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She was convinced that she needed a night to remember – or maybe just one to forget. After a recent encounter with the Joker and her mysterious (and less than chivalrous) saviors, Summer was almost relieved for an evening exploring some of the finer things in Gotham City. The flawless redhead cradled her healing, cracked ribs as she slipped into the stunning the dress that glided over her curves. Her lust for danger was starting to get the best of her, but she was sure that this evening would be fool-proof. Her producer had set her up on a blind date with one of his personal friends. While apparently his age was several years off from her own, age different didn’t matter. Honestly, at this point they would have to be on a status as low as the Joker himself to actually repel her.
The redhead took a handful of moments to observe her reflection in the mirror. While a majority of the bruises were gone other than the ones that were hidden under the material of her dress, she still had an emptiness about her. It would be hard to explain the soreness surrounding her abdomen if he attempted to snake his hand around her waist. Surely by that point the redheaded beauty would think of something. She couldn’t help but laugh at her reflection in the mirror. Why was she even bothering to do this? Summer wasn’t exactly one to actually pursue a blind date. However, she longed for the opportunity to spend a night in the town that she loved about anything else. Even If the date was a complete failure, she would be able to have a laugh about it on her talk show the next morning and sample some fine food.
Summer was arranged to meet him at the restaurant. Her producer informed her that he was wealthy and fairly involved in the community. However, either it had slipped her memory or he hadn’t told her – Summer failed to know the name. The only thing she had to match the identity to the blind date was a cellphone number, which she had been texting on and off that day. With a smile, she sent a text to the mystery man with a smile as she stepped into the town car.
On my way to the restaurant, sorry I am late!
As they arrived, she stepped out of the car with a smile, eager to discover what kind of restaurant she would be experiencing this evening. As she peered up at the decorative venue, she instantly recognized the name.
Dan Le Noir. Translation: ‘in the dark’. This would literally be a blind date. outfit: Summer is wearing this
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Dan Le Noir
Buzz-buzz! Words flashed onto the florescent screen of his cellphone. On my way to the restaurant, sorry I am late!
“Sorry I’m here…” Garfield Lynns grumbled irritably as he tugged on the collar of his borrowed suit. He was sitting. Alone. In the dark. In one of the private booths that his weird restaurant had. Well, at least if it was this dark, whoever this girl was wouldn’t see his scars. They had the effect of being repellent to most people. Garfield was the last in a very long line of next choices. The guy that had been originally supposed to meet this girl on a blind date had something come up, so he passed it onto the next guy. And that guy had something to do, so he passed the buck to the next. So on and so forth, it got into the underworld society. Shocker there.
His buddy had heard practically begged him to go. Saying that she was some girl, though Garfield was pretty sure his contact thought she was some kind of ghastly beast. With enough pestering, he had eventually…reluctantly agreed to go. So here he was. The sap who got suckered into this raw deal. Oh well. Might as well make the best of it. Even escaped lunatics needed some time off, right? Bah, who was he kidding. This was going to be a disaster.
Garfield issued a sigh and drummed his gloved fingers on the table. He was starting to get that itch again. The kind that only an open flame could scratch. He stuck his hand into his pocket and fingered the lighter there. It didn’t completely rid him of the itch, but its presence was reassuring. He glanced down at the phone his friend had given him and supposed he ought to reply with something suitably delightful.
Can’t wait.
Yep. That was enough eloquence for now.
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Summer was guided toward the table, hands linked with her server. She couldn’t help but jump as something brushed up against her. Resisting the urge to squeal, she instead giggled nervously as the attendant had sensed her nerves. “Blind date – literally. I’m a bit nervous.” She informed the stranger as her lead her to the table. The ravishing reporter had always been a bit jumpy, though with her recent encounters with certain members of the city who were less than reputable she had every reason to be nervous. In fact, it was hard not to surrender to her paranoia now as she arrived at her table.
“Hey, so sorry I am late. I lost track of time.” The redhead admitted. Relieved that the darkness would hide her blush, she smoothed her dress against her long legs as she sat down. Another nervous giggle flew from her lips. “So, it appears our friends have a very interesting sense of humor. I’m Summer Gleeson, it’s nice to meet you.” She introduced herself, tossing her long red curls over her shoulder. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, though that was all there was – darkness. She wasn’t sure where to look – though her curiosity grew with each passing moment as she wondered who was seated across her.
Retaining a perfect posture despite the fact that no one could see her, she decided to spark up a bit of conversation. “Well, I can’t say I have ever done anything like this. It’s certainly an experience though. I guess our servers have these goggles that allow them to see in the dark. I would love to get my hands on a pair of those.” Imagine the trouble that she could get into with such a tool. Move over, Catwoman.
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Garfield heard her approach before he saw her. Well. Actually. He wouldn’t have seen her approach at all. What was he going on about? God, what was he even doing here?! As she arrived at the table, she muttered an apology for being late. Lynns opened his mouth to comment but before he could the girl giggled nervously and introduced herself. Well at least she didn’t sound ugly. Wait. Wait a moment.
“Summer…Gleeson? Aren’t you that news anchor from Gotham Live?” he commented. Oh, this was weird. Being who he was…He didn’t exactly want to come out and say ‘Oh hello, I’m Firefly. You know. The arson obsessed terrorist.’ But he couldn’t help but wonder if she would know who he really was if he said his name. As he lamented over how to introduce himself, Summer took it upon herself to spark up a conversation.
“Can’t say, I have either. I’m…” Lynns paused, his hand in his pocket still fidgeting with the lighter there, “…kinda nervous.” His stomach nearly did a flip when she mentioned that she’d like to get her hands on some night vision goggles. He would prefer it very much if she didn’t see him. The burn scars tended to…put people off. And by that he meant run screaming. Or he would get these stares. He really hated those stares.
“Oh, and the name’s Garfield. Nice to meet ya,” he finally replied, glancing down in the dark at the table he could just barely see. “I wonder how we’re going to see our food well enough to eat…Heh.” Garfield sighed inwardly. This was awful. He felt stiff as a board and completely uncomfortable. And the itch. Oh yeah, the itch. It was growing worse. He needed to…burn.
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The longer Barbara has been getting use to being Oracle, the more she realized she could do more than she ever could as Batgirl. It was different, but it was better this way. The one thing she had to keep telling herself was that there was nothing better to do than to keep an eye on Gotham and send the GCPD anonymous tips, or hack into cellphones or stop lights and surveillance cameras. She remembers being impressed with the database that those cave-dwellers had, a Cray Mainframe Supercomputer. Now she had two sitting next to her, towering her and lined against the wall. She'd have to make room for it later.
Scrolling through and sifting by Gotham's sectors like flipping through television channels, she was the true eye in the sky. Daddy was by the docks meeting with Penguin, keep a tab on that. Dick and Jason seem to be going at it in East Gotham, let them deal with it themselves. Several petty crimes, purse snatchers, racketeers shaking hands and exchanging drugs; take a positive I.D. on them and come back to them later. There was a banquette being held in The Gotham Museum of Antiques, though nothing terribly interesting could be done from her end. It was only a few hours ago that Barbara found some very interesting texts floating around cyberspace.
"Ho boy. This ought to be good." She said out loud as she found out who the numbers belong to.
Summer Gleeson, a hot shot reporter. She referred her to Gotham's Lois Lane, though Lane wasn't trying to expose Superman's identity at every turn. Her cameraman body count wasn't something to be desired either, she had to come with a health hazard or something. Guess that's what it's like when you don't have an invincible Man of Steel to swoop in and save everyone, here in Gotham, we only have people. She is beautiful, red hair, big chest, and she knew how to use her legs. What was more interesting was her date. Blind date apparently. What a better way to have a blind date than at a place with no lights? The Dan Le Noir, some really bad gimmick restaurant. Barbara had visited there once before she was shot, and she bumped into everything despite being guided by a server. Now she was in a wheel chair, she was sure that they'd just push her around if she ever decided to eat there again.
Garfield Lynns meant something to Barbara, she knew him before his accident, but it didn't make Gar any less creepy. Daddy talked about all of his exploits and having a photographic memory--as people would call it--Garfield's name was always in the back of her mind. He was literally aroused by fire. If he had an online dating profile, it would say "Likes long walks on the beach, getting caught in the rain, and enjoys pina colada. Turn on's include talking dirty, strip teases, burning your bed, burning you to your bed, setting your place on fire while you're burning in your bed, and the smell of rose pedals." Lynns was one of the first villains she faced as Batgirl. Only a few times, and it was nothing ever too serious, but she knew him well enough to know that he was dangerous.
Eventually their text messages stopped, it happened suddenly, so she knew at this point they actually met up with each other. Barbara hacked into both Summer and Garfield’s phone once more, this time only opening up their microphones and fed them through to her speakers so she could hear their conversation. If only Summer knew what she was getting herself into. Barbara decided she could stop this before anything got too out of hand; after all, this is a villain who actively burned buildings down for a living. Still, she was interested in listening to the conversation before she made any drastic move. Dan Le Noir had emergency lights in the event of a fire or a stick up. Maybe she could fidget around, hack into their systems, and turn on the lights, exposing Garfield to Summer. “I wonder how we’re going to see our food well enough to eat…Heh.” Firefly's voice said through her speakers. "You could set it on fire, Gar." Barbara replied, knowing that he wouldn't respond to her quip. Still, she laughed to herself.
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Summer could help but smile at the sound of her name. The vain, ego-obsessed redhead was obviously her own biggest fan and reveled in her own fame. She was recognized nearly everywhere she went in Gotham, which was a blessing when she wanted the attention, but was a curse when she was undercover. While recently she had readjusted to her cozy life of news anchor, she decided to temporarily abandon her investigative journalist ways after being exposed and blackmailed by the Penguin himself. For now, she just wanted to be normal and put all of that behind her by sticking to a vanilla, cookie-cutter life.
This blind date was only something she had agreed to after months of her friend asking to set her up. She hadn’t been with a man since – well, Nigma. Even know she wasn’t sure where she stood with the charming criminal, then again she hardly expected a blind date to sweep her off her feet and ride off with her into the sunset. Still, she was an optimist and hoping to make the best of an awkward situation. “Yes I am.” She said excitedly, “Do you watch my show?” She asked, trying not to sound as full of herself as she truly was.
She heard him messing with something on his end of the table, a barely-audible clicking noise brought to her attention. “Do you – hear that?” The redhead asked, pursing her lips slightly as she tried to match the sound with a visual. Maybe it was all in her imagination, though she was pretty positive it came from his direction. Still, she didn’t want to call him out if it were something he didn’t plan on sharing. “Don’t worry, I’m harmless. Let’s just have a good time.” Summer teased with the addition of her own nervous giggle.
“The pleasure is all mine, Mr.…” She said, flashing her white smile despite the fact that no one was able to pick up on its radiance. A blush played on her cheeks as she struggled to recall his last name. Had he failed to mention it? Surely someone with an attention to detail like herself would fail to recall something so important. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your last name, Garfield.” The curious young woman mentioned lightly.
A light-hearted laugh peeled from her red lips with his comment. “That’s a good point. Maybe they cut it up and feed it to us as well.” Tossing her red curls over her shoulder, she was dying to check her phone. Of course, it wouldn’t have been appropriate in such a setting and might possibly upset other. Always a people-pleaser, she left the device within her clutch. Summer cleared her throat as she reached slowly for the long-stemmed glass that was before her. Half expecting it to contain ice water, she was instead caught off-guard by a tasty chardonnay.
“So, you know what it is that I do.” She began as she carefully sat her glass back down on the table. “What is it you do for a living?”
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“Well, yeah. I try to keep up on the news,” Garfield responded, surprised at the excitement in Summer’s voice. Who didn’t watch the news in Gotham anyway? It was better than cable at times what with all the wackos running around. Garfield couldn’t help but think that he had probably been on it more than once too. A regular guest. And…probably considered a wacko himself.
By this time, his fidgeting with the lighter had become something of an involuntary motion. So, when Summer commented on it, Lynns frowned before realizing what the sound was exactly. “Oh, sorry. That’s just me fooling with my lighter.” With some effort, Garfield removed his hand from his pocket and clasped them together. This was going to be a rather long dinner if he couldn’t fool with that lighter.
A fact that was further evident when she asked for his last name. He couldn’t say that he was Lynns. A news anchor would put two and two together. He had to think of something fast! “It’s…Smith.” Oh lord, did he honestly have to pick the most generic last name ever? Stupid. “But really, call me Garfield.” Mostly because he was not sure if he would even respond to Smith.
He almost sighed with relief as she laughed at his earlier comment about the food. One point for Firefly! Awesome. He reached out for the drink that would assuredly be somewhere…Ack! His gloved fingers brushed the stem of the long glass, nearly knocking it over before he seized it. Flames help him. He brought it up to his lips, expecting some ice water but was met instead by the taste of some kinda wine. Alcohol generally burned well…His thoughts dimly wandered in that direction until Summer spoke up once more.
“Oh, I uh…Well. I’m a pyrotechnics expert. I did some work on movies when I was starting out.” Before they fired him anyway. “Then…I moved on to some military contracts. Now I’m freelance.” A crooked smile carved its way onto Garfield’s face. “I kinda like the freelance work.”
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Barbara couldn't help herself from laughing at Garfield's fumbling about. She shook her head and began to hack into the restaurant's speakers where the soft classical music use to play. She leaned in close to her microphone and added a voice scrambler, giving herself a sharp yet baratone mechanized voice. "Funny," she said as she hacked into the restaurant's electronics. "I could have swore your last name was Lynns."
Barbara wanted to let the panic sink in a little bit, she wanted to let Summer realize what was going on, she wanted Garfield to nervously sit there in the dark. Like a moth to the flames, Barbara was satisfied with her work, twisted as it was, she didn't want the poor girl to fall for this freak . She flipped on the emergency lights and leaned back admiring her work.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 13:51:48 GMT -5
S“As you should.” Summer teased lightly, bringing the wine glass to her red lips once more. Maybe there was something to this eating and drinking in the dark. Her taste buds exploding with the hints of pear and the aroma as well was intoxicating. With a bit of a blush, she sat it back down carefully on the tablecloth-covered napkin. The last thing she needed was to go to fast with the wine. She nodded, sucking in her cheeks as her hands returned back to her lap. A lighter? Summer couldn’t resist wrinkling her nose. “Oh, so, you smoke?” She asked, trying to hide the disgust in her voice. It was a nasty habit and one that she certainly couldn’t condone. Maybe this was strike one.
“Well, very nice to meet you Mr. Smith.” Such a common name. It would be difficult to perform some kind of search on him afterward. Then again, ‘Garfield’ wasn’t exactly common. A small giggle peeled from her lips as she heard the clinking of his glass. She could only assume that he had struggled to find it in the darkness just like she had.
Manicured hands fidgeting in her lap, she listened as he described what he did for a living. “That’s interesting! Is that a very demanding field?” Honestly, the last thing that Gotham City needed was access to any pyrotechnics. Still, they had their rightful place in movies and such. “Is that ever scary? I couldn’t imagine.” Her sentence was broken as the lights were unexpectedly flipped on.
Her eyes burned from the unexpected burst of light. “What is going on?” A siren accompanied the emergency lights as Summer shielded her eyes. “Is something wrong?” She asked the waiter near her who was frantically attempting to toss the goggles from his face. A chorus of shrieks and ‘ahh’s’ surfaced as the newfound light also had the same effect on them. They quickly adjusted back to the light, though producing an unexpected tear in each of her green eyes. Some of the diners quickly hurried out of their chairs and started toward the emergency exit. “Is there a fire or something?” She didn’t smell smoke…what was going on?
When she finally regained her posture, she glanced upward at her date, slightly panicked from the chaos. However, his image alone was far from what she had expected. He wasn’t her type to say the least, nor was he what she had picture in her head as he spoke. She held her breath for a moment, at a pure loss for words. The sirens stopped but the lights lingered as management tried to reign their customers back into the dining room.
Summer was a shallow, vain person though any feelings she normally would have had toward the situation were twisted and complex. Mostly because she was almost sure who he was. Back in one of her classes in college she had reviewed an old newspaper page that had been dedicated to whom she believed he was. It all added up. His story was not want she wanted to replay in her head “You’re not…” Summer averted her eyes, once again at a loss for words. “Your last name isn’t Smith.”
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“Smoke? I don’t smoke. I just like having a lighter. You can do tricks with the zippo ones,” Garfield commented almost instantly. It took him an extra second or two to wonder if he should have been offended by the disgust in her voice, but she carried on speaking to give him a pleasant enough greeting. Hearing her interest in what he did for a living made him sit up a bit taller in his seat with pride.
“It can be dangerous. I’ve gotten burned on more than one occasion,” he commented before she pressed on with another question. He was listening to it carefully when a voice came over the restaurant’s electronic speakers. He hadn’t noticed it immediately, but when his actual last name was called out, his blood ran cold. Who was that? Batman?! Unsettled, he began to rise out of his seat uncertainly when the emergency lights flicked on and blinded him.
Confused questions came from his date across the table whose eyes were still surely shocked from the light as his had been. The restaurant erupted into a relatively calm sort of chaos – compared to the chaos that filled his life normally anyway. There were shrieks and cries of surprise as sirens went off through the building. All of these sounds were not unfamiliar to Garfield. In fact, at another time he might have even enjoyed hearing it all. Not right now.
Garfield snapped his head back around to his date at the sound of her mentioning fire – quite pretty just like in her show. Geez…the camera really did add ten pounds though, didn’t it? Oop. She was looking at him. His scarred body, covered by his borrowed suit, did little to hide his scarred, hairless head. He could see the recognition flickering in her eyes as they met his own blue eyes. She knew. Summer averted them shortly, uttering a simple fact.
“No,” Garfield said, “It’s not. Sorry about that.” Lynns scowled slightly as he glanced over to the speakers. Dammit. He’d get them for this. Burn them right down to the damn ground! He didn’t have a clue how to track them down though. Riddler might be a good start though. For now, he figured that he ought to focus on getting out of here without the police catching him. The person behind exposing him likely had called them already, and if not, it was best to get the hell out of dodge what with his cover blown. The Garfield looked back to Summer with a mix of exasperation and doubt.
“You…” he said, “You’re going to be a problem, aren’t you?”
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Now it was like watching a drama. What would happen next? She heard the disgust in Summer’s voice, and for someone who just simply liked to hear themselves talk, and actually talked to a camera for a living, you could certainly tell the different tones in her voice. Garfield, realizing what was going on, like a slow panic crawling down his spine. Oracle decided to keep a tab on Lynns and Gleeson in case any other developments happened, for all she knew he could respond by torching the restaurant down. Maybe it wouldn’t be too dark for anyone to see their meals after all. No doubt, the fire bug was thinking of it right now.
The hacker began to cover her tracks. Her signal was bounced twenty satellites, hidden behind the best firewalls money could buy; she knew it. After all, they were LexCorp. When that was finished, Barbara relocated where the signal was coming from and routed it to an IP address that she felt was poetic justice; the news station where Summer worked. It made her feel good inside; it was exciting, like she was stealing cookies from the cookie jar without the consequences of being caught. Barbara felt comfortable doing such things from such an anonymous network, no long was leather and Kevlar her mask, the internet was a mask in and of itself.
It was possible to get caught, it was this reason why Barbara was working on her own private server, she didn’t have a name for it yet, but that was the best part. Every system in the world was connected to the internet. If she made a new system, then she would never be caught. From the looks of it, it was only a few short months away from completion.
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Fire really wasn’t much of her thing, though he seemed to have quite a passion for it. First the lighter and not to mention a career that had revolved around the element. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? While they were both red flags the moment he had mentioned it but only from the aspect of dating. Never did she think that once the lights were provided that she would be sitting across the table from a manic arsonist. It wasn’t easy to swallow her discomfort when she peered upon his features. To think someone could love something so much that that it ended up disfiguring him so terribly. Then again, the same could be said for her. Her love for her career resulted in many of unpleasant events, the most recent being bound and beaten by Oswald Cobblepott himself.
Now Summer was faced with a dilemma once more. Did she make a scene and call the police, or did she try to reason with the situation on her own accord. The sirens stopped but the panic continued. The restaurant was slowly trying to recover as the two seemed to be the lone pair that remained seated at their table.
“Why are you here?” She demanded quickly. Had the Penguin changed his mind? Had he hired Lyons to do away with her so that she no longer served to be a thorn in his side? It was certainly something she could picture in his head, hiring someone to burn her until she was unrecognizable and could no longer be identified when people came looking. It was certainly an equally tragic and suiting death for a woman so vain, but it didn’t make sense. Why was he wearing a suit? It was almost like he had truly prepared for such a date. Maybe his intentions were not malicious, but she couldn’t be too sure.
Not bothering to look down, she reached down and removed her phone from the contents of her clutch. She had used the device so much that she only needed to glance downward once in order to effectively type up a text underneath the table top. She wanted to have some kind of back up and having most of the GCPD on speed dial didn’t hurt either.
The lights shut back off, engulfing the two in complete darkness once more. Her nerves began to escalate rapidly as she continued to look in his direction. She flipped her sleek phone upside down so that the light it emitted would not give her away. “Define problem. As a criminal, I'd love to hear your definition.” Summer asked quickly, her voice low as not to scare a staff and others who were already uneasy. Hoping her actions had gone unnoticed, she waited for her explanation before doing anything drastic. He was an infamous being, his reputation one to rival most of the self-proclaimed villains that ran around the city.
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Summer’s rapid fire question surprised Garfield. It certainly had not been the immediate reaction that he had expected. The look of disgust by the sight of him, sure, that he had expected, but wasn’t it obvious what he was doing here? Even if it was extremely mortifying at this point. The only other thing he could think that she could possibly mean was assassination. If he had been contracted to do a hit on her, he definitely wouldn’t be wearing this monkey suit to do it. He put a certain flare into his work anyway. Cloak and dagger stuff wasn’t really his style, though he could make things seem like accidents.
Sighing and rubbing the back of his head, Lynns kept his intensely blue eyes locked onto Summer warily. Watching her. He grimaced, uncomfortable with this whole situation. “Why am I here?” he repeated, not as if he was mocking her, but as if he was asked himself that question. Why had he let his contact pester him into this? What woman would actually go for one of Gotham’s most infamous criminals? Well, besides the crazy ones. “I don’t even know,” Garfield finally said, with an self-reproaching look on his face, “This was a stupid idea.”
As darkness once again engulfed the restaurant, Lynns drew out the lighter stored in his pocket and rested his hands on the table, clasping them together with the lighter in between them. He listened to see if she would make a break for it or not. Instead, she surprised him again with a reply to his earlier query. Well wasn’t she a feisty little firecracker? Playing with fire a bit perhaps.
“Oh, I dunno. Make a scene? Call the police?” Garfield answered somewhat bitterly, keeping his voice low as well to avoid unwanted attention. “Screaming is also very not nice. I don’t exactly feel like dealing with the boys in blue tonight. Not that I would care if I had to burn this place to the ground. And why should I?” In fact, that sounded rather nice to Firefly. Yeah, maybe it was about time to scratch that itch.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 11:44:58 GMT -5
Oh Lynns. You poor thing; always talking a big game to freak out the people closest to him. The fact that he was already threatening to burn the restaurant down made her hack into the systems of the facility once again. She had the fire department on standby, and the SWAT on call, in case he decided to do anything drastic. Using the surveillance cameras, she acquired a digital scan of Garfield, he didn’t look like he was carrying anything. If at most, he had the lighter, and possibly a knife or other small firearm. Certainly he had no flamethrower; if he did, he had no tank. If he wanted to burn the place down, he would have to do a lot of work with that zippo. Even so, Barbara had the sprinkler system on the ready in the event he tried anything.
She looked back up at the camera’s footage, and merely shook her head at the thought of The Firefly as someone who would go out in a suit and tie for a date.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 23:05:48 GMT -5
She looked down at the device in her hand, now only dully illuminated in her smothered palm. It was difficult to think of a decision when she was on the spot. Though she was often impulsive, most of her choices didn’t work out like she thought they were. Instead, she tried to plan out her next move the more torn she became. The police were on speed dial, one detective in particular actually who she had become very close friends with over the year. His response to her unwanted encounters not only made a good story for her, but gained him quite a bit of public recognition for his acts of bravery. However, for this matter perhaps an entire team of cops might be better suited.
“So, this is really was supposed to be a date then? You aren’t here to…” She didn’t even bother to finish the sentence. Even if she was still both skeptical and fearful of her situation, the young reporter had yet to do anything dramatic. It would be comforting to know that he had truly come here to meet her. It certainly made her appear, well, genuine. Summer heard him mess with something underneath the table, she bit her lower lip, the sound obviously making her nervous. “I won’t scream.” She said hastily, her voice lowered so that no one around them could hear. Then again, no one would pay attention to them at the moment anyway. The staff continued to speed around in the darkness, trying to guide blind guests back to their seats or to the exit.
“Just please don’t do that.” The redhead pleaded. Recently a great deal of destruction had been the cause of her own actions. The last thing that she needed was to be the cause of any more. He didn’t seem to entirely agitate and he had yet to do anything but talk about the matter. “If you are upset or something I can understand, but that’s no reason to bring down this business” And quite possibly some of the people inside. Though a spark would provide some light, it was still a place that was designed to be fashionable, not functional. “I would rather you take it out on me before you did anything like that.” She said calmly and quietly, though her heart was pounding so loudly she was convinced she could hear each beat.
She knew that his condition was an illness. Her research on various Arkham patients gave her quite a bit of an understanding for such a thing despite how scary it could be. Even one of her best friends suffered from her own – quirks, as Summer liked to call them. The last thing she wanted to do was set him off, especially seeing as his quirks were tragically destructive. Besides, if she managed to calm him down there was still always the opportunity to change her mind later. How good would it look if hot-shot reporter, Summer Gleeson helped in the aid of bringing in the infamous Firefly?
The reporter opened her mouth to say something else, though a confused guest collided with the back of Summer’s chair. “Ow,” She exclaimed as she was shoved forward into the table. The drinks and open containers shifted forward in the collision, possibly splashing on the man opposite her. She gasped as she fumbled around the table with her free hand in attempt to fix it, oblivious to the fact that she had accidently clicked the ‘call’ button on her phone in her lap.
outfit: Summer is wearing this
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