Gotham is Not Kind (Nightwing)

[Ice]

The world was unnaturally quiet around the figure, other than the soft pat of said persons shoes against the pavement. Silver eyes glance at their surroundings as the figure travels through the alleyways. Dressed in blue and white with soft accents of fur that catch the brief glances of light, the figure stands out from the rest of the crowd, and gives off an aura most chilling.

However, this isn't a bad cold, one will realize as the figure walks into the light of a streetlamp, leaning briefly against the wall. She is tall and beautiful in her own strange way, drawing the eyes of any and all. In her right hand, is a bottle of booze, half empty.

This slightly inebriated character is none other than Ice; otherwise known as Tora Olafsdotter. This is one of her worser nights, the nights when she remembers all she has lost by leaving those closest to her, and when she faces all her inner demons at once. This isn't an event that happens often, and when it does it always slams into her full force.

She takes a swig from the bottle, eyes shutting as she slides down the wall, bringing her legs up to her chest and resting her head against her knees. The white scruff on the top of her head flares up and flashes like a pure beckon in the night. Tonight had been.. Complicated. Chasing off crooks, beating a couple of thugs, and then evading The Bat...

Tora sighs, leaning her head back against the wall and staring up into the light over her. She takes another swig, swallowing the bitter liquid slowly. A noise draws her attention to the darkness, and she frowns, conjuring blue light into her left hand. "You don't want to mess with me tonight buddy, if you know whats best for you. Besides, I ain't got no money, just this bottle and I'm not planning on parting with it. So, unless you need something else, get on." she calls out to the darkness, then she takes another swig, staring fiercely out into the darkness.

Suddenly, she stands and flings her bottle, eyes narrowed. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?!" she shouts, stance powerful as blue light engulfs her hands and all the way up to her elbows. Slowly the light dims as she stares at the shattered glass, instantly comparing the bottle to her shattered self. "Forgive me.. Gotham nights are not kind to me." she states calmly, her emotions now under control.

[Nightwing]

Nightwing had been patrolling the area, having volunteered to. He realized he probably sounded idiotic, having willingly volunteered to patrol one of the dirtier and more crime ridden parts of Gotham, but after dealing with Bludhaven, this place wasn’t quite so bad.

He noticed the figure instantly, recognizing how her steps were slightly off. At first, he thought it was just another drunk wanderer, before the figure came into more light. He recognized her as Ice, a fellow hero. His brows furrowed. It looked like she was having one hell of a bad night. He understood the feeling. He followed her for a moment on the rooftops to see if she had any clear destination.

He watched as she stopped, sliding down against the wall. His face became concerned and he instantly felt the urge to help his fellow hero. He jumped down from the roof, landing in a shadow. His landing was silent, but it startled a nearby cat, which ended up rustling a trash can. He looked to Ice as she threatened whoever was in the shadows, which happened to be him. He opened his mouth to assure her and was about to reveal himself, when she threw the bottle.

So much for not departing with it, he thought. He let out a slight breath of relief as she calmed down, hopefully lowering the chance of her turning him into a Night-sicle.

“Gotham nights aren’t kind to anyone” he said softly as he stepped out from the shadows.

[Ice]

She frowns as she watches her shadowy friend step out from the shadows, only to break into a grin and walk up to Nightwing and close him in a hug. "Its been a while hasn't my friend." she stated softly before releasing him to back up a few steps and look him over. Her boots crunched over the broken glass, crushing it even more with her weight. "Sorry you had to see me like this. Its been a while since I've broken down like that, back before I decided to leave JLI."

She paused in thought, a frown creasing her face as the memories re-surfaced. Unconsciously, she lifted her hand, as if she still had the bottle in hand, only to stop and stare at her empty hand. "I'm just having a hard time adjusting to working solo again." she sighed, running her gloved hand through her snow white hair. "So, how has the world been treating you? I haven't seen you in forever." she questioned lightly, hoping to steer away the conversation. She was really in the mood to discuss what she had been drinking over, and she definitely wasn't drunk enough to accidentally spill any juicy details.

[Nightwing]

He gave her a smile in return and hugged her back. He noticed the faintest scent of alcohol, which he expected seeming as how she had just been holding a bottle of alcohol. “Yes, it has been.”

He checked her over more thoroughly when she stepped back. Despite her current emotional state, she appeared to be physically fine. He still couldn’t hold back the concern he felt at seeing her like that. “It’s alright, we all have our moments.” He resisted the urge to flashback to his own dark moments. Those were in the past and he felt no need to relive them.

He nodded when she mentioned that she was having trouble adjusting to being solo. “I know the feeling.” Of course, he had never had this hard of a time, but different people handled things differently.

He shrugged, grinning charmingly. “It’s been treating me alright. I can’t complain much, ‘cause with this life, I kind of ask for trouble.” He winked at her, before his face grew more serious, showing his concern. “What about you? Doesn’t seem like life's been all that fair to you.” If she really wanted him to let it go, he would. He wasn’t a therapist. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to help her.