Clothed in our grief

Chapter Fifty One

**With Lea.**

She runs back, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She doesn't stop running, stomping through puddles in her heavy combat boots. Breathing frantically, and wet black hair sticking to every side of her face. Just recently she had gotten off of the phone with Abuse, giving him the address of your home and telling him to meet her there.

She runs through alleys, shortcuts, goes between buildings.

Running up over to a large wooden fence, she's only a couple blocks away from your house. This is where things get a little more tricky, because this is where it actually starts to turn into neighborhood territory. She could get into a ton of trouble for this, but she hasn't seen anymore police officers in the area. One good thing is after they all assumed she wasn't at the house, they branched off around Gotham to continue their extensive search. Gotham's finest, great.

The red interior of her leather jacket has gone a dark violet from the rain, frantically breathing as she lunges back and steadies herself evenly on both of her feet. The extra ankle support in the boots she's wearing has helped quite a lot. She's rolled her ankle twice tonight, not to mention what that drug peddling Leviathan nearly did to her, she'd only have a slightly sprained ankle for about maybe four days. Something she doesn't exactly mind waiting out. Just not now. That needs to be walked off in the meantime, and all the adrenaline? Yeah, it's helping her forget.

She knows she has a gun on her. She's had a gun on her person at all times since she arrived in Gotham. And yeah, she knows you'd do more than just freak out if you found out she had a gun. After everything that's happened to you and your family? She'd rather shoot herself in the foot than let you know she has a gun on her. And it's in the duffel right now, along with some other things.

Slinging her arm back, and chucking the black heavy duffel over the dark brown rain soaked fence. Letting out a grunt of pain when doing so, she probably pulled something earlier. It's all just now setting in. No matter how awesome or cool she thought doing all of that with Abuse was, she'll also admit that it was probably one of the more dangerous things she's probably done. At one point or another? Before things got too serious and scary, she could have very easily said that it was the best night of her life.

But even she knows that Abuse has some things he's going to explain to her that are going to make things not exactly the same as the previous month has been. One of which being why he is the way he is. Lea? Well, she's not falling for it. There has to be a reason why he doesn't wear a mask. She has completely figured it out yet, but she knows she will soon.

Jumping up and wrapping her fingers around the ledge of the tall wooden fence, she lets out another pained groan. The dark sky with even darker clouds just send down more rain, making her fingers slip. She grimaces in pain, the feeling of the wood under her raw fingers. Her gloves are fingerless, her palms are covered and all. But her fingers aren't. And it would have been a lot more painful if the wood was dry, she doesn't feel like pulling out sharp splinters from the pads of her fingers.

Grimacing even more, wincing in pain. Pulling her body up to a point she could stick both of her feet in two open spots on the fence. Bending her knee and shoving it against the wooden bar that's placed in the middle, she jumps off of her right foot and wraps her left arm around the top of the fence, hissing through her teeth as she feels the sharper ends of the fence dig into the softer parts under her arms. Something she probably needs to work on if she intends to keep doing these things.