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Oct. 31st, 2012 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teambatgirlFour hours in October 31 and so far nothing in the woods more dangerously than a jumpy Batgirl. It isn't just Black Mask she's watching out for, during preparation they had studied the list of fear and potential threats that could show up. But it's 4 a.m. and whatever storms on their way haven't arrived yet.
The waiting is the worst part: months of sick anticipation and, surprise, now the day is here and she still has to wait. Any other day and she'd take the glass is half-empty approach--only twenty hours to go!--but every minute that goes by just brings her closer to the edge. They'd set up a map of patrols and a timetable, it had been so efficient it was adorable but Steph had known it was ultimately pointless. Black Mask is coming for her. Last time she'd just been a fun distraction and now she is to be the main event.
"Just come on already," she whispered as she started a circuit around the outlying huts of the island's north ends. Her stomach is a hard miserable knot and whatever food she'd managed to eat in the last day has long since been thrown up. Even in the cool pre-morning darkness Steph can feel a trail of sweat making its way down under her cowl.
She forces herself to close her eyes and take a deep breath. When she opens them again he's there. Even if she can't see him, her skin prickles in that exact same dread. Steph freezes up, just for a moment. Long enough that if he'd been aiming to kill her he might have succeeded.
But that was always the worst thing about Black Mask. He never wants to kill before he's had his fun. A crowbar to the back of the head knocks her to her knees, and there's just long enough to realize he has her before everything goes black.
The waiting is the worst part: months of sick anticipation and, surprise, now the day is here and she still has to wait. Any other day and she'd take the glass is half-empty approach--only twenty hours to go!--but every minute that goes by just brings her closer to the edge. They'd set up a map of patrols and a timetable, it had been so efficient it was adorable but Steph had known it was ultimately pointless. Black Mask is coming for her. Last time she'd just been a fun distraction and now she is to be the main event.
"Just come on already," she whispered as she started a circuit around the outlying huts of the island's north ends. Her stomach is a hard miserable knot and whatever food she'd managed to eat in the last day has long since been thrown up. Even in the cool pre-morning darkness Steph can feel a trail of sweat making its way down under her cowl.
She forces herself to close her eyes and take a deep breath. When she opens them again he's there. Even if she can't see him, her skin prickles in that exact same dread. Steph freezes up, just for a moment. Long enough that if he'd been aiming to kill her he might have succeeded.
But that was always the worst thing about Black Mask. He never wants to kill before he's had his fun. A crowbar to the back of the head knocks her to her knees, and there's just long enough to realize he has her before everything goes black.
