Possessive Possessions

[looker]

11 AM in Gotham- Emily's penthouse: "Thirty-one...thirty-two. Fuck yeah!" Emily placed the final box down on the floor of her foyer. Her penthouse apartment was littered with several packages addressed to her. The delivery boy handed her a clipboard with papers to sign. "Actually, miss. There seems to be an extra box. It could be a gift from the company." He nervously removed a box from his pocket with the word 'fragile' stamped on it. Emily paid little attention to the delivery boy and eagerly signed the papers. "Just leave it with the other ones. I've gotta get to work."

11 PM in Gotham- The couture catwalk: "For fuck's sake, Andy, I know you you love your Louis, but you know this is my first accessory line. Put the damn thing down. Look, it even comes in burgundy. You've gotta wear it on the catwalk. You're on in five." The red-head lifted the purse up with great pride. "You're right, Em. I can dig it. Besides this charm is so vintage. Where did you get it?" "I got it from a place called Uncommon. A flea market with some Esty-esque wannabes. They're all custom." The charm on Andy's purse resembled the head of a Celtic goddess with antlers growing out from the base of the charm. All in all it looked like a coin with some grooves. Nothing sinister. "I should warn you, Em. I did start this new diet--" "Andy I swear...if you don't eat one god damn piece of cheese after the show I'm going to send you back to rehab. Get on that stage or I will find a replacement walking skeleton. This is your last warning."

2 AM in Gotham- Back alley bar: "Andy, you're fired." "But, Em!" "Get out of my face. You can keep the bag. Just don't tell them we're friends." Emily brushed shoulders with the young and almost anorexic model. They had been at the bar for the after party and everything fell apart. "Shit!" Emily tripped out the door when she left the bar. The small box left by the delivery boy fell open on the sidewalk. "God fucking dammit!" A glimmer caught her eye. On the pavement was a shiny red ring. She could only assume that it had been in the box before Tina took a tumble. It clearly wasn't a real gem, but boy were her eyes drawn to it. She picked herself up off the ground then bent down to pick up the ring leaving the box behind. Why was it so alluring?

3 AM in Gotham- Andy's house: 'You're so hungry...' "E-Emily...?" Andy scooched back against the wall of her tiny studio apartment. The poor model was feeling faint now. Something felt like it was slowly clouding her mind. Her eyes rolled back into her head. The purse was clutched tightly under her arm. "Y-You said I could keep it..." Those were the last words of Andy. Emily lunged forward at the body. Blood dripped down both bodies. 'Hungry...' Looker couldn't help herself. 

11 AM in Gotham- Emily's penthouse: Red hair stuck out from beneath the comforter. She had just woken up in one of her comfy silk nightgowns. Pink and black lace stuck to her thighs as she rolled out of bed. Emily had missed her breakfast alarm, but the odd thing was that she wasn't thirsty for a drop of red. Maybe she had drank too much last night. How did last night go? For some reason she couldn't remember anything after the catwalk.

[Dick Grayson/Nightwing]

Fuck Gotham City.

John Constantine came to this conclusion when he was faced with American liquor laws, they were bloody terrible. Gotham was also probably completely insane, this was a city whose hero was a guy who was dressed as a bat. And a clown was it's greatest fear. He should have not even considered stepping in. Somehow he did though, Chaz had kicked him to the curb [again], but he will be back [again]. Until then he was sidelined in Gotham, so naturally he went to find a decent bar and have a decent drink.

That was the night John Constantine learned that the Iceberg Lounge was apparently the home of another Gotham freak. That was of course after the police stormed in, guns blazing, trying to once again make an arrest. That was also after he was in mid-process of mentally and physically undressing one of the waitresses while said shootout was happening...and that resulted in John running butt naked in the streets of Gotham where he slept in an alley with a cardboard box around his bits and lovelies.

By the morning of the following day, Mr. John Constantine was in the process of leaning out of an allyway trying to see if he can not do the shame walk through the streets of Gotham. He wasn't having a whole lot of luck.

"To hell with Gotham City and it's terrible weather, their perverted killers, and their trigger happy cops!" he grumbled loudly, wondering if he could break into a shop and steal clothes...

[Batman]

"Last nights raid on the Iceberg Lounge saw the notorious gangster Oswald Cobblepot leave in police custody again..." the news prattled on in the background. Bruce Wayne stood by the tech laboratory in the batcave disassembling a piece of alien technology from the 4th dimension tyrants. He began examining before pushing a sequence that would transmute his appearance into that of a terrible beast that Bruce had no idea the name of its species. The reflected sensors sent pulses into Bruce's eyes allowing him to see himself from the eyes on the machine and adjust his appearance as if he weren't inside his own body. Intergang had used this technology to infiltrate a STAR labs facility to steal a chunk of radiant alloy.

Now in the tech billionaires hands, he was going to find a way to re-purpose the device for his own uses. A beeping message came over the Bat hotline, forcing Bruce to pull away from the device and check the communications. The name was displayed 'Roy,' as in Green Arrow's former partner. The Dark Knight had been working with the man out of respect for his efforts to lead a better life. A brief conversation would set Batman back to work on this new device, only for another call to come in from J'onn. Where was Batman with the Justice League as of recently? Not on good terms. He would bury himself in work to avoid dealing with their politics...Batman had more incentive to focus on the people that needed him...Jeff, Emily, Tatsu, Rex...Not the people who wanted to criticize and roll over for criminal conspiracies.

[looker]

Her iPhone buzzed on the nightstand. "Mila?" "Morning, Em. I wanted to let you know that Andy didn't show up for--" "That's because I fired her anorexic ass." Emily walked into her bathroom to give her face a rinse. "Well, I think I should come over anyway. We need to work on the designs for your bags. I'll be upstairs in a second." Mila hung up the phone on Emily. She hated when anyone hung up the phone on her. As the CEO of Looker Couture you would think that people would respect her. "What is this...?" The water was turning red after her rinse. She also noticed that she never took the ring off yesterday. "Emily? I'm here!" Mila was here. Maybe she could tell her if there was anything left on her face. Unfortunately mirrors wouldn't show her anything. "Mila, do I have anything on my face?" Emily walked into the kitchen where Mila stood with a shocked expression. "A-Andy...?" On the floor in front of the oven was Andy's lifeless body. "Don't come any closer!" Both of the ex-models were frightened. Mila took out pepper spray from her bag with the same charm as Andy's. "Mila...I..." Emily stopped responding. Everything went into slow motion for her. Mila first dropped the pepper spray then dropped to the floor. Emily blacked out as well, but Looker remained fixated on the veins of Mila's body.

[Dick Grayson/Nightwing]

As John was working on figuring out how to avoid the walk of shame through Gotham streets, his attentions were cut off by a scream in the building next to him. It was very faint, like it came from up high and he only heard it due to the pause in city life and perhaps an open window. He paused after a moment, hoping that the scream was just some kids messing around. But John got that gut feeling in his stomach, the one that said that the trouble that always follows him followed him today. He took a deep breath, dropped the cardboard around his waist and ran into the building. Which looked like it supported a penthouse. John ran towards the elevator, ignoring any looks or gasps of surprise as the naked British man ran in. Slamming the top floor button the elevator came up as the elevator came to the top floor the naked Constantine stepped inside the nice penthouse. Grabbing the first heavy object he could find, a vase and walked in. Creeping slowly, hoping what was going on wasn't everything he feared.

He rounded the corner of a kitchen and saw a collapsed girl, John stopped and stood back, breathing a little heavy before he rounded the corner and found two different sights: one was this poor bastard dead and drained in front of the oven - the other was most likely the person doing the draining.

"Oh bollocks." John cursed before breaking off to a sprint, he knew what those things were and he very few tricks up his sleeve.

...or well, arms.

[Batman]

By the AM, Bruce was already working on a new project, but having fell asleep he passed out half in his Batsuit on a comforter in the laboratory. He stirred to the sound of the bat hotline beeping as he left a deep sleep. He groaned and rubbed his eyes before moving towards the phone to activate it. He remained silent and only breathed slightly so the other end could hear his presence. // "Um...Hello? Mr. Batman? It's Mr. Edison at the electronics store by the high rise apartments. You wanted to know if I saw anything out of the ordinary around those penthouse buildings? Maybe it's just another day in Gotham but, a naked man just ran into the building." // "What did he look like?" Batman replied, a deep voice that would indicate the Batman's immortal nature and unrest when it came to seeking out justice. // "He's--uh, a white dude. Tattoo's on his arms and body, ragged blond hair, and looks kind of like Sting." // "Hm. I'll look into it."

Rolling off the comforter and picking up his lose articles of armor and clothing he adjusted his cowl and began tapping buttons on his wrist console. Inside his helmet a display of names and numbers began to scroll until 'Emily' appeared to be selected by his iris. With a minor blink the cowl knew to dial the number and Emily's phone began to ring from an unknown number. He entered the motorpool where he started up the Mobile Base; an advanced Headquarters bus intended for daytime operations, the vehicle could function as a mobile batcave and came equipped with its own cloaking technology that utilized sunlight reflectors to conceal its appearance. Heading out towards Emily's place would be some time, but hopefully he wouldn't be too late if she was in trouble.

[looker]

There were footsteps approaching. Her body shivered as the last stream of sanguine passed between her lips. The red had stained her nightgown causing it to stick to her figure. Now Emily could feel the presence of another body in the room, but was it really Emily that was taking control of the situation? She turned to face the intruder with a soul-less gaze until her phone rang. Both the male and the room and the phone were not on the list of priorities. She felt drowsy after such a large meal. Most predators would feel the same way. The noise of her iPhone was stuck in her head like a soothing white noise. 'Go to bed...' The ex-model turned away from the naked man to head towards the doorway. She looked right past him as though he didn't exist. Her steps were slow and heavy towards her bedroom. As she approached the 1500 thread count sheets she felt her body grow heavier. Why was she so tired? 'Emily...you musn't stay awake.' Her red hair bounced as she hit the mattress face first. It almost looked like she had died again, but in actuality she had simply fainted into a deep slumber. Emily felt like she was stuck in a dream. There was nothing for her conscience to bear just a feeling of relaxation. She didn't know when she would wake up. And just like the night before, she probably wouldn't remember what she had done.