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Green Eyes Killer	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SAVE THE GREEN:
BOOK 1 - GREEN EYES KILLER
Summary: Ivy seduced wealthy socialite Silver St. Cloud with a kiss. She did it to gain access to the world of the moneyed and powerful, in order to strike back at the enemies of the green and save the world from ruin at the hands of greedy humans. Now she's fallen in love and wants to set Silver free, to find out if their love is real, even if doing so might endanger her plans.
Pairings: Poison Ivy/Silver Saint Cloud, Artemis/Miss Martian, Talia Head/Lilhy, Mercy Graves/Hope Taya, and a few other pairings happen also
Info: Check out the STORY INDEX at the end of the book (part 18) for a cast list and more info on the story if you want (it's at the end of the last chapter, about two-thirds of the way down the page).
A note about forthcoming themes of serial killing, eco-terrorism, etc...: Ivy does this stuff in this story. She's out to save the plants of the world by any means necessary because she can literally feel them dying all around her, and believes she's absolutely doing the right thing in doing anything at all in her power to save them. Does she have a very serious point? Well, obviously. But I want to make it completely clear (in the unlikely event that someone out there might actually take it that way) that I am absolutely NOT advocating anyone actually go out and do anything like that yourself. It just wouldn't be helpful, or effective for that matter, in the real world at least--at all. The only thing that would be helpful and effective in saving everybody in the world (humans, plants, and animals alike) from the upcoming world-wide ecological disaster resulting in here-to-for unparalleled death rates that everyone seems to agree is coming our way if we don't clean up our acts at some point in the near future, I think, is if enough people get together and work constructively towards real changes and solutions. So, if you do happen to want to help matters in this area, then go out and get involved, get informed, bring people together, be passionate, be creative, use your head, and don't give up. That said though, do enjoy the story--like Ivy, I don't pull many punches (though in my case, I mostly mean just in my writing... I tend to be a LOT more moderate when it comes to most other things).
PART 1: AM I CRUEL?
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Gotham-Metropolis: The biggest city ever built in the history of the world. It used to be two cities, but they grew together into one great mass. Technology had run rampant in the world, and though the city had a number of "greening" initiatives running, and though there were a good number of neighborhood parks (in varying states of upkeep), including two central parks, you could never say the city was anything approaching lush with green, growing things.
And so it was that in the downtown business sector, in the uptown mansions, in penthouses and high-society galas, there have been a number of suspicious deaths. All of the victims? Corporate movers and shakers engaged in profiting off, at the least, questionable uses of natural resources or other such practices. Toxins were involved in all of the deaths. Of a kind that has never been seen before. Untraceable and always lethal. Bruce Wayne had been one of the targets, and the Batman hasn't been seen since.
The news media have dubbed the perpetrator of the serial murders as "The Green Eyes Killer", because the eyes of all of the victims have been turned a deep forest green.
--- SILVER ---
"I got your message." Silver St. Cloud said into the moonlit night. "Why..." Her voice trailed off.
A shadow moved and a man's form took shape before her. "I've been following a trail." Nightwing spoke.
"Of course you have..." She replied, a little on edge. It was the backyard gardens of her mansion home, and she knew the man she was meeting would not harm her. Probably knew at least, but all wasn't as it seemed and Silver knew it. "And it led you to me, I suppose."
"People have been dying, Silver. You know it." He told her.
"If you're worried about me, I don't fit the pattern. Not anymore, at least." Silver assured him.
"I know. Funny thing is though, your company went green a month before the first reported 'green-eyes' killing." He said it casually, but too much so. Enough that Silver could see right through it easily. He knew something was wrong, he suspected she was involved somehow, he just couldn't prove it. So she decided to take a risk.
Silver sighed. "So what, Derick? You think I'm involved, is that it? That I go around arranging murders? For what? Kicks?"
Nightwing took a step back. "You..."
"I know who you are, idiot." Silver told him. "You might have had a few when we slept together last year, but I was sober. And even if we hadn't, you're only wearing a mask over your eyes. Not like Bruce..."
"You knew...."
"No I didn't know. I only figured it out last month after I saw you in this... getup, up close. From there, it was a pretty straight line. Especially when you consider the timing of his death and the Batman's recent absence in the city... I'm sorry for your loss, by the way." She told him.
"Silver..."
"No. You know what? Unless you have something other than accusations to offer, just leave, alright?" She met his eyes defiantly.
Derick Grayson met her gaze and then looked away, turning to go. He paused. "If you had anything to do with his death..."
"I didn't." She said.
He didn't say anything else as he faded into the shadows.
Silver shivered a little, even though it was a warm night, then she too turned to go, back to her house.
She walked into her bedroom. The lights were low, and it smelled thickly of flowers and green things and of her lover. She smiled. Her heart beat faster in her chest. The woman in her bed got up and met her as she walked to her. "Ivy..." Silver spoke her lover's name, running her hands over the other woman's naked skin, so warm, welcoming, and silky soft. She looked so good, smelled so... and her eyes, when they were on her like they were now... She shivered a little. Her mind was lost in complete lust. Her shirt dropped from her as Ivy began to kiss her neck hungrily. She heard Ivy growl a little and it made her shiver again in desire. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, her center was getting wet and yearned to be touched, her skin felt like energy and fire were running underneath. Ivy roughly turned her about and threw her to the bed of leaves and vines and growing things and then she was on top of her, kissing her, taking the rest of her clothes off. "What did he want?" Ivy asked her huskily.
"He suspects me... He doesn't have proof, but he won't stop." She told. She'd lied to Derick before of course. She'd had a lot to do with the recent deaths. And part of her still told her that what she was doing was wrong, but it just didn't matter to her anymore. She knew part of it was chemical, she didn't want to think of how much a part, but the end result was that she'd do anything for Ivy, absolutely anything, even... even kill herself. It was scary and thrilling. But the rub of it all was really that Ivy was so... she was intense, always intense, but she was gentle and loving too... such a beautiful lover. When Ivy's eyes were on her, she knew she was Ivy's whole world and that made her feel so much more than chemicals. And they could talk too, Ivy told her things, great, terrible things she wanted to do, she didn't hold back. And she listened too, Ivy listened to her like no one had ever listened to her, like she mattered so much, like she was smart, even brilliant and... like she really saw her, the secret her no one else saw. Silver wanted to be that for Ivy too, but she... Ivy was... Ivy...
Ivy growled. "Men. Such vicious, cruel creatures."
"You're vicious." Silver told her softly. "In a good way." She smiled.
Ivy smiled back, running a hand through her hair. "You say the sweetest things. But am I cruel?"
Silver shook her head 'no'. "You're beautiful... amazing..." She ran her fingers down Ivy's face. "I love you... in my soul, I love you..." She told, looking into Ivy's eyes.
Ivy's smile faltered a little. "I wonder if I might not be a little cruel, after all..." She spoke, emotion in her voice as she brushed a hand through Silver's hair attentively.
"...You won't leave me, will you?" Silver asked, her heart beating faster.
Ivy sighed and started kissing her neck. "It would be a shame if I had to, wouldn't it?" She confessed softly. "I think, by now, it would probably hurt both of us in... very harsh ways, wouldn't it? ...I've grown very so attached to you, even entwined perhaps..."
As she said that, her fingers slid down and into the soft folds between Silver's legs and Silver lost the ability to form coherent words. As Ivy's mouth claimed her lips and she felt Ivy's wetness spread over her thigh as she was being carried off towards immanent, blissful orgasm, one thought did form, crystal clear, in her mind: Derick Grayson had to die, it was the only way she could be sure Ivy wouldn't leave her. She'd helped Ivy kill so many already, one more wouldn't make a difference. It was for a truly good cause, after all...
--- IVY ---
Ivy woke at the first rays of morning light coming in from the one-way glass windows and sun-roof. The light felt so good, and so did the warm body she was snuggled up close to. She ran her hands over Silver's skin and took in her scent. It was a nice scent, and filled her with a sense of well being. She'd changed her inside some, made a part of her lover a green, growing thing, like she was herself. Not as much, and not so it would be outwardly noticeable except by scent, but enough to make her somewhat stronger, faster, more... compatible with her.
She took a moment to remember her first meeting with Silver St. Cloud last year. Ivy had disguised herself as a party guest and befriended her, and, before too long, bedded her. It had been easy. A key part of her plan. Silver knew all of Gotham-Metro's movers and shakers, or at least was aquatinted with them. She was young, pretty, sadly thought being responsible meant signing a check to a few humanitarian causes or funding the arts. Ivy had quickly given her other ideas, and Silver had, surprisingly to her, taken to those ideas with... such an attractive... fervor. And her plan was working well too, she'd crippled a lot of companies that were deadly to the world's ecology, even been able to place her people and the top of some. Including, of course, all of Silver's family holdings. And more, Silver was buying or taking over some of the more dreadful corporations and either shutting them down or re-purposing them.
Ideally, she would ride Silver, figuratively and in bed with the other woman's talented fingers inside her, all the way to her ultimate goal: Saving the planet and pruning back the harmful elements in humanity that threatened the green. Bringing about a world where the life of a plant mattered as much as the life of a person. And killing one with malice was a crime, preferably one with a death sentence.
She looked and her lover and sighed. "Do you really love me, in your soul?" She asked softly. Of course, Silver was still asleep, and didn't answer.
That was a frustrating thing for her, she couldn't really tell if Silver's feelings for her were real or not. She acted like they were, the way she, well, Ivy could tell Silver wasn't holding herself back at all, but... The only way to know for sure would be to make her immune to her 'charms', and that would be a risk. That, and she wasn't sure she really wanted to know the answer. She enjoyed having her too much. No one, not even Hailey or Lina (the other women that had come and gone in her life that she'd really fallen in love with), had made her feel quite this way before. Had made her feel quite this... intensely.
She contemplated waking Silver up for more love making, wanted to, but decided instead to check the morning news. The 'Green-Eyes Killer' (she loved that name) had stirred things up. In recent years, eco-activism had become a major world issue. Not enough to make the level of real-world headway that needed to happen though, especially not in the United States. As a rule, people who wanted to do the right things weren't willing to go as far as it takes to achieve their goals, while people who wanted to do the wrong things... were. So it was of interest to her to see what reactions her activities were getting. Many environmentalist groups were denouncing the killer, saying he or she (the media didn't know anything about her, even her gender) was doing more harm than good because she was giving the green movement a bad name. But a few were on her side. And street-level, graffiti tags like 'Green-Eyes is watching' or any of a number of others were showing up more and more, and that made her smile.
Carefully, she untangled herself from her lover and got out of bed, going over to smell some of the plants she kept in their room. Mentally checking each of them to make sure they were well fed and happy, and saying good morning to them, before going into the rec-room and sitting on the couch, her legs tucked under her. She wished she could re-do the whole house with more plants than she had, which were many, but she didn't want to alarm any guests to the home. Appearances and all. She had their bedroom and the greenhouse, and all the plants of the property as well, and that would have to be enough for now.
She turned on the huge flat-screen TV to the news, which was showing the weather, and smiled as Raul, one of the servants, a big, muscularly built, handsome Guatemalan gay man, who was completely under her thrall, came and offered her water and fruit for breakfast. She took it and waved him away, telling him to go frolic with Gustav, the chauffeur, for a while, smiling a little to herself at how adorable the two were together. She really did prefer lesbians and gays greatly over heterosexuals as far as people went. They had so much more real... emotional intelligence to them, in her opinion. She smiled to herself thinking that the LGBT community would probably say she was giving them a bad name too if she spread that opinion around. WHich might actually be true, she supposed, unlike what the environmentalist groups who denounced her said. What so many such so-called people of conscience didn't understand was that, in order to be effective, one needed to... look at the big picture. When you kill a killer, you usually save more lives than you take, after all. A particularly ironic thing for her to think, she acknowledged (people -were- calling her a serial killer after all).
As she watched, the a news bulletin suddenly interrupted the stock report and Ivy's attention was firmly caught. Breaking news, from uptown Gotham-Metro. It was her again... The Harlequin.
"Hailey..." Ivy whispered. Her ex-girlfriend.
As she watched, Ivy couldn't help but feel intensely wistful. They'd been so very good together. For a while at least. It made her feel better that Hailey was at least carrying on their work, if in her own... unique, fashion.
Taking out the downtown stock exchange? She had to smile at that. She just hoped Hailey wouldn't get caught. She'd have to get caught, sooner or later, being so completely over-the-top blatant about it. She wanted the attention, Ivy knew. To live fast and burn bright, she would have said. They'd talked on the phone last week. She was doing well apparently. She had a steady girlfriend named Selena. Selena was a notorious world-class thief who dressed up like a black cat. The press had dubbed her Catwoman. Ivy had actually hired her a few times, and had liked her. Enough that she only wanted her to slip and fall off a building and die a little bit sometimes (Hailey had been the one to dump -her-, not the other way around, and she wasn't deluded enough to think she was over her completely yet).
That is to say, she still had feelings for Hailey, as mixed up and confused as they were. And she often wished things had turned out differently. Less so after meeting Silver though. Now, she mainly just watched in fascination as the news story played out.
In the end, she was delighted to be caught in helpless laughter. Huntress, Superman, and Zatanna had tried to stop her, but now mostly looked comically frustrated, embarrassed, and guilty, respectively, on live TV. It wasn't really funny though, or it was, but the implications weren't. A thousand people had Hailey's face now. And more than a hundred bankers were dead at her hands. There would be a federal manhunt, the Justice League's attention would fall on Hailey like a hammer... it could all end... very, very badly for her.
"What's funny?" Silver asked, walking into the room with nothing but a silk robe on that showed a lot of her legs and cleavage.
"Come see." Ivy invited softly.
"You have such a beautiful laugh." Silver smiled as she snuggled in beside her lover on the couch.
Ivy smiled a little at that, and her heart even felt like it fluttered a bit at the complement.
She hadn't told Silver about her past with Hailey though, and felt a little guilty about it.
They watched for a little while until the news switched to something else, then Ivy claimed Silver's lips and laid her back on the couch, getting on top of her. "I want you." She whispered.
"I'm yours." Silver smiled up at her, pure devotion and, Ivy hoped, real love shining in those eyes. "All of me is yours..." Silver whispered.
Ivy kissed her again and lowered her body down, pressing herself against her. She undid the robe and felt her chest press against Silver's pert nipples, she ground her own nipples into them and pressed her thigh in between her lover's legs, into her center. She heard Silver moan her pleasure and she hummed in delight at that, and then brought her hand down to run over her lover's wet, ready, and inviting sex. She dipped her fingers inside and felt Silver respond, body arching just so, breath quickening, a soft moan, arms holding her just that much more tightly. Ivy closed her eyes and started to kiss the skin of Silver's neck. She loved this, loved this so much. Sometimes she thought she could just do this all day and be happy. Her conscience wouldn't let her of course, but she wished the world were better and she could just be a woman in love... She didn't really know when it had happened, when exactly she'd fallen so in love with the woman beneath her, but she had. She cherished her so much. She started kissing and caressing her again, putting her whole attention and being into it. She took her time, made every touch mean something. Silver's fingers had found their way inside her too, and finally with a touch to her clit, she fell into a drowning orgasm and felt Silver fall with her, under her.
They lay there breathing, holding each other. "Again." Silver breathed her wish. "Please again." She sighed.
Ivy smiled. "You on top this time." She set her condition.
"Oh, Fuck yes." Silver breathed, rolling Ivy over and staring down into her eyes hungrily. "It's insane how much I want you... Sometimes... I feel like I'd die, literally just die, if I couldn't touch you..." She kissed Ivy softly and let her body mold itself to Ivy's as she relaxed down on top of her.
Ivy sighed. "When you talk like that..." She breathed. She was still feeling blissful and blessedly orgasmic.
"What?" Silver asked.
"If I offered to set you free, let you completely... make your own choices I suppose... would you want me to do that for you?" Ivy asked.
"Never. I don't... unless you want..." She appeared conflicted. "I'll do whatever you want. I just..."
"Just what?" Ivy asked softly.
"Don't want to ever lose... this..." She ran her hand through Ivy's hair. "Freedom is nothing compared to belonging to you... nothing at all..." Silver pledged to her.
Ivy smiled softly and took Silver's hand in hers. "I didn't think, it's just, I hadn't thought it would be this way between us... that I would... fall in love... So, sometimes I want to know, to be really certain... if it's real... If you really love me, return my feelings, or if it's..."
"Oh, Ivy... It's real, I know it is!" Silver told and roughly captured Ivy's lips in a demanding kiss. "If you don't believe me, if you want me to stop, send me away, kill me... I wouldn't want to live..." She kissed her again and again, pressed herself into Ivy and Ivy felt her own fingernails digging into Silver's back. This was really turning her on. She felt hot, so hot. If only they could do this outside, in the sun... she moaned.
"Don't stop." She gasped. "Don't stop, fuck me.... just don't stop..." Ivy said just as Silver's eyes met hers and as she said the words, Ivy could see the sense of triumph in those eyes, of sheer wonton possessiveness, of obsession, need... she gasped.
"Oh, Ivy..." Silver nuzzled her neck and bit her, then licked her, thrusting her fingers into Ivy's sex.
Ivy arched into the penetration and cried out in pleasure. "Yes lover... Fuck me... take me..." She gasped.
Ivy felt Silver's wetness on her thigh as her lover kissed and nipped at her skin and pressed herself down on her, thrusting her fingers into her at just the right angle to drive her crazy with pleasure. She felt herself just let go and let the fire Silver had stoked inside her burn through her and combust.
Her next truly coherent thought was realizing her nipple was being sucked, the other one pinched and kneeled. It felt so good, she brought her hands to Silver's head and sighed in happiness. Part of her wondered how wrong it was, but it didn't feel wrong at all. And she wanted it so much. Wanted to feel all the things Silver was making her feel: Desired, loved, sexy, beautiful, wanted, even dominated, just taken over sometimes. "Yes, please, yes..." Ivy moaned.
Ivy felt her lover smile against her flesh before sucking on her hard, making Ivy cry out. Silver's remaining hand had been stroking her inner thighs and now it went to her sex and teased inside. Stroking and working the way inside. Silver then proceeded to steadily drive Ivy to a fever pitch, giving her two glorious orgasms in a row. Leaving her breathing hard and shaking with heat and a deep satisfaction. She could hardly think anything but "Wow."
Silver got this thrilled look in her eyes at that and started kissing her passionately. "It is real." She whispered. "So real." She said, kissing her hard again, showing her need.
Ivy cupped her lover's face and moaned. "What you do to me..." Ivy sighed as Silver started kissing her neck. She laughed, lightly, just a little.
"What do I do to you, Ivy?" Silver asked.
"Mmnnm..." Ivy bit her lip. "Whatever you want..." She told.
Silver hummed at that. "You won't leave me, I know you won't..." She whispered, making Ivy shiver at the raw vulnerability in those words.
"...You're right... I won't..." Ivy admitted out loud what she knew secretly was becoming more true by the day. She just hoped that Silver actually felt the same.
"...So beautiful, you're so... amazing..." Silver's words vibrated through Ivy as her lover kissed her collar bone, her chest, and Silver's hands were all over, seemed to be everywhere at once. Ivy's hands were on Silver's back as Silver moved down further, letting Ivy know just where she was heading. The knowledge sent a thrill of excitement and warmth through her, and as Silver's tongue finally made contact with her clit, Ivy opened her eyes but hardly noticed what her eyes saw, everything in her was trying to take in the sensations rushing through her faster than she could at all control.
Silver's tongue entered her and she was gone - once, twice, three times gone. She knew Silver was using one of her own hands to pleasure herself as well, she could smell it, sense it in her motions, the heat and vibration between them. And then with that last, trembling, bliss-filled orgasm, she was gone again.
When Ivy awoke, she was breathing deeply in the scent of her lover's hair. Silver was snuggled up on top of her. "We have plans today. Winton Marsy..." Silver said softly as Ivy started stroking her hair and her back. "And... I want to kill Nightwing. That's alright... isn't it? He's a threat to you, to us, I... can I kill him for you?"
Hearing Silver talk like that... She'd never actually suggested they kill someone before on her own. Ivy smiled, but it was a conflicted smile. Vicious and cruel; was she really those things? Maybe so... but she couldn't deny that hearing Silver saying she was willing to kill so that they could stay together made her feel good. About herself, about a lot of things. It made her feel just that much less alone, just that much more like... like she really did have someone on her side. So, was it crazy then that she was considering putting that in jeopardy?
"...Let me think about it, okay?" Ivy said softly.
"Okay..." Silver agreed placidly, snuggling up to her a bit more.
Was it crazy? Ivy knew what she would have said months ago when she'd started this endeavor of hers, but now? It gnawed at her, the wanting to know, if it was real or not. If Silver really would kill her former lover for her, of her own free will. Wouldn't it be worth the risk, to know that for sure? To know she had someone, without a doubt? After all, the scientist in her reasoned, if Silver wasn't really with her, didn't really love her like she hoped, wouldn't it be a simple matter to replace her, or, problematic as it might be, re-entice her if that was what she wanted? Or... would it be... better, to just let the illusion last, remain in control, keep the possibility alive? A part of her hated thinking of this all so clinically, but she knew herself well enough to know that this was a point of crossroads in her life, a decision she had to make that would inform everything her life would be thereafter. It would be foolish not to consider her options, right?
She thought about it, and came to a conclusion. The question that mattered: What choice could she live with more? If she let this go on, she knew it would distract her, wear on her, perhaps make her less... effective. She wouldn't be happy, wouldn't be able to fully... enjoy, her time with Silver. The quiet intimacies like this, especially. Not with that question always hanging between them. On the other hand, if she took the risk, and it didn't work out, if Silver rejected her, then... it would hurt, badly hurt her, but she knew she would be stronger for it, be able to move on at least. And if it Silver embraced her? Really did love her back? That would be... that would be something... something she wouldn't want to miss out on. Either way Silver chose though, it would end this distraction in her, let her put her energies where they needed to be. Towards the cause. Whether it would be just her alone, or her and Silver together, the cause, the green, would be protected.
"About Winton Marsy though..." Silver started to say. Marsy was a big oil tycoon up from Dallas, Texas, set to meet with Lex Luthor on a deal they were working towards having to do with national defense. Marsy was a significant target to her, and Ivy wanted him dead in a bad way, as his oil drilling was doing such egregious damage. She'd tried to kill him once before actually, while she was in college, but she'd failed. It was an early foray onto the daunting path of her life's work, and she'd be very happy to be able to correct her prior failure this week, but Marsy was only part of the plan, Luthor the other. Luthor was just as significant a target as Marsy, if not maybe more so, but unlike Marsy, Luthor was also something else: truly dangerous. Anyone who had a real clue how Gotham-Metro worked behind the scenes, knew that. If she tried to kill him and failed the first time, it would be a very dangerous thing. That was why she'd worked up something special this time. She wasn't going to kill Marsy outright, she was going to turn him into a walking bio-weapon--one that could bring an end to the Luthor Corp building's entire human occupancy. It was a test run; if it went according to plan, she'd be able to use variations on the tactic over and over again. Really start making a dent in things. It would be a seismic shift in the landscape, and it would put the Green-Eyes Killer out in the world stage like she'd never been before. There would be no going back. Which was perhaps why she knew things had to come to a head with Silver, one way or another. If she was going to do this, she had to have clear eyes. She had to know just what... who... she was fighting for. And what her assets really were. Would Silver St. Cloud stand with her, showing Ivy that humanity was, perhaps, more redeemable than she might have thought? Or would she leave? Even try to turn against her? Would her lover still think she was beautiful and amazing, or would she only see a serial-killer and a would be mass-murderer who'd taken advantage of her against her will?
"Winton Marsy is for the afternoon to worry about, right now...." Ivy got up, scooping her lover up in her arms effortlessly as she did. She smiled down into Silver's adoring, devoted eyes. "Right now, I'm taking you back to bed and having my way with you. That is, if you're agreeable?" She smiled to her.
Silver just moved up and kissed her. "Always." She told, snuggling into her lover's strong arms and closing her eyes as Ivy carried her back to their bed.
Once there, she lay her down, parted her legs, licked her lips, and then started licking her lover's sex with single-minded ardor. If she was going to do this, set her lover free, she wasn't going to deny herself one last time with her, in case her worst fears came true.
---CATALINA---
"Vivian Isley is the Green-Eyes Killer, I'm sure of it." Derick Grayson (a.k.a. Nightwing) spoke.
Catalina Flores (a.k.a. Tarantula) looked around the room. They were in Derick's loft. Talia Head, Tim Drake (a.k.a. Robin), Jean Paul Valley (a.k.a. Azrael), and Lilhy (Jean Paul's handler) were there. Tim was at the computer interface, Talia and Lilhy were sitting close to one another. Jean Paul was sitting in a chair, hands steepled, seemingly lost in thought.
"How sure are we that she and St. Cloud are partners?" Lilhy asked.
Catalina noticed Talia touch Lilhy's hair. It was a little thing, but it was obvious to her there was something significant between them. Which made her narrow her eyes a little. Weren't Talia Head and Bruce Wayne supposedly engaged to be married before he died? He was dead, and she was flirting? She made up her mind right then she didn't like Talia much.
"It's not conclusive," Tim spoke. "But there's a lot of circumstantials."
"It's not her." Catalina told softly, looking up to meet Derick's eyes.
"Lina..." Derick moved to touch her arm.
"No," She shook off his touch. "She was my best friend, Ricky. I'd know if, don't you think I would have noticed something if she were a serial killer?"
"It has been three years, don't you think she could have changed?" Tim pointed out. Which was true. Vivian had been her best friend in college, they'd lost touch since then though. She had no idea where Viv was or what she was doing, but she would have suspected she was still hooked up with that pretty blonde psychology professor of theirs. She'd always pictured Viv out traveling the world, crusading for the planet like she always did. Running Greenpeace or something. Not anything like this.
"Not that much." Lina avowed firmly, turning away from them.
"That's enough." Talia spoke. Lina looked at her and their eyes met and Lina couldn't help but be intimidated a little by the resolve and depth she saw there. "Catalina, yes?"
Lina nodded.
"Catalina, I'm sorry, I don't know you, and I don't know this Isley woman at all, but, regardless, you don't seem to grasp the situation. The situation is that it doesn't matter if Isley's guilty or not at this point. We look into her, we'll find out. Why do you seem to have a problem with that?" She asked pointedly.
"If she's innocent, she has nothing to worry about." Lilhy added in support of Talia.
Lina narrowed her eyes a little at Talia. "You think I'm protecting her?"
"Aren't you?" Talia challenged.
"So what if I am? She's my friend, isn't that what you're supposed to do for a friend?" Lina countered.
"Not if she's a murderer." Derick replied, touching her arm again.
She looked him in the eyes. He was so damn infuriating sometimes. Half the time she wanted to hit him, the other half she wanted to fuck him. He was -her- boyfriend, shouldn't he be supporting her in a situation like this? Not fucking Talia Head, who happened to be the daughter of a terrorist for fuck's sake? Whether she was right or not, it shouldn't matter. Even though she -was- right, she was pretty sure of it. She kept her temper in check though and just made a frustrated sound, shrugged off his touch, turned, and walked away. "Fine, have it your way. I'm gone." She told him, not looking back.
"...Maybe that's for the best..." Derick said to her back, which only made her want to go back slap him for being so dense. She didn't though, she just left.
"Have fun sleeping alone tonight. Stupid." She muttered dissatisfiedly.
After she left, she fleetingly wondered if it was such a good idea to have left Ricky in the same room as Talia, who obviously wasn't trustworthy where fidelity in a relationship was concerned. And she -was- also stunningly beautiful, which didn't help matters.
In any case, she knew what she was going to do now. She was going to prove Ricky wrong, prove that Viv was innocent.
Lina remembered the look in Vivian's eyes when her friend had confessed her love for her, and how that look had changed to one of such hurt when Lina had turned her down. Somehow, she still felt guilty about hurting her that much, even now. Even if she'd just been being honest with her.
There was just no way what Ricky thought about her was true though. No way. She wouldn't believe it.
Not until she heard Viv herself tell her to her face it was true.
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