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Post by redhood on Jan 1, 2011 23:20:19 GMT -5
"Aw yes I remember you now." Clark said as he was smiling at Dick as he continued to talk to him as he as he was trying to focus on him and not on Pamela. "I remember you now. I saw you awhile back when I was visiting Bruce. You can say I was vacationing to see him and talk about things." Clark started to had his memories when he and Bruce actually talked a bit. As well fighting crime together. Even though they might think differently and had, that was a good effect for a team such as them.
"How have you been? You grown quite a bit." Clark patted Dick on the side of his shoulder. "By the way how is Bruce doing? As you can see, I haven't seen him much lately since I been here in Gotham. Maybe you can tell him that I say hi and would love to come by sometime to talk. I bet we have alot to talk about." He said as he was laughing. Didn't matter if it was about crime fighting or not, he was a friend feeling concern about him. But, he should be alright with Dick by his side.
Clark almost forgot about Alfred who was they're butler. "Tell Alfred I say hi as well and give him my regards. He's a good man the last time I met him." How could he forget about the butler when he was so polite and had an upkeep manner. Catering to anything that he needed. Clark wasn't used to someone helping him out with his daily needs as Bruce was.
Clark had his attention on Pamela now. He still had the feeling of slightly relaxed as he was somewhat attracted to her. Once she stepped a bit, he know something wasn't right with her but couldn't figure it out as his mind as bit cloudy up once more. "Nice to meet you Dr." He said showing respect to her degree. He thought that he need to get away before he would accidentally expose himself who he was under his clothes as he began to talk fast to leave.
"I have to get going. I still have shopping to do and prepare for New Years. It was nice talking to you Dick see you around. Nice talking to you Ms.Isley." As he left without shaking her hand. He started to feel better than before being around her as he was making distance. "I wonder if Dick could sense something himself." meaning if he know anything around Pamela. He seem like a very smart kid. "Just glad that Lois wasn't here when I was talking to her." With that said, he continued till he reached his stay in apartment. Trying to think of possibility on what made him seem more attached to her than other woman besides Lois that is.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jan 2, 2011 14:58:27 GMT -5
When Dick's attention was on Dr. Isley, for a moment he felt like she was drawling his attention a slight bit more than she had in the first place. He smiled as she talked to him. "Ah, yes. It's a shame I missed the party," he said. "I'm glad you had a nice time while you were there and enjoyed Wayne Manor."
As soon as Clark spoke, he felt like he was able to get his focus back on his thoughts and now what Clark had said. Dick gave a light chuckle as Clark asked him a few questions and patted his shoulder. "I've been doing well. Bruce is well, and has been quite busy lately. I'm sure he would be pleased to see you sometime and catch up."
To be honest, Dick hadn't talked with Bruce much lately himself. Dick had been busy with his work from his classes he had finals in before the winter break. Even with patrols around Gotham, Dick did not work with Bruce as much as he used to. Dick noticed that Dr. Isley had inched away from Clark a bit since they had been talking. "I will tell Alfred then," Dick nodded in response.
"It was great seeing you again Clark. I hope you have a nice rest of the holiday if I don't see you again before then." When Clark was saying his good-byes, Dick noticed that he was in bit of a rush to get away from something. Maybe it was really that he had to finish up his shopping or maybe he had an appointment to get on with. But by the way he had been shifting around a bit, it seemed like it might be something else. Dick gave a slight wave with his right hand as Clark walked off.
As Clark walked off, Dick attention came back to Dr. Isley slightly. But then, he got a strange feeling again. He felt like his attention was being drawn back to Dr. Isley more than he would have given thought too. There was something different about that woman. He had noticed that she had glanced down at a watch on her wrist not too long ago when Clark had been near. "It's been a pleasure meeting you Dr. Isley." Dick didn't know whether she was really in a rush to get going, but he was giving her a chance to make a break for it if she really wanted to end this street conversation and get on with her day. Dick wasn't in much of a hurry, but he knew how it felt being trapped into a conversation that you really didn't want to get in to.
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Post by sincereagape on Jan 2, 2011 23:12:37 GMT -5
[[Mugsy Brown, depicted in black]] "Oh the weather outside is frightful, But the fire is so delightful, And since we've no place to go, Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" That was the tune Mugsy Brown could not get out of his head. A nice song if you actually thought about it. A cheerful one. And why the heck not? The boss was back in town, and the schemes to get rich were flowing like the Nile River. It was the job of Mugsy, Rhino, and Mouse to conduct the scouting or mainly Mugsy. He was the only one with a semi-normal face and build. The Ventriloquist in turn would take care of the details and provide the visions for the gang. So here he was. Mugsy Brown, conducting some scouting for a potential caper, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a face. A face which was the exact representation of a person to keep an eye out for. A potential job. A potential gold mine. "Well. I'll be. That's Dick Grayson." Mugsy whispered to himself. The heir to Millionaire Bruce Wayne's vast fortune. Mugsy attempted to keep a low profile as he kept an eye on young master Richard. He casually walked over to a security guard, and started general conversation with him. Conversations about the Gotham Knights hockey game and speaking in generalities about the weather and about Christmas as he kept on eye on Grayson. In the past, many had tried to kidnap Bruce Wayne. They had tried to extract the millions and millions from the playboy, with no luck of course. Bruce always managed to get away. So the boss had outlined a plan. "Why not jus' go after the Mistah Wayne's ward?" Mugsy recalled in his head, Scarface's meeting the other night at Lucky 7s. Grayson had just finished talking with a man, that Mugsy did not recognize, and was now in a light discussion with a beautiful woman with red hair. "Not bad sister," Mugsy thought to himself. She's gotta be worth something too.Taking out a miniature camera, Mugsy had brought to take pictures of the security in the area, he quickly took a picture of Grayson and the Woman. Mugsy remained in half-conversation with the security guard. "Let's see what ye do now kid."
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jan 3, 2011 7:26:30 GMT -5
When Mr. Kent departs suddenly, Pamela gives a quick "Nice to meet you too" and raises an eyebrow at his retreating back. While she'd been hoping to ease off the effect of her pheromones, that it was so sudden and forceful is worrisome to her. It seems to indicate to her that, rather than being a man of little willpower and focus as she'd been assuming, he was actually very mentally strong but was even more effected than she had supposed and had been really fighting it. Her scent isn't supposed to do that! That would mean that he'd likely notice something was going on, and her goal has always been subtly. Then again, maybe she's just misinterpreting his behavior - yes, that must be the case, she's just worrying too much. A small adjustment when she gets home should be all that it will take.
With these thoughts floating around in her head, she finds it very difficult to pay attention to Dick at first, but she manages to put it all in the back of her head and focus on him before he's likely to notice. And her expression softens a bit when she notes how attentive he's being - now here's someone who is reacting to her properly! And now that Mr. Kent has left her worries about his situation are more than halved, so she's much less inclined to leave in a rush herself now. Still, she does have other places to go and she managed to make Mr. Grayson's acquaintance in a difficult situation so perhaps she should quit while she's ahead.
However, before she can start on a very polite goodbye, something else catches her attention. If she spotted Dick watching her talking to Mr. Kent earlier, she can hardly miss noticing when someone took a picture of her. Or perhaps a picture of Mr. Grayson - could go either way; he's much more famous, but she's much more attractive. Fortunately, she's just vain enough to not be upset by someone taking a random snapshot of her, so instead of getting angry she gives the photographer a pouty look that's more successful in enhancing how attractive she looks than conveying any indication of being upset with him. Then she turns back to Dick and jokes, "I'm afraid you've just been caught on film talking to an obviously older woman." The scandal! Though the man taking the picture doesn't look like paparazzi - actually she wouldn't care if he was. Then again, she has more than enough reason to wait and see how Dick reacts.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jan 3, 2011 14:22:01 GMT -5
Dick had not been paying much attention to what was going on around him. His was a bit more focused on Dr. Isley at the moment. He noticed that she turned her attention away again at something going on in another direction. She seemed to be having fun looking at whatever it was at first. After Dr. Isley have joked about what she had been looking at, Dick laughed lightly.
"I'm not to concerned about that. It's not me that the journalist like to follow. Now if it were Bruce, that would be another thing," he smiled jokingly. Dick decided to at least take a look at who this person might be taking the picture. But for some reason, his was slightly more focused on the woman before him.
Glancing over his shoulder at first, he looked in the direction she had been looking in. He turned his upper body a bit more to allow him to get a better look. He spotted a man dressed in a black suit that seemed to have been talking with a security guard. There was something familiar about that man. Dick knew it wasn't anyone he had every spoke with before, but he had seen that person before. Maybe walking around the streets of Gotham? It was kind of hard to tell who the man was from how far away the man was from them. There are quite a few people that he might remember from criminals on the streets to civilians, but the problem was that he ran into so many people in a day sometimes it did get hard to remember them all. Now if they were a friend of Bruce's or his, he would remember them a bit better.
Dick shrugged his shoulders as he turned back to look at Dr. Isley. He got a bit of a strange feeling as he turned away. If he had had a feeling that the man was watching him like he had when Clark was talking with Dr. Isley, then he might be concerned a bit more. "Doesn't look like any journalist from the Gotham papers," he said. He should know at least that since he would see them following Bruce around quite a bit or they always came to his parties.
"I'd offer to take you out for some coffee or lunch or something, but I don't want to impose if you have other plans," Dick offered politely. He thought he might feel a bit more relaxed if it had not been for that strange man that had snapped a picture of them. He really wasn't that concerned, but around in Gotham, you could never be too careful. He tried to just play it cool, but if this man was watching him the whole time, he would like to go some where else.
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Last Edit: Jan 3, 2011 17:42:05 GMT -5 by sincereagape
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Post by sincereagape on Jan 3, 2011 17:20:05 GMT -5
The small flash went off from Mugsy's camera. The women is the first to turn around. She gives him a playful pout something that would make any man's day. Mugsy shoots back a crooked grin, knowing that he was just caught taking the picture.
Cheers lady. The boss'll figure out who you are and what you worth, you'll be worth it alone if you can help us get to Grayson.
When Dick Grayson turned around, Mugsy tensed for just a brief moment, a few seconds passed before it appeared that Grayson was going to pay him no heed. Mugsy let out a deep breath and slipped the camera back into his jacket pocket. This was a free world and as Mugsy thought it out, he was allowed to take any type of picture he wanted to in public, especially one of the heir to Bruce Wayne's forutune talking to a stunning woman. But the key would be trying to explain the pistol in his shoulder holster that he was carrying around, if someone tried to pursue him.
Mugsy finished his conversation with the security officer, "Take it easy Mac," before sliding his hands into his pockets and whistling 'Let It Snow' as he walked off.
Mugsy was not the kind of goon to make a play on his own. Out of the three gang members, he was the one who best understood the relationship between the Ventriloquist and Scarface. And it was he who knew that working for the Ventriloquist had it's benefits over working for the other crazies out there. In the past the Ventriloquist had always been smart and calculated about the crimes they pulled, planned to a T. Things usually went smooth and efficient as long as the Bat did not get involved.
Mugsy made his way to the edge of the park where a 1950's style Chrysler Crown Imperial Limousine awaited him. Rhino stood outside of the car, with a toothpick in his mouth. As Mugsy approached the rear window of the car rolled down and he could see the silhouette of Scarface.
"SO? What' ye find Mugsy? And what the heck too' ye so long?!"
Mugsy noticed that the Ventriloquist lit the mannequin's cigar.
"The place is a walking doughnut shop Scarface. The security is going to be out and about, and the picking are slim. Another problem that I can see is that there are no clean escape routes around this berg."
"Just as I' thought! And this was yer plan Wesker."
"Mr. Scarface, I would appreciate it if you show--e," The Ventriloquist spoke.
"Shut--yer mouth Dummy! Remember who's in charge 'round here. Not Mugsy, not Rhino, not you...BUT ME!"
"Yes---yes---sir Mr. Scarface. Yer the boss," Wesker responded.
"GOOD. Anything else Mugsy?"
Rhino spit out his toothpick and Mugsy tossed the big thug the camera.
"Yes there was Scarface. I managed to spot Dick Grayson talking with some broad, and some other guy. Grayson was alone with no bodyguards. If it wasn't a public place and if Rhino was with me, I would have made a move."
"Nice thinking Mugsy, it 'ould have been STUPID if ye pulled something like a kidnapping in public like this. Who was the broad?"
"Not sure Scarface, I managed to take a snap shot of her and Grayson though. It's on the camera."
"GOOD. GOOD. See Dummy, at least one member of the gang knows how to use his brain. Find out who the broad is, and put Mouse on Grayson's tail. Either way we'll find a way to squeeze Wayne for all he's worth."
"Yes...Yes....you're right Mr. Scarface. I --- I have to learn..and right away Mr. Scarface. Right away. We'll get right on your orders. yes sir," said the Ventriloquist.
Rhino opened walked around the limo to slide into the driver's seat of the limo. Mugsy followed suit and went into the passenger's seat. The limo began to pull away from the park.
"Ye sure have a lot to learn Dummy. Ye sure do."
And with that Scarface tossed the cigar out of the window.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jan 4, 2011 3:45:17 GMT -5
When Dick seems to not be concerned at all by the photographer, Pamela decides not to be too concerned either. At least, not more concerned about him than she is about any other man. Instead she laughs a little at his comment about Bruce, though she's strongly of the opinion that all the young Mr. Grayson would need to do to get some attention from the journalists is to do something worth reporting on. Which means he's wasting his potential in her eyes, since he could be doing something to benefit the world instead of keeping himself out of the spotlight. She'd kill for a chance to get the masses to listen to her, literally. But there isn't a person on the planet who doesn't disappoint Pamela.
She turns what could have been a burst of laughter into a pleasant smile at his offer of coffee or lunch. He's hardly more than a boy! Funny that, when bedazzled by her pheromones, he seems to think that he might actually have a shot with her instead of seeing it as a hopeless case where the best he can do is admire her from afar. He must think rather much of himself! And who is she to completely dash his hopes and dreams? "Oh, that's very kind of you!" she says, "But unfortunately I left some seeds splicing in the incubator in my lab, and I'll need to leave soon get back to them in time." She forces what sounds like genuine regret into her voice to give him the impression that she's not just saying that to get rid of him, even though she is. Her latest project isn't fragile enough to need babysitting, but it makes for a convenient excuse. "But will you tell Bruce I said hello?" she adds as if it was an afterthought, "And perhaps we'll run into each other again."
As she talks with Dick, she does notice the guy with the camera leaving. Good riddance! As flattering as the idea of a random stranger wanting to take your photograph is, at the very least it's not a sign of a man she'd want to associate with and at worst she could easily become suspicious of his motives. While she isn't nearly as rich as someone like Bruce Wayne, her family are known multimillionaires so at least a little of her paranoia about people is warranted. Even if it's out of proportion to how much danger she'd actually be in.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jan 4, 2011 15:05:23 GMT -5
"I will let him know. It was nice meeting you," Dick gave a smile to her. He wasn't at all disappointed of her turning him down on his offer. And now that it seemed they were about to head out in their own directions, Dick was just glad to get a move on. It wasn't that he was trying to get away from the people he was with, but he was starting to give some more thought of the man that had taken a picture of him in the park. It really puzzled him as he tried to see if he did remember the man.
Dick wasn't used to being followed by any journalist. He always went around town without being followed, unlike Bruce. Sometimes though, Dick wondered how Bruce could put up with all the nosy reporters just looking for some dirty to write up in their papers. He wasn't saying all reports were like that, but a lot in Gotham were. They were like a pack of wolves waiting for their chance to strike. That's one of the main reasons Dick always went out on his own and it helped him a lot that he didn't dress up all that much or ride in one of Bruce's many expensive vehicles. Dick prefer to just dress in street cloths and walk around. If it hadn't been for the cold and snow, he would've been riding around on his motorcycle. But the roads were too slick to be driving it on them.
"See ya around," Dick said as he turned to start on his way. It wasn't the most proper good-bye, but unlike Bruce in public, Dick was a little lease formal in some ways. Though to protect the Wayne image, Dick always tried to be polite and respectful to others.
As he walked away, putting distance between him and Dr. Isley, Dick's mind started to clear and he no longer felt like his attention needed to be on her any more. He found it odd that before he was near her, he had not given her much thought, and as soon as he had been around her, he had felt like there wasn't much else he was concerned about. Now as he walked away, he realized that he had not had much control over his thoughts when he had been around the woman. Oh, well it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. But Dick did make a mental note of the strange...whatever had happened around her effect on him. He wondered if Clark had noticed anything. Walking away from the crowd in the park, Dick looked off in the direction that man had been. The man was no longer there. There were only a few cars going by and some limo pulling away from the park. Dick tried to shake the feeling he had gotten after thinking that he had seen that man before some where. He continued to put more distances between the crowded center of the park as he just walked aimlessly toward the town shops around the park. He looked at his watch, there was still a few more hours of daylight. Which meant that Bruce was probably still at work. So, he figured he had all the more time to kill before he could go out on his own to patrol around Gotham. He stuck his hands back into the pockets of his jeans and shivered a bit. Sure the snow was nice, but it was freezing out.
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Post by sincereagape on Jan 5, 2011 18:45:15 GMT -5
Mugsy flopped the photograph of Richard Grayson and Poison Ivy onto the circular table.
"Her name is Pamela Isley. And she's got money."
The small back room from beginning to be filled with cigar smoke. Rhino was in the corner throwing darts against the wall. The Ventriloquist sat very tense at his seat at the table. Scarface was resting on his arm.
"How much money?" Asked the Scarfare.
"Not sure exactly. But my contact said around six-figures. There is not much more information on her, from what my contacts can gather..the only way I think we can figure out more is if we contact the Calculator."
"The CAL-CUM-MA-WHO?"
"The Calculator boss. He or she is an information broker that occasionally deals in Gotham."
"Hmmm. Keep an eye out for anyone in case the Mug the next time they show their face in Gotham."
This was when the Ventriloquist spoke up..
"I heard the Calculator charges....a lot.."
Scarface simply turned around and glared at the Ventriloquist. Nothing more was needed to be said. The Ventriloquist lowered his head and let out a deep sigh.
"What about Mouse?" Scarface quickly started the conversation up again.
"He lost Grayson within 5 minutes of following him."
Scarface executed a facepalm.
"Stupid mooks. Must I do every'thing my'self?" He turned back to the Ventriloquist. "Don't answer that. Ah' want you to find the connection between this Isley and Little P'ruce Wayn'e"
"What if there is no connection boss? What if they just met each other." Asked Mugsy.
"THERE ALWAYS IS A CONNECTION! EVERYTHING is RELATED GOT THAT MUGSY? A+G = C? Got THAT? NOW I WANT THAT CONNECTION, and I WANTED IT BY THE END OF THE WEEK. NOT NEXT MONTH, NOT NEXT YEAR, End the the WEEK."
The Ventriloquist raised his hand meekly..
"Speak Dummy."
"May--be...may--be I can find something tomorrow at Wayne Tech, when I report for work."
Scarface rubbed his wooden chin.
"Hmmmmm....Do that. You might not be worthless after all."
The sound of a multiple darts hitting the wall was heard. Rhino listened carefully to the conversation. There were times when he acted dumb, but he really was not. The Ventriloquist, Arnold Wesker would be reporting to work tomorrow at Wayne Tech Enterprises, and in case something happened. Rhino would be around the area as well.
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