It came naturally. Maybe she was too used to the way Lucky often slept with his head on Kate's thigh. Which... She later wouldn't want to think too deep about, because her hand? It moved naturally, stroking Matt's head as he rested on her lap.
"Well, we can't use our money to pay a hotel," Kate pointed out, wondering if Fisk would risk another assassination attempt, specially in a far more wealthy area in Manhattan. It was probably awful to think that way, of putting more value in certain areas and the people there. But would Fisk have the balls to attack the rich and wealthy?
"I can get us a couple of rooms," Karen offered. "They might be keeping an eye on our accounts, but I doubt he's keeping an eye on me. Not yet." It had been a long time and the Fisks had other worries on their plate.
"What if I make the donation?" Kate suddenly asked. Karen met her gaze through the rearview, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean? What donation?"
Kate flexed her fingers, her nails gently scratching at Matt's scalp as she got lost on that thought, on an idea she had barely enough time to entertain back at the hospital as she waited for Matt to regain consciousness.
"Back at the ball. Fisk pulled me aside for a chat, he did with most of the people he invited. He blackmailed me, asked me to make a donation to his cause." She hated the idea of giving him even a single a penny, of the blood that would run because of the money so many people would hand him in order to protect themselves. "It could give us a window, maybe? Make him think I'm scared, that I'm not gonna fight him. Maybe take his eyes off my moves for a while if I'm careful?"
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"Well, we can't use our money to pay a hotel," Kate pointed out, wondering if Fisk would risk another assassination attempt, specially in a far more wealthy area in Manhattan. It was probably awful to think that way, of putting more value in certain areas and the people there. But would Fisk have the balls to attack the rich and wealthy?
"I can get us a couple of rooms," Karen offered. "They might be keeping an eye on our accounts, but I doubt he's keeping an eye on me. Not yet." It had been a long time and the Fisks had other worries on their plate.
"What if I make the donation?" Kate suddenly asked. Karen met her gaze through the rearview, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean? What donation?"
Kate flexed her fingers, her nails gently scratching at Matt's scalp as she got lost on that thought, on an idea she had barely enough time to entertain back at the hospital as she waited for Matt to regain consciousness.
"Back at the ball. Fisk pulled me aside for a chat, he did with most of the people he invited. He blackmailed me, asked me to make a donation to his cause." She hated the idea of giving him even a single a penny, of the blood that would run because of the money so many people would hand him in order to protect themselves. "It could give us a window, maybe? Make him think I'm scared, that I'm not gonna fight him. Maybe take his eyes off my moves for a while if I'm careful?"
It might protect Eleanor too.