Happy to See Me? [Huntress]

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“Thanks for your help.” Batgirl called to the fellow masked man as he speed away on his motorcycle, her hands on her wide hips as she attempted to catch her breath. It had been an eventful night, but after defeating one of Gotham’s city-wide criminals and watching the man leave in handcuffs Babs felt an undeniable sense of pride swelling inside of her. As the criminal was lowered into the police car, she could hear his threats targeted in her direction. The redhead simply waved in his direction, blowing a sarcastic kiss that only seemed to provoke the man’s anger. As the police car door slammed, the abundance of red and blue lights started to decrease as each officer left the scene.

Before she could catch sight of her father or the rest of her labeled family that consisted of the police department, Batgirl was gone. With a persistent smile on her face, the masked redhead scaled the rooftops of Gotham at a surprising speed considering the abundance of energy she had just wasted. Headed back to the direction of her home, Batgirl was prepared to call it a night. With the time reading that it was five in the morning, she knew the sunlight would be quickly approaching and the redhead desperately needed to get a few hours of sleep before she was expected to arrive to her first class in a matter of hours.

Landing on the rooftop of Gotham Apartments, something didn’t seem right. The redhead sensed a presence other than her own, causing her hands to tighten into clenched fists as she whirled around, expecting to see a figure.

ooc: worst. start. ever. but I will make it up to you later!

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Huntress had been following the case for some time now. Staying back into the shadows, staying away from the Bats. She didn’t like them and they didn’t like her attitude. It suited her. She wasn’t a fan of the kid friendly justice they dispensed. She knew the only way to stop these criminals, hoods and freaks alike, was to make sure they couldn’t pick themselves back up, one way or another. Sure, Batman had recognized her for her talent as a detective and a crime fighter, but her ways weren’t his and he threatened her over it. She didn’t budge from that, she wouldn’t give in or let anyone feel like they had one up on her. So, now as she stood back in the shadow of the late night, having watched a Bat finish her business, Helena couldn’t help but feel a bit of anger.

Anger, she was used to. Anger is what fuel her. But this…this wasn’t just anger. A bit of jealousy could be dashed in. Jealousy that this little girl playing dress up got the approval of the city just because she dressed up as a bat. “Good job out there. Time for milk and cookies then off to bed?” Her voice was low but it was audible, and no hint of her anger or any other emotion as she stepped from the shadows, her form coming into view of the paranoid girl. Huntress didn’t wear a full body suit, but her armor wasn’t all Kevlar. Helena was tough, and if feelings could become physical manifestations, she’d be wearing a mechanical suit of armor right now. She crossed her arms and stared down the red head as the moments ticked off between the two of them. “Now back out of my business. You and King Nothing can take on the freaks. The mafia belongs to me.” Her blue eyes narrowed more as she spoke, a bit more of her anger came out just slightly in her speech.

Huntress could tell this girl was still a girl, no matter what she may think. She wasn’t like Helena. She didn’t grow up in a world full of monsters. She just thought she did. She may think she knew what was out there, but this Batgirl didn’t have much of a chance. She was trying to help the city, but not in a way that would ever work. Not in Helena’s eyes, not in the eyes of the Huntress. This city had a cancer, and god help her, her family was part of it, but this kid was not a surgical knife and had no business out here.

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Standing in a rather defensive stance with her fingers curled into tight fists, she could sense that she wasn’t alone. The redhead waited for the figure to step out of the shadows before she could convince herself of what was the next move to make. The moment her eyes fell upon the woman, she didn’t bother to let up, but instead had to go to great lengths to hide the scowl once she identified the woman. “Only after I braid my pigtails, want to come tuck me in?” She countered back, her nails digging into her palms to the point that they develop half-moon crescent shapes into her skin. Huntress wasn’t a friend and far from her ally, despite their common efforts to clean up Gotham.

Forced to tilt her chin to look up at the woman before her, Batgirl took a moment to look her up and down with a look of disgust. “Oh does it? Because last time I checked that was me back there dealing with them, not you. There is no vigilante jurisdiction, so back off. I got the job done. You should be glad, now you have more time to go home and dye your grays. You’re welcome” Batgirl shot back, her anger and annoyance getting the best of her. She collected herself, drawing herself to her full height in attempt not to be intimidated by the woman before her.

Despite how tired her body was from the impact of Batgirl duties, school, work and all of the drastic efforts she went through to conceal her double life, she couldn’t exactly leave. Doing so meant she might as well just rip of the mask and hand her identity to Huntress seeing as they were standing on the rooftop to her and her father’s apartment.

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This girl thought that she was the hero. She didn’t know that this was a family matter, and family should always deal with family, no matter how much you loathed them. “You’re right, I wasn’t there. I was somewhere else, taking care of a situation caused by your inactive boss!” She snarled. Why was it so hard for her to accept that anyone else could handle the mafia? “That guy was linked to a number of things, but thanks to you, he’s only on the hook for one of them. Because that’s all he’s going to cop to, kid!”

She recognized that movement, the fearsome posing as the woman stared her down. She smirked a little. This kid had no clue who she was dealing with. Really. No one in that little club did. Helena was as ferocious as a lion. She’d endured more than anyone else could have dealt with, and yet, she still worked to find the good in people while trying to destroy those who made her into what she was. No, they didn’t make her. She was her own choice, but she was a necessity. Batman didn’t scare them anymore because they knew he didn’t kill them. She knew that this bastard this…child handed over to the police would strike a plea deal and get a lesser sentence, that’s what really enraged her about the situation. They didn’t deserve that sort of special treatment. “Because of you, he’s going to get to walk!” She snarled again. “Because of you, the cops will make a bargain with him and he’ll just get to make a new life somewhere else, and make someone else miserable! That is what none of you understand!"

Her fists were clenched, her anger was rising. She never missed her father, not ever her mother. She missed her brother. Because of people like the Bat, those who only captured their prey and then let it roam around on a leash, her brother was dead. “You just handed over a man that should be dead. A man who ruined an innocent life, but because of you…” She narrowed her eyes behind her mask. “His victim will watch him walk out of police custody and wonder, where is the justice in the world.”

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With a roll of her eyes and hands curled into tight fists, she should have known that Batman’s name was sure to surface in such a combination. It appeared as though a great deal of her encounters revolved around the mysterious man: where he was, what he was doing. It was a common theme that she was more than used too. “And what situation would that be?” Batgirl asked followed by a sigh that almost showed she was completely uninterested. It wasn’t that she would like to know, but any information from such a source was already dismissed as far as our masked heroine was concerned. Neither woman was a fan of the other nor Batgirl would much rather find her own leads rather than ask from any help of Huntress.

“First off, don’t call me kid. And what did you expect me to do? Ignore him until it all got way out of hand? I saw what he was doing and acted – it’s not like I asked for the police to come either. Trust me, I would much rather handle things without them.” This was getting blown out of proportion, but Batgirl could tell that something to do with this criminal hit her a little too close to home. While she was aware that the woman typically stuck towards mob-related crimes, the redhead never exactly sat down to discover why. “Please, you don’t know that for a fact, you are just assuming.” Perhaps the eighteen year old didn’t truly understand, but she was not going to back down so easily, despite how much her argument seemed to anger the woman opposite of her.

“I’ll never understand? Please. Just because I didn’t let you beat some mob member to a bloody pulp to make yourself feel better doesn’t mean I did the wrong thing.” Still, the woman was making her feel slightly guilty. Babs tried to shake off the feelings of regret and easily managed to do so by replacing them with those of anger and annoyance. “Now why don’t you go bother someone else? I stand by everything I did this evening. If you have any complaints why don’t you go file them with my ‘inactive boss’.”