little shadow, little shadow

[gevurah]

WHO: BATWOMAN and YOU
WHERE: various and some seedy locations in the City.
WHEN: between the nights of 3/19 till 3/23
WARNINGS: brb
SUMMARY: Caped vigilante doing her thing and running into people. FIESTA.
FORMAT: Quick, please! :c Just indicate when and where in the header and we're good to go.


[ Once again, she feels a prick of guilt when she slips out of the apartment, leaving Nill all alone for the night. It's the last thing she needs, but Kate reminds herself she knew what she was getting into when she first donned this uniform. It has to be done. This is her duty.

With that, she focuses on the tasks ahead of her for tonight. Time to get to work. ]

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On top of City Hall; 3/19 early nightfall

[enigmaestro]

[He missed it, there was no question. He missed the crisp, cutting air at this level, he missed the perspective of people dotting along city streets like pinpricks. Edward Nygma missed running outside of society sometimes, even though he simultaneously adored running it.

The conflict caused a subtle schism in his mind.

So sometimes, when nights were clean and clear, he'd sneak past the usual security and unriddle the proper padlocks. Sometimes he'd climb onto the soaring roof of City Hall and watch the pinpricks dart about below.

Sometimes it soothed him.]

[gevurah]

[ What Eddie saw as pinpricks, Kate saw as individuals casually going about their lives. Innnocents under her watchful eye, unaware of the many devotees to justice watching out for their safety every single night.

It's the glimpse of green and purple accents that gets her to turn around, perching herself on a ledge of a building opposite of City Hall. She's not far, but not close enough to have her presence detected.

Ugh.

She'd prefer to be anywhere else right now, but she also prefers he not get any closer to edge. ]

[enigmaestro]

[He stepped onto the ledge, looking down. His hands were behind his back, his smirk was casual. Eddie had spent more than a decade running around rooftops (often in spandex, often running away, and often while shooting at a moving, Bat-shaped target) and his muscle memory to balance and poise stood strong.

The thrill was something to indulge in, the murmur of risk and spectacle.]

3/20 NIGHT SOMETIME

[bests]

[ who has two thumbs and enjoying the fact that she can fly again after all last month? this chick.

she's being rather lazy about it, looping circles around the tops of skyscrapers slowly as she goes around the city in something resembling patrol. she may or may not be humming bon jovi as well. ]

[gevurah]

[ Maybe she's been watching for a couple of minutes. Who knows. Kate's gotten used to running across others during patrol, so she isn't unwilling to let her company be known when she hops onto one of the stone gargoyles. ]

Ms. Marvel.

[bests]

[ carol turns when she hears her name and moves until she's hovering a few feet in front of kate. there's a small smile on her face as she places her hands on her hips. ]

Ms. Passerby. Nice to see you again.

3/20 [Abandoned Warehouse #518]

[mutelunatic]

[Chell wasn't one for social codes. she didn't know that there was anything particularly creepy about a lone young woman in a bright orange jumpsuit wandering the streets in the middle of the night with a gun-like device in hand.

she didn't know that it would be suspicious-looking if she snuck into a random warehouse that once belonged to some kind of pastry-making company.

she didn't know that the sounds coming from said device would echo ominously from the warehouse into the night.

but she honestly had to try this out. a few hours ago she had discovered that the AHPD could be pulled out of thin air and rest comfortably in her hands, and while she had no idea how such a thing was possible...she just had to. it was practically second nature to use this thing. even before she regained access to the device in her hands she had found smooth white surfaces catching her eye every now and then, the inner workings of her brain figuring out where another portal could be placed for ideal velocity or puzzle solving...even though there were no puzzles to be solved.

no tests to be taken.

she at least had the decency to sneak off to a remote location to try this. and the warehouse had plenty of smooth surfaces and boxes to climb on.

just like hom--...the facility.

with a deep breath, she fires her first portal...a blue one, on the ground in front of her. When the portal takes shape, there's a sigh. a few feet away are a pile of well-stacked crates a dozen or so feet high. angling her gun over at the wall across it, she shoots the secondary portal: orange this time. then, with a jump she falls into the blue, out of the orange, and then shoots another blue portal before she lands on the ground again, gaining momentum as she exits the orange a second time...

and lands expertly on her feet on top of the tower of crates.

there's a satisfied breath as she stands atop her new perch, looking around.]

((lmao what is sleep....and what is tl;dr in action brackets.))

[gevurah]

[ And Chell had been tailed from the very moment the corner of Kate's eye caught sight of that gun. It's a brief glimpse, but she recognizes it, and is taken aback for a second to see it after so long. Some sort of portal device someone had once experimented with on the Network many months ago.

But it had been faulty and potentially harmful to the people around. She doesn't recognize this woman's face, though she can make out the determined look in her eyes.

So she follows her... like a ghost. She moves from rooftop to rooftop, eventually making her way toward the warehouse. From a window above, she watches the experimentation of the portal gun unfold. Well, this woman clearly knows what she's doing, but curiosity is only a natural part of a Bat's nature.

If Chell is paying attention, she might make out a large, dark silhouette disappearing into the shadows. ]

[mutelunatic]

[Chell's always been one to pay attention to detail, it's how she's managed to stay alive for as long as she has.

she looks over just in time to notice the silhouette disappear, and she feels the hairs on the back of her neck prickle with unease as she remains staring in that one spot.

any normal person would call out, ask 'who's there?' but Chell had made a habit out of not talking, so she simply remains quiet, watching, trigger finger at the ready if there winds up being a need to escape.]

3/21. late night, scummy alley.

[christlike]

[ It's a decrepit alley like any other, draped clotheslines hung between the buildings. A homeless man naps away in a corner. Outside of the ambient sound of cars in the distance, it's quiet. And peaceful.

He sits, slumped against a wall, helmet tucked under an arm. The night is ancient, yet the frustration of not actually achieving anything is eminent; a day wasted in search, but no action. Eyes closed, Azrael rests. Inactive, at least for a moment. ]

ohoho

[gevurah]

[ The scenery is all too familiar; the smells, the piles of garbage and people tucked away into corners, another man desperately attempting to keep the garbage can he needs aflame for warmth.

Sometimes, it's as if she hasn't left Gotham. If it's not the Cityzens, it's the imPorts who provide familiarity.

Her footsteps would go unnoticed to the untrained senses. She walks along the edge of the roof, unaware of her company below. ]

3/22, central park at night!

[indentcision]

[ Someone's skulking around, his hands clenched at his sides and grumbling to himself. Maybe arguing with himself. ]

You have no business trying to tell me what to do. I'm going through with it no matter what you-- no, you shut up, you're the one deluding yourself with fake cures and the idea of playing house. All because you still want her. You want her back -- we both do, and this isn't the way--

[ Harvey picks up a rock, gripping his fingers, unsure what to do with it. He's oblivious to his surroundings, at that moment. He just thinks it's lucky that he's alone. ]

No, it isn't like that.

Shut up.

[gevurah]

[ Her blood runs cold, chest feeling stuck in an iron vice. Without drawing attention to herself, she quietly saunters into the tall trees and watches.

She hates this waiting period. From the day she saw him at the towers, she started her own private countdown to the day Harvey Dent's reformation crashes and burns.

Because it's going to happen. She only wishes it were sooner. ]

GENERIC SEEDY ALLEY #4932 ON THE 20TH. also can he read her thoughts?

[dazzlingyou]

[ Edward had been more entertained at night in the City than he had anticipated when he first arrived. The city seemed to never sleep; there was always somebody outside, no matter the time. He never talked to any of them, keeping to himself, but it felt a little less lonely. Especially when he was away from his family here.

Kate catches his eye; he had seen his fair share of caped vigilantes since arriving, and they always interested him. He made sure to keep himself hidden, following her, watching what she did and how she did it. People-watching was his new favorite hobby. ]

sure! and jsyk she has power nullification!!

[gevurah]

[ She scopes the dark and dirty niche as she goes about patrol. There's not much happening below; homeless men and women curled up with nothing but tattered newspapers to use as blankets. Some of them has food they had been digging for in garbage cans to keep up their strength.

Really, it's like a home away from home here at times. She misses home everyday herself. Since she arrived, she'd never settled in properly.

Somewhere along her third rooftop in this particular area, the feeling of being watched is upon her. As she reaches the edge of the building, ready to leap off of it, she calls out without looking back: ]

I'd prefer if you didn't.

[ Is it Robin again? She hopes he's not tailing her for what feels like the millionth time. ]

late night 3/21, some rooftops in a bad section of town

[futurebatwoman]

[ She likes being on patrol again. Tonight is no exception, the clock heading on towards midnight as she stands on a roof somewhere near the edge of her usual route, checking a police report that just came through on her communicator for a moment. It looks like it's nothing that requires her attention, and so she stows the communicator and looks around, determining her next swing-through. ]

[gevurah]

[ Maneuvering over a chimney, then under a thick metal pipe with swift ease, she spots the other Batwoman and changes direction to head over toward her. She spring forward on her hands, feet kicking up into the air.

She purposely puts weight into her landing, so the other female knows she isn't alone anymore. ]

3/23, a few blocks from a drug deal

[latrodectus]

[Since the skrull incident, Natasha has felt like more and more like punching things. It wasn't much like her, the vigilante thing, going out onto the rooftops and hoping for a fight. Not anymore.

But times change. And people change with them.]

[gevurah]

[ It's one thing to see a fellow mask out here, it's another to see what looks like on first glance a civilian woman out all by herself. But what are the odds of that in a place like this?

Interests are piqued and she's on Natasha's tail. ]

22nd, midnightish

[onblackwings]

[ She doesn't come to the City that often. Really, she doesn't. She has a swamp now, that's much better than the ugly press of humanity that one finds in the City, no matter the hour. But now and then she finds a reason to stop back in, and when she does, well... she had always privately enjoyed the great heights for perching provided by the taller buildings downtown.

She's coiled around the roof of one of these now, crouched like a great black cat, gleaming orange eyes surveying the well-light streets below. The lights don't reach up quite this high, and she stays nicely shadowed as she watches the humans below. She can almost taste them even now, when she'd made sure to satiate her appetite on some much-tastier animal, outside of the City. ]

this reminds me carrie and her still gotta run into each other again!!

[gevurah]

[ Even in the dark, she makes out a creature's large shape curled around a building. Something incredibly large and familiar, but unwanted. One look and she's well aware she can't fend off that thing alone.

Forgiveness was not something Kate easily distributed either.

She forgoes sneaking around or pressing closely to the dark. Instead, she boldly swings on over. A gentle thud of her boots on the ground signify her arrival. ]

I don't think so.

21st, around 3am!

[slingshots]

[ She's gotten good at slipping quietly from shadow to shadow in pursuit of some target or another (losing the bright colors... yeah, definitely helps). She makes a game of it sometimes, to see how close she can get before she's noticed. No, tracking isn't hard. Taking down is easy enough, if you do it smart. Locating in the first place is even getting easier as she goes, as she memorizes the patterns of the City and its crime.

No, what she still has to work on is keeping up her awareness of everything else around her while she's focusing so intently. She's currently poised at the edge of a rooftop, staring down into the alley below, (only three men, dealers, and a customer on the way. It won't be much of a challenge, with surprise on her side) and almost utterly oblivious to anything that isn't mentally labeled 'target'. ]

[gevurah]

[ Well, this is quite the surprise.

It's practically commonplace in the City to run across another mask during patrol, but this is the first time she's unknowingly worked the same case. The first time she met Redbird had been an odd meeting; too many personal things going on between her and Dick. Things she disapproved of hearing about while they were dealing with Dent.

She's young and possibly still making the same amateurish mistakes.

She makes her landing, grappling hook hung back onto her belt. ]

Night of the 22nd, rooftop somewhere.

[lyingbrat]

[Practice, Lyra had been told, was the key to getting things right. Which was part of the reason why she'd dressed in her darkest, plainest clothes and jumped out her window, with Pan tucked riding in her rucksack, and practiced flying.

Not being noticed was... well, it didn't take much skill when you knew how to make yourself invisible, but Lyra had dropped the illusion when she'd dropped onto a rooftop to catch her breath and look out over the city.]

[gevurah]

[ Out of the corner of her peripheral vision, something emerges -- seemingly out of nowhere. She doesn't believe it's a trick of the little light up here, but that does irk her immediately to make out the silhouette of a small kid. Possibly in their early teens.

She sees no bold colors akin to the costumes teen sidekicks tend to wear. The muted and dark colors tell her this girl is smart enough to either do as she's told or know what colors won't out her during night ops. She hopes it's not the latter, as there's no symbol to recognize her by.

In one fluid movement, she handsprings across. ]

What are you doing?