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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 2:39:55 GMT -5
Even the pressurized sensitivity of his suit couldn't measure the amount of heat he suddenly felt pressed so close against him despite the cold bite of the night air. Her lithe, lightweight form was clad in that unmistakable thermal-heated, protective leather bound suit--distinct, functional for its practical use, and... eye catching. Through the glide of towering buildings, his grip about her curved form was not a loose one--especially given the 60 or so some odd stories high they were above the concrete ground. They now arrived atop a shadowy building just upon the outskirts of uptown Gotham and midtown.
His landing was smooth, well defined, something he had taken years to perfect especially when catering to a second person's weight under the sensitive hold of his specialized cape. Now standing face to face upon the graveled surface of the building's rooftop--she would suddenly find the finger cuffs he had affixed to the clawed portion of her gloved hands were removed, subtly placed back within the confines of his faint gold utility belt. Cape drawn about his chiseled, dark form. His unblinking white gaze now stared intently at her own smaller, feminine frame before him--jaw taut, stoic.
[glow=navy,2,300]"You were looking for me?"[/glow] He then asked, tone gruff, baritone, graveled. [glow=navy,2,300]"You've got my attention, not my compassion--don't mistake the two."[/glow]
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 8, 2011 3:35:54 GMT -5
She had barely enough time to chit chat, yet alone snap off something snarky after he had shot the line, the cold whipping through her. Normally it wouldn't affect her, yet even the close vicinity to a long-term, yet atypical partner was not sinking in tonight. At least the weightlessness of their flight was giving her some relief from her pain for the evening. It was the small things in life one had to take in stock. Even as her feet finally found solid ground,she nodded grimly to the man she knew quite well, and didn't know at all. As her first restraints were removed, and the second; hopefully noted;, especially considering she had entirely restricted herself during the entire trip, she was finally able to eke out a smirk. "Your's are always more fun," she teased, a claw slipping out to disengage her own pair of cuffs from her wrists. Cocking a brow, she snickered, waving the clawed fingertip at him. "Compassion? You? I didn't even realize you knew the word."
She was giving him attitude like always, but she was fighting just as hard to keep a cool face like normal. Especially considering Hawkgirl. "We need to talk. Considering you picked up on the clues quicker than birdgirl, well, it's pretty serious." Those green eyes sought out his own ice blue as she waited to gauge his response before delving into her twisting, twining tale.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 4:00:46 GMT -5
Still shrouded in the inkiness of his caped uniform, the shadows seeming to cling to him like a second skin, his gruff tone was heard against the purring candor of her own tenor.
[glow=navy,2,300]"I suspect this unconventional meeting between us has something to do with the FBI's involvement in Gotham?" [/glow]
That was Batman, not one for small talk. Right. To. The. Point.
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 8, 2011 4:03:55 GMT -5
She raised a brow. "And they call you the 'World's Greatest Detective.'" She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest, the briefest of winces flashing over her eyes. "Man, nothing like backtracking your own beaten trail, cuffing myself like an offering, and even being non-combative with that bitch as clues, either!" Was her next quip. Eyeing him up and down in his little inky cocoon, Catwoman nodded. "Trouble from both sides. And I'm sick of it."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 4:29:38 GMT -5
[glow=navy,2,300]"Both sides,"[/glow] He pounced on her last words, taking them into account. [glow=navy,2,300]"One of the two sides has coverage with the presence of Hawkgirl, my people, and me... You know this fact--given your backup call placed to my colleague minutes ago--Nightwing."[/glow]
He stated the last part with a certain omniscient air.
[glow=navy,2,300]"And the other side? Someone else in contact with you about the FBI situation? I need names, Catwoman."[/glow]
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 8, 2011 4:31:52 GMT -5
"Oswald. Fries. Who-ever else you can name that hates you." She spat at him, narrowing her eyes to mere slits at him. "For some reason, they want me to 'distract you' enough that the FBI can move in and eliminate you. Then the city will be Batman free. Save for Eddie..." She mused slightly on that last name. "Using me. Distraction. You." She huffed; clearly insulted by the insinuations. Not that she couldn't do it, it was just...she didn't do as was told. She wasn't a damn dog.
"And there is the fact the FBI infiltration has caused more problems for both of us, respectfully. And it seems there has been a rash of, well, injuries for some upper-class as well. I think it's because the FBI is focusing...incorrectly. And hell, we have you to patrol." Hopefully her last words were soft enough to warm that cool chill he was giving off
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 4:40:02 GMT -5
So the scum of Gotham had decided to pool together as a means to rid him over the likes of the FBI, had they? Using Catwoman as their distraction? Might've been a good ploy if Catwoman wasn't... well... Catwoman. Last he knew her entire persona to be was the fact that she harbored an independence streak just as wide as his was, and just as stubborn.
[glow=navy,2,300]"I'm sure the request went against your very grain. Dogs are trained to do tricks, not cats."[/glow] He replied in thought.
[glow=navy,2,300]"Still, given your base of knowledge--and especially with the eyesore the Feds’ presence has caused--you're a welcome distraction.” [/glow] He finally stated, cutting through the silence; the white lenses within the eyeholes of his scowling mask now slid back to expose his steely sharp blue gaze as if to give him a just a small touch more of humanity.
[glow=navy,2,300]"I want them out of this city as much as you do, even more so given some of the stories I'm starting to hear about unjustified brutality. Do you have any idea which upper class citizens have been victimized by such specialized treatment from the Feds?"[/glow]
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 8, 2011 4:41:54 GMT -5
She shrugged, the question slipping off her shoulders like the cool autumn breeze surrounding them. "I have heard only rumors, but they seem to be those surrounding Bruce Wayne, and that sort of socialite." Was all she would say for now. The idea of her saying she had been joyriding with Wayne's son would spark more questions that she'd rather not answer. Turning back to look at him, she startled lightly, those eyes revealed from behind the white lids he utilized so much.
"I'd rather it always be a one-on-one thing, Batman. The feds are just mucking it all up." Clearing her throat, she went back on track, if only slightly. "I'd just rather not be told what to do, by both sides. I do what I want, not what is dictated to me."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 4:46:14 GMT -5
Silence followed her last statement, his lips pressed firm. Her statement of acting as she pleased in HIS city didn't go unnoticed, not in the least. Finally he would speak against the dark quiet in the space between them.
[glow=navy,2,300]"Who was the last person to try and coax you into this ploy? Where were they located?" [/glow]
He finally shrugged his cape back some to reveal the armored black form beneath; the faint gold glint of his belt now seen offsetting the large black bat insignia on his broad chest.
[glow=navy,2,300]"You do what you want for NOW because I allow it."[/glow]
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 8, 2011 4:48:56 GMT -5
She almost hissed at him, but thought better of it. Engaging him in any way physically would have her on the losing end, and that would just bring more attention to her than she wanted right now. Instead she bit her lower lip; almost drawing blood. "Cobblepot. I don't know where he is currently with the take-over." She gave up, shifting her eyes to his belt. One of her favorite things to tinker with. Tearing her attention away, she looked up at him once more. "Considering I'm refusing to be played as a pawn for the other side....and the FBI is not exactly allowing you to help, has that infamous brain of yours thought up anything good?" There was the briefest heartbeat of pauses, "Because I have an idea."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 5:00:40 GMT -5
Sharp blue eyes watched the Cat before him, jaw set and firm. His hand had moved to his own set of specially crafted graphite cuffs on his belt (moved to the opposite side past the smoke bombs considering Catwoman seemed to have taken a mental map of his devices) but paused as he noticed her catching her movements. Something was different, slightly, about her. It was so subtle he wasn't surprised he had missed it at first, but it was when he delivered his own quip of control to her words that his suspicions were now confirmed. She was low key in her mannerisms, almost meek, almost as if protecting a wound or working through the ache of a sprain.
[glow=navy,2,300]"I've had some thought over this, never promised to be good." [/glow]He retorted. [glow=navy,2,300]"And if your idea has something to do with a brief period of immunity under my watch, then consider this a small truce for now. You know the inner workings of the streets, valuable knowledge. You’re on a very short leash of trust with me." [/glow]
He watched her closely and then leaned close in his eerie way of intimidation, allowing his shadow to loom over her.
[glow=navy,2,300]"I’ll be watching every step and move you make, waiting for you to just give me one reason to add to whatever injuries you're hiding now. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise.”[/glow]
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 8, 2011 5:03:00 GMT -5
At least they were on the same page. And to that she gave a small nod, agreeing with him. "Are we going to have any set meet-ups, or?" She offered, pretty sure he was studying her just as intently as she was watching him shift. His gaze was almost too intense, and her own hunch was acknowledged when he leaned in close; close enough that her claws did swipe at his chest, across that emblem of the night rat he wore so proudly. Not that he intimidated her; it always egged her on in some form or the other. And this time it was with her claws, her left hand swiftly pulling away as she clucked at him with her tongue. "And you're telling me that you've never done a patrol with an injury, Dark Knight?" She teased, holding her hand out to watch the moon glint off her claws.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 5:07:08 GMT -5
He didn't even flinch at her light swipe across his emblem, the sharp steel of her claws merely grazing across the specialized armor of his suit. Though his face portrayed nothing, eyes as cold as the steel of her swipe, deep, deep, DEEP down... he couldn't help but secretly enjoy the feisty movement and attitude. The complex beauty that was Catwoman...
[glow=navy,2,300]"We seem to be good at finding one another when need be. We'll meet again soon."[/glow]
His answer to her question about more rooftop rendezvous occurrences being stated, he shifted some and the grapple gun clasped to his belt was removed. White lenses slid back over the eyeholes of his mask, hiding his humanity and the grapple gun was lifted towards the inky sky.
[glow=navy,2,300]"There are always injuries to be had on my patrol, Catwoman--the ones I give to those who ask for them.” [/glow]
CRCHT-FWOOSH!
His grapple gun fired and just like that he rocketed silently up off the rooftop, taking to an epic swing through the glow of the gothic stone towers before them, disappearing from sight. He was just starting this case and still the unjust filled the streets... There were others he needed information from. Question for starters, Hawkgirl as well.
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