under him.

She will leap, pull, and jump for the edge, hoping to drag her three teammates and a whole new other kind of bird with them. The kind that will surely sing.

* * *

There's not enough air to breathe, or at least that's how Barbara's lungs feel. She turns sharply into a strike across her cheek — full-fledged fist barreling into her cheekbone. She gasps in surprise only to feel another strike slam into her chest, kicking her back several strides and almost colliding into someone — Dinah maybe based on the sudden sharp yells from her friend.

She stumbles, grabbing onto someone, only to realize that it isn't Dinah. She feels the blade slot between armor and into the soft flesh of her belly. She literally grabbed onto one of the Whispers, because she let herself get off-kilter.

Then she's being yanked back, feeling the cord at her belt pull her straight back toward the tunnel exit. She feels the blade leave her stomach, blood trickling down her suit. And she just had this armor fixed.

The Whisper in Red Sparrow's grasp is strong, but not strong enough. She has the upperhand, and instead he's throwing his weight as best he can to knock her off-balance. It isn't enough as he's being yanked backwards, pulled to the edge of shadow. Each sound from the Whispers is barely heard — or not heard at all. This one just grunts, and there are no other words beyond something that sounds like a sneer.

* * *

Back? Sounds like a great idea to Jessica Jones. She's hauling ass now, which may mean she's being a little too enthusiastic. Hopefully she's not dragging them all like a line of cats, but she's all for getting out of Dodge in any event. Which…may or may not help with getting the Whisper out of the Field o' Suck.

Anything heard from her quarter is just a steady stream of angry swearing. Clear up until she says (hopefully once they are all really out of there), "Right. Next time? We nope the fuck out of walking into the trap."

* * *

Dinah's biker gear makes serviceable body armor. Even the fishnet patterned leggings are sturdy enough to keep her from begin badly abraded as she's yanked off her feet and dragged back towards the entrance, back out the shadowy mists.

Still hurts, though.

They're brought to a stop on the slope leading down into the pit and Dinah's flat on her back, eyes closed, and whimpering very softly. Her hand is wrapped twice around the cord with an ironlike grip, though her fingers are turning pale from blood constriction.

"Owwwwww…. Christ that hurt," she curses, writhing a little. The leggings stop road rash but they don't do much for the pain of a bunch of loose gravel.

"Everyone sound off if you're not dead," she croaks, feebly.

* * *

Turning, Navi twists against the flailing of the Whisper that's caught in her impromptu web, and with a sudden yank she pulls him right into a fist that's meant to knock the fight out of him, and then she gives yet another yank to help pull her team free, dragging if she has to, to bring them from the darkness until they're far enough to make a stand if anyone wants to give pursuit. And if they do, she stands over the members of her team like a lioness over her cubs, blood dribbling from her forehead where she was first headbutted, and a SPARROWANG (not really it's a Batarang) in one hand. This she lets fly into the darkness, not because she's hoping to hit anyone, not exactly. It will explode just moments later, bringing with it a choking miasma of slow-moving particulate mixed with something like tear gas. Meant less to disable and more to force someone from an area, it is her very last one of those, and she is not sad to use it.

"COME AT ME YOU FUCKS, YOU WON'T!!"

And if her pet Whisper she dragged along is at all making a noise she'll give him a sharp kick for good measure, oblivious for the time being to the full extent of injuries the other women have suffered.

* * *

Barbara does nothing to interrupt Red Sparrow from taking this to the mat. Literally. She is too busy bleeding and trying to catch her breath. She's leaning hard into the wall beside Gus's hanging body, leaning into it deeply. Her hand presses over the gut wound, and then she looks around at the others. Dinah's call for a sound off has her breathing out her own. "Present."

Then she turns slightly toward the black shadows that continue to exist in that tunnel. Then it's… sliding back. Slinking backwards, pulling away from the tunnel. As it retreats, so do the Whispers within in. A broken baseball bat sits on the ground of the tunnel as only physical evidence that there had been anyone in there at all.

Then she looks to the Whisper that Sparrow has. She'd say to gag him, but there's a sight she's only heard of. Graffed to the kid's face — and that's the best description because he looks like he's just about nineteen — is a metal mask that covers nose and mouth. His skin is bubbled up around the edges like it had been burned during the grafting process. His eyes has rolled back into his head and he's barely making a grunt at Sparrow's aggression. Oh, he's out for the count… but there's a good chance he doesn't have much to say.

* * *

This is Jessica's sound-off. "Shit. You're bleeding."

Addressed to Batgirl.

This might be a thing. Whenever Jessica and Dinah are in a room together, someone's going to bleed and Jess is going to fret over it.

"How bad are you hurt?"

A sharp gaze goes to the mask, and she adds: "That thing might be how they're doing it. Jesus, that's gruesome. Who the Hell goes, hey, sign me up for that?"

She's also capable of ranting while fretting. It's a gift.

* * *

Dinah's eyes open, and the look she gives Barbara is one of wry irritation. "Barbara, did you get hurt *again*?!" she demans, querulously, and rolls to her belly. It's an awkward shove to her knees and she stands, hissing in pain as she disentangles her hand from the ropeline. The heavy leather definitely saved her from some severe rope burn.

Navi's got the situation well in hand, it seems. "Don't kill him, Sparrow," Dinah admonishes the girl, and heads straight towards Barbara, prepared to slap aside any verbal or physical barriers. "Yeah, you're bleeding," Dinah confirms, voice a little tense with concern. "He got you good. I can't tell how deep it is." She digs out her phone and turns it on with a merry chime. Old school Nokia that's tougher than the armor Dinah's got on. "Christine? It's Canary. Listen, uh, you working the night shift?

* * *

"That's right!! That's fucking ri-…" This, as the Whispers retreat. And then Sparrow smells blood, eyes wide, her expression frantic, she moves to help support Batgirl and looks to Jessica and Canary for some guidance. "Uh.. Uh!! Jess can you grab the…" OH FUCK HE PROBABLY CAN'T TALK. Well.. shit. Maybe they can.. who knows! "Canary? Are you alright? You good? Thumbs up if you're go-! Kill? What? No way. I only make them wish they were dead. Which, looking at this dude happened a long time ago." She says this before helping Batgirl along. "We should get out of here. Now listen Batgirl, focus on the sound of my voice and not at all on your bleeding." Navi does not have her parents' bed side manner, and so as she tries to help Batgirl, she rambles on. "But listen, don't worry. Jessica is really good at stitching people up while they're in the back of a vehicle going at high speeds don't ask me how I know this. Oh, uh.. hey, just wondering…"

A beat. Really, this is just to keep Barbara's mind off of the pain.

"Do you think you could get me some more Sparrowangs?"

* * *

"I know," Barbara says to Jess, and then she turns a slightly toward Dinah with a scowl crossing her face. She tugs at Jess as she gets herself upright. She holds her hand steadily against her belly, and then glances at Dinah. "I just tried to give one of them a hug." Then she breathes out a slow breath, trying to stretch her stomach.

"I'm alright," she murmurs to them. "I think."

She glances down the tunnel that is now strikingly brighter than it was before. She glances over it briefly, mouth tugging into a frown. Then she looks back toward Jess, and the Whisper. "Welcome to Gotham."

She touches her chest, as if she's feeling for something. Then she closes her eyes. She's trying to focus on something. Maybe the magic that John Constantine has around her. Then she shakes her head, looking back at the others. "Jess is right though… next time… we're not walking in blind."

Then she tilts a look toward Red Sparrow, and she can't help the smile that tugs at her lips. "I'd say that's in the cards," she says, voice wry despite being a bit pained.

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