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Players Gonna Play
Title: Players Gonna Play
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Gotham
Character/Pairing: Mainly Barbara, Cat, and Ivy, but it does also mention Jim/Barbara, Bruce/Cat, and Jim/Lee
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: lj user="ComicDrabbles">: #109: Night Shift
Warning(s): SPOILERS!
Word Count: 500
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
She slips in easily enough as the night shift slips out. No one looks at her; no one speaks or otherwise bothers her. Everything is going fine, and then she sees him in another woman's arms and locked in an embrace with her far more passionate than anything they've shared in years. Tears blur her vision as she races away.
She goes to the only place where she can think to run: back to her old apartment, the one she used to share with Jim. She's forgotten about the kids until she sags against her locked door, still crying.
"It didn't go well," observes the redheaded girl with the strange voice.
"'nother woman," Cat remarks through a mouthful of chips. She shakes her curly head. "Men never stay single long. They can't. They have to have a girl to take care of them." Or a butler, her inner voices adds, unasked. Alfred did seem to be taking pretty good care of Bruce. He hasn't even come after her again, as she'd thought he might. She shouldn't have --
She shakes her head again and crunches her chips louder. She doesn't need such thoughts tonight, or any night. "We can help you make him jealous, if you want."
"What I want," Barbara starts+. The thought hangs between them as she stares at the girls through her tears which are finally beginning to subside.
Cat looks quickly at Ivy. She's fully aware that Barbara could call the cops or otherwise kick them out. This is the first time they've been able to stay in one location for a while, and it's a good one at that. She doesn't want to lose it.
Looking back at the stricken woman, she offers, "We could make a deal. You let us keep hanging out here, and we'll make him jealous."
Barbara shakes her head. "That's not what I want," she says. Her mind wheels as she peels herself up off of her door and heads for her wine cabinet. It's a bit short. She knows the kids must've been into it, but today, she doesn't care. She drinks straight from a bottle, her mind still turning somersaults.
Her parents think little more of her than the parents of these kids. Renee's tossed her out or, rather, in, and Jim has wasted no time in moving on. She's as wanted as these children, but yet she's so much better than them or, for that matter, most of the people she's known.
"What do you want?" Cat asks.
Barbara takes another swig, then turns to face them again. "What I want," she states simply with underlying and furious determination, "is to make them pay, make them all pay."
Cat's eyes glow by the fire as she grins. "We can do that."
"You can?"
"Oh, yeah." She looks like a cat stuffed full of pesky birds. "We can, and we'll have fun doing it."
Barbara raises her bottle. "To us, then."
The kids raise their sodas. "Yeah," Cat almost purrs, "to us."
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Gotham
Character/Pairing: Mainly Barbara, Cat, and Ivy, but it does also mention Jim/Barbara, Bruce/Cat, and Jim/Lee
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: lj user="ComicDrabbles">: #109: Night Shift
Warning(s): SPOILERS!
Word Count: 500
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
She slips in easily enough as the night shift slips out. No one looks at her; no one speaks or otherwise bothers her. Everything is going fine, and then she sees him in another woman's arms and locked in an embrace with her far more passionate than anything they've shared in years. Tears blur her vision as she races away.
She goes to the only place where she can think to run: back to her old apartment, the one she used to share with Jim. She's forgotten about the kids until she sags against her locked door, still crying.
"It didn't go well," observes the redheaded girl with the strange voice.
"'nother woman," Cat remarks through a mouthful of chips. She shakes her curly head. "Men never stay single long. They can't. They have to have a girl to take care of them." Or a butler, her inner voices adds, unasked. Alfred did seem to be taking pretty good care of Bruce. He hasn't even come after her again, as she'd thought he might. She shouldn't have --
She shakes her head again and crunches her chips louder. She doesn't need such thoughts tonight, or any night. "We can help you make him jealous, if you want."
"What I want," Barbara starts+. The thought hangs between them as she stares at the girls through her tears which are finally beginning to subside.
Cat looks quickly at Ivy. She's fully aware that Barbara could call the cops or otherwise kick them out. This is the first time they've been able to stay in one location for a while, and it's a good one at that. She doesn't want to lose it.
Looking back at the stricken woman, she offers, "We could make a deal. You let us keep hanging out here, and we'll make him jealous."
Barbara shakes her head. "That's not what I want," she says. Her mind wheels as she peels herself up off of her door and heads for her wine cabinet. It's a bit short. She knows the kids must've been into it, but today, she doesn't care. She drinks straight from a bottle, her mind still turning somersaults.
Her parents think little more of her than the parents of these kids. Renee's tossed her out or, rather, in, and Jim has wasted no time in moving on. She's as wanted as these children, but yet she's so much better than them or, for that matter, most of the people she's known.
"What do you want?" Cat asks.
Barbara takes another swig, then turns to face them again. "What I want," she states simply with underlying and furious determination, "is to make them pay, make them all pay."
Cat's eyes glow by the fire as she grins. "We can do that."
"You can?"
"Oh, yeah." She looks like a cat stuffed full of pesky birds. "We can, and we'll have fun doing it."
Barbara raises her bottle. "To us, then."
The kids raise their sodas. "Yeah," Cat almost purrs, "to us."
The End