i learn resistance

[gevurah]

WHO: BATWOMAN and YOU
WHERE: various places in the City. Rooftops, alleyways, etc.!
WHEN: backdated from the night of the 7th till the 11th
WARNINGS: violence and blood
SUMMARY: redhead bat doing her thing again. Running into people. Maybe helping civilians. Who knows? FIESTA PART II.
FORMAT: tagger's choice


[ It's not odd in that time most imPorts had either spent as a child or in Venezuela, crime had risen in the City to take advantage of the eerie silence from the heroes. What is odd tonight is as Kate's gaze falls upon the City at her vantage point, an unsettling silence is all she feels from streets. From the murky corners of the alleyways to the incredulous harbors, she knows it's all wrong.

No, it's--

She can't afford to lose her focus now. She never does when she's in uniform, leaving the troubles and other burdening thoughts behind at the apartment until she's returned. But somehow, she hasn't managed to shake it off when she's sitting atop of a high-rise building all by her lonesome.

Well, there's always work to be done. The dead air is shattered by the distant police sirens, as if timed to remind her of that fact. Without a moment's hesitation she dives off the side of the building, a blur of red and black that eventually sinks into the dark to get to work. ]

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[acrossyourpath]

[ Ever since Venezuela, Felicia hadn't been working quite as frequently as usual. She got restless when she didn't, of course, but the sights and sounds of civilians screaming flashed in her mind now and then when she donned her mask. All those deaths.

Bad luck, was what it was.

Tonight she was out as usual, all in black except for the fur highlighting her gloves, her collar, her boots. A trademark. She's in the mood for action, but she wonders how risky risks really are with powers like hers. Every cut wire, every broken case; what happens? She sits poised on the edge of a rooftop, goggles lit up as she decides between two adjacent storefronts; a jewelry store and an art gallery. ]

[gevurah]

[ Kate herself had taken up longer periods of meditation, especially before an average patrol. It helped-- a little. But she's refrained from testing out her powers. A potential risk she's not willing to take at the moment.

She realizes eventually she's not alone out here tonight. There's someone-- spotted not too long ago. She didn't get a good look, so she hops down onto the fire escape of the next building and pulls herself up quietly. In the City, you never know who or what you're going to run into. ]

oh also let's say this is the 8th SORRY... FORGOT...

[acrossyourpath]

[ The flash of red catches Felicia's gaze, and she turns her head in that direction. Trouble? She can't tell yet, but at least she doesn't have anything incriminating on her. Rather than run, she moves closer to the edge to get a better look. She calls, playfully: ]

What's a girl like you doing in a neighborhood like this?

OOPS I FORGOT TO ASK TOO wow gj us

[gevurah]

[ She ponders over the same thing. Who is this woman and what is she doing so close to the art gallery? And as her memory serves her correctly, a jeweler's shop. She's caught no wind of a potential break in. No suspicious activity in the area tonight. Just this woman.

Definitely not Catwoman, but Kate does appreciate the feline theme going on. ]

I could ask you the same thing.

HIGH FIVE

[acrossyourpath]

[ She cocks her head, her hair fanning a little in the mild breeze. ]

Out for a walk. I was just admiring the scenery.

[red_robin]

[ Tim hears the sirens from a block away. He doesn't realize anyone else is following them until he catches a flash of red as he comes around the corner. With so many "heroes" in the city, he can't be sure he knows her immediately. He pauses. A couple moments are all he needs, though; he may not know Kate as well as he'd like, but he knows how she moves. He made it a point to know things like that about fellow Gothamites.

He takes off again once he's sure, coming up beside her quiet as Batman would. Well, okay, not QUITE, but close enough. ]

Siren call got you too, huh?

[ it's a lame joke, but he says it anyway. ]

[gevurah]

[ Her masks veils her surprise. Though she's been trained to pick up on whether or not she's being tailed or someone else is in the vicinity, never does she expect Red Robin to be the one to run into tonight. Hardly an unwelcome surprise, however.

She turns to address him, long red strands masking part of her face. She smirks. ]

Like music to our ears, isn't it?

[red_robin]

[ He can't help but smile a little, though it doesn't go as well with the cowl as it did with a domino mask. ]

A song we can't resist. Shall we dance, then?

[ He's not Dick, and he doesn't have a lot of charm, but he could use a friend. He gestures off in the direction of the sirens, hoping she'll be up for company. ]

[gevurah]

Let's.

[ She doesn't have any real files on the other members of the Batfam. Whatever she "knows" about them comes from whatever is mentioned in the Gotham paper. She doesn't need to know; all she needs is for them to be competent. For as long as she's been in the City, she's fully aware of how competent they are.

Kate doesn't wait for him and is already swinging down her own line over to the next rooftop. ]

[red_robin]

[ Tim would learn everything about everyone, here AND home, if he could. Still, he's willing to bet Bruce knows far more about Kate than he does. She's good at keeping to herself. That alone speaks volumes about her.

The smile stays on his face as he chases after her. ]



[ ooc: I'm total shit at writing fights, you want to hand wave forward to chilling on a rooftop later or ]

[acclimatized]

[ living in the heart of the city for as long as he had, the wail of sirens was something john watson had gotten used to hearing. it was a bit worrying how frequent they had been in the past couple of evenings, but he guessed crime wouldn't stop to honour the servicemen and women, people who had lost their lives to protect their country.

that was where he had been today. although being skipped five months into the future was disconcerting, he'd adjusted well enough to go out and remember his fallen comrades. now he was on his way to the m.a.c, his collar flipped up against the winter chill, head bowed as he checked his communicator and make sure he was heading in the right direction. ]

hope you don't mind this!

[gevurah]

[ in this particular area of the city people never sleep. there's always someone or a group of people out. everyone darts in different directions or splits into smaller groups and head back to their cozy apartments for the night.

she makes out john below-- a lone figure heading in the general direction of the m.a.c.. she briefly wonders if he is an import, but her thought is cut short when she spots three hooded figures cutting across the quiet street. they don't approach john yet and kate is quick to pull out her own binoculars to see what exactly they're up to. they're eyeing john every now and then.

she drifts down the side of the building and follows after them. ]

it's perfect :3

[acclimatized]

[ from the corner of his eye, john sees them crossing the road and finds himself slowing down. he stops to look up at them from his communicator, the led light from the device illuminating the lower half of his face, before he loses sight of them as they fall into the shadows and stand around further down the street.

giving them one final look over his shoulder, he decides to put the device away into jacket pocket for safe keeping and starts to walk down the street again, albeit at an increased pace than before. once they see him begin to move away, two of hooded men disappear into the alleyway and the remaining man runs after john.

when the man reaches him, he taps john on the shoulder and turns him around with one large hand, flashing the doctor a toothy grin from underneath his hood. it's a smile that doesn't look entirely friendly and sends john's senses into overdrive. ]

Excuse me, do you have the time?

[gevurah]

[ could they be any more conspicuous? kate's hidden in the shadows of a nearby building and takes the opportunity to inch closer when the conversation begins. she can't throw herself out in the open yet, but waiting isn't always the most enticing part. any false movements or a bad reaction from john could mean immediate trouble. ]

[acclimatized]

[ his first instinct is to shrug him off and make a bolt for it. despite what people say, john isn't a fool. but he knows that could be a very poor idea. he opens his mouth to respond when his companions emerge and flank him, their footsteps unnaturally loud in the tense silence.

john risks a glance at them. there goes that idea, he thinks to himself, swinging his head back to look at the man gripping him by his shoulder. this is happening far quicker than he expected and he wets his lips. americans don't like to beat around the bush, he guesses. ]

... Between the three of you, no one thought to bring a watch? [ he quips regardless of the direness of the situation. ] Not very organized, are you?

PLEASE PARDON MY TL;DR also the 10th

[deductives]

[With no cases and no friends to keep him occupied, Saturday night seemed as good of a time as any for Sherlock to try his newly discovered power while familiarizing himself with the City. Friday had been Manhattan, bustling with tourism and nightlife, and now he slinks about the Bronx, quieter outside but still with bars stuffed to capacity. Many of them had generic names or bad 'City' puns. It still grates at him to merely call this place "The City," as if no others could compare.

He dismisses those feelings in order to concentrate as he stands alone in an alleyway. As far as he can tell, using this power takes a great degree of focus, at least when it's new. With a deep breath, he sinks into the shadows around him. It isn't unlike slowly falling into water, though he's still able to breathe. The world of light, shaded as it is away from bar awnings and streetlamps, now seems to rest above him behind a glass window. His body isn't the same in the shadow, it expands with the size of the shadow cast, and moves more in the direction of his mind, like a very limited form of flying. It's the closest he's ever felt to being just his brain, the only necessary part of him, but the body still has its needs and uses, so he decides staying like this isn't quite practical.

The more he knows where he's headed, the faster Sherlock is able to travel, though running into edges of light is like slamming into a wall. When this happens, he finds himself half popping out of the pavement. It carries an association he doesn't particularly like.

Disguise is a primary advantage of the shadows, especially when he notices that the roofs have eyes. Often masked ones, as he's been repeatedly told. The flare of red and the summons of sirens send him speeding after the caped woman, interested to see just what these heroes were capable of.]

it's fine!! now i apologize for my tl;dr. :(

[gevurah]

[ She's surprisingly quiet as she moves fast along the rooftops. The sirens are getting louder, meaning she's not too far from the crime scene. There's another high pitched noise-- an alarm going off.

Batwoman crouches just across a building adjacent to what appears to be a jeweler's. Some officers move inside and another is talking to a civilian, most likely the owner given the fresh blood on the side of his temple and the EMT providing him with care.

For a moment, it looks as if the perpetrator(s) have fled the scene until a gunshot goes off somewhere inside. The owner is moved to safety swiftly and police are just as quick on their feet. Kate fires her line across and swings down, the police getting a glimpse of her before she disappears onto the jewelry store's rooftop. ]

NEVER

[deductives]

[The very way she moves indicates training, and extreme training at that. Military, if he'd be pressed to guess. Her equipment is fairly impressive; he wonders if imPorts came with these costumes from their own worlds or had to scrounge them up here. It all seems a bit needlessly elaborate.

As the sirens are joined by the alarm, Sherlock keeps an eye on Kate while moving near the squad cars to eavesdrop on the police. Apparently, this is only part of a rash of robberies in the area, and while they were clearly amateur jobs (this more from Sherlock's inference than the police's outlook), the burglar had managed to elude arrest so far.

When the shots ring out, Sherlock shifts back towards the roof to follow Batwoman again. He's not particularly inclined to help, not really, but he does want to get a closer observation of just how this vigilante crime fighting passed so undeterred.]

[gevurah]

[ This building in particular has a back entrance. Kate's had more than a year to memorize exits and entrances in many buildings across the City, particularly ones that were susceptible to being hit.

And with police out in the front with guns drawn and others inside, tonight's perpetrator has no choice but to head out back. Not that walking out the front entrance is ever a clever idea.

She drifts down the other side of the building. Perp must have a getaway vehicle. He can't run too far with police alerted in the area.

When he slips out from the back, double checking for police, Batwoman drops down on the side. At first, she indicates he can just give up rather than make things even more difficult for himself. She's mocking him, really.

He's got good aim, but none of those bullets so much as graze her and she dispatches him fast and quick. She dislocates his arm from the elbow and below; cruel and violent, but quick and efficient. The gun's been knocked away and just in time as a couple of officers burst through. One of them points the gun at Batwoman, but it's on reflex and he doesn't fire. That's her cue to go.

With her line, she disappears back onto the rooftop, letting the officers take it from here. ]

[deductives]

[She's confident; this is something she's been doing for a long time. The robber, on the other hand, clearly didn't make a living out of stealing jewelry, so the outcome is simple to predict.

The officer aiming at her makes it clear this isn't a hero affiliated with the police. Sherlock lingers in the alleyway for a moment to listen to what the police were saying:

Batwoman again--
Really fucked this guy up, not as bad as the last one--

As he takes off again, Sherlock wonders which of the women claiming to be Batman this is. The first one spoke in an idealistic way, definitely seemed younger-- he'd need to move in to find out. When he's close enough behind her, Sherlock makes his first attempt to speak from the shadows.]

That was less lethal force than I was expecting from a vigilante.

[It's still his voice, but it fills the air with an eerie echo.]

11th because I'm always late ;;

[redlooksgood]

[The City, for all the weirdness that ImPorts brought with them, was still New York. It smelled in a way other cities didn't, not horrible, but it wasn't something Jane would bottle either.

Familiar. The City was familiar and just like home, Jane knew exactly where to look for trouble. An expanding gang who were hoping to fly under the radar of ImPorts who were still licking their wounds from the Vulcanus attacks. Isn't it lucky for everyone that Jane is so dedicated to the cause?

Okay, she was also dedicated to finding out who attacked her friendly neighbor's son a week ago. Tonight her red was replaced by black, but there really was no hiding that hair or body, and really, who would want too?]

never late

[gevurah]

[ The red hair sticks out like a flame in the dark. Kate's not too far above her and stops to take a quick look, drawn to the woman that bright hair belonged to. Surprisingly, it's a familiar face she didn't expect to see tonight. But that's how it always goes these days, doesn't it?

Curious now, she moves along the roof and waits to see what Jane does or where she goes. ]

\o\

[redlooksgood]

[Ever get that feeling that someone was watching you? It's entirely possible Jane had one of the many masked ImPorts on her trail; one just got used to the sudden appearance of capes. She didn't change her destination as she walked through dark alley's and bad neighborhoods. All Jane had so far was a name of a defunct gang, but it was a start]

[gevurah]

[ The people Kate often saw donning black in these parts of the City were either vigilantes or of the criminal variation. But Jane mentioned she had been a cop back home, so she must know what she's doing. The way she carries herself on the street, she's got a place in mind.

She doesn't want to get too close, but she does slip down the side of a building and she halts, watching carefully. ]

[redlooksgood]

[That life as a cop was so long ago, but the stranger following Jane didn't know that, and Jane still didn't know who was following her, but she was sure someone was. She couldn't help the slight smirk as the image of the Huntress ran through her head. Okay, so maybe this costume thing isn't so bad.

Finally Jane reached her destination - a foreclosed house that had way too many lights on to really be abandoned. Without hesitation she walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. Who said she didn't have manners?

Of course the young man who opened the door didn't appreciate the gesture as he was quick to slam the door on her as soon as he spied that red hair. Word really does get around. Just like home.

Pulling out her guns Jane raised her foot and kicked in the door ready to fight.]