Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Nov 20, 2012 8:04:54 GMT -5
A message....a simple message. New words were needed to get his attention when it came to the people he knew. And when he saw that name on the screened computer in his eyes mask, he was alert to something being up.
And the message, he would come to her aid. He wouldn't leave Selina like that. She may be a crook. But an ally as well. And Batman seemed to have no problem with keeping her around. But he knew of several reasons possibly.
Nightwing had been on the outskirts of his town. It won't take him too long to get to Gotham. But long enough he could fear the danger could escalate from there. Though Nightwing would rush to her. He had tried to message back, but there was no answer.
Later in Gotham...he had tracked down her phone. The cell phone towers helped with that and his computer system. He had her location and was on his way.
After leaving the motorcycle, he went rooftop to rooftop. He'd be there for Selina. What ever was going on...he wasn't getting an answer. Tracking the number to a northern apartment. Dick kept log on this location.
He tried to follow the signal. Once on the roof, he'd have to track her himself. And in doing so, he would have to search the building.
There's wasn't much other choice and he needed to hurry. Nightwing climbed into the ventilation system and carried on through the unit. Down into the building he went. Listening for voices. Only answered by silence at first as he went down.
Then finding the sound of someone crying. A woman. And another voice speaking to the woman sobbing. Dick knew this was what he was looking for. That was his target and he followed it.
Finding himself on the floor in no time. But still hidden way in the vents. He then saw Selina on the floor in the doorway to an apartment.
Dick wasn't just going to sit back when he saw who the male voice belonged to. There he saw Dr. Crane. The Scarecrow. That was why Selina couldn't answer. What had he done to her?
Nightwing was half tempted to jump down into the hall. But could hear the voices and see their actions from where he was. In return to let Selina know he was there, he messaged her slightly on her phone. But the number coming up with no name and no direction number linked to him. So if Scarecrow took her phone he wouldn't know who it was.
It would be a distraction. But a signal to Selina that someone was there. He just need the right chance. He couldn't rush into this one. And seeing Scarecrow hand Selina a bowl. That didn't look threatening at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 2:51:39 GMT -5
He had acted kindly. That was something new. Then again, she wasn't aware that he was so ...kind, either. Jonathan Crane, The "Scarecrow," was kept at an arm's length from her in both her nightly endeavors, and her daytime duties. So when he gently guided her back toward the kitchen, she was ok.
She was ok to gently, cautiously take the saucer, and shakily bring it to her lips as she strove to keep it from sloshing over the side.
Stifling a hiccup, and then another, and finally, holding her breath to get her breathing under control, as her tears has finally slowed to a haphazard drip, she sipped the fresh cream, it dappling her reddish lips.
The only reason she did this was due to her phone. After she'd slipped it into her pocket, there was finally a response. Not that she'd been in a good position to find out where he was, she knew he was there. It wasn't nearly as palpable as when Batman was there..but she knew someone was. And as long as there was no threat..he'd stay hidden. And as long as she could get out before He showed, she'd be good.
Selina really didn't want Batman to see her here. She really didn't want Batman to see her, either.
It would just be so complicated.
So....she'd have to play this. Or, escalate. And more than certain, Dr. Crane knew what escalation, and recovery were about.
So as she finished the cream, one hand disengaging and shifting to his forearm to steady herself, she handed back the saucer, a barely audible "Thank you," falling from her lips.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Dec 27, 2012 14:36:37 GMT -5
Dr. Crane let he remove the bowl from his hands and begin drinking it. It was the least she could have done after causing him so much trouble, all over a bit of cream. Of course, he hadn’t minded one moment of her terror. When she finished drinking the doctor grabbed the top part of his mask and pulled it off his face. He shrugged her hand from his arm as she placed it, every pore in his skin protesting to the touch she had made, but he ignored it. She could set the saucer on the counter. The mask made a screeching noise before he was able to click off the fans and the distortion, giving him an even better excuse to move away from her. But when he did the fans came to a slow clicking stop and he placed the mask atop the counter.
There was no need to wear it further, Miss Kyle knew who he was and that he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. He was the arbiter of all that she was and ever will be, but her understanding of that fact was still yet to be determined. Dr. Crane reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wire frames glasses so that he could snap them open and adjust them lightly in place on the bridge of his nose. He had only taken his eyes off of Miss Kyle for a few moments at a time, not planning on giving her much time to change her mind about the surroundings, or give her a chance to be tempted into stealing anything.
This wasn’t a social visit after all. No matter how much she wanted it to be in the beginning looking for Edward. She was here now and she had come to him, which was her own mistake. “What brings you to my lab?” He spoke casually as if the incident with the elevator had never even happened and that things were as they were the first time she entered. After seeing that display, he needed something more, a bit more substantial….something on paper.
The doctor turned back to the front of her and locked his eyes with hers again. His hand gestured forward and he opened his mouth to speak but something caused him to pause. It seemed as almost all of the oxygen went out of the room and the walls began deadly silent. His eyes came unhooked from hers and turned up to the ceiling vent. His glacial eyes stared at the spot, into the slanted darkness within, completely removed from her current presence and he took short steps passed her until he was under it. Slowly he reached up his hand and pulled down a wire that had gotten hooked around it for some reason, a twist tie that had come loose from some packaging. There was no telling how it got up there but as the doctor held it between his fingers his attention diverted from the vent and focused on the object, lowering it to his level. It didn’t matter how it got there or why he noticed it at all, probably rapping against the side of the vent. The doctor tossed it on the ground and then turned back to Miss Kyle.
“Surely you were not expecting much of a social visit..”
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jan 3, 2013 23:37:26 GMT -5
Nightwing followed their way through to the apartment. His stealth kept him from being notice as he crawled along the ventilation system.
He had a few question to ask Selina when this was all over. Like why was she even going to this apartment? Who was she expecting to see? Or what was her plan with Crane?
By the looks of it, she seemed to be keeping up the act. And Crane seemed to be falling for it. But Dick had seen Selina in action may times. Her performances sometimes even having him fooled.
Though with how she was reaction to Crane he wouldn't notice it. There was something about Catwoman what would make you fall for it. But with the text he had gotten earlier and after observing her for a few moments, it was easy for him to see the difference.
Following them, he listened. And once in the other room, he watching their actions in the apartment. This when of for some time, until Crane seemed to have x-ray vision. He was looking in the direction of the ventilation system. Nightwing backed up as Crane approached the vent. Staying back in the shadows and out of the way.
It was soon known to him that Crane was just removing a bit of wire from the vent bars. And he was soon venturing off again, focusing back on Selina.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2013 3:30:45 GMT -5
Still trembling, still keeping up the act, it was tiring. After he removed the mask, she started to shake. Nodding as she watched him, curiously as he moved around the apartment, not his lab, but...Edward's appartment, she found herself clutching her purse and leaning against one of the walpapered walls.
...was he really asking her again, why she was here? She'd already asked him. And yes, it had been a social call. And considering her own quite intimate past with a certain mammilian family, Selina already knew who was here, and why there was some sort of debris in the vent.
Narrowing her eyes, Selina looked from Jonathan, to the vent, a faint, if brief smirk crossing her lips. "I...I believe I already answered that, Jon. I was here to drop in on Edward. And yes, it was a social call..." Her voice trailing, Selina shook her head slightly, running a hand through her hair.
Turning her eyes to Jon again, as they flickered toward the vent. "I just wasn't expecting you to be here. Or that you would have set up your....ah...lab." She continued. This was not her normal facade. It was even starting to irritate her as well. But hopefully, hopefully Nightwing would be able to hold Jon, if things came to that.
"...or that there would be crap in such a supposedly 'sterile' lab, as you're saying."
Gritting her teeth, her jaw flinching ever so slightly, Selina crossed her arms over her chest. If he was going to act this deluded, and think she was not going to 'remember' what he had just done to her, he was sorely mistaken. Even if she had somehow slighted him by turning away the milk the first time.
"What do you really want, Jonathan." Came flatly from her lips.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jan 9, 2013 9:55:58 GMT -5
The vent wasn’t given a second thought as his eyes focused now on Miss Kyle. He found the slightest amusement in the fact that she didn’t expect that he would have set up a lab here. Of course she didn’t know that he lived here, but after the fact? When was he ever without a lab. Perhaps it was out of respect for Edward that she expected this? But Edward and him had an understanding of what could and couldn’t go on in this place, even if it was silent. The point was that he had handed it over to him and that entailed doing whatever he wanted to it. If Edward ever wanted it back at any time he could give it to him, but he doubted that the man would ever take it back.
Her next statement, an insult about the cleanliness of his lab, caused a glare to flicker in his eyes. He had assured her earlier that it was sterile and he meant every word of it. It was perhaps her that didn’t understand the bigger picture. But he didn’t expect the young fraternizing feline to do much thinking. Dr. Crane didn’t often follow the doings of vigilantes unless it pertained to him, but he had heard enough whispers among rouges and between inmates of the Asylum of her…Habits with crossing the line.
“You misunderstand me Miss Kyle..” He spoke in his cryptic manner and turned from her, walking to an opening in the apartment that lead down a narrow hallway. He kept his eyes on her but moved through it only a short ways before he came to a door. She had wanted to see her ‘friend’ and she had come to his lab for this reason alone so why wouldn’t he attempt to give that to her? Dr. Crane opened the door and let the door swing open. There was a faint hue of a light emanating from inside but it wasn’t enough to light the way into the hall very clearly.
Once the door was open Dr. Crane leaned to the wall opposite the door. He stared in the room for a moment before he focused back on her. “You wanted to see him didn’t you?..” He responded to her flat tone, obviously changing her frightened mood. It was like she had suddenly come down from a high, extremely sobering. “I just want you to have what you came here for.” He extended his hand into the middle of the hall toward the doorway, obviously wanting her to step inside. She did say she wanted to see Edward and he could give that to her.
“I assure you…” His voice turned a bit darker. “It’s sterile…”
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jan 28, 2013 19:06:49 GMT -5
There wasn't much Nightwing could do at the moment. Crane was showing no aggression toward Selina. Only words were being exchanged between the two. And he wasn't about to blow the cover over minor words.
The tone to Selina's voice changed a bit toward the end though. Even this set off some alarm bells in Nightwing's mind. She needed to watch her tongue. And at this point, he was sure Crane was starting to see through her act to a point. She had come off too sharp at the end of those words.
All he could do at the moment was follow along in the ventilation as they moved through the apartment. Stealthily moving through the vents. No one would every know he was there. Unless Crane caught on to Selina looking toward the ventilation shaft.
Nightwing had a feeling Crane took that in as well. He was too observant not to notice the small twitches and motions of the eyes. That's how he could see the fear and know it was taking on someone's mind. But he could follow them as well. Taking up clues and hints to puzzles.
In position, Nightwing was ready to strike if Crane tried something. And leading Selina to a lab like this and his words, something was up.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2013 14:40:56 GMT -5
It was interesting how such a simple thing, such as Eddie's home, could take on such an ominous tone. Glancing down the hall, Selina looked up at the vent, and then to Jon, shaking her head. "Jon, I don't think I'm going go follow you. After that little trek up the elevator shaft, I'd worry I could taint some of your work, or worse, I might fall. It's almost like all the energy I once had, is gone. Drained, you know?" Selina stated, not wanting to follow.
Reaching into her purse, she'd pull out a little card, and scribble her number, and a message on the back to Edward. "Why don't you be a dear and pass this along to him, next time you run into him?" Even if that meant walking to her, getting the card, and handing it to Eddie, if he really -was- in the bedroom. She knew better than to head into a confined, tight space with Jon.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 3, 2013 16:54:16 GMT -5
Dr. Crane stood there at the door just waiting for her to receive what she had wanted all along. But she didn’t follow him, he expected as much. In the moments of her hesitation to do what she knew she needed to he leaned against the frame of the door, casually looking in. The features of his face seemed to thin for a moment before they changed into a curve that almost smiled inward. Whatever it was, was dropped immediately as he looked back to her and dipped his chin downward slightly.
It was a predatory gaze, the way he looked at her. Within her beautiful hesitation her eyes turned from him to another source. He didn’t look up to where her eyes glanced, but it was dually noted that it happened. One often looked for comfort in the presence of something threatening to their wellbeing. Where was her comfort coming from above? Dr. Crane’s head leaned against the frame and rolled to the side, looking at her from a slightly more relaxed angle. Did she really believe she wasn’t alone?
His mind dabbled into his own cryptics within which only he would have truly understood. It wasn’t until she pulled out a card and began to scribble upon it that his posture changed and straighten on the door. He slipped his hand left hand into his pocket, sliding his jacket partially out of the way as he walked to her to obtain it. “If I must relay it…” He spoke as if the event was rather an unnecessary and tiresome task. Slowly he lifted his defined corpse from the frame and stepped toward her to take the card from her hand. His fingers slipped over hers for only a moment as he grabbed it. His fingers were callused and rough from years of tiresome work. There was no telling how many chemical burns, how many fights he had been in with the other professionals and Batman himself. It had made his body a sculpture of the past. As quickly as it came he took the card and caught his glacial gaze to hers before he turned and went into the dark room.
A flicker of light came out into the hall as he went in and flipped on the switch. The light was barely notable and gave a red hue. “Hush…” He cooed to the other in the room that lay before him a mess. A small voice could be heard into the hall, it was one of distraught, a tired voice that had been broken down for weeks. “Shhhh It’s alright…” Dr. Crane proceeded in and knelt down by him. His hand slipped to his face and turned it to look into his eyes. His fingers pulled his purple tie that had been loosened already out of the way and pushed his green jacket a bit further off his shoulder to give him room to breathe. He looked so venerable. “Miss Kyle…Do you hear me?” he asked him, trying to get him to come back to reality. “Miss Kyle has a message for you….Right here on this card.” He cooed to him again hushing him as he coughed. “Don’t over exert yourself…She had a problem giving it to you herself so she asked me to…” He stared into his eyes and saw his exhaustion. “It’s unfortunate… But I’m sure by now she’s probably left.” His hand slid to his face and pulled down to his jaw. “Can you read it?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2013 15:44:03 GMT -5
Selina nodded, watching as Jon watched her. Observation. It was always with that scrutinizing gaze he followed her, it seemed. No matter were they at the Iceberg, or even here, at a seemingly mutual friend's house. She didn't like it. Even if he had been trying to be nice, and she had been too hasty. But something was off. She could feel it deep in her bones, in the tiniest, slight way his body shifted when she asked a simple thing. As if such a simple task could be done with little effort. How dare she begrudge him with it.
When his fingers brushed hers, there was that sense of...something. Wide green eyes went to follow his as he was casual, doubting her own absurdities in questioning him.
Well, what the hell was she supposed to do! He'd near killed her in an elevator when she'd come to make a damn housecall. To see an old friend she hadn't seen, well, since the China escapades. And that was rare. Her and Edward commonly met for tea and to chat after one of them were out of town. This was....too long. And after a brief check in Arkham and Blackgate....he hadn't been in either. Nor had Nina heard from him.
So could honestly...the most illogical thing...be the correct one? After Jon had calmly walked the short hallway to Edward's room, she could hear the coughing. And the gentle way Jon was speaking. And sadly enough, she felt compelled to follow. A finger was lifted to the vent, as if to tell him she'd be right back. Just wait. And then as she slung her handbag over her shoulder, Selina followed, her heels making a muffled clip as she walked nearly soundless to the bedroom's thresh-hold. But the room was empty. It seemed that Jon had turned into the extra bedroom that Edward had, a cross between a small sitting room, and a guest room. Turning and taking the few half steps to close the gap, she heard Jon speaking.
It took her a few moments to actually compose herself, but she did. And just as Jon had guided his jaw, and finished prompting him, did she finally move.
"No," came out softly. "I haven't left yet." She couldn't believe the ...atmosphere in this room. She'd felt it before. And hadn't really wanted to re-visiit that time in her life. But even as she attempted to gaze around Jon's hunched frame, she failed. So instead she lowered her bag to her feet, and walked to Jon, her hand going to his back in a silent request. She had to see for herself. Even if it was going to be the hardest thing she did see.
...especially considering the last time she'd spoken to Eddie ...was when he was in Africa.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 6, 2013 21:57:27 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had hushed him when he’d squirmed and moved again, it just seemed like he could barely lift his head to read it on his own. His bowler cap hung low, almost over his eyes as his head stayed at the tilt casting a shadow over himself and his body. The room was already poorly lit with a small red bulb in the top of the ceiling. It left an eerie shadow over the majority of the room but that was how Dr. Crane preferred it, there were certain reasons for just about everything he did, and nothing he did or said was without meaning or underlying meaning.
The card slipped between his fingers now that he was sure he couldn’t read it. This was just about the time that Miss Kyle had made her presence known behind him. He didn’t turn to her immediately, instead kept his focus on his letting his fingers slide to his jaw and across it. “You have a visitor..” He whispered to him and got up as she approached into the dim lighting. A feeling shot through his senses as something assaulted his shoulder. A simple touch made his entire body stiffen and his head rose from his position. It was an unwarranted touch and that was a reaction he simply couldn’t stop.
Dr. Crane stood slowly, a darkness flashing into his eyes and abruptly leaving before he turned to face her, still blocking her way to him. The doctor locked eyes with her. “Be gentle…His eyes haven’t quite opened…” He spoke softly before he walked to the side and then directly passed her to let her converse with him, or look as she wished. Dr. Crane doubted he would be doing much talking, as he could barely talk moments ago, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t free to speak with him. He moved away from her and toward the frame of the door so they could speak.
Miss Kyle was an interesting Professional indeed but she was just like the rest of them. A blind and foolish part of the flock that could be led with the right trigger. All it took was a simple lure and they would fall into their own oblivion one by one, meaninglessly driving to their own end. She was no exception to the rule, Though….Miss Kyle was certainly of a different breed. For that reason alone she sealed her fate with him from the moment they locked eyes at the door. How could he resist? She would be a beautiful part of this…Absolutely stunning
A clatter his the ground behind her and he moved to shut the reinforced door. The needle that hit the ground inside the dark room was empty, and clacked to the floor behind her. The needle head had been depressed, it had been used. He quickly shut the door and locked the latches on the top and the bottom immediately. There was a glass on the door, but of course it was custom and bullet proof, as standard for most medical doors. His hands pressed to either side of the window to watch her, waiting for whatever glory to unfold before his eyes. His body pressed to the door and slid against it, wanting something that no one could see but himself.
“So beautiful..” He spoke softly to the glass just as the man on the floor began to stir. His eyes were fixated on her and what she was to do as the man lifted his head and opened his eyes to reveal a stranger to her….A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2013 18:44:03 GMT -5
She was dumb. Intuition had been trying to guide her, and she had ignored it for the light tugging of heartstrings. Fuck. Even as everything seemed to move in a flash, it was still too quickly. Jon stiffened beneath her fingers; she realized with a jolt that the man...no..the body in bowler hat was not Edward. A clatter brought her back to her senses as she saw the good doctor flee the room, the sound of dual locks clicking shut echoing in her ears.
She should have just left, manners be damned. Well, hopefully Dick would have enough sense to do -something- when only Crane left, and she didn't. Glancing quickly between the shambling invalid, who was creeping and agitating a bit more than he had been, and the face at the window, she shook her head sadly. Scanning the floor she nudged the needle closer to her; delicately picking it up and depositing it into her purse. Thankfully, THANKFULLY she still had that thing around. In the moment it took her to drop the syringe in, she was able to remove her baton for a second time, the cool metal shkkknk! whispering quietly as a flick of the wrist opened it.
It was a shame Jon hadn't seen that little pretty in the elevator. Her other hand went to her pocket, plucking out her cellphone. Well, if he wasn't going to play fairly, neither was she. A quick little text was sent before she pocketed the device, quickly moving her purse to a corner of the small, red-lit room.
Now if only she could somehow block the window, she'd be set. Eyes scanning, she noted little items here and there, but nothing that the drugged man would be able to injure himself with, or nothing of readiness for her to use.
She sighed. If he was expecting a show, maybe she'd give him one. But her acting skills were running a bit low right now, after the little elevator episode. So while she could feel the dual sets of eyes on her, she turned to the ones to her left, and gave a rather sultry wink to Jon, before focusing her full attention on the room, and the man before her. Everyone knew a cornered kitty was no fun.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Mar 6, 2013 21:59:20 GMT -5
Watching the scene unfold from the vent, Nightwing took note of Crane's actions. There was something off about the way he was acting out with leading Selina into the room to see Nigma. Even for how close they may be something struck the wrong cord.
There was another little hint of his body language. Crane seemed to really want this to work in some way. Nightwing picked up on subtle clues around the place.
He backed off for a moment to dig through some computer files on his mask. Backing away from the room, though leaving a bug to listen in.
Sitting almost above the other room, there was a slight commotion going on within several minutes. Nightwing lay in waiting like a lion observing its prey. Strike too soon and the advantage would be lost.
He phone went off, but he did not need to look at it to know who it was from. As Crane has his back turned to the living quarters behind him, Nightwing crossed down into the new surrounding. More to take in than just the sight from the cramped ventilation system.
Nightwing was like a shadow. Moving unseen and unheard. Much like his mentor, the years paid off.
As Crane lay close to the door trying to watch his little games unfold. Nightwing took the advantage. From the other side of the room, he tossed a line with a weight at Crane's leg. The line would wrap around his leg and in no time, Nightwing would put tension on the other end of it. This would bring Crane face down to the floor and Nightwing would drag him back away from the door.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 21, 2013 13:07:39 GMT -5
Every delicate curve of her features became a part of his experiment. Nothing went unnoticed from the small window that he used to keep an eye on his patients. It wasn’t a very sturdy window, but it was enough for what he needed. It was important to put distance between him in the subject, not that he was afraid to walk right in, as he had on several occasions done just that. He wanted to be able to possess his research but not interfere with it to the point to where it changed. It was a rough pull that tugged at him from both sides constantly. But his feature stilled in awe, only showed by the small pawing of his fingers to the glass.
His eyes shot immediately to her hands as something extended from them. So she had a weapon on her… It wasn’t too surprising, knowing her nature. He had heard many things about this feline of a woman and how woefully witchy she could be in her method. But it wasn’t damming for her to carry weapon in her line of work regardless. “Apparently the cat didn’t want to break a claw..” He spoke softly to the window, far too close to it than an normal man that wasn’t obsessed would be.
He saw the sudden fear appear over the man’s features. What could he say to describe such a perfect position? Such a perfect expression? Dr. Crane’s only reaction that he could muster was a longing groan to possess it with his hands. The man dressed in wolfs clothing slowly managed to get to his feet, it was an impressive feature for one dosed with so much. It wasn’t odd for a man to simply roll on the floor and believe he was standing but this one actually seemed to see the world around him as it was, or as he thought it was. He knew that he had an intense fear of disease and with his time limit he could only speculate what he was seeing. The man’s eyes glossed over as he stared at the woman in front of him and he began to scream at her “STAY BACK… STAY BACK”. His posture became hostile and his limbs shot out protectively. But the screams were short lived toward her as he looked down at his own arms. “Oh God… OH GOD!!! What’s wrong with my arms?!!” He plead with himself and her, almost to tears.
It was such a beautiful sight to see. But just as he was beginning to soak the best part the perfect scene started moving away from him, or rather him from it. His hands slid down the door but his feet came out from underneath him. His face cracked hard against the ground and he groaned out in pain. What was going on? He thought he might have broken his nose, but it wouldn’t be the first time. Many Vigilante and even more Professional have tried to break his features on his face.
There was no panic in his eyes. There was only loss of the image that he once desired to see. Dr. Crane felt himself being pulled back and he flipped around to the front, twisting whatever was around his legs. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a sickle from the left side. He tossed it directly at his assailant with little mercy as to where it would land. In the same motion he reached into his right jacket flap and pulled out another to try and cut the wire. He hooked it underneath and rubbed but the wire far far too durable. He looked up to The shadow of the bat “You’re going to have to wait your turn…”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2013 10:11:18 GMT -5
Selina rolled her eyes. She'd been duped. And duped well at that. Jon had played her at her most vulnerable. But he was not going to win this round. After turning away from the window, and the clinical, yet intrigued look of Dr. Crane, she focused on the man before her. Who, while dressed in some of Eddie's fine clothing, was now standing. And standing well, considering he had been dosed with who knows how much chemical Jon had given him. And while she lightly gripped the baton in her hand, she was even more shocked the man was able to form such coherent words while standing.
But that was short lived. Because Ed, as she was going to dub this man (who also was doing no justice to the fine shirt and pants he was wearing, sadly), was freaking out. About his arms. Rolling her eyes, Selina nodded, quietly mumbling, "I am standing, and staying back. How about I get us out of here, and get the doctor to ..help you?" Pointing in the dim light to the opposite direction, she urged the man that way, hoping the red light would distort his perceptions enough to get him the hell away from her. "You go that way..." she gingerly coaxed Ed. "I'll try knocking on the door for him." She nearly purred.
With a faint hope, she noticed there was no face at the small window. Running a few fingertips along the outline of the door proved little help. No door handle, no way to force the door open. Save for...where was it...ah. The hinges. Aligning her body perpendicular to both door, and Ed, Selina adjsusted her grip on the baton a bit as she eyed the clearly hallucinating man.
Sadly, it seemed Jon was getting no show from her end this evening. Raising her arm, she brought the baton down once, then twice with a loud metallic crash against the lower hinge, hoping it would dislodge slightly. Between her own machinations, she heard a rather loud 'thump' from outside. Curious. Quite curious. Sadly, though, 'Ed' turned away from freaking out about his arms and turned toward her. Not that she wanted to incapacitate that man, she took a few more swings at the lower hinge, kicking it once with her foot as she watched it fall away.
One more to go....
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