DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

April 6th, 2015 - Part 1

Day 111 - April 6th, 2015 : Morning - Around 9 AM (Columbia, New York)

Selina pushed her knife further into the bourbon glazed salmon on her chic white, gold rimmed plate she had requested of her son to buy her. It had been the first thing she asked for: luxury was to be taken in opulence when given the chance. The seeds, the glaze, and the soft texture of the salmon did not hurt her mouth - finally able to chew again after being spoon fed soft foods for several days. Her tooth had been fixed by a man whose face she couldn't recall - half unconscious the entire time. The week was a blur of pain, emotionally and physically.

"Thank you for the food, darling" She broke the silence of the breakfast meal to her son's quirky and rather forward thinking friend Alva. She was cute, a darling, but wanted to be a boy - something she hadn't had too much trouble with as she had encountered many ladies on the streets growing up. Everyone had their path - she supposed. Selina hid most of her face with a large sun hat she had the bim folded to cover her more beaten left side. Even when on the verge of tears in pain she had managed to pick a few outfits online she needed to wear while inside the penthouse. Today was a aquamarine two piece: a tube strap with a built in bra and parachute pants with a black boot heel. Her exposed arms still bore the marks of abuse the man in the now destroyed laboratories had done to her - but she accented her body with a matching colored lace gown to give her entire ensemble more flow and distract anyone from looking at the healing marks.

Alva smiled, giving her a closed lip expression of happiness. He was skittish on his placement here - with Brian. At his side everything felt alright - well. But Brian also turned away and hid to himself. Alva wanted to give him his space, but it felt wounding to be rejected...even if it wasn't rejection. He kept those feelings to himself...helping Brian mend the relationship between him and his mother. He could explore the needs and wants of their hearts, maybe making Brian's world a little more prosperous for it. What Alva did to fill the time, the alone time, had been practicing Surface world cooking. Gradually he had managed to get Selina to be his taste tester and she continued to always say the same thing: "I've had better, but this is free"

She had finally given him a compliment on the food, right here, right now.

Alva brushed some hair back slowly sitting at the glass dinner table of the modern penthouse - wearing some shorts and a tank, the fresh air of the penthouse brushed over his exposed skin. Everything was very fresh smelling. Something he hadn't experienced in the luxuries of Hell. They did not have such products as 'window cleaner' or 'scrubbing spray'.

Brian hadn't touched much of his salmon, staring out at the white walls and the hanging framed paintings.

"Brian...?" Alva called cautiously, haven given Selina a smile of gratitude for her words. Brian blinked twice, snapped back into reality....again. He was thinking of where they may have to go next should something happen......It may have been a little overboard, but the lad couldn't help himself. Not only did he have to dodge the league, but he also had to be on his toes should Alva, the other one, pop up with Etrigan at any given time. He looked at Alva. He leaned over to Brian a little to cut a piece of the salmon for Brian. "Here..." Alva pursed his lips as he raised the fork to feed him. Selina half watched, but only over her hand held mirror as she busied herself between bites reapplying foundation on her face - foundation to hide the discoloration.

Brian looked at Alva and hesitantly opened his mouth and ate from the fork Alva held out with Salmon on it. Selina held any comment about it but certainly watched. Her thoughts and emotions were jumbled when it came to her son. The lies mixed in with the feelings of relief. Her greatest pain and the one who pulled her out of one of the worst situations of her life.