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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-CenteredbatzulgerFR132214,264105426,84828 Dec 0929 Jan 10Yes

A Change of Season. Part the Second.

I scurried away from the park, Slayer grasped firmly, as the large scaled creature shook off his impact with a sturdy piece of timber. As I ran, I was torn with confusion. Why risk myself for a human, and a Slayer no less? My beast was furious, raging and howling within my core. Then as the moon appears from behind a cloud, it seemed obvious. After so many years bound to my memories, it had gone as mad as I.

I laughed at the thought that my madness had finally set me free. Angelus had failed, as by breaking me he had only made me strong. This moment of clarity showed no sign of dissipating as my beast's cries began to grow fainter, as I was more and more able to exert my will upon it. However, the time for full introspection was later as the large murderous creature behind us showed no sign of breaking off the chase.

The faceless woman had also hurdled the fence and, being unburdened, was quickly catching up to us.

"I think you actually made Croc angry," the voice, even at a dead run, did not seem untowardly breathless. Actually it sounded more amused and surprised.

"The stars agree with you. He wanted a dolly and this one was close. I believe that some of her stuffing is out of sorts and requires a good mending."

"How badly is she hurt?"

"Oh I can not say. The insides are still inside and the outside has been badly scuffed."

"Yeahhh, okay. I'll try to bait him after me, you get her to a hospital."

"Alright," I said brightly, "Come little one. To the toy shop we go!", stopping abruptly I leaped to a the closest fire escape and began making my way to the roadway of the roofs. The faceless woman stopped and waved as she readied herself for the scaled one's; Croc's, onslaught.

The next sound was a horrendous crash. I glanced behind to see the faceless guide the behemoth's haste into a parked vehicle. The faceless one's moves were as efficient, precise, and controlled, as the behemoth's were not. I was sorely torn to maintain my perch from above and watch the resolution of this dance, but the precious package moaned slightly and so accompanied by the internal howls of my neutered beast. I made all haste to the nearest hospital.
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