There's been no reports of attacks on the roads in that area.
[Lee says, ignoring Oswald's panic in favour of trying to remember everything Jim told her when he got home and what she heard on the hospital's radio during the day.]
So if anything has happened it's probably at the mansion.
[Dinner forgotten she strides quickly to the bedroom, her hair streaking out behind her like a black veil. She can still hear Jim in the shower, a small flicker of irrational annoyance at him rising up in her stomach, she knows there's no way he could have known Alfred was in trouble but damned if she isn't a little upset that after all his talk of protecting people they care about that he seems to have forgotten his friends.
'You could tell him what's happened. Get his help.' Her mind whispers as she goes into the bedroom closet.
Maybe. But Jim has been stubbornly set on trying to prove that Oswald was responsible for Nyssa and Nygma's deaths and there isn't time for them to quarrel.]
You're not alone.
[Her voice is firm, confident as her fingers curl around the shotgun that Jim keeps stashed up on the closet shelf.]
Get whatever weapons you can, I'll pick you up in 15.
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Date: 2025-01-22 07:31 pm (UTC)[Lee says, ignoring Oswald's panic in favour of trying to remember everything Jim told her when he got home and what she heard on the hospital's radio during the day.]
So if anything has happened it's probably at the mansion.
[Dinner forgotten she strides quickly to the bedroom, her hair streaking out behind her like a black veil. She can still hear Jim in the shower, a small flicker of irrational annoyance at him rising up in her stomach, she knows there's no way he could have known Alfred was in trouble but damned if she isn't a little upset that after all his talk of protecting people they care about that he seems to have forgotten his friends.
'You could tell him what's happened. Get his help.' Her mind whispers as she goes into the bedroom closet.
Maybe. But Jim has been stubbornly set on trying to prove that Oswald was responsible for Nyssa and Nygma's deaths and there isn't time for them to quarrel.]
You're not alone.
[Her voice is firm, confident as her fingers curl around the shotgun that Jim keeps stashed up on the closet shelf.]
Get whatever weapons you can, I'll pick you up in 15.