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[futurebatwoman]

WHO: Max Gibson (sometimes as Batwoman) and whoever else makes an appearance
WHERE: City Hall, the streets at night, her apartment, wildcard option
WHEN: May 24th-31st
WARNINGS: none atm
SUMMARY: Max is breaking into song at City Hall, packing up her apartment, patrolling, etc.
FORMAT: will match whatever

May 25th (or 24th or 28th-31st), daytime

Work was going pretty well. Unexpectedly well, if she was being honest. Yeah, Nygma was demanding and difficult, and Andy had disappeared just as she'd started getting some ideas, and half the time she still wasn't entirely certain what on earth she was doing here or why anyone had thought she was the right person for this job in particular. But she was, she thought, making some progress. Paperwork was starting to make sense now, instead of her instinctual reaction being to set it on fire. Today, however. Today was not good.

If there was a list of things she absolutely definitely should not do so that she could retain some semblance of dignity in this job for longer than two weeks - well.

Breaking out into song in the middle of the afternoon was at the top of that hypothetical list.

Not even the Beatles. Not even the somewhat appropriate to her current work 'We Can Work It Out'. She froze in the middle of the hallway as the last notes dwindled away, her mysterious back up crooners blinking as they looked around in confusion. Oh no. Oh no. 


May 24-31st, nighttime

Patrolling was a constant. (Half a year now. Weird feeling.) She tried to be on the streets by eleven, and generally stayed there until around two or three, whenever things started slowing down. It meant that she was never awake more than half an hour before she needed to be at work and she generally slept for an hour or two when she got back in the evening, but she could live with that. (Another thing to explain to Midii somehow.)

She might not be the most qualified Bat, but she was doing a good job.



May 26th-27th, daytime

The move was coming up fast. Faster than she'd expected, actually, and she woke up on Saturday, looked at her mess of an apartment with its tools and broken half-fixed machines and clothes scattered everywhere and sighed.

So, packing.

She would probably need to spend all her free time this weekend on it. She sure wasn't going to get any of it done during the week, between Work and Other Work and checking on Midii and Research.

Maybe she'd order pizza and stick on some really stupid movies and see if she could blitz her way through most of it.


[ ooc: Stick a date/time/place in the header or comment. City Hall is open to any workday during the timespan, not just after/while she's struck by the singing bug. Also I lied, there is no wildcard option. Unless you really want one in which case ... there is I guess? ]

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24 ; nighttime

[titaness]

_{( Patrol wasn’t necessarily a constant for Donna. Sure, she kept up with regular heroing activities in the City, but she’d never been the type to have a strict schedule and sweeping ground. That wasn’t strictly a Bat activity, but they definitely did it best. Nevertheless, tonight she’s flying low between the skyscrapers, eyes on the ground. There’s been a minimal amount of activity, and she’s thinking of turning in when she spots something out of the corner of her eye. She knew the look of the costume, but couldn’t recognize the person, and that was enough to keep her curious. She knew Dick was doing his best to keep track of the many extended family members he’d acquired in the City, but there was no reason someone else couldn’t say hi, too. So she flew down, one hand raised in greeting. )}

Busy night?

donna! *__*

[futurebatwoman]

[ She looked up from ziptieing a thugs' hands and blinked. She didn't think she recognized this particular hero, which wasn't all too unusual in the City but still worth a momentary pause. ]

Little bit, but not too bad.

You?

:')

[titaness]

_{( Donna sense the pause, and simply inclines her head. She's used to not being explicitly recognized--sometimes she thinks she prefers it to still being called Wonder Girl. )}

Nothing too catastrophic, so I can't complain.

You know, I recognize the symbol, but not you specifically. What should I call you?

[futurebatwoman]

Always nice to hear.

[ Someone who knew the Batsymbol, and perhaps other Bats, then. Max finished sending a message to the police and then stood up fully. ]

I'm Batwoman.

I don't think I know you either.

[titaness]

Ah, I heard there were two of you. _{( That's said with an approving look. Donna will never say no to more lady heroines. )}

My name's Donna. But I suppose my most recognizable codename was Wonder Girl.

May 26, daytime

[unetrustworthy]

Midii had already finished the majority of her packing days ago. It helped that she didn't have much; some clothes, books, her school supplies (that box remained open in case she needed something for class), and a few necessities for her two kittens.

Homework already completed for that Tuesday--since Monday was considered a Holiday--she decided to go visit her guardian to see if Max needed any help.

It was just after one in the afternoon when she came up to the apartment door and gave a quiet knock.

[futurebatwoman]

Max opened the door, half expecting it to be her pizza, and then grinned and swung it open wider.

"Hey," she said, gesturing her to come on in. "I'm making pretty good progress, I think we're good to go as soon as I get the paperwork done." And sure enough, the apartment was looking pretty good, if the boxes made it look even more crowded than usual. It had never been big, given that there was only one room and a kitchenette, and today the boxes managed to close it off more.

Still, anything she wouldn't immediately need in the next week was cleared out, leaving just the bare essentials of her tech array and kitchen equipment. "I've been productive."

[unetrustworthy]

Midii stepped inside, glancing around the room. There were a considerably large number of boxes scattered around. Far more than she had needed to pack, but that made sense. Not everybody carried as little as she did. Old habit; you took what you needed, maybe one or two things you wanted, and nothing more.

"So I see." She commented with a smile, turning to Max. "I came to see i you needed any help, but it looks like you do not need it. I already finished my packing."

[futurebatwoman]

The majority of those boxes were her machines - halfway fixed, all the way fixed and in use. She didn't keep a great deal of other things around. Most all of her clutter was her tools or machines.

"I thought you might be a quick packer," Max said with a grin, and gestured to some cushions she'd stuck on a few boxes shoved against the wall. A make shift couch. "I've got pizza on the way soon, if you want to stick around and eat with me. Maybe watch a movie or something."

whenever ;;

[snidepiper]

"Hey, do you have one of those little clawgrabby staple remover--oh, you're busy."

Piper was not the sort to be perturbed by walking in randomly on the new chick having a disco party.

"...should I come back later?"

[futurebatwoman]

Shit. That was the guy who'd taken over Andy's committee, wasn't it? And she'd wanted to make a good first impression on him, given that she was still hoping to work with the Committee.

Biting her lip, she managed a wry smile and quietly fled towards him and her desk.

"No, it's fine. One off deal." A beat. "What were you looking for?"

[snidepiper]

He quirked an amused smile, folding his arms over his terribly bright green shirt, and watched, leaning against the doorframe.

"Don't worry, I can get a rat to take it out. I just don't want the mayor to notice toothmarks on his papers. He's a little funny."

The smile faded by a fraction, then returned. "You're Max Gibson, right?"

[futurebatwoman]

Get a rat to take it out... For a moment she sat in her chair looking up at him in confusion. "So your power is - never mind."

Right, a staple remover. She ducked down to rummage in a drawer, not looking up to answer. "Yeah, that's me. I started a couple weeks ago." Aha! She pulled out the staple remover and offered it up to him with a smile. "It's nice to meet you."

31st, crazy o'clock, shady warehouse area?

[gevurah]

[ May could not end any sooner. Something about the start of a new month is filled with the promise and hopes that something better would come about. Or at least it couldn't be a repeated of these fast few weeks between Dent, tension heating up between her and Dick, a talking bird that seems to have grown too fond of her, nearly losing track of that arms deal, and now the riot from this past week.

Losing her focus is not something she can afford, but she easily regains it tonight.

Her whole body is pumping with the familiar adrenaline rush she feels every time she dodges another round of bullets. Her heel connects with the shooter's jaw, followed by a hollow crack, and he's too busy dealing with pain to fire at her. ]

aw yeah B)

[futurebatwoman]

[ Most of the time, she makes a point of sticking to her own patrol area. She doesn't want to step on toes, and she has no deep desire to get judged while she does her job. But tonight she's following a case, heading towards a warehouse to check out when she sees that familiar flash of red and black and pauses on her rooftop.

Batwoman 1.0 seems to have the situation under control, but Max has wanted to see her in action for a while and now seems like the perfect opportunity. She drops to the street, in view of the other Batwoman if she's looking, and brings a batarang to her fingers just in case her help is needed. ]

[gevurah]

[ To any untrained eye, it would look as if Kate can predict her opponents' moves right before it happened, but she's watching all her targets as closely as possible while still evading bullets and blunt weapons they've now brought out.

Her moves are tight and precise, very aggressive and militaristic in style. Breaking bones in hands and legs is never a problem for her. One of the larger thugs attempts to use entire brute strength to take her down, but she slips around him, breaking the fibula.

As she whirls around, she's greeted with a heavy set of chains by another thug. He wraps it around her neck and pulls. ]

[futurebatwoman]

[ It's a style of fighting far more brutal than hers. Hard, fast, more inclined to break things than she is. Max prefers deflection and evasion, personally, and the mounting number of broken bones is something she can't say she's fond of.

She was almost considering joining in just to make this quicker when the thug pulls, and less than a second later a batarang is flying towards his hand in an attempt to convince him to let go, and then a second one. She follows them up, running out of the darkness towards him and using her momentum to tackle him from the side, one hand reaching to yank the chains out of his (hopefully now weakened) grasp. ]

25th (daytime)

[demonspawn]

[ He's basically not surprised by anything that happens at City Hall anymore. Between supervillains hijacking the Mayor's office and April's raccoon shenanigans, Terry just rolls with the punches at this point. There isn't much that distracts the world's crankiest demon intern from whatever task his deadpan boss has set him to.

Singing, however, is apparently one of them. He pokes his head in to give a sort of skeptical, judging look at Max.

Flatly: ] Was that you?

[futurebatwoman]

[ Ugh, this is just. The worst thing. The worst, she is never going to have any dignity ever again. But denying it seems kind of useless. ]

Yup. That was me.

[ She hesitates, and then almost defensively: ] I couldn't help it.

[demonspawn]

[ He makes this little uh-huh sound, like he doesn't totally buy her lack of responsibility for the compulsive singing, but that's just Terry being his skeptical judgmental self.

He lets himself come stand in the hallway, arms loosely folded. He eyes her a second before remarking with a mild, habitual sort of dryness: ]

You're new, right? What do we call you, John Lennon?

[futurebatwoman]

[ She folds her arms and stares right back, leaning back against a cubicle wall, but at that she laughs a little. ]

Max Gibson, actually.

I only go by Lennon on Fridays.

anytime in city hall look at me i'm so helpful

[aggressiveapathy]

[Rather than getting up and walking over, April had chosen to simply wheel herself along in her swivel chair to see what that latest commotion was, the camera Eddie had gotten her for her birthday in hand. There was a certain air of disappointment there, even as she held up the camera to record the whole last half of the song and dance number. It just wasn't the same. When everyone was embarrassing themselves all over the place, it just took the fun out of capturing the humiliation.

Not that that was going to stop her from doing it anyway.]

Schway.

[futurebatwoman]

[ She was trying to quietly make her way back to her desk and avoid anybody when she heard that and stopped, a little surprised.

Schway was a word she'd been almost falling out of the habit of using. When you had to stop and explain yourself every time you said something, that happened. And she'd certainly never heard anyone but herself and Terry use it. ]

Where'd you pick up that word?

[aggressiveapathy]

[On the opposite of that spectrum was April, who loved having 'hip' words no one knew the meaning of. If for no other reason than to lie horribly about what she was implying with them.]

Some guy in bondage gear.

[futurebatwoman]

Midnighter?

[ ... He's the first person to come to mind when someone says bondage gear, okay. She's read one too many conversations between him and Eddie. But they haven't talked enough for him to pick up her slang. She doesn't think. ]