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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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?

[gevurah]

[ not american. sounds very much like a londoner to kate. definitely an import, then. he seems to have it under control for now. he's bold and able to stand his ground-- but there's only one of him and three of them.

unless he's got superpowers.

there's a quick flash of silver. one of the hooded men has pulled out a knife. he gestures for john to comply quietly and nobody gets hurt. the gang's first major mistake.

if john glances past them, he might see a trail of red shift in the shadows. ]

[acclimatized]

[ superpowers is something john has yet to discover. he's put a lot of thought into them and what he would like to have. at the moment, he wouldn't be averse to growing four extra arms, making this a fair fight. or perhaps something like super strength might come in handy, he thinks rapidly.

when the light from above dances menacingly on his knife, john feels the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and his eyes drawn to the weapon. well, this is definitely not good. he misses the weight of his gun in his hand and it's noticeable how he holds himself; john doesn't feel like he's in control. ]

Really, I don't have anythi— [ he's unable to finish that sentence. one of the men, impatient with john, grabs a fistful of his collar and yanks him backwards. as john stumbles and gargles, he swears he sees something moving around in the darkness. ]

[gevurah]

[ she has to act now.

before she emerges from the dark, something small strikes john's captor on the side of the head. blood trickles down the side of his head and he's lost his grip and focus on john. they all have, now directing their attention to wherever that shot came from.

and she steps out, a sharp grin across her features. ]

Gentlemen.

[acclimatized]

[ using their distraction to his advantage, john swings his elbow back and catches his captor in the solar plexus, wrenching himself completely free. as for the other two, the sudden appearance of the cowled woman stuns them, their expletives turning the air blue, before one decides to lunge at her. ]

[gevurah]

[ she angles herself just in time as he throws a punch. snatching his arm from his wrist and just below his elbow, she tosses the first thug past her. his face slams hard onto the cement, so it's going to take him a good minute or two before he comes back for a second helping.

she goes for the second man nearest to her. he swipes at her with the knife, missing when again, she dodges this assault. when he makes for her face directly, she grabs onto his wrist. for a few seconds they struggle, kate pushing the knife as far back from her face as possible and then she slams the heel of her boot against the assailant's knee. there's an ugly crack and he howls, falling back. ]

[acclimatized]

[ whirling around, john can do little more than watch batwoman take them out in quick succession and step backwards when the second man hits the ground. the only thug left standing, bleeding from the head and winded from the blow, takes one look at his friends sprawled over the pavement and decides this isn't worth it and runs away.

acting on instinct, john drops down and seizes the wrist of the man holding the knife, intending to get it away from him. but unlike his companion, there's still some fight left in him and he swipes blindly up at the doctor, catching him across the cheek. ]

[gevurah]

[ he's gutsy, she'll give him that, but when civilians get involved her heart races ten times faster. luckily, it's just a wound on the cheek; he won't bleed out from that.

she hauls the man back, placing him in a choke hold. ]

I don't think so. [ her voice soft but dangerously low. she cries out when she feels the knife dig into her leg. bastard. though he slips from her weakened grasp, he's still close enough for her to get a direct hit. she hits him squarely in the jaw and down he goes. ]

[acclimatized]

[ his eyes widen in surprise as warm blood trickles down his face and neck. he feels like he should have anticipated that, or at least avoided it. the sharp stinging in his cheek is forgotten when she cries out and the man lands in an unceremonious heap on the pavement a second later. ]

Christ. [ he exclaims breathlessly. when had he become this slow? he is at her side in a moment, stepping over the man and wiping at his cheek with the sleeve of his coat. ] Are you all right?

[gevurah]

[ her gaze briefly falls on the wound on her leg. it burns and she'll need to get herself back to the bunker to clean and stitch it up, but she's still standing-- that says something.

she focuses on john, then. ]

Fine. [ she replies so casually, it's like another day in the life for her. ] You're hurt. I can call an ambulance.

[acclimatized]

For this? It's just a scratch [ john scoffs slightly. he's amazed she is still standing and shakes his head. he looks up from her wound and to stare at her face, whilst trying to let his eyes wander around too much. ] I think you need one far more than I do. Hold on, I can call them...

[gevurah]

[ he's either a new import or genuinely concerned for her. by the time she's returned to the bunker, she knows her leg will be in more sharp pain, but better handled by herself than an EMT or letting any of the authorities get a good look at her. ]

No. [ her tone is firm, but not harsh.

then she directs her attention to the unconscious thug. ] He should still be out by the time police get here.

[ it's too open an area they're in, and if she goes now, she'll catch the one who ran off. ]

[acclimatized]

[ john knew it was a bit of a stretch, asking someone in a costume to hang around long enough for the authorities to take a good look at her. despite the heroicness of rescuing people like him and living in a city full of superheroes, he guessed being a vigilante was probably still illegal. it doesn't stop his face creasing in concern and shoulders slumping though. ]

I can't change your mind? [ then, the thought occurs to him. ] I'm a doctor, you know. I could patch you up, if you want to avoid any... nevermind.

[ he can already see her attention is fixed on the one who got away. ]

[gevurah]

[ it's a kind offer, but he's still very much a stranger to her. mallory was the doctor she could trust back home-- but the symbol meant something there. it held a powerful sway on many gothamites unlike here.

she pivots on her heel, cape swishing lightly behind her as she walks away. ]

Take care then, Doctor. I'd also prefer if I were kept out of the police's hairs.

[ rather, she prefers to not have them sticking their noses into her business. ]

[acclimatized]

My lips are sealed. [ john nods. he dabs gingerly at his cheek again and then, after a moment of consideration, calls after her again. ] I know you probably get this a lot, but... thanks! I don't want to think what might've happened if you didn't turn up.

[gevurah]

[ as she zips upwards, toward the dark rooftops, she does give him a quick glance before disappearing entirely. ]

Don't think about it.