sunday morning in the east end

[sonia_alcana]

On her days off, it's rare that Sonia gets out of bed before noon. For starters, she's a night owl, and when she's working she tends to build up something of a sleep deficit. Then there's the fact that without much of a social life, when she isn't working she doesn't really have any tangible reason to get out of bed at a decent hour.

This morning, though, she's wide awake at 8:30 am. Slipping quietly out of bed, retrieving her service pistol from the safe in her closet, and making her way to the living room.

Someone is in her apartment, and she sure as hell did not invite them in.

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[alfonso_conde]

"True enough, unless he actually did eat that guy. But somewhat more pressing is that the press is starting to whip up a frenzy against both the Amazons and people in masks. Mark my words, there'll be a bonfire of Residents albums in the city streets before too long."

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia shrugs. "Maybe if enough people get pissed at the masked types, there'll be a decline in vigilantism."

Or maybe there will be a push back from costumed vigilantes in response.

[alfonso_conde]

"It will also likely mean a lot of scrutiny on your unit. Are you sure you don't want my help with this? I can also deal with the media. Maybe I can distract them with my penis. Celebrities only have wardrobe malfunctions when there's something they want to draw the media's attention away from. Nobody talks about Paris Hilton the war profiteer."

Bane leans back against the counter and smiles. "You know, this whole Themysciran sex-cult thing. I was at a Gotham New Year's Eve party, and saw Gilda slap him on the ass. At the time I just assumed it was a playful gesture of affection, but maybe it was some kind of secret Amazon handshake."

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia gives Bane a look.

"What is it with you and Gilda?"

[alfonso_conde]

"What is it with you and Harvey? Anyway, you should let me do a sting operation. Which newspaper headline would you rather see: 'Sonia Lets Catwoman Get Away, Probably Slutty' or 'Sultry Penis Man Solves Case (With Penis)?' We've slept together, you KNOW I can do that."

[sonia_alcana]

"Mark me down as skeptical."

She runs a hand through her hair. It is too early for her to be this exasperated.

"Why do you even want to be involved in this?"

[alfonso_conde]

"Only for the most noble of reasons." Bane says. "I want to be perceived as the kind of person whose commitment to justice will lead me to work with the authorities and even place my life in danger in order to bring down a notorious killer. A heroic portrayal in the media will buy me some leverage in local politics, enough that Thorne will have to deal with me on my own terms."

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia looks at him, one eyebrow raised. There's a long pause before she responds.

"You want to go up against Thorne, that's your goal?"

[alfonso_conde]

"I'm not a fan." Bane says. "I don't know how much you know about the history of Santa Prisca, but a few of Gotham's crime families treated it as their personal fiefdom. Nicodemo Falcone and Francesco Zucco chief among them. Rupert Thorne was involved indirectly through Carl Grissom, putting money in a few casinos. It was organized crime that funded the coup that assassinated my father and drove my mother and I into exile."

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia smiles, somewhat bitterly.

"Remind me to tell you what happened to my parents' business."

He might be able to guess, though. He's seen the burn scars on her back.

"If it's Thorne you want, I can help you. But I'm not bringing you in on the Van Djik case. We'll figure something else out."

[alfonso_conde]

Bane looks around at the crummy apartment. "An auspicious start to our plan to take down the Gotham Democratic Party kingmaker. 8:45 on a Sunday morning in a tiny kitchen and your fly is down. It's like the second Continental Congress all over again."

[sonia_alcana]

"Fine, asshole, go ask Gilda to help you. I'm sure her kitchen is much more suited to your tastes."

[alfonso_conde]

"Hey, all I'm saying is that a voyage of many miles begins with a single step, and that we go to war with the kitchen we have and not the kitchen we want to have. Also, I'm sure Gilda's kitchen contains a distressing amount of bottled water, aspartame and Go-gurt." Bane hands Sonia a coffee topped with milk-froth and a pinch of cinnamon.

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia takes the mug and smiles.

There's something reassuring to her about how strident Bane is about everything. Or at least, it's reassuring when it isn't pissing her off.

She discretely does up her fly when he's not looking.

"I'd recommend not casting aspersions on Gilda Gold if you want to play politics against Thorne. Harvey Dent could be a significant ally for you. Although I'd recommend toning down your... you-ness... when you deal with him."

If there's a person in Gotham who is less impressed with rich assholes than Sonia is, it's probably Harvey Dent.

[alfonso_conde]

"Don't worry, Sugarshack. I'm the very soul of propriety." Bane says, whilst trying his level best to slap Sonia on the ass. "At any rate, I know better than to diss someone's ex when they're in an on-again off-again. Is there anyone who hasn't learned that one the hard way?"

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia yelps, and returns his smack on the ass by picking up the newspaper and swatting at him with it, as though he were a particularly unruly kitten.

She doesn't comment on the remark about Gilda and Harvey's relationship. She does, however, make a mental note of it.

"If you call me Sugarshack again, I will hurt you," is what she actually says.

[alfonso_conde]

Bane pulls up a chair, and stares off in the distance, deep in thought. Finally, he says: "Sorry, I should be thinking of ways we can undermine Rupert Thorne, rather than alternatives to 'Sugarshack.' I promise I'll be more on point now, Slapshot."

"I should call Dent. I need more information on Rupert Thorne before we can proceed."

[sonia_alcana]

"Just don't tell him I sent you, he might never speak to me again."

There's a slight pause.

"And just for the record, we're not... dating, or whatever. That means you don't get nickname privileges."

[alfonso_conde]

"What does dating have to do with anything? I'm not dating Stinky or Dr. McBiscuits. I haven't even introduced myself to 'Slappy' Dent yet."

"At any rate, I'll see about getting the media off your necks. If you think I'm a complication, just imagine fifteen guys with my exuberance and cameras to boot."

[sonia_alcana]

"I try not to," Sonia says, sipping her coffee. "I have my own job to do already, and it's not wrangling the media."

Which is good, because she'd be terrible at that.