Post by Wonder Woman on Jul 19, 2015 21:09:17 GMT -5
Batwoman: A dark alley, two years ago, a drunk college age girl stumbling home in the wee hours of the morning post-coital tryst. Still drunk, shirt turned inside out, her hair a mess. She looked like an easy mark. He was larger than her, and given the stupor, it should have been easy. Cold, calculating eyes had watched the whole show from a far, careful, mindful of the way the woman carried herself, something the would-be criminal couldn't see. There was the training, there was a bearing, the way she carried herself, even in her drunk state. He would see the whole thing explode from his position above the city. The mugger grabbed the girl. An elbow buried itself in the attacker's gut, her head snapping back and colliding with the nasal spine, blood beginning to spurt out. With the pain washing over him, Kane was released and stumbled forward, pivoting on her heel in a quick, precision move. She snapped the flat blade of the side of her hand against his throat, crushing his throat before delivering a spin kick to the man's gut. Of course, well trained as she was, she was still drunk and exhausted from a night of partying and sex, so the ground came up as fast to her as it did for the attacker, only difference being that she was still conscious. All in all, the event lasted less than thirty seconds and left Kane panting, but feeling exhilarated. And watched. She turned and saw the flutter of the Batman's cape, the white of the glass in his cowl over his eyes. A hand extended from under the cape and she took it. That was the first time she had met Batman, and following that encounter she had dedicated her life to helping people. She had a new uniform now, and a new mission. And she was on that mission tonight, perched high atop the city, watching as the good citizens fled the streets in terror in advance of the setting sun. Nightfall in Gotham meant one thing: danger. Recently, reports of human trafficking had been going up, but no one could quite confirm where the children were going. Though inside information she got from Renee she had pieced together that it might be a super natural force. They were all kidnapped from home. All kidnapped at night. All in groups. She had put out some feelers through Spoiler, and found that the "kids" of Gotham had been talking about Bloody Mary as of late. She didn't know more than the typical myths about the woman, but they were just that? Weren't they? And so, she watched, the wind picking up her crimson hair and the crimson lined cape in an overly dramatic fashion as she puzzled through the problem in her head.
-Batman-: As the sun started to set, the city of Gotham would slowly be consumed by darkness. At this point, most of the petty criminals began to pack it all in for night. They'd rather take the chance of going at the police in broad daylight than to do their dirt in the shadows. The shadows in which he owned. The braver - or more foolish - form of scumbag were ready to get their show on the road. They allowed the darkness to shield their vile acts... and in that same darkness, he he would be waiting. The ever watchful eye's of Gotham's Dark Knight would pick up on a familiar form peering over his city. Her body facial expression caused for a slight twinge of curiosity to form within him. As if the shadows themselves would solidify and form a man, Batman would step out from the darkness and into the moonlight. With his his entire figure from the neck down being hidden behind his cape, the figure would seemingly float forward until it ceased it's movements beside Batwoman. "I'm assuming you're following the Bloody Mary case." no introduction needed. Simply a direct question being projected by the slightly rasped over voice, all while those white lens covered eyes glared below.
Batwoman: Her eyes didn't move; she didn't jump or start to his arrival. She knew he was probably used to scaring people out of their skins, but she wasn't just anyone. She played the same games and drank from the same glass he did. "Seems someone should," she muttered, her Batwoman voice taking on a similarly gravel tone. "Your crowd doesn't seem to believe in things that require "faith," she said without looking away from the ground over the ledge. "People have been disappearing, for weeks," she spoke in clear tones. "I've got some leads; you'll be keeping out of my way?" she asked, knowing full well what kind of a crowsnest of problems this was going to open up. She was technically on "his" turf, but she had set in when he had taken off, leaving his "family" to squabble amongst themselves, leaving the criminal element in Gotham to flourish unattended while the boys pretended to be men, and the girls did nothing about it. "Or is it going to be a fight?" With this taunt, her eyes narrowed imperceptively behind the cowl and her head turned ever so slightly to finally look at him.
-Batman-: Continued to watch below while Batwoman spoke. Watching the civilians scatter into their homes, beyond the fear of what criminal activity may ensue but rather terrified by the being that stopped it from furthering. Batman wasn't very much liked ... and quite honestly he didn't need or aspire to be loved by those he protected. That's not the kind of protector Gotham needed right now. Batwoman's statement was right though. He in particular didn't dapple in matters of faith too often. He believed in things he could touch... feel... prove... and whatever ounce of blind faith he had harbored within him died along with the man and wife that was gunned down so many years ago. It wouldn't be long until Batwoman spoke up of 'fighting' where Batman would really react. His hues slowly squinted into a hard glare while his head swiveled upwards to eye the woman directly. "I won't be in your way because you'll be too busy keeping out of my own." he'd nearly bark out. "There isn't going to be any fights. You’re backing away from this. Now.” It wasn’t a request… it wasn’t even an order. The Bat basically saved the woman the trouble and prophesied her actions for her. Anything outside of those actions would be an unwise route to follow.
Batwoman: Her blood red lips pulled into a tight smirk. She knew this was going to happen, and yet she had also hoped it could be avoided. "I've done the leg work, why don't you go back to chasing botanists in bikinis and catburglers in cat suits," she suggested, standing up. She was almost as tall as Bruce, and with the lifts in her boots the distance between them. She had no intention of following Batman's orders; it had never been her style. He had offered her a place in the Batfamily once, but she had turned it down. The DEO had more to offer her, including the security of knowing her father wasn't going to be prosecuted for his part in procuring some of her military level tech and survelience equipment.
-Batman-: As the sun started to set, the city of Gotham would slowly be consumed by darkness. At this point, most of the petty criminals began to pack it all in for night. They'd rather take the chance of going at the police in broad daylight than to do their dirt in the shadows. The shadows in which he owned. The braver - or more foolish - form of scumbag were ready to get their show on the road. They allowed the darkness to shield their vile acts... and in that same darkness, he he would be waiting. The ever watchful eye's of Gotham's Dark Knight would pick up on a familiar form peering over his city. Her body facial expression caused for a slight twinge of curiosity to form within him. As if the shadows themselves would solidify and form a man, Batman would step out from the darkness and into the moonlight. With his his entire figure from the neck down being hidden behind his cape, the figure would seemingly float forward until it ceased it's movements beside Batwoman. "I'm assuming you're following the Bloody Mary case." no introduction needed. Simply a direct question being projected by the slightly rasped over voice, all while those white lens covered eyes glared below.
Batwoman: Her eyes didn't move; she didn't jump or start to his arrival. She knew he was probably used to scaring people out of their skins, but she wasn't just anyone. She played the same games and drank from the same glass he did. "Seems someone should," she muttered, her Batwoman voice taking on a similarly gravel tone. "Your crowd doesn't seem to believe in things that require "faith," she said without looking away from the ground over the ledge. "People have been disappearing, for weeks," she spoke in clear tones. "I've got some leads; you'll be keeping out of my way?" she asked, knowing full well what kind of a crowsnest of problems this was going to open up. She was technically on "his" turf, but she had set in when he had taken off, leaving his "family" to squabble amongst themselves, leaving the criminal element in Gotham to flourish unattended while the boys pretended to be men, and the girls did nothing about it. "Or is it going to be a fight?" With this taunt, her eyes narrowed imperceptively behind the cowl and her head turned ever so slightly to finally look at him.
-Batman-: Continued to watch below while Batwoman spoke. Watching the civilians scatter into their homes, beyond the fear of what criminal activity may ensue but rather terrified by the being that stopped it from furthering. Batman wasn't very much liked ... and quite honestly he didn't need or aspire to be loved by those he protected. That's not the kind of protector Gotham needed right now. Batwoman's statement was right though. He in particular didn't dapple in matters of faith too often. He believed in things he could touch... feel... prove... and whatever ounce of blind faith he had harbored within him died along with the man and wife that was gunned down so many years ago. It wouldn't be long until Batwoman spoke up of 'fighting' where Batman would really react. His hues slowly squinted into a hard glare while his head swiveled upwards to eye the woman directly. "I won't be in your way because you'll be too busy keeping out of my own." he'd nearly bark out. "There isn't going to be any fights. You’re backing away from this. Now.” It wasn’t a request… it wasn’t even an order. The Bat basically saved the woman the trouble and prophesied her actions for her. Anything outside of those actions would be an unwise route to follow.
Batwoman: Her blood red lips pulled into a tight smirk. She knew this was going to happen, and yet she had also hoped it could be avoided. "I've done the leg work, why don't you go back to chasing botanists in bikinis and catburglers in cat suits," she suggested, standing up. She was almost as tall as Bruce, and with the lifts in her boots the distance between them. She had no intention of following Batman's orders; it had never been her style. He had offered her a place in the Batfamily once, but she had turned it down. The DEO had more to offer her, including the security of knowing her father wasn't going to be prosecuted for his part in procuring some of her military level tech and survelience equipment.