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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on May 2, 2013 14:23:53 GMT -5
Nightwing had a clear image of Dr. Crane with the view from his mask. He could see all his actions, knowing he would try something to attack back. Even if it was minimal.
He had pulled out an escrima stick to block the incoming item. It was all too easy for him to avoid such a thing. And his escrima sticks were durable.
Not letting up on the tension on the line, Nightwing heard Dr. Crane. The pull was slow for a moment to hear him, but after he pulled in a shift motion to keep the drag.
"I'm sure you can tell...I'm not one to be kept waiting," Nightwing commented back as he jerked on the line, pulling Crane to the center of the open floor.
Nightwing jumped out from his hiding and grabbed Crane, keeping hold of him and slamming him into a wall. Holding Crane against it.
"I don't play by your rules," Nightwing replied icily to Crane.
He was in no mood to be toy with. Selina was in trouble. She had asked for his help. He wasn't going to let her come to any harm in the hands of Dr. Crane.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 14, 2013 16:02:15 GMT -5
Dr. Crane was far too busy at the moment to be able to deal with Miss Kyle. She was a smart woman….To some men, not to him. But she would be able to find her way out or die trying in there. It would all be a product of how she would handle her fear in the situation. God, he would die to see it at that moment but a certain rope around his legs was preventing him from doing anything. The sickle wasn’t working, the cord was far too strong and he was getting closer to the shadow.
Dr. Crane tried to trash at him as he was jerked, he let go of the other sickle as he was picked up and thrown to the wall. The skeleton of a man nearly lost his breath as his back collided with the wood behind it. He spurted and sputtered for a moment before a large gasp of air came back into his throat. The doctor couldn’t help himself. An unstable smile formed across his lips at those words and his icy cold stare bore into the young boys mask. “You would rather hold me here and let her die?” The scarecrow mused for him. “In about 30 seconds you won’t have a choice anymore…Pity…..In my world…” He clenches his teeth and made them crack and pop like gravel in front of him. “You have no choice but to play by my rules."
His hands writhed in the strong boys grip. It was the only downfall to being the skeleton that he was, though it came with its perks. He was limber and he was quick, just the slightest movement and he could get free, but Dr. Crane would rather get inside the boys fear full mind. “So the question is…” He heaved through tight breath but brought his voice down to a whisper. “What do you fear most?...Leaving me unattended….Or leaving her to die..” He posed the Ultimate question in which he was fascinated with the answer. It was all his observation…All his experiment that they had all managed to get themselves far too involved in.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 19:44:00 GMT -5
Glancing over her shoulder, she wasn't too fond of the view of the man screaming at his arms. Nor of the fact that he was utterly decimating one of Edward's nicer suits. And shirts. And the small little guest room that Jonathan had stripped. So if there were fear in her eyes, it was not due to her current surroundings, or company. Using her baton, she went after the second hinge, several strong hammer-hits to it wrenching it free, before she was able to tug it loose, loose enough to tug at, the jagged metal catching her arm, and hand.
"Damnit..." She murmured, cradling her arm for a moment, before glancing over her shoulder to feel slimy fingers in her hair. "Back up!" She firmly told the injected man, before prodding him with her baton. She had heard a faint, barely perceptible thud outside the rather heavy door. Gently she went to press the door, glancing over her shoulder once, then twice at the crazy man. Feeling a bit of give, a firm kick once, then twice dislodged the heavy door, as it fell and crashed into the hallway, and plummeting into the wall, a gaping hole left there.
"You're going to be covering those costs, Crane..." Selina murmured, Stepping over the door, and stepping to where Crane was backed against the wall, Dick...no...Nightwing having him seemingly under control. If anything, her hair was mussed. Her outfit a bit...shifted. But she was a picture of calm. The sort of calm that comes before a horrendous, devastating storm. "Nightwing, why don't you subdue faux-Eddie in there. I'll handle Jon here..." Green eyes flicked from the masked hero, to the man nearly at eyesight, to the room. Tossing her purse to cover the several feet into the living room, Selina easily sidestepped around the felled door, to allow the Bat-son entrance. Her fingertips caught his arm before he entered, her eyes locking to his in an unspoken conversation. He knew what to do.
It only took her a second to have the tall, lanky, minorly bruised man on the floor. A quick, gentle fingertip to one of the new, blossoming bruises on his face, and he would be on the ground. A quick pressure point, and he'd crumble.
"Oh Jon..." Selina sighed, slinking to where he was still sprawled on the ground of the hallway, effectively straddling the man across his chest and lower abdomen. Using her baton to flick the remaining sickle out of his grasp, she leaned over to his right, grabbing it. A few seconds were taken to run a fingertip over it's edge, her tongue tsk'ing at the weapon. "While I do have to admire your dedication to the concept...it's not nearly as good as claws, no?" She drew out, a focused calm blanketing each word that fell from her lips. Almost if he weren't a man that had terrorized her, of a quasi-friend that she'd shared a laugh and drink or two with. A lover. Someone who held a sort of adoration, instead of a crippling fear.
Yes, her eyes were tearstained. Yes, her outfit was slightly rumpled. But she was utterly focused on the man beneath despite the few anguished cries from the room, and the subsequent thumping. Shaking her head, her face seemed to crumple in defeat, surrender, or something. Until one looked closer, and saw that gimlet shine in her eyes. There was the absence of one thing. The one thing he lived for; fear. Slowly a smile crept onto her face, as she would shake her head.
"You're a fool, Crane." She'd state, a low purr in her voice. Watching his face, she'd wait for the recognition, if any to pour across his face. The realization it had been all an act. That he'd never done more than irritate her like a buzzing fly.
While one and would press the baton to his neck, another would slowly go to unbutton his..no, Edward's shirt. "This isn't yours..." And if he would even start to argue that point, her hand would flick quickly, a loud crack as she'd slap him, her hand connecting solidly with his cheek.
"You have exactly two minutes...one hundred and twenty seconds to explain where the HELL Edward is, and why you would do what you just did, to me. And I don't want to hear a damn thing about me being rude and refusing your cream offering....Try a damn thing...an injection....anything....and you'll have wished you wouldn't....." Her hand replaced the baton at his throat, her wrist snapping the baton across his fingertips with another crack.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jul 2, 2013 13:39:57 GMT -5
Nightwing had Scarecrow pinned. He could easily end this all now. Hold him off, leaving him for police to come and get the scum.
Yet, there was another problem. Selina. Scarecrow was right. He couldn't let harm come to Selina. There was an unspoken tie between the two. And Scarecrow was playing the victim card once again. The Achilles heel the bat-family. A life for a life behind bars.
Nightwing's eyes narrowed more to Scarecrow's threat. To pick, it was easy to know what he would do.
"That's not how it works for us," Nightwing said. He had heard the first thud at the door.
And with the second, the large door came toppling down. Nightwing and Crane far enough away, it could cause no trouble to them. Selina came strutting out of the room, looking a mess. Though for a woman like her....it was hard to say she didn't look hot either way.
At her words, Nightwing gave a slight frown. He pulled Crane away from the wall and once more slammed him into it. Letting go of the skeleton man, to fall to the ground.
Nightwing passed Selina, feeling the slight touch on his arm as he passed her. Looking to her, there was concern for her written on his face. But the slight glance between them as they passed said a silent, 'this isn't how it work'.
He knew he was making a mistake leaving her to fight for herself. Arguing with her would be pointless at that time. Though his look clearly stated that like Batman, he couldn't be told what to do like a lacky. Nightwing knew though that she needed this chance. For him to be out of ear range. But he never was.
He enter the room seeing the terrified man on the floor. Any sudden movements and Nightwing would attack. He approached as if he was going to restrain the man. Always having a plan within the movements. Never taking the chance to leave others vulnerable. He was within easy distance to aid Selina if needed and two day to restrain the victim.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 14, 2013 13:47:19 GMT -5
Over the years it had become no secret that Catwoman had been moonlighting with the other side of the line. He may be able to say that it wasn’t the way it worked but it was exactly how it worked. He was going to have to make a conscious choice between what he feared most. But that was how it always was in life and Miss Kyle was no exception to the rule, right now she was making her way through each of her fears in that room and watching another live his own.
The Scarecrow was roughly slammed against the wall again and he groaned and wheezed just as before. He could take as many of those blows as this worthless waste wanted to give him. But then the door came down. His eyes shot to the hall, finally breaking his gaze with Nightwing’s to find Miss Kyle exiting the room. She was no longer the timid woman that was in the elevator shaft or the naïve woman that walked right into his spider web. She emerged confident and ready to do what she wanted to do.
Before he even had a chance to react Miss Kyle had thrown herself up and tossed him to the ground. His back hit hard against the ground and he lost his wind in that instant, staring up at her. Seductively she sat atop him, but reminded him why he was there as he boney knees dug into his sides. It didn’t take much for that to be enough pressure to be painful, as he was skin and bones already. As her hand came to touch his face his cold eyes locked with hers, refusing to remove. Dr. Cranes lip lifted somewhat and a sharp breath came through his teeth as her nail rubbed up against a bruise. He enjoyed it more than she would probably ever know.
He was disarmed and her tongue ran over his rusted weapon, being a masochist to herself. It almost made him smile. What was she trying to do? Seduce him? It wouldn’t work…..Dr. Crane didn’t have these kinds of weaknesses. Perhaps Nightwing would fall to her charms, but she didn’t have the capability to catch his attention. Or so he thought. But suddenly her fingers went down to begin unbuttoning his shirt…..Or Edward’s shirt. They were roughly the same size, Dr. Crane enjoyed believing that he was a bit taller than him. His breathing increased a hair as each button popped but nothing compared to the crack that suddenly came across his face.
His neck cracked and was left to one side for a moment before he brought his gaze back to her. A sinister smile formed on his face as his senses tingled, ever the masochist was underneath her. The more pain she caused and the more damage she did was only making the doctor more and more interested by the moment. But not in the way that one would take a woman or want to court someone. No, his mind was in the damage he could do in return to that mind underneath her unkempt hair.
Her demands didn’t sit well with him. Dr. Crane wasn’t the type to take orders from much of anyone, and even the ones he did he hardly admitted to. But already she had begun to ask all of the wrong questions. “Edward…” He whispered up to her and brought his face up and closer. He let her ran run up against his bare chest and made his elbows give him an amount of solidity to the ground. “Is out of your reach..” His cryptics reached far and wide. Dr. Crane stayed as still as he could underneath her, no need to get that felines fur on end….Yet.
The man in the room that Nightwing had entered was still frantic. He was screaming on the floor and now arching his back at times. The skin on his back was beginning to peel in his mind and sloth off from his body, leaving everything exposed to the toxin air around him. He wasn't going to let him get close without a fight.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 20:05:34 GMT -5
Her face remained impassive. Of course he wasn't going to say a damn word about Edward. No doubt Edward hadn't told him a damn thing, or had sworn him to say not a word, or given him a riddle. As the screaming unrelented from her right, she called out to Nightwing, "Just lock him back in the room. I'm done here, so you might want to deal with Dr. Crane." Selina didn't have time for this sort of bullshit, and while Jon was soiling Edward's nice things, she didn't care. It was like a breath exhaled; she just. Didn't. Care. Anymore. That was that. She wasn't going to play the game anymore. And if anything, Crane knew that. She was just going to break that little psychological cycle, and refuse.
As her grip softened ever so slowly on his neck, she noted the red on his cheek from where she slapped him. It was sad, really. He was trying to fuck with her mind. It was far too bad she'd already learned how to utilize her own masks to get beyond horrifics, and how to hold her own. The Scarecrow could only throw so much crap at her, and all she'd do is laugh. Unless he sought to inject her with some sort of...serum. Other than that, it was all a child's game to her. Toying with her mind? Me-ow. He'd have to try better. Dropping an elevator? Imitating her good friend, and locking her in a room? He had to know better about her skill at getting out of things. And now this? She liked Riddles, not cryptic, asinine statements.
Caressing his throat with her thumb, Selina is biding her time until Nightwing locks the man in, and can take over for her. It's too bad she doesn't have something to bind him with, be it her rope, or a pair of handcuffs. "Nightwing, see if there is some sort of sedative on his table, even...something." She states, sick of biding her time with the good Doctor.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 2, 2013 11:32:55 GMT -5
Nightwing watched as the man squirmed about. Watching the man act like he was possessed by something. His eyes wide with terror. Flailing his head about as he cried out in fear.
Approaching slowly, he assessed the situation. The room was darkened. And turning on any lights might send this guy to find more shadows like a roach. And possibly toward the darkness of the night outside the windows.
Nightwing was going to try and avoid what ever he could cause the man further terror. But as he approached, the man seemed to grow more violent in his actions. His fear to soon turn toward Nightwing.
He pulled out a syringe of his own. It was something Batman had always required for them to take with them, along with how Batman kept a piece of kryptonite with him. This was always to be ready. And they had a substance to help slow down the main venom in the Scarecrow's fear toxin.
Trying to wait it out for the reaction of the terrified man, Nightwing was getting no where. He needed to take quick action. As soon as he could, he dodged off into the darken of the room when he knocked out one light with a wingding.
As soon as the man was search frantically in panic over the man disappearing, Nightwing took moments to strike. Lunging out at the man syringe in hand the man was trapped in his grip. Getting the needle in, Nightwing managed to inject it, but before he could the man moved quickly to strike back as soon as he had.
The man had taken the syringe out from his arm, and stabbed in back at Nightwing. Stabbing him in the neck, off the to the side of his throat. This was enough to cause such pain that Nightwing lost his grip and went after the pain.
A fatal mistake on his part, but it needed to be done to avoid further damage had the man thought to strike where the syringe was gabbed. Nightwing removed it, only to find the man lunging at him in turn. Swing and scratching at Nightwing. A nail catching along the hair line of Nightwing forehead causing an open wound and blood to start to spill out. Nothing painful at all to Nightwing.
It was a challenge to try and restrain the man before the sedative and serum kicked in.
"I've got my hands full...at the moment," Nightwing called out toward hearing Selina's voice. His own barely full tone after that stab to the neck.
The man literally was trying to bite him at this point after Nightwing wrestled against the scratching and punching. He got his chance and tossed the man back. Causing him to roll over the bed and land with a thud on the other side. Nightwing would grab from some vials of chemicals. Quickly placing them in his gauntlet. He'd figure one of the combinations soon enough, but for now.
The man got up and was coming at him again. Nightwing did not want to harm the victim as they fought. And the man's actions where growing slower as the sedative was kicking in. They'd see about the serum after he came too again.
Nightwing stuck back as the man missed several times. And he knocked him off his feet. The man falling to the floor. And tried to get up again. Grabbing hold of the table, knocking things off it as he tried to steady himself. The sedative was in affect. And no sooner was taking him out, as the man fell to the ground. Nightwing approached slowly, then checked the man's pulse. He was out for now. So Nightwing tied his hands behind his back and carried him to the doorway for now.
He came back out, and had been holding back against the pain. And not it had taken more effect as he had almost dropped the man to the door. The needle must have jarred when the guy had stabbed him, he hadn't noticed as much til after all. His mind had been so focused. Even with the same mark of the needle it had gotten bent and left a larger opening and the man had manage to scratch into it further.
The blood from his forehead ran lightly down the middle of his face. Leaving two trails are he had been dodging about. But his throat there was more blood coming out of it. Enough that it must had crossed through some and must have had some sedative still in it. Enough to cause him to get slightly dizzy, but not enough to do more than that.
He went back over and ignored any looks from them. Grabbing Dr. Crane out from underneath Selina. In return holding him off the ground, ready to slam him into a wall again. "Now, tell her...Where is he," Nightwing's voice was more husky than before. Something must had gotten damaged. He'd have to pay a visit to Alfred after this.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 21, 2013 9:59:46 GMT -5
Ah, Hindsight is twenty twenty is it not Miss Kyle? he could see the disappointment in her eyes at his actions yet she had done nothing to prevent the actions that took place. There was only one explanation as to why that was. She was too afraid to do anything else but wait until the inevitable outcome to happen, so she could say she wasn't frightened of it. It was a pattern with her, much easier to say things after the action had occurred.
The sting on his cheek still pulsed through his face and made a slight twinge in his forehead every few seconds. He was breathing rather heavy for only having a possibly 100 pound woman on his chest. Dr. Crane's head hit the floor harder as her hand came to his neck, ready to be choked if she was going to. Her little hands wouldn't be able to even phase him the way he "wanted it to". That was the difference that she'd never seen. The little spark of difference that probably only Edward could tell her, but she was right. Why would he release any information about Edward to her at all?
It wasn't until she mentioned the sedative that his real attention snapped forward. There was certainly no sedatives on the tables and he didn't just leave his toxins laying around. There was various vials and bottles scattered about the tables with different colored chemicals in them. Several of them were attached to swirling tubes and heated beakers. Many needles were laying about but most of them were packaged and empty. "You won't find what you're looking for here Miss Kyle, the only things you'll find here are your deepest fears..."
There was certainly a commotion coming from the nest room, but it was difficult to focus on with such a presence on top of him. He remained aware of each step and each possible throw, it was likely that Nightwing would come out victorious, and as he had the thought the shadow of the bat emerged. Dr. Crane braced himself as he walked fast toward him and ripped him upward. He choked as he was held tightly and kicked his heel to the ground for lack of stability."He's not here..." Dr. Crane laughed out in a dark and almost menacing fashion. "You'll only find him when he wants to be found and he'll only find you when his fears of what's going to happen are put first... Dr. Crane cryptically mused about Edward. He was talking more about himself and Edward than anyone else. But they were going to have to do much more to make him break.
"Miss Kyle.... is this another of your play things?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 5:05:52 GMT -5
She snorted at his words. He was full of it, even now as she sat atop him. As he toyed and rambled on, her attention more than started to wane. So as Jonathan, dear, dear Jonathan rambled on, and further soiled her friend's reputation, she just, didn't, care. Licking her lips as she watched the doctor continue his supposed rein of fear, she just withdrew, a faint smile playing on her lips. As he repeated, again and again what she cared not to hear, she focused on something else. And that something else was not the man beneath her.
Pulling back from him, she sighed slightly, the faint shifting difference felt as she moved about on his pelvis and chest. A fingertip would toy at his collar, then at a button, slipping between the fabric absecently as she finally registered his words, canting her head to the side almost as if she didn't hear him. Her firm grip on her baton had loosened, but hadn't dropped as she still pressed it to him, yet not at his neck, but at his collarbone. Still a viable place for injury, but a place that allowed him to speak, if she wished.
"Oh, him? No. I prefer a different sort of prey, Jon. You should know that by now." She teased him. She didn't care that his words made sense; she knew Edward quite well. After scrutinizing the man, she leaned close into him, her face mere inches from his own. "Ah, don't listen to Nightwing. You don't have to tell me a thing more, Doctor Crane," she whispered, each word holding promise of ...something. Pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth, the border of his jaw, and that small, neglected expanse of skin, Selina pressed up, and off him, standing, a hand casually smoothing her clothing.
"I'm done. Goodbye, boys. I'm guessing you can both handle this from here." Came her near-mocking parting words as she angled to grab her purse, baton slipping into the handles.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 2, 2013 22:38:22 GMT -5
Nightwing was growing impatient with the Dr. Crane's games. The Scarecrow never left the man's head. No wonder it seemed the Scarecrow and the Riddler got along. Otherwise Nightwing would have no reason of being here.
Of course other than saving Selina....
All the jokes between them all. The comment of being another 'play thing' rolled off him easily. Though the games were not tolerated.
"At least things are under control," Nightwing muttered.
So after all that...Selina was just up an leaving. What had Crane said to her to send her off so soon? Nightwing knew to always work quick and stay on his toes when dealing with Selina. She was tricky and she only needed one sign from her prey to figure out what it is that she wanted.
Nightwing pulled out an escrima stick and pressed it up against Cranes neck. He was going to work toward some answers even if it meant the hard way. What had been going on between Selina and Crane for her to want more information on the Riddler.
"So do you want to start explaining or would you rather get the shock treatment to help you speak up," Nightwing retorted.
This escrima sticks had a built in supply of energy to do the trick. There were always something new added to the weaponry of the bat-family.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 25, 2013 9:07:00 GMT -5
Dr. Crane would never admit that being on the ground with Miss Kyle was slightly less unpleasant than being held up by then neck in the manner he was, but his mind was elsewhere. The kiss that she had planted on the corner of his mouth made every muscle in his body tense and a very visible twitch happen in Nightwing’s hold. It was something he would was rather not shown, but it wasn’t because he was afraid…Of course not. The feline was nothing to fear nor the backlash of what Nightwing would have thought. It was simply the act that made his body reacted and his mind sink into a place that was far beyond their reach.
Dr. Crane’s dilation in his eyes had increased by several points. It was as if he was now looking through Nightwing to the woman that had just left him, her golden hair flowing from behind her, soft and brushed like fresh wheat blowing in the wind. Her smile was warm and inviting but it was her eyes that told him the rest of the story. The still that had taken over his body had suddenly jerked back into life with Nightwing’s powerful words. His mind had still been focused on Miss Kyle’s last words as if she thought she knew something about what he meant. Perhaps she did, perhaps she was closer to both of them than he originally imagined. But she was far from understanding. Edward might have been her open book, but his fingers were turning the pages as he pleased.
As she made her exit his hands went back to continuing to try and pull himself from this choking grip. The fight wasn’t as hard as it could have been, sweet asphyxiation, ever the masochist leaning to oblivion. The edge was never far from his sight or his mind, but as close as he came no one could ever push him over, the thought and the act were simply impossible. Dr. Crane’s focused shot to the stick that had come to his free hand and flicked out like a cattle prod. When it was put to his throat he lifted his chin to avoid it as far as he could. His head tilted back to the wall and forced him to turn his gaze downward at Nightwing.
The edge of the stick touched his neck and gave his body a harsh jolt. It wasn’t the first time he had undergone shock but it had been a long time. His already panted breaths became spurratic and his effort to create speech came out in short complaints of pain through his throat. He was going to shock him until he talked. “Why would I explain what you could never understand?” He cringed slightly reayd for the next shock but tried to get a word in before he tried to. “Tell me…Did you really fear I would harm her?” How could he resist? His question was vague enough to take it in his own direction.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 15:07:07 GMT -5
She hadn't taken more than a few steps when she heard the shark hiss of electricity hit. Spinning on her heels, Selina backtracked, her once close exit now fading behind her as she returned to the masked, and unmasked men. "Don't use unnecessary harm. You know better than that. And you-" Her green eyes locked on Jonathan. "He didn't care about you harming me. You just toy with your women," she spat. If she was a true feline, she would have hissed at him, extending her claws, but not striking. "You search for the next rush, the next reaction, and add it to your pile of data. Nothing more..."
"I will find Edward, and trust me, when I do, you won't like what I find, and in the end, maybe neither will he. Call Batman, Nightwing. Or Gordon, or the good Doctors at the Asylum. Or maybe I will. Or would a bit of this help, my dear Doctor Crane?" She's glimpsed several syringes of who knows what and grabbed several, one now poised between her fingers, a glistening drip of fluid at it's tip. Precautions to no air bubbles, you know.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Nov 12, 2013 1:00:01 GMT -5
Nightwing was getting rather impatient with Dr. Crane's responses to his questions. Always asking more of them. Always trying to play it to his game again.
Though it was Crane's next question that stopped him for a moment. His arm stopping in mid motion before he were to stock him again with the escrima stick. He could see the cringe on Crane's face, awaiting the on coming shock. But it did not come.
"I don't fear Crane. I protect. And I wouldn't let you harm her. I won't let a death happen on my watch," he said.
He looked between Crane and then to Selina at her words. He almost trying to mentor him on a situation which he had control of. He could fight back to her. His look said enough to her that he knew what he was doing. And any look she gave back only suggested he was wasting his time. Her words to Crane were enough to suggest that.
Nightwing kept his grip on Crane, but he lower the escrima stick. The electric current being cut off to it, the hum stopping. He didn't look to Crane right a way. He let Selina speak, and could see her fiddling around with a needle.
He was unsure of her actions, and stayed alert to those around him. Nightwing wasn't going to let Crane be satisfied.
His own injuries becoming more noticeable to himself. The dizziness of blood lose was kicking in. That needle must have struck into a main veins an was slowly bleeding out. He'd have to let it at that.
Looking back at Crane, he gritted his teeth. "You hurt her and you'll have me on your tail faster than a bat out of hell," Nightwing grumbled in a lower tone between the two of them.
Slightly letting off holding him up, Nightwing took one more chance to slam Crane against the wall and let him slide to the ground. Stepping back he walked over to the man he left need the door way. Lifting him up into a fireman's carry, he headed towards the front apartment door. Moving at a slow walk pace, almost waiting for Selina.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Dec 27, 2013 17:17:52 GMT -5
His eyes suddenly focused on the feline coming back into view. She was coming back for him? But then her hands graced over something far more precious than she could ever understand. She had picked up several, in the mix being two toxins and a shot of morphine. ”You don’t know what you’re doing. You don’t know what you have!” He barked. Any gentle part in his voice for her was gone. She was mistreating something more important and more valuable than she would ever be.
He wasn’t scared, he was going to call her bluff. She wouldn’t do it, she wouldn’t dare. But the fact that she was touching it was insulting enough. She didn’t deserve to hold it that closely or dearly. She had no idea what she had in her hands, but he was going to make sure in the future that she knew.
Another rough shove was taken before his body slumped to the floor. Of course he was going to continue to be needlessly violent toward him.”It seems like the only tail you’re interested in is hers” he spoke with an amount of spite in his voice as his hands fumbled about to try and make himself stand again.
Miss Kyle’s threat again grabbed his attention. He played off his need for the object in her hand with a slow roll of his head against the wall. It looked as if it was almost painful to speak to her further. ”No danger in that, you don’t even know how to use it, or handle it for that matter.” He rolled his head to the other side to break the crick that Nightwing had caused in his neck.”You’ll get quite the opposite of what you want if you’re trying to obtain information about Edward with that…”
”Why don’t you leave it to the professionals and go home to your cat tree.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 0:52:13 GMT -5
Rolling her own stiff neck around her shoulders in a languid loll, Selina let a slow smile bloom on her lips. Oh, the good Doctor's plea's hit her ears, yes. So her nearly perfect manicured fingers caressed the other remaining two syringes with love. Slipping her phone from her pocket she dialed a few numbers, only giving an affirmative to the other end. Jonathan could puzzle as much as he wanted at that. She didn't care.
But as Nightwing let up, watching the lanky man fall to the ground in a heap, she held up a finger to the masked vigilante. She needed just one more minute. Turning, leaning against the table she caught Jon's eyes. And locked the with her own as she slowly depressed the syringe, a steady stream of who knew what spraying in a steady arc before soiling the already ruined hardwood floor. Another syringe was barely caressed before this, too, was emptied of it's precious cargo, the third, instead of emptying it via needle, she instead pulled the plunger, allowing the contents to dump unceremoniously atop the table as she took caution to not allow it to touch her own skin. Tossing the two pieces to his makeshift lab table, Selina clucked her tongue at Crane. "Oh, hurt my feelings. I'm not a huge fan of incest, you know," she teased him dryly, her tone nonchalant at best. "I'll just go, this time, denying refreshment, thank you very much. But I'll tell Edward, when I find him, about your lovely remodel, and even better hospitality."
And with that, she stepped over a chair that had been broken in the scuffle, and neatly closed the door behind her as she left a once lavish apartment. Walking past the elevator, she casually elbowed the fire alarm, neatly breaking the glass and pulling the lever as she then made her way down the stairs. It was so sad he'd soured her taste for elevators.
At least the police would know where he was. And the water spray was sure to either release the toxin in the syringes, and get into his own system, or be ruined in the apartment; all of his work. And either way, she cared little; she was far, far beyond that emotion. Let him talk.
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