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Opening Moves of White Pawns and Black Queens

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This story is No. 2 in the series "An Ode to a City". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Being the First Part of our Heroine's Adventures in a Wicked Place

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DC Universe > Batman > Drusilla-CenteredbatzulgerFR132214,264105226,19428 Dec 0929 Jan 10Yes

Voyaging Down the Shaded Boulevards.

I move across this city at the level of the crowds when I can. Not to feed, with the Dark One here, it is far too dangerous to taste a mortal, but to feel instead. Even in the most dangerous city in the world there are always those who must be out and about in the darkest parts of the night.

Interrupted on my way to meet my grocer, I watch from a secluded alley as the local police find themselves surrounded by the minions of a piece of wood. Miss Edith would have been so embarrassed by her brethren's actions, attitudes, and terrible misuse of the language. In her memory I slip over and allow them to dance with me. The dreadful wasps sting me, but I must continue for Edith's sake. In a moment the roar has stopped and the rude cousin is temporarily silent. Most assuredly they all will live, as the Dark One's eyes are everywhere and I have no wish to tempt his wrath. I move along; faded like a ghost and light as air.

On another night, another street, a fairy tale comes to life. Great beanstalks rise from the cracked asphalt, then are cut down by the travelers of the heights. The fey queen, earth and fire in appearance, is brought low. I hide again so that I will not be noticed, but I fear the Dark One may have caught a glimpse.

The Fat Man from the depths has a business fired by the souls of the broken. I visit occasionally to move among the living and bask in their life, for who could be more broken than I? I feel the Dark One's eyes upon this place. He knows the fell pit of the Fat Man's soul as much as I and he waits for a mistake. I leave before Sodom falls.

I see the Mustard Man. He is playing with a group of toughs who seem to have placed a young girl in distress. He sees me and stops briefly to bow. I giggle and stroll over to play as well. After a few moments our partners seem to have decided to end their play for they have grown so weary. The Mustard Man laughs at the fun we have had and leaps for the highways in the sky, sketching a salute to me as he departs. The girl has collapsed from the exertions caused by her unasked for play group, so I pick her up and carry her to a well lighted thoroughfare. By this time she has aroused, so I look into her and ask her to forget. As I move back into the shadows, I feel that the Dark One has seen me. I hide.
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