Pt. 17 / Kate / All Nightmare Long

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- "I don't care, just save her."
"Ugh, I'm not exactly Jesus, I can't pull miracles from my pockets, but I'll try my best."
I nodded and when Mary turned around to search for morphium in one of the drawers, I disappeared in the dark.

Nyx returned. I didn't think that would happen after our last... goodbye. She came to my club, apparently looking for me, but ran into my sister. And then hell broke loose. Ok, I shouldn't probably use the world HELL, but yeah, my other sister sent her guys after me. Again.

And just then, Nyx, the guardian of the Underworld (I don't even know how to call her), got shot. For real. Bullets, blood, torn flesh.. I was in awe at first, seeing her unconscious, really wounded, but I had to act quickly. Transfer Nyx to Mary and leave as soon as possible. Because, I hate to admit it, Nyx was telling me the truth. She CAN be hurt. She isn't invincible anymore. As long as I am close, she's vulnerable.

So please do not blame me. I had to leave her with Mary but I was hundred percent sure she was in good hands and that Mary was able to fix her. Under one condition - me gone.

I've been thinking about Nyx a long during past days, unable to focus on my real estate cover up job and also the Batwoman thing. Then, there still was my crazy twin sister, terrorizing Gotham. Basically I had enough on my plate even without the crazy Nyx thing. Oh yeah, not to forget running the Genesis and organizing parties and event. At least I had Mary to help me, otherwise I'd be in Arkham by now.

It was one of those parties the night Nyx showed up. Drinks, music, dancers, deep house vibes... Of course I noticed Nyx the moment she entered, but I was a coward hiding in the shadows, not even looking for a courage to face her. And I'm not even looking for one now, that she's surely alive and well in Mary's sanctuary. Instead I'm at home, eating vanilla ice cream in bed, watching some silly Netflix show about baking.

Luke was calling me several times, Mary also... Can I just have one fucking day off? Please?

The second day I woke up at noon and decided to take a shower at least and return to civilized world by putting fresh, clean clothes on, combing my hair.. yeah, and brushing my teeth.

I was just walking out of the coffee shop with my lungo to go when I ran into my sister Mary.

"Kate, good to see you're alive."
- "Yeah..."
"You have to come with me."
- "Why tho?"
"There's a... um... situation."
- "What situation?" please, just don't ask me to go shopping with you, that's the last thing I'm in the mood for.

"Umm you're lover slash devil slash hot as fuck possible girlfriend looking for you situation."
- "I beg you pardon..." What the fuck, does Mary know???
"Kate, duuuuh!," Mary tilted her head in a gesture of giving up, "Batwoman brought Nyx to my hospital because she was shot. Nyx then told me."
- "What did you tell you?"
"Nah, basically that she was something like Devil and she's from Hell and she fell in love with you. Normal stuff."
- "And you believe that?"
"Well, I don't know, but probably yes because you seem to calm..."

Shit. Before my mind could think of better answer, my lips went: "Okay, where is she?"
Mary didn't hesitate and we we're sitting in a cab to her secret hospital.

- "Whoa, Mick? Constantine?"
What are they doing there?
"Well, hello lovely, long time no see. No red wig today?" Sting in trench coat was lighting up his cigarette, as almost every time I met him.

"What is he talking about?" Mary frowned.
- "Ugh...." The only thing I could do was mimick at Constantine and Mick to shut their mouths and don't give out my little Bat secret.

"Kate? Hi!" cheerful female voice hit my ears.
- "Sara, hey..." well, I admit it was nice seeing her.
Mary was standing next to us shocked: "Okay, now is here anything you'd like to say to me? Because I smell some shit which is just about hitting the fan."

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