There She Goes [Slade]

[charlie]

The sound of men chuckling and tampering with metal now seemed obvious to Charlie. Not that she was an expert, but as she looked down from the one story building where she was purched, she looked towards the four men breaking into what looked like a mens-ware store. Whether it be as simple as a store or as great as a national bank, it was illegal. More then that, it was wrong. So in her crouch she bounced from where she was.

Charlie knew that you could not take what you desire. That is why she was on the streets and not bouncing into mansions and taking what needs. Because she had morals. Something her mother had left with her. Even though it would make things easier, it would be hard on her conscience. And it would be even more baggage that Charlie wouldn't want to carry around.

Unfortunately these guys weren't built with that part of the brain. Reforming from pink smoke, Charlie was ready. Gliding in a falling kick in the air, a foot colided with the back of the one picking the lock. Their head colliding with the glass, they were stunned and Charlie just landed and looked to them. No weapons, no strength, this was going to be an easy win. As a fist flew at her she blocked it with ease and sent a punch up their face, stunning them as they fell backwards onto the ground. Charging from behind, she back kicked and launched the guy backwards and smack bang into a dumpster. Performing an easy front handspring she landed on the shoulders of the second last guy, crushing him to the ground. The last one, holding what she saw as a crow bar charged and performed a massive swing but bursting into a puff of pink smoke, it went straight through only for Charlie to bounce back and spin and send a kick in his face. The man was sent in an acrobatic glide towards the wall and hit it, falling down motionless.

A job well done for this meta but turning, she saw someone watching her.

''Didn't your mother tell you. Staring is rude''.

[revan]

To say that Slade was intrigued was an understatement. He had just finished meeting with a potential client, and was on his way to his current hideout in Gotham when he had heard something going on in the streets below him. As he stepped to the edge of the convience store roof that he had turned into a part of his free running lane, Slade spotted a small group of men crowding around the door of what was apparently a mens-ware store across the street. Seeing this, he shrugged, and started to turn away. They were small time thugs, and he had no business with them.

However, as he was turning, Slade spotted something odd on a nearby roof, roughly level with him. Despite the moonlight being less than helpful, he was able to spot a girl wearing the outfit of one of Batman's lackeys, Batgirl. He smiled beneath his mask. Grayson's female counterpart. He'd heard all about Batgirl from various sources, and, while never having actually fought her, he was well aware of her fighting style and combat skills, simply a result of having spent time studying every one of Batman's potential associates before he took the contract in Gotham.

Having had dealings with both Batman and Nightwing in the past, Slade figured it was only natural that he would eventually bump into Batgirl during one of his missions. Of course, there was a 87% chance that such a meeting would be one where they were enemies, rather than allies. That just wouldn't do... especially considering it payed to make friends with those you anticipated fighting. It made it easier to hit them where it hurts, especially because most people would slow up when fighting a friend, or at least aquaintance.

Knowing this, it would pay to play nice with Batgirl here. Even if Grayson had already described how horrible he was since his last meeting, or how he shot Wayne, to the girl, he could play up the good things Grayson had inevitably said.

Or so he thought he would.

Slade's eyebrows rose beneath his mask when the girl across from him vanished from the rooftop in a puff of what seemed like pink smoke, before reappearing on the ground below. Either his intel was wrong, or this wasn't the Batgirl he had read up on. His intel had informed him that Batgirl was just like the other protectors of Gotham: Human. Not superhuman, but just run of the mill, average, humans. Badass and highly trained humans of course, but still.

Nobody said anything about the girl teleporting.

He was sceptical, but he decided to let things play out. Maybe his intel had been horribly wrong? Calculator was almost never was, but perhaps this was the first time. If it was, Slade would be paying that man a visit, and personally making sure he repayed Slade every dollar he had spent on the information.

Watching the girl fight, however, allowed Slade to see that Calculator had in fact been right. This was not Batgirl, but someone else entirely. Interesting, really. Nobody had mentioned anyone with that ability in the city, which meant that she wouldn't be on Batman's payroll. Which meant this had to be someone freelancing. His brain raced quickly, as he formulated a quick plan at speeds that would make a NASA computer jealous, if the box had feelings. Slade knew exactly what he could do here. And he was going to do it.

He watched the girl beat the snot out of the thugs, with a smile on his face beneath his mask. She was good, he'd give her that. Mind you, she was fighting random street criminals... and not the big players in the city, so he wasn't seeing her true potential. But that didn't matter... he could find that out later. For now, this would do well enough.

When the girl finished, she turned, spotted him, and then called out. A sarcastic comment, eh? Good, the gal had spirit.

He stepped off the roof, and landed on the ground silently. He started walking towards her, talking as he went. "My mother did in fact tell me that lesson. But its hard not to stare at someone who's so blatently ripping off another person's outfit." Stopping about fifteen feet away from the girl, Slade adopted a casual stance, crossing his armoured arms as he waited for the girl's response.

[charlie]

The dark and gloomy streets were freaky enough without this. Since Halloween somehow came early this year, the fact had some guy watching her. He landed from a building jump and seemed to be amazed slightly by Charlie. In which she didn't know to take as a compliment or a reason to be worried. But as he sassed out her outfit, she wasn't going to stand for it. Especially a guy who looked like he was wearing a spiderman morph suit. "I did rip of a costume, yes. And you did too. You seemed to get it from jack the ripper, I better give it back to him".

He made her mad. Mostly because she didn't like being watched, but secondly about how he was. He seemed dark, intimidating and mysterious and she just kept her eyes fixated on him. She watched for any movement as well as trying to seem tough. Odd for a fourteen year old, but a girl had got to try. But his red and black suit made her a bit worried. If he was a criminal, then she wouldn't be to excited. If he was good, well, she would have to redefine the requirements. Such as; don't where suits that will scare little children. As he slid his arms over his chest, she did too. She just looked at him.

"So who are you? Boogyman?". The attitude came for free, a service she gave besides her knack for kicking butt. As a criminal went to rise, she rolled her eyes. When a teleporting super strong chicka bashes you and your friends up, it would probably be a good idea to stay down. So bouncing, she reappeared besides the man and kicked him hard in the face, forcing him back down. Bouncing back, she remained in the stance but this time she was smirking at him. She was half expecting for him to make his move and try to kill her, but no such luck. At least not yet.