There were a lot of things Vince Faraday didn't know about Orwell. Things she could never tell him.
Drawing out a long, quiet sigh, she rested her hands on the side of the sink and shut her eyes.
Sometimes she wondered why she kept going. The good fight? Bringing down Peter Fleming and his infernal machinations? Sure it looked good on paper, but taking down a criminal mastermind and his multi-billion dollar empire wasn't exactly a walk in the park.
Twisting the tap on with a steady hand, she reached down with her hand and grasped hold of the bottom of her tank top, pulling it slowly up her body. Casting the top aside, Orwell looked up at her reflection in the small bathroom mirror and her reflection looked back at her.
Orwell is watching. Well who was watching Orwell? It used to feel like she was the only one who saw herself. And then Vince came along. He saw her. He really saw her; she wasn't just a shadow to him. She meant something.
Rinsing her hands in the water from the tap, she lowered her head down towards the basin and cupped some water into her palms. Raising her cupped hands, she rubbed them over her face, washing it.
When she was with Vince, she felt hope. Hope that she could destroy Fleming. Hope for a brighter future. Maybe they could do this together; maybe she didn't have to be alone anymore.
Bringing her hands back down from her face, Orwell turned slowly around on the spot, craning her neck over her shoulder. Unclipping her bra, she let it fell down the floor with a soft thud, her eyes staring back into her reflection as she did.
But when Vince was gone, the hope seemed to fade with him and she became nothing more than a shadow once more.
Staring at her reflection for a few moments, her gaze began to drop to the scars on her back. Running a finger delicately along one of them, memories of a scared and lonely girl, pleading into the darkness, came flooding back to her. She carried these scars with her as a reminder of who she really was and where she'd come from.
There were a lot of things Vince Faraday didn't know about Orwell.
A/N
Okay so this story didn't come out quite how I expected it to. I'm almost ashamed to submit it actually. But what the hell, The Cape just got cut down to 10 episodes and i'm drowning my sorrows by writing a pathetic excuse for a piece of fanfiction.