No one thought the little box would mean much. It was just a place to leave lost and found objects. The random glove, a hat, a paperback book that had been left on a bench in the quad. And it didn't mean much until the girl with the blonde hair … [Continue reading]
In A Song (part 12 of 12)
14 August 2007 by 2 Comments
Three months later: Wednesday, 4:46pm: Dark Horse Sunlight slanted in the high windows above the bar dividing the space and turning the circulating dust motes into a kind of glitter. The place had an expectant feel: glasses lined up and waiting, … [Continue reading]
In A Song (part 11 of 12)
31 July 2007 by Leave a Comment
Thursday/Friday: 1:27am: Helena's apartment Helena felt her eyes shift to feral as Jessica marked her left shoulder. Her heart beat faster as the same lips that had been fastened to her skin brushed her ear. "One word and I'll stop," Jess whispered … [Continue reading]
In A Song (part 10 of 12)
12 March 2007 by Leave a Comment
Thursday/Friday: 12:02am: Clocktower Panic. It was panic Barbara felt coursing through her veins. Not the ordinary fear or the adrenaline rush that came when Helena took a chance she herself wouldn't have taken, but pure, pharmaceutical-grade … [Continue reading]
In A Song (part 9 of 12)
08 March 2005 by Leave a Comment
Wednesday: 8:25pm: Dark Horse Helena leaned against the catwalk's railing, tapping the ring on her forefinger against the steel pipe, and surveyed the crowd below. Not bad for a Wednesday night. She hadn't been sure about the band but she trusted … [Continue reading]
A New Gotham Christmas Party
21 December 2004 by Leave a Comment
"Helena, that's not a dress, it's..." Dinah closed her mouth with an audible snap. "It's what?" Helena asked, one eyebrow quirked as she looked down at her outfit. "It's a cocktail napkin with attitude," Dinah finished. "And you look gorgeous in … [Continue reading]
In A Song (part 8 of 12)
31 October 2004 by Leave a Comment
Tuesday/Wednesday: 1:56am: Clocktower The sound of the elevator's door and the low murmur of conversation that followed didn't make a dent in Barbara's concentration as she tried to find a pattern to New Gotham's recent crime spree. She barely heard … [Continue reading]
In A Song (part 7 of 12)
09 August 2004 by Leave a Comment
Monday/Tuesday, 4:17am: Clocktower It was the blurred edges that told Barbara what she saw was part of a dream and not reality, was a dream and not necessarily a memory. The dreamscape always had a hyper-real quality to it: the sound was sharper, … [Continue reading]
In A Song (part 6 of 12)
23 May 2004 by Leave a Comment
Sunday, 10:46pm: Alley in the club district Helena winced at the crunching sound the mugger's cheekbone made as flesh met bricks. "That's gotta hurt," she said, picking the stunned man up and shoving him against the wall again. "Maybe next time … [Continue reading]
In A Song (part 5 of 12)
01 March 2004 by Leave a Comment
Sunday, 8:42am, Barbara's Bedroom Helena kept still, her eyes firmly closed, even though she'd shed most of the remnants of sleep. She knew the bed was empty before she snaked a hand across the sheets. With a groan, she rolled over, and inhaled … [Continue reading]