[ The bridges fall and Bane's men spread out across the city, seeping into every single one of Gotham's cracks along with his elevated rhetoric. The rich fall, the poor rise up and the neighborhoods splinter into this territory and that; new overlords are installed here and there, some better and some worse than their genteel predecessors. Selina Kyle's territory remains, for the most part, untouched; whether that's the power of rumor and hearsay, or simply the way things work on her watch, nobody can really say. But it works, way better than anywhere else in Gotham — which is why MP shows up on her doorstep in the first place.
What he's doing here, he doesn't really know. Some neighborhoods have enforcers, some kingpins have muscle. Whether Selina needs either of these things is anyone's guess, but he's strong, a little stupid, and takes orders well. Shoving his hands into his pockets he looks at her, shoulders hunched awkwardly. ]
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What he's doing here, he doesn't really know. Some neighborhoods have enforcers, some kingpins have muscle. Whether Selina needs either of these things is anyone's guess, but he's strong, a little stupid, and takes orders well. Shoving his hands into his pockets he looks at her, shoulders hunched awkwardly. ]
They say this here's y'block.