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Post by simba on Feb 10, 2011 0:49:49 GMT -5
Batman would rather doubt that a research lab would put that much expense into building such a device and then put it together in such a... haphazard fashion. Unless, of course, they had to throw it together in a rush, or in an otherwise nasty manner. Which means... well, that's a lot of speculation, there. Batman finished putting away the last of his tools before glancing up at Catwoman. Batman simply ignored her question. Miniature tools are a very useful, common thing to have around, frankly, especially when dealing with sensitive instruments, and watch batteries... well, frankly, Batman didn't keep them around for watches. A tiny, moderately powerful charge can be extraordinarily useful in tight situations.
Batman took the bag into his gauntlet-covered hand and stuck it on his belt, his attention turning back over to the tiny cat and... well, being rather caught by surprise. Of course, Batman is good enough a superhero to not show it. He wasn't really sure what he expected from the cat, but for it to... talk... was certainly not it. Nonetheless, at the comment regarding his smell, Batman couldn't help but crack an uncharacteristic grin beneath his cowl. Batman proceeds to do something rather odd... he introduces himself. "You can call me Batman," he said simply. "What are you called?"
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Post by Avalikia on Feb 10, 2011 2:39:30 GMT -5
Again, Catwoman's eyes are mostly on Batman for the time being. The reason being that she's still not sure she totally trusts him either. The fact that he wanted her help on detective work was suspicious to her, and kind of screamed 'trap.' It made her nervous, to say the least.
It only took the high pitched voice of the cat to pull her attention away from the Dark Knight and onto the tom himself however. The threats coming from the 'smart little guy' made her smirk, and she couldn't help but chuckle out loud, though she did attempt to suppress it. "You're welcome." She said in a condescending manner, but didn't dwell on the smaller creature's rudeness for very long. "I'm Catwoman." She said, and then turned back to Batman, since he never really did answer her last question.
"I don't mind helping you out if I can.." She started, and thought over the target of suspicion again. A .. botanist. A wealthy one. Didn't seem like much of a threat to her. "What kind of information you expect to get out of her, anyway? You do know what her profession is, don't you?" By now, she had a hand on her hip and was looking at him quite questionably.
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Post by cat on Feb 10, 2011 3:26:44 GMT -5
When Catwoman laughs, the cat glares daggers at her. But he can tell that she's trying not to, and that appeases him. For now. But the introductions from both of them are... inadequate. "Yes, yes, I know what you're called," he responds hastily, "I've been here the whole time you've been throwing all these names around. What I want to know is what kind of people you are - not like any I've ever run into before, that's for sure. And can someone adjust my collar? The volume hurts my ears and the pitch... I'm annoying myself to death here." And then there's a brief pause as he manages to pull together enough willpower to tack on a "Please?"
As for his own name, he simply responds with, "The people in the lab called me '63', but that's not really a name, is it?" That he's just revealed a part of his past that they were wondering about escapes him - he couldn't care less about his past, except for the simple thought that being in the lab was no fun compared to being out of it. That anyone else would care about his past when he cares so little for it himself just wouldn't occur to him.
Instead his attention is on trying to follow their conversation. Sometimes he overhears useful information when he does that, but more often it's just less boring than being left to his own thoughts. That was one good thing about the lab - other intelligent cats to talk to instead of the stupid ones who couldn't talk or the humans who constantly looked down upon him even now that his collar is fixed. They were all arrogant jerks, but at least they treated him with some level of respect.
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Post by simba on Feb 12, 2011 0:03:38 GMT -5
Aforementioned arrogant jerk keeps his attention on Catwoman for a long moment. Albeit he is definitely a handsome, gruff, and debonaire jerk, mind you. "Don't let appearances deceive you, Catwoman," the Batman responds almost curtly. "She's more than she seems," the Batman continues quickly. "I want to know what she's doing, if it's out of the ordinary, and why she hasn't seen her 'mentor' in months." Since that doesn't just cry out 'something smells fishy in fishtown'.
The talking cat, however, does manage to gather his attention again as he... well, introduces himself. Not everyday a cat introduces himself, mind you. Batman crouches back over and adjusts the volume knob on the collar before standing back up again and glancing up to the roof from whence he came. "63, I'd like your help as well," the gruff voice repeats out once again. "Assist Catwoman in gathering information on the Ventriloquist and this Pamela Isley, and I'll get your collar into much better order. Deal?" He asks gruffly. Making deals with cats is almost as bad as making deals with the devil. Then again, he's never actually /made/ a deal with a cat before. Besides Catwoman. And he hasn't seen her 'meow' and curl up in his lap lately.
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Post by Avalikia on Feb 12, 2011 2:02:20 GMT -5
Batman's suspicion of what she thought was nothing more than an over privileged academic was something that made her roll her eyes behind her goggles, but gave a nod and a shrug simultaneously anyway. Sure, a botanist was an unlikely source of criminal intent. Then again, so was a socialite with a fondness for cats, but she had her nights. Plus, there was that end bit about how long it'd been since Pamela had seen her mentor, and that did have at least a little say in the matter.
Selina has paid astoundingly less attention to a talking cat than one would think she would, and for this, she feels slightly guilty. There goes Batman, hogging the spotlight again! Watching the two of them interact for a moment, she hears his request for the cat to help her out, which makes her bite her lower lip in thought for a moment. "If you want, that is." She interjects, and looks at Batman with half a scowl on her face. "Not only will Batman fix your collar for you, but you can stay with me if you'd like. You don't have to if you don't want to, and you're free to come and go as you please.. but you're more than welcome to have a warm place to stay and something to eat." And she wasn't talking dry cat food, either.
In response to his question however, she doesn't say anything for the moment. For one, it's hard to place just what she is. A criminal, sometimes. Other times, a vigilante not very much unlike Batman. At the mention of his 'name', however, she does smile. "It's a pretty lousy name. Given by lousy people, no doubt. Would you prefer to be called something else?" She asks, and still can't shake that feeling of temporary insanity, that she's basically asking a cat, for real, what his preferred alias is.
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Post by cat on Feb 12, 2011 2:44:49 GMT -5
Again nobody gives a satisfactory answer to his question, and the cat is not pleased. Though that Batman readjusts the collar properly does help soothe his temper a little. Whatever else, at least he's got his collar fixed, and that's a huge improvement on his life right there.
But what Batman asks of him prompts a glare, though fortunately Catwoman's words interrupt his thoughts before he can organize them enough for the collar to project. So his response is slightly more muted that it would have otherwise been. "I will do as I please. Maybe it pleases me to help you with your problems, and maybe it doesn't," he says as he starts to idly lick at one of his forepaws, "I'm too tired from all that running to think about much else, and I haven't eaten since last night. Though if you want to help me with that, then maybe I'll be in a better mood." He glances up meaningfully at Catwoman at that last part before he switches to grooming the other paw.
Her last question causes him to pause mid-lick though to consider it for a moment before he goes right back to licking and says, "You can call me whatever you want, but if I don't like it I won't answer to it." Ultimately, his name is of small importance to him; it's not like whatever word they use to represent him changes anything - though if it's offensive then it's offensive.
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Post by simba on Feb 22, 2011 20:39:16 GMT -5
If there is anything that the Batman has learned in his time as a crime-fighter, it is that 'over-privileged academics' and 'socialites with a fondness for cats' are often the most likely candidates for super-villainy. After all, who else has the time, the money, and the general level of intelligence capable of pulling off the activities necessary involving true evil. Same for superheroes, of course... who other than a rich billionaire with far too much time on his hands is capable of putting on a fancy crime-fighting suit and go beat up a bunch of bad guys.
As for these two felines (well, feline and wannabe feline), Batman simply grinned darkly beneath his cowl. Oh, these two are going to be fun to work with. Then again, he's got a use for them, and frankly, catching the supervillains that plague Gotham is the far greater evil than a talking cat and someone tantamount to a furry with a criminal streak.
"Good. I'll find you," the Batman says simply, rather ambiguously, of course, before suddenly shooting up his grappling hook into the air. Feeling it latch onto the crenelations of the building looming above them, the Batman swung up into the air, disappearing into the dark of night with a 'WHOOSH'. Hey, if there's anything Batman's proud of, it's his entries and his exits.
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Post by Avalikia on Feb 28, 2011 16:25:31 GMT -5
For the most part, Catwoman basically ignores Batman's exit. He'll find her, so he said. Good. Because she doesn't have the time nor the use really to go around Gotham City looking for him. Not that she'd even know where to begin, anyway. While she has a pretty designated area for where she can be found lingering, Batman had kind of claimed the entire city as his stomping ground. Not very convenient for any allies of his.
"I don't live too far from here.. couple of blocks." She said absentmindedly, though she was speaking to 63. And the 'couple of blocks' was more like 20-something blocks, her home being on the fringe of the wealthy borough of North Gotham and the hopeless cesspool of Gotham's East End. "We should get moving, and I promise you a meal when we get there. And a bed, if you want to stick around." Saying this, Catwoman adjusts her goggles against her eyes and begins to walk away at a decently fast pace, appearing as though she didn't care whether or not the cat followed. Either way, the two of them had a good half hour walk ahead of them, at least.
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Post by cat on Feb 28, 2011 20:42:15 GMT -5
Since Batman's been talking about doing things that probably require effort while Catwoman's been talking about food and a good place to sleep, naturally the cat doesn't pay much attention to Batman's departure either. Instead, Catwoman has his entire attention since she's speaking his language. Her estimate of the distance goes in one ear and out the other - with what she claims is at the end of the walk, he'd follow her clear across town. He really has only one concern at this point: "Just as long as I don't have to run," he comments as he starts to follow her at a brisk trot - that's a pace he can can keep up for a lot longer than the mad dashes he'd been making earlier in the evening.
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