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Post by selinakyle on Jun 25, 2011 15:21:04 GMT -5
It was either the newspapers, or via the Iceberg she heard new news. Shaking her head, she couldn't believe how blatantly obvious this family was being. Renting out an entire run-down building, the traffic coming and going at all hours of the day, and night.
As Catwoman lay on her stomach across the alley from this building, goggles tracking the different men going in and out, part of her was curious why there were not more women in the Mafia. Or at least she saw. Kicking one booted heel as she saw the last goon enter, the scared look on his face as he glanced over his shoulder bringing a smirk to her face.
They knew they were being watched. But in this neighborhood, it was more a mystery of whom was watching whom. Case in point; Catwoman was laying in wait, until she could find a way into the complex.
Her prey for the evening was something older. A relic this family had been holding onto, that she was contemplating fencing to Cobblepot. Or possibly as a donation to the musem. Either way, by her guess she had a wait of another 15 minutes before she would cross to the next rooftop, and make her way in.
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Post by bats on Jun 26, 2011 14:28:36 GMT -5
The Vincinni family had moved from Keystone to Gotham to spread their Empire. They'd tried their luck in Keystone, and were reasonably successful, and figured that Gotham would be easy after that. They were wrong, yet obviously weren't aware of it just yet. Gotham was a cut-throat City, and they weren't going to make it far before they upset another gang and end up in the trash.
But there was something a lot more interesting about the Vincinni compound tonight. The Catwoman. At it again. It was about time that Bruce took her down and threw her in prison, but it was a lot harder than it sounded. However, this time he thought he might well have her.
He watched her spy down on the Vincinni compound, and like a ghost, walked towards her, silently. He looked down at her, and then back across at the compound. All clear. He reached out and grabbed her, an arm around her waist, a hand across her mouth.
"Catwoman," he said to her, registering to her who it was.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 14:50:00 GMT -5
And of course, Selina had experience with Ghosts. James was one, for a fact. She could feel the air shift, but still, she did nothing. Not until she felt herself tugged backwards, a hand over her mouth, muffling her surprise, and another strong grip about her waist. He'd better not be trying to go after her whip. He had enough fun toys as it were.
But there he made an error. Must be the effect of her catsuit on him. Her hands, moreso, her claws were free, the faint light glinting off them as she brought her hands around behind her, feeling for that solid muscle that mostly composed Batman.
As much as she was muffled, she still tried to speak, pressing backwards into him, holding nearly as tightly to him, as he was to her. IF Batman wanted to press the issue, she would surely press her claws into the backs of his thighs, ripping the fabric right then and there.
Just for a teaser, she let one of her fingers delicately remind him of such.
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Post by bats on Jun 26, 2011 15:10:29 GMT -5
He felt Catwoman's claw against his leg, and nearly breathed a sigh. A stupid moment. He should of known that she wouldn't be easy to stop, and he'd obviously underestimated her. He knew that it was likely that she might slice his leg, and that'd only put him at a disadvantage. He gently let go of her, but was ready to take her down at any moment.
"You're coming with me..." Bruce told her, pulling out a pair of wrist binds from his belt.
He wasn't going to take no for an answer. He knew she'd probably try and squirm her way out of going to prison, but he wouldn't allow it not this time. It didn't matter how beautiful she looked, that he wasn't going to save her. However, he heard some footsteps behind him, from the staircase, and swung around. There, at the door, was a group of armed thugs, carrying guns, baseball bats, anything they could find. Vincinni's men. Perfect.
"Well, well, look who's showed up..." one of them muttered, and Bruce gritted his teeth. This wasn't going to plan.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 15:19:48 GMT -5
She was shocked when he let her go. But that sigh. It got her right in the middle of the chest. It seemed with each increasing encounter they both had....it became more physical. Before she could even say a damn thing, Batman spun, her closely on his tail.
"Looks like we have to go through them first, if I'm going with you, Batman..." She murmured, green eyes flicking up to see if there was any reaction in those ice blue eyes of his. Glancing around, she had very few choices. Forfit the relic and flee, go for it despite the thugs AND Batman right there...or, what it seemed the two were about to do; engage the thugs.
Then she would run. But for now her claws went for her whip, the handle fitting perfectly in her gloved hand.
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Post by bats on Jun 26, 2011 15:41:24 GMT -5
Bruce didn't even want to acknowledge Catwoman's comment, and immediately went for the nearest thug, a huge fist slamming into his jaw and knocking him back into the others. The group advanced, but Bruce wasn't in the mood. He kicked and swung his fists, tackling a pair to the ground together. His movements were fluid and he made it look all easy as he threw pain into the thugs. He turned his head to check on Catwoman, and saw one thug, a bat in his head advancing behind her.
"Look out!" he shouted to her.
But as he did so, he felt two prongs going into his back, and he realised what had happened. Distracted, he'd let the thugs get the better of him, and one had jabbed a taser into his back. He felt the electricity surge through him, and cried out in pain as he crumpled down to the floor, unconscious.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 15:50:17 GMT -5
Several were down before she knew it, a sweeping kick taking out one thug, and her whip cracking with a snap of her wrist driving another back. A large thud caused her to turn, the thug weilding a bat right in her line of sight. Snapping her whip again, the man was snared, a red welt appearing where she had lashed him.
A swift kick, followed by a few fluid acrobatic flips, and Catwoman was shocked at what she saw. Batman, stunned, and on the ground. There was one last thug to deal with, then...it seemed she would need to deal with her pursuer. Unsheathing her claws, she lunged at the undeniably slow man, slashing his face. Crumbling into a wimpering ball, the man was down for at least a few minutes to tend his injuries.
Closing the distance to where Gotham's Dark Menace lay cumpled, she shifted her boot to toe at him before she moved to straddle him. Fingertips gingerly touched his mask as he made sure his chest was still rising and falling. What would be the fun in stealing if Batman was dead? Hell, it wouldn't be.
Partially torn, Selina wanted to root through his belt. But if Batman showed at the same place she was about to steal from...there had to be more. Crouching over his chest, one claw toyed with that emblem, before she patted his face. "C'mon. Wake-up..." She said.
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Post by bats on Jun 26, 2011 16:05:30 GMT -5
The dream. It was the same dream. He was walking, just like normal, just walking along calmly. He was holding their hands. His parents hands. They were walking along at night, a dark and cold alleyway. But there was somebody down at the end of the alley, walking towards them. He was a silhouette, a figure enthralled in shadows. But he'd stopped, and taken something from his pocket. A gun. A gun just like the toy one he had at home.
He couldn't make out any of the words, he just watched the man talk to his Dad, his Mom. Then it happened. BANG. BANG. The two adults next to him collapsed to the floor, and Bruce shook in fear. They were dead, he knew it, he didn't even have to look at them. He couldn't look at them. He looked up at the man in front of him, holding a smoking gun, and saw his face. A clown. The Joker. No, it was mutilated, it was Two-Face. No, it was Riddler. No, Killer Croc. No, Scarecrow. The face changed and warped, into everything turned to darkness, except for a shimmering light far away.
"C'mon. Wake-up..."
The white light grew, and suddenly Bruce found himself back where he was. He was Batman. He was on a roof. Above him, sat a beautiful young woman. Above him sat Catwoman. His eyes were only half-open, his body still in shock, but he nodded slowly to her, acknowledging her.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 16:31:44 GMT -5
Selina had to move from gentle mode, to more roughly shaking his shoulder. Near about to slap him, her claws were unsheathed, when he started to rouse beneath her. And just in time, too. Motioning to most of the fallen, unconscious thugs around them, she whispered to him,"Better get up. They're starting to move. And I doubt they're going to want to let two costumed hooligans escape a second time."
Semi-standing, Selina scooted off him, her face setting into a near grim expression. They were going to have to work together to get out of this one. And all she could think of was how she was not a team player.
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Post by bats on Jun 27, 2011 14:25:16 GMT -5
Bruce couldn't quite make clear in his head what was going on around him, but it soon cleared up to him. He was on the roof, obviously taken out, and Catwoman had...stayed. She'd helped him. Out of character, not her m.o. whatsoever. But he was thinking too formally. Maybe she was just being...kind?
"Better get up. They're starting to move. And I doubt they're going to want to let two costumed hooligans escape a second time."
"Fair point," Bruce nodded, and hauled himself up, back up to his towering position.
He turned his attention to the Vincinni compound, considering his options. He could run away. Or he could fight. But he could risk getting Catwoman hurt, and that wouldn't be fair. He paused for a moment, realising he wasn't even worried about her running away. He lead a confusing life.
"We need to bring them down," Bruce told her, scowling down at the compound.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 28, 2011 2:47:32 GMT -5
Selina just blinked. Was he really that daft? As he stood, she positioned herself slightly behind his left shoulder. "We just tried that. You were knocked out, Batman. You have another plan? Possibly one that involved that grapple and swingline, and maybe getting us over to the actual rooftop of this family?" She murmured lowly, eyes flicking behind them, where it seemed there was nothing but a clear path to the other rooftop.
And then, she could get in, get out, and be done. Part of her was second guessing this Batman. If he got knocked with such ease by a taser.....Catwoman sighed. In her mind, he was gaining speed on some of the rogue's and their antics.
"Up to you, Dark Knight..."
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Post by bats on Jul 6, 2011 15:20:22 GMT -5
"We just tried that. You were knocked out, Batman. You have another plan? Possibly one that involved that grapple and swingline, and maybe getting us over to the actual rooftop of this family?"
Bruce stared at her, evaluating what she'd said, in particular the hint of doubt she appeared to have. He'd slipped up. It wouldn't happen again. Surely she should know that he's not going to give up easily?
"I don't lose," Bruce told her, full of confidence as he pulled out his grapple hook.
"Up to you, Dark Knight..."
He fired the line off, and it flew off over to the roof of the compound and hooked on. The line was long enough for him to be able to swing through into a window and straight into the compound easy. He wrapped his arm around Catwoman's waist, so the pair could both swing across, and prepared to leap off.
"Have a little faith..." Bruce advised, as he threw himself forward, clutching Catwoman and the grappling hook.
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 13, 2011 21:03:52 GMT -5
Before she could utter any witty report, he grabbed her, holding her tight and they were in the open air, the brilliant move halted by the pelting of shattered glass on the two of them. So much for subtlety, it seemed. It didn't matter which side of the law they were on, these Gotham men were big on flashy entrances it seemed.
As her feet felt solid ground, she gingerly let go of Batman, brushing the glass off her leather costume. "Thank someone for leather..." She'd murmur, a hand settling on her hip as she looked at Batman. "What's your plan now? Continue the chase here, or are we parting ways? I'm guessing we have under 7 seconds to figure this out before a whole lot of folks are going to realize who just crashed through the window."
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