Int. Palace of Hades – ???
The interior of the palace is not much different from the outside, with walls all carved from jagged obsidian and no windows. The only light within is provided from flickering torches lining the walls, which cast eery, dancing shadows. Along either side of the central corridor are more statues, just like the ones they met when first arriving in the Underworld. These ones, however, look far more tortured and anguished.
Ravager: Well, this is... homey.
Zatanna: Not exactly my first choice in décor, I'll admit.
Hercules: Come, the throne room is right up this way.
They follow him down the central corridor to another set of double doors, these ones far smaller in size than the palace entrance. Pushing them open, Hercules steps inside and walks forward a few steps, then stops. The other two remain just behind him. The room within is massive, nearly as tall as it is long, with the ceiling so high above them that the torchlight does not reach, instead casting it in shadow. At the end of the room rises a large throne, the seat also carved out of the same black obsidian as the rest of the palace. Seated upon this throne is a large figure dressed in flowing black robes and armor, with equally dark, stringy hair: Hades. Leaning to the side of the throne, Hades holds his head up with his hand, looking somewhat bored and unamused as he eyes the three before him.
Hades: Nephew... why have you returned to my domain? And why have you brought these intruders with you? They reek of the living, an insult to the realm of dead.
Hercules: Dear uncle, we have come to make a request of you.
Hades: A request. Really? And what makes you think that I would grant you such a thing?
Hercules: You have aided me before, during one of my many labors in ages past. I humbly ask for your assistance once again.
Hades: That was a very long time ago, Heracles. But go ahead, make your request. I am... curious.
Pushing past Hercules, Ravager comes forward this time.
Ravager: We’ve come for-
Hades: Remove your mask, woman. I will not be spoken to by a person who would hide when giving words.
Pausing briefly, Ravager glances back at the others for a moment before finally reaching up and removing the faceplate to her costume's helmet.
Ravager: There, happy now?
Hades: I would choose your words more carefully. You stand in the presence of a god, and the proper respect will be shown.
Frowning slightly, she clears her throat and tries again. It almost physically pains her to try and contort her words into something a god would find respectful
Ravager: Lord Hades, we have come to your domain to request the freedom of the girl known as Lyta, daughter of the sorceress, Circe. Our information tells us that you have been raising her within your palace.
Hades: Ah, you come for the girl, how very intriguing. Tell me, woman, what purpose would one such as yourself have in doing this favor for that insufferable wench?
Ravager: To complete my part of a bargain.
Hades: A bargain with a treacherous sorceress... what would compel one to agree to that?
Ravager: That is my own business.
Hades: Perhaps. But why should I give up the girl? She is happy here, she is cared for, she is safe.
Ravager: She belongs with her mother.
Hades: Her mother suffers in Tartarus for her sins! You would condemn a girl to a life of eternal torment simply to be with her mother?
Ravager: You let me worry about that. We'll figure something out.
Hades: Your lack of conviction is uninspiring, I'm afraid. I have no reason to believe she would be better off going with you.
Ravager: Because this place is so good for her, right? Looks like something out of a bad Hellraiser flick.
The air around them seems to instantly chill, following her words. Hades rises from his throne, glaring hotly at her with a look that could pierce diamond. Even Hercules takes a small step back.
Hades: You dare to insult a god?!
Another chilling silence. Zatanna eases herself forward and whispers.
Zatanna: Tread lightly, Rose... tread lightly.
Ravager: Just calling it how I see it.
Hades: I should cast you into Tartarus!
Ravager: Please, if you were going to, you'd have done it already.
Hades does not respond, but continues to glare, his gaze narrowing even more.
Ravager: Tell you what, you show us the girl, and if we're satisfied at how she's being treated, then we'll leave.
Hades: And if unsatisfied, exactly what do you intend to do about it?
Ravager: We'll just have to come up with a different solution, now won’t we?
Another long stare from Hades, until finally he raises a hand. A flash of white hot light sears the ground in front of him, and when it disappears, a young girl with purple hair is standing there, though she's dressed like a high school goth reject, with a lot of leather, straps, eyeliner, and the like. Her expression seems empty and sullen, as if not noticing what is happening around her. Upon seeing this, Ravager frowns.
She's no older than Holly... what the hell has this b**tard done to her?
Hades: My dear Lyta, explain to these people how happy you are here, with me.
Lyta: I... am happy here. This is... my home.
Ravager: This isn't your home, Lyta, this is a prison. We've come to take you back to your mother, where you belong.
The girl slowly glances up at them, her expression still void of any real emotion. Her voice, too, is hollow and empty.
Lyta: I don't... I have no mother... I have never had a mother. This has always been my home, I have always... been here.
Ravager: What do you mean you've never had a mother? Of course you do; her name is Circe.
Lyta: Circe... I don't know that name.
A triumphant smirk slashes across Hades' face.
Hades: You see? She does not even know her mother. She knows only my domain, and her happiness here.
Zatanna: Something feels off... what's wrong with her? Why doesn't she remember- oh dear Hotath.
Realizing the indication at the same time, Hercules comes forward, an angry scowl on his face.
Hercules: You forced her to drink from the waters of Lethe! She has no memory of her past life, none of it! That is how you keep her here!
Hades: Such a simple solution, don't you think?
Giving her full attention to the young girl, Ravager takes a knee, coming to eye level with her.
Ravager: Lyta, snap out of it. You do have a mother, and she misses you very much. Everything this monster has told you is a lie, none of it is true. This isn't your home, and you do not belong here.
Hercules: Bother not with words, dear Rose. It will take much more than that to remove the forgetfulness inflicted upon her mind. Uncle, we're taking the girl.
Hades: You will do no such thing. Not a single one of you will leave this room alive. Lyta, be a good girl and come to your master's side.
Seating himself back on his throne, Hades watches as the girl turns from the others and obediently walks to the side of the throne. She just stands there, waiting and doing nothing else. Ravager clenches her hands to fists, scowling; at this point, Lyta is no more than a trained pet at Hades' beck and call. Rising back to her feet, she begins marching towards the twisted god.
Ravager: You demented b**tard... I swear, I'll-
Hades: You will do what, exactly? I am a god, and you forget your place, mortal!
With a wave of the hand, more of Hades' minions begin to crawl their way out of the floor, though these ones are covered with bloody musculature, skin removed from their bodies. Not all of them are humanoid, either, some resembling great, hulking monstrosities of nature, animalistic beasts with gaping jaws and piercing eyes.
Hades: Do try to put up a good fight; at least then you might provide some entertainment before your bodies are ripped to pieces.
Zatanna: So, is this part of the plan?
Hercules: A minor issue. As soon as we deal with this lot, we will be able to-
His words are cut off, however, as one of the monstrous, sinewy beasts attacks from behind, swatting away the demi-god like a fly. Hercules quickly recovers, however, rolling back up to his feet and then sprinting at the creature. With a mighty lunge, he tackles the monster and begins grappling with it. Ravager and Zatanna, meanwhile, have their own problems.
Ravager: Z, get back to safe spot, hit them from afar!
Zatanna: Way ahead of you!
As Ravager leaps into the fray, whirling her blades around in a wild frenzy, Zatanna retreats backwards a ways, then brings her hands up.
Instantly, one of the undead warriors bursts apart in a bloody mist, no trace left behind except for a red stain on the floor. She enjoys not having to hold back almost as much as Ravager does, whose swords cleave a bloody swath through the undead guards. It feels... empowering, being able to let loose the full might of her magic for a change. Of course, doing so also has its drawbacks. She can feel her power draining slowly, gradually, the more she uses it. Her magic tires her over time just the same as her more physically combative allies lose stamina during combat.
Leaping over one of the large, monstrous creatures, Ravager comes down on the other side while slashing along its backside with her blades. The sharp edges slice cleanly through sinew, spraying blood and dropping the creature to the floor. Following her sharp skills and reflexes, she continues cutting her way through these new enemies. Meanwhile, Hercules has torn apart several of the larger monsters with his bare hands, though now fights again with sword and shield. He does more than is fair share of cutting down their foes.
There is a problem, however. As with the skeletal guards outside the palace, the numbers of these new enemies do not dwindle, no matter how many of them are defeated. Within minutes, they begin to swarm and overtake the heroes, far too many to properly fight and keep track of.
Ravager: Do these things ever stop coming?
Hercules: Not as long as Hades wills it! He means for us to fight until we are too exhausted to continue, at which point his guards will cut us apart!
Zatanna: Well, that's a bit of a downer, huh? Teg kcab!
A small group of the sinewy creatures fly backwards through the air, allowing the heroes some breathing room. This doesn't last very long, however, as the numbers continue to grow, enemies closing in on them. Taking in a deep breath, Zatanna raises a hand again, preparing to cast another spell. Hades, on the other hand, appears to have other ideas, pointing a finger at her.
Hades: Silence, witch.
Instantly, Zatanna's mouth closes up, her lips no longer able to open. She lets out muffled cries, trying to cast a spell, but nothing works. A moment later, one of the guards comes forward and thrusts its spear, the metal tip ripping into the her side. A quiet scream of pain gurgles in her throat, as she falls to the floor.
Cutting through the enemies in front of her, Ravager jumps over several others to reach Zatanna before the attacking guard can finish off the downed magician. Swinging her blades viciously, she cleaves off both the creature's arms, then finally its head, and kicks the body backwards. She quickly steals a glance down at Zatanna, who, though injured, is still breathing and alive.
Ravager: Just hang in there, Z. Herc! Now would be a good time for the plan!
Bashing a few of the guards back with his shield, the demi-god turns to her.
Hercules: We'll need a distraction!
Before Ravager can answer, she is forced to whirl around again and cut down another attacking guard. However, at the same time, three others come in with their blades. She manages to twist herself out of the way of two of them, but the third cuts deep into her backside, going through her suit like butter. Her earthly armor is apparently of no defense against these otherworldly weapons. Scowling, she spins around and cuts the guard apart.
Ravager: Now I'm really pissed.
She can feel that burning beginning to spread through her, the pain of growing muscle and shifting bone.
Ravager: You need a distraction? I think... I can give you one!
As her emotions run wild, so does the more animalistic side of her. Though still not in total control, she concentrates, gets angrier, forces her body to transform. She suddenly feels... very hungry. The next time she opens her mouth, a deep, intimidating roar erupts from her throat. In seconds, her body grows further and completes the transformation, furry muscle bursting apart her armor from the inside out.
Her suddenly enhanced senses pick up another incoming attack. With agility far greater than her human form, she turns around and grabs the thrusting spear, then breaks it in half with little effort. Pointed ears flicking back, lips curling, spittle dripping from her jaws, Ravager roars again, this time slashing out with her claws and ripping the squishy guard to shreds. And then, the snow white werewolf is off and tearing through the Hades' troops, cutting them to ribbons and tearing meaty chunks out of them with her teeth. The hunger burning inside her must be sated.
Hercules: By Zeus...
The demi-god stares and watches the massacre for several moments, before his eyes shift carefully over to his uncle. Hades is standing now, as if ready to act himself, though his attention is drawn fully to the rampaging werewolf eviscerating his guards. Snapping out of his surprise, Hercules cuts down a few remaining stragglers not occupied with Ravager, then runs over to Zatanna's side.
Hercules: Young magician, can you hear me? Are you alright?
Though bleeding from her side, Zatanna nods. Her lips are still shut tightly, unable to cast anything. Reaching into his hip pouch, Hercules pulls out another vial, this one filled with a transparent liquid.
Hercules: Can you still do your part?
Again, Zatanna nods. As Hercules uncorks the vial, she pulls her hand away from her bloodied side and begins to rub her fingers across the ground, writing a spell on the surface. There is no stronger magic than blood magic, yet it is to be used only under the most dire of circumstances, as each spell cast in blood siphons away a small amount of the user's life force. Right now, however, the situation calls for it.
Suddenly, the water inside the vial begins to float up into the air. It hovers there briefly, quivering and undulating, then begins to fly off in a long stream, heading straight at Hades. During this time, Hades has come forward off his throne, glaring at the werewolf, as it continues to rip apart his minions. Finally losing his patience, he raises a hand. Instantly, Ravager flies through the air and crashes against the wall, pinned there by an invisible force.
Hades: Enough of this! You will burn in Tartarus, wretched beast!
Before he can continue his assault, however, the airborne stream of water abruptly forces its way down his throat in an instant. Coughing, he takes a step back and scowls, then glares over at Hercules and Zatanna.
Hades: What foolish attempt was that? What did you hope to... to... what did you... who... what's going on? Who are you people? Where are we?
With the hold over her lips releasing, Zatanna breaths out a sigh of relief.
Zatanna: Laeh em.
Her wound instantly closes up, healing completely.
Zatanna: I can't believe that actually worked. Good call on hitting up Lethe on the way here.
Hercules: The danger has not yet past, I'm afraid. The waters of forgetfulness do not last forever on gods. We must retreat and leave this place before Hades remembers who he is. Attend to the girl, make her sleep for now if you must. We'll need to take her to Mnemosyne, the river of memory. Its waters will counteract what Lethe has done to her.
Zatanna: Right, on it.
As Zatanna heads over to Lyta, Hercules hurries over to Rose's side, who has now come out of her werewolf transformation. During this entire time, Hades looks around, as though confused, unable to remember anything about anything.
Holding herself up against the wall, Rose lets out a small groan and straightens herself, then stretches out her arms. Hercules suddenly freezes in place, however, realizing that, after shredding her costume, she is fully nude. Either not noticing this, or simply not caring (most likely the latter), Rose walks forward and gives him a congratulatory pat on the shoulder as she pushes past him.
Rose: Good work.
Hercules just blinks, his gaze following her. Finally, Rose apparently acknowledges the situation and glances back over her shoulder, smirking.
Ravager: Take a good long look, muscle-boy, because you won't be touching.
Hercules: Great Zeus...
Zatanna, now carrying the sleeping Lyta in her arms, turns to them and notices Rose's... predicament. She blinks, her gaze following the naked woman to the exit.
Rose: What are you all waiting for? Let's blow this joint.
Zatanna: That girl has no shame.
Int. The River Styx – Day
A short while later, Rose, Zatanna, and Hercules have returned to the shores of the River Styx, about ready to leave the Underworld for good. One matter does need to be taken care of first, however, a matter for which Themis has rejoined them. Soon, Circe appears, being led by cloaked and hooded figures. Chains are around her hands, and empty sockets still where her eyes should be. Because of her current blindness, she does not notice her daughter, not until the girl runs forward.
Circe's face instantly shifts into surprise and then softens. A brief moment later, mother and daughter embrace.
Circe: My girl... oh, how I missed you.
Lyta: I missed you, too.
Taking in a deep breath, Circe then tilts her head towards the others.
Circe: Please, my eyes... let me see her.
Themis gives a slow nod, granting permission for Zatanna to cast a spell.
Zatanna: Laeh S'ecric seye.
Once the spell is cast, Circe lets out a small gasp as her eyeballs begin to reform in their sockets. Within seconds, she blinks and can see once again, the image of her daughter appearing before her. Lyta is no longer dressed in the horrid attire that Hades had given her, now in a much more simple and traditional Greek toga, with her hair tied back out of her face. No atrocious eyeliner to speak of, either.
Circe: Lyta... you're beautiful.
The girl smiles back widely at her mother.
Lyta: And so are you.
After giving the two a couple more moments together, Rose, now fully dressed again, after Zatanna took the liberty of casting some clothes on her, steps forward and folds her arms.
Rose: There, I completed my end of the bargain, now remove the curse.
Circe's gaze slowly shifts over to Rose again.
Circe: Before I do, I want something else.
Rose: Are you kidding me? We just went through hell and back for your daughter! Now you want something else from us?
Circe: Not from you, no.
She looks over at Themis, now.
Circe: From her.
Themis: You are not in a good position to be making demands, Circe.
Circe: It is not a command, just a request.
Themis: Then make your request, though I make no promises in granting it.
Circe: I want parole, so I can raise my daughter.
Themis: Circe, you are sentenced to four thousand years in Tartarus, without the possibility of parole. That is something I cannot grant.
Circe: You cannot expect me to take Lyta back with me to Tartarus. I can't raise her there. Please, have mercy on a mother and her daughter.
Themis: The same mercy you showed to all of your victims throughout the years? Or, should I say, lack thereof?
Circe: Put me under guard, lock me up, have Zeus himself keep an eye on me, I don't care, just... please, anywhere but Tartarus. I want to be with my daughter, whatever it takes.
Themis goes quiet, apparently considering the words, though her expression doesn't shift. Rose glances between the two for a moment, then utters a long sigh.
Rose: Just do it.
Themis: You are not the one to decide this, Rose Wilson. Parole is not something I can grant to one of the most powerful criminal sorceresses in this world.
Rose: There isn't any way you can make an exception? She just said she didn't care what it took. Shut her up somewhere else and just let her raise her daughter.
If Circe doesn't get parole, the backstabbing b*tch might not cure me. I am not letting that happen.
Themis: There may be one way in which I can grant parole.
Circe: I don't care what it is.
Themis: Very well, allow me to consult the scales.
Raising her scales up, Themis waits a moment. Eventually, it tilts heavily to the left, the right side coming all the way up.
Themis: I see... it can be done. Circe, you are hereby granted parole-
Circe's face instantly lights up in relief, a smile coming over her face.
Themis: -on the condition that you give up your magic. You will hereby be stripped of all your power, and your immortality. You you live a normal, mortal life to raise your daughter.
Circe's elation suddenly turns to shock and disappointment, a distant frown forming on her face.
Themis: And you will be watched very closely. Should you ever give reason, the gods themselves will drag you back to the deepest pits of Tartarus, where you will spend eternity. Are these conditions acceptable to you?
Breathing in a deep breath, Circe slowly looks down at her daughter. Lyta returns the gaze, eyes meeting. Eventually, Circe closes her eyes and nods.
Circe: I accept.
Themis: Then you are free to leave with the others. When you return to the living world, your power will be gone.
Rose: But before that happens, you owe me something.
Circe: Of course... in thanks for bringing me my daughter.
Walking forward, Circe brings her hands to Rose's temples, then closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. Rose feels a cold ripple run through her body, followed by a strange warmth.
Circe: The curse is gone.
Rose: Good... thanks. Now let's get the hell out of here.
Ext. Cape Tainaron – Day
Bright sunlight greets them, as they walk out of the cave entrance and return to the surface. Hercules steps forward and breathes in a deep breath, holding his arms up to the sky.
Hercules: Ah, a glorious day!
Turning back to the others, he smiles and holds out his hand.
Hercules: It was a pleasure and honor to fight by your sides, young maidens.
Rose and Zatanna extend their own hands, giving Hercules' a firm shake.
Zatanna: My sentiments are the same. It was an honor.
Rose: Yeah, you do pretty good. I mean, for a demi-god and all.
Then, Hercules looks over to Circe, who holds her daughter's hand gently. He walks up to her and points a finger, glaring.
Hercules: And you, witch, do not squander this opportunity you have been given. Atone for your sins, as I have done, and live a good life. Your daughter deserves that much.
Circe says nothing in response, simply glancing down at Lyta and tightening her grip slightly. Lyta looks back up at her and returns the squeeze, smiling.
Hercules: And with that, I must be off. Farewell, and good luck in your future adventures!
With a parting wave, Hercules turns away from them again and heads down the hill, disappearing from sight soon after. Once he is gone, Circe holds her free hand up, staring at it. She splays her fingers, turns her hand over, then clenches them into a light fist.
Circe: It feels... very strange, being mortal. No magic, no power...
Rose: You'll get used to it, eventually. Just remember what Herc said: don't you dare screw things up after what we went through for you. You take care of your daughter, got it?
Circe: At this point, I want nothing more. Once we figure out a place to go and find a home, I will raise her well.
Rose glances back briefly at Zatanna, who merely shrugs. Releasing a soft breath, she turns to Circe again.
Please don't let me regret this...
Rose: Look, if you don't have anywhere to go, I... know of a place. Silverstone, the city where I live. It might take some adjusting, but it might be a good fit for you. I look after girl named Holly, too; she's about your daughter's age. They... could be friends.
Circe stiffens up slightly, raising her chin, as if trying to show her pride. She doesn't respond, at first, simply staring. Eventually, however, she utters a breath of her own and holds a hand to her hip.
Circe: Very well... but do not think this makes us friends. I have no need of people like you to call friend.
Rose: Oh sure, no problem. I only fought the minions of Hades for you, saved your daughter, and got you freed from four thousand years of pain and suffering, but no, you're right, you wouldn't a friend like that, now would you?
A long pause passes between them, before finally Circe crosses her arms and purses her lips.
Circe: Let's just go, already.
Rose: In a minute. Just hang tight for a sec, kay? Good.
Turning away from Circe, Rose walks back over to Zatanna, holding an arm around her shoulders.
Rose: Gotta say, Z, you're not half bad.
Zatanna: Well, I do have experience. I will say the same of you, though; I'd only heard about you in passing from Dick, every now and then, but you've impressed me.
Rose: Hey, you're not they only one with experience. Now, I just, uh... I have one question before we head home.
Rose: Back there, when you healed Circe's eyes... could you heal the same type of injury on anyone?
Lifting an eyebrow, Zatanna tilts her head and gives a curious look. Her gaze focuses in on Rose's eye patch.
Zatanna: Yes, I could. I can heal most injuries, in fact, past or current. You want your eye back?
Breathing outwardly, Rose glances towards the ground and slowly nods.
Rose: It's the last, constant reminder I have of my father; you know him. I want it gone.
Zatanna: Then just hold still, this will only take a moment.
Int. Rose's Penthouse Suite – Day
Zatanna's magic transports them just outside the door to Rose's penthouse. Circe and Lyta are with them, dressed in normal, casual clothes now. Reaching forward, Rose pushes the door open and leads them inside.
Rose: I'm back! Anyone home?
A moment later, a familiar figure appears out of the kitchen. Upon seeing Rose, Rebecca lets out a heavy, relieved breath, then runs up and gives a warm embrace.
Becky: Dios mio, I was getting worried. You were gone for days!
Rose: Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. But I'm back now, and one hundred percent normal... well, for me.
Becky: That's great news, I can still hardly believe that-
Suddenly, Becky stops mid sentence, blinking in confusion and staring. Her hand comes up, clutches the side of Rose's cheek.
Becky: Rose, your eye...
Rose: Yeah, I got it back. Kept the scar, though; I think it looks cool.
Becky: That's... I mean.... I don't believe...
Unable to formulate her thoughts into complete sentences, Becky instead responds with a firm kiss, pressing their lips together for several moments before pulling away. Her gaze then moves over to Zatanna, who gives a wave in greeting.
Becky: Thanks for helping her, Zar... er... Z, was it?
Zatanna: That works fine, and you're welcome. It was my pleasure.
Becky: And who are they?
She's looking at Circe and Lyta now.
Rose: Oh, these are... sort of friends. That's Circe, and her daughter Lyta.
Becky: Well, good to meet you both.
She extends her hand to them, and though Lyta quickly shakes it, Circe just folds her arms and sort of glares.
Rose: Er... don't mind her. She's adjusting.
Becky: And where did you meet them?
Rose: That's a rather long story... I'll tell you all about it later.
Another figure then appears, wandering out of living room. Holly's eyes light up when she sees who's there, then rushes forward and hugs Rose. Looking up to her, she then begins rifling through a series of hand signals, while mouthing the words at the same time.
Holly: I'm so glad you're back!
Rose: I'm glad, too, honey, believe me.
Putting a hand on Holly's back, Rose eases her forward and turns to the side, showing her to Lyta.
Rose: Holly, I'd like you meet Lyta. She's your age, I think.
Lyta walks forward now, giving Holly a long look. She then holds out her hand.
Lyta: It's nice to meet you.
Before Holly answers, Zatanna mutters a backwards whisper under her breath. Holly then reaches forward to shake Lyta's hand and smiles.
Holly: It's nice to meet you, too.
That's when everyone's eyes go wide.
Rose: What the-
Becky: Qué mierda!
Holly: I- I... I'm talking? I can... I- I can talk again! I can talk!
The poor girl is nearly in tears of joy over this sudden occurrence, a broad smile on her face that isn't going away. Rose glances towards Zatanna, meeting her gaze. The magician simply smiles, then gives a very small nod. Rose can't help it; she smiles, too.
Holly then suddenly reaches out and grabs Lyta's hand, bringing the girl farther inside the penthouse.
Holly: Come on, I'll show you my room! Oh my god, I'm talking again! This is so awesome!
Circe blinks, watching as her daughter is dragged away.
Circe: Hey, wait a minute!
Rose: Relax, they'll be fine. Let them play. In the meantime, come inside. We need to figure out where you'll be staying.
Closing the door behind her, Rose leads the group of women into the living room.
Becky: Anyone want a drink?
Zatanna: Oh, I'll have something. What do you got?
Becky: Well, aside the hard stuff, there's some beer in the fridge-
Circe: Uck, beer. Vile stuff, the drink of curs. Please tell me you have wine.
Rose smirks slightly and lifts her eyebrows. Circe may be mortal now, but she really has to work on her people skills.
There's some irony for you, Rose. You thinking someone else needs work on people skills.
Rose: We'll see what we can find. Just make yourself comfortable; we have a lot to talk about.
Chapter #48 Preview: It's Christmas time, and merriment is in the air! As is a failed police escort, when a highly dangerous metahuman prisoner is freed en route to a high security prison. In the next issue, Rose deals with the holidays, an explosive prisoner, and a familiar face, as the big crossover event kicks off!