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[Barbara has commandeered one of the desks on the Plane; the first Kate's, as a matter of fact
she's pushed the chair out of the way, and it sits rather forlornly off to the side as she writes in a plain, faded notebook
the first lines:
"Day 93 of No Man's Land. Gotham is still dead. Here in No Man's Land, The Area Formerly Known As Gotham, the universe has gotten smaller. For most of them who stayed, it goes no farther than what they can see. Mine's a little bigger. It always has been. I was lucky. I was also prepared."
her expression is grimly pensive as she writes, and she may not hear someone approach until they're close enough to get a glimpse
this is why her free hand is absently gripping the Escrima sticks on her lap]
she's pushed the chair out of the way, and it sits rather forlornly off to the side as she writes in a plain, faded notebook
the first lines:
"Day 93 of No Man's Land. Gotham is still dead. Here in No Man's Land, The Area Formerly Known As Gotham, the universe has gotten smaller. For most of them who stayed, it goes no farther than what they can see. Mine's a little bigger. It always has been. I was lucky. I was also prepared."
her expression is grimly pensive as she writes, and she may not hear someone approach until they're close enough to get a glimpse
this is why her free hand is absently gripping the Escrima sticks on her lap]