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Post by Amanda Waller on Jun 21, 2014 6:49:41 GMT
August 12th - 11PM
The rain was falling hard tonight and Barbara had to turn on her censors in her mask to help her see through the sheets of water that were falling from the sky. The rain beat down on the city below, washing away the trash and filth left behind in the gutters. Gotham was always nice after a good rain storm, it seemed different, like the rain had washed away all the horrendous acts that had taken place..even if it was only temporary.
Barbara had always loved the rain, being out in it, it was soothing, calming. Let her feel a sense of peace but no amount of rain could help fix the heavy feeling she had lingering over her. It was getting close to Jason’s birthday, a hard time for all of the Bat family. The week leading up to and after Jason’s birthday and day of death were always tense. Batman would lock himself in the cave more so than he already did, busy himself with whatever invention or project he choose and when he did go out, he was a little rougher. Nightwing was the same way. Jason had been like a little brother to Dick, just like Tim was and Dick had taken Jason’s death harder than any of them. Barbara had been close to Jason but not like Dick was, she had lost a partner and a friend but Bruce and Dick had lost a son and a brother. It was part of the reason why she became so close with Tim. Barbara didn't want to lose another friend, she had lost too many already so she made a point to look out for the younger team members, be the big sister and friend to them to make up for the time she didn’t get with Jason. It had been too little too late with him and she was not going to make that same mistake.
With Bruce and Dick doing their own thing during this time and Bruce keeping Tim close( for reasons he would never admit but they all knew) Barbara picked up the slack around Gotham. She didn’t mind, it gave her something to do to keep her mind busy. This was the time when Barbara really ran herself thin. She always picked up any stray missions from The Watchtower, studied extra hard, tinkered extra hard with her gadgets. Anything to keep herself from thinking too much about their mistakes, in fact, this was the time when Barbara did some of her best work because she did anything and everything just to pass the time.
But, sometimes it wasn't enough.
Just ask the drug runners she had just taken down. One of their sources had pointed her in the direction of a major drug deal going down near the river. Some new kind of drug was making its way into Gotham tonight, it had already taken a few lives from the little taste the dealers would given their buyers to get them hooked. Lots of buzz had been going on in the underworld according to her source, this was supposed to be the new ‘it’ thing and many of the mob bosses were interested. Well, so was she, but not for the same reason.
If this drug had already taken lives without it being widely distributed then she didn’t want to think of the chaos it would cause once it was in regular circulation.
She had arrived at the drop point before the buyers and had perched herself up on one of the old water towers around the place where the deal was supposed to go down. Not the most stealthy hiding spot but the rain made it nearly impossible to see a few feet in front of you so while it hindered her view it also helped hide her. Having turned on the night vision censors in her cowl Batgirl lie in wait and when the buyers pulled up in their stretch limo and a small speed boat pulled up along the dock, she knew it was time. First the men from the limo emerged, his bodyguard stepping, opening a umbrella and stepping around the limo to open for the door for his boss. As the man stepped out Batgirl pressed a button on the side of her cowl and zoomed in, snapping a picture and getting a better look at the man.
Anton Capelli.
He wasn’t the most predominant boss in the city, in fact, he had been pretty far down the proverbial totem pole of power but, getting his hands on this new drug would certainly sky rocket him up the ranks. Barbara wondered who he had cut a deal with to get his hands on such a lucrative opportunity and she had a feeling that this went deeper than Capelli, in fact, she knew it did question was. Just who was the one pulling the strings.
As the men below her met in the middle of their two separate transportation's Batgirl scanned the men around them. They were all armed with semi automatic weapons and judging by their body language they were ready to use them. Deals like this didn’t last long, the point was to be in and out as quick as possible and she had to act soon before the window had passed. Removing three batarangs from her belt they snapped open to their full extent and she took aim. Taking one of the batarangs in each hand Batgirl threw them at the over head lights on the dock, the projectiles hit their intended targets and the lights shattered, pieces of glass showering down. The lights had caused the distraction she had hoped and the men all turned in the sudden and unexpected darkness and began shouting at one another but not before randomly opening fire into the air.
It’s the bat!
One man shouted. Well, they were half right.
Taking the last batarang Barbara pressed down in its center before throwing it at the light post. The bat shaped weapon spiraled through the air and sunk deep into the wood of the post. As it made contact a subsonic pulse emitted from the center of the yellow bat, sending out a signal that jammed the guns of the mobsters below. Heh, she wasn’t 100% sure that would have worked. It was something of her own invention and she hadn’t had the chance to properly field test it yet but, it seemed to work just fine. A little bit of futuretech she had tinkered with. It didn’t have a large range thou only a few feet, one kink she hadn’t been able to work out just yet but that wasn’t needed. All she needed was this small area for now. Here’s to hoping that it continued working.
When the bullets stopped firing and she heard the general confusion of the men below her Batgirl stood from her crouched position and leapt down. With the darkness cover she made for herself and the rain Batgirl was nearly invisible to the men she was after and she quickly came up on them. The first man she went after she knocked the gun aside, which he dropped in his confusion. Once that was gone he blindly swung at her but she easily ducked away. Everything was to her favor here, the darkness, the rain and her night vision not to mention that she was well, she was Batgirl. The mans failed attempt at a swing left him open for attack and Batgirl wrapped her arm around his extended one and locked it into place, putting her weight on it as he tried to pull away. Using the palm of her free hand she jutted it up at the mans nose and he reeled back. Letting go of his arm she took advantage of his open solar plexus and kicked him down.
Barbara repeated this with the others, taking them all down with ease until there was one left standing. The bodyguard did not go down as easily as the others but after a few well placed hits Batgirl had his number. Recovering from one of her punches to his side the man hunched over slightly and Barbara took advantage. Placing her foot on his thigh she lifted herself up and wrapped her leg around the mans neck and as soon as she had Barabra twisted her body down, bringing the man with her and when they were both down she released her leg from his neck and brought it back down, this time at his chest and he was down for the count.
In the midst of the chaos the supplier had gotten away, having scrambled back to his boat and taken off at the first sign of trouble but Anton was still here, cowered behind a bench and trying to make his way back to his limo. He was not the toughest of bosses….more like he liked to flash his money around to get people to do things instead of get his hands dirty which made this whole thing that much more curious.
It was time to find out just who was really behind all of this.
She stepped forward and the man cowered back, trying to act large and tough but that moment had passed.
S-stay back! He held up his gun and tried to shoot but it was jammed like the others and realizing that he had made a mistake he let the gun fall and whimpered.
Barbara, being tired of being shot at tonight narrowed her eyes behind her mask and reached out and grabbed Anton by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward so he could see the green light emitting from her mask, giving her that supernatural look that so many lowlifes of Gotham attributed to Batman. The rain had slowed by now so he could see just who he was dealing with.
Who’s the supplier, Anton? Her voice was low and threatening. If there was one thing she hated most it was the traffickers and drug peddlers. These people fed the havoc in this city, they supplied people with the means to hurt themselves and others and it made her sick.
I-I don’t know what your talking about
I really don’t like liars. she said, shoving him back and pulling him forward again, this time closer are you lying to me, Anton? Do you know what happens to liars? This time while the others were working through their own demons about Jason’s death Barbara wasn’t immune to doing the same and every so often she found herself being a little too much like Batman in the fear and pain department but, sometimes they deserved it.
I’m not lying, I swear!
As soon as the words left his mouth Barbara slammed his back up against one of the pillars of the docks. Lie to me again and it will be the last time you speak. Who’s your supplier?! If he didn’t want to talk then she would make him, it was that simple and there were more than a few ways to do that. As she went about her interrogation Barbara didn’t notice another figure appear on the docks, too busy with her task at hand.
Who do you fear most. Them? Or Me? She raised her fist back, ready to strike.
(I know that technically that a sub/supersonic pulse can’t jam a gun but…you know. Also, my usual expert on these sort of things didn’t answer me in time so…yeah. )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 0:24:03 GMT
The rain that fell heavily from the sky was soothing; temporarily washing away worries and concerns, the loud pattering of the drops falling against the solid red helmet was relaxing. Of course it was considerably more effort inducing, while not impossible, to ignore it when it was on that was one of the reasons why Jason’s namesake was next to him on the concrete, looking out in the same direction of the teenager who had moved from a sitting position leant against the ventilation system of the building, to a squat from the position he had taken up for the evening. As black hair become gradually more sodden, trails of rain rolled down his forehead gathering at the domino mask that still successfully concealed his identity from the few birds that were foolish enough to fly past him in this weather atop his high building perch. Sure it may not have been the usual way for a teenage boy to spend the week leading up to his eighteenth birthday, but with his exceptional circumstances Jason had work to crack on with and he would do it come rain or shine. Having only recently come back to the city he used to call home, it was both a twisted delight and sore disappointment to see that in the few years he had been away from it things had hardly changed. But then, was that or was it not why he was here anyway? Sure he had his own personal vendetta’s, but there was also the bigger picture to look at and the young man knew exactly how he was going to deal with that. It helped that the criminal underworld was a font of all knowledge and no matter where you were in the world, let alone the country you could always find a contact of a contact who had convenient information. It was because of this that he had been able to start dipping his fingers in the honey pot as soon as he was back on home turf. Of course he was starting small to begin with, getting a feel for the current classes of criminals that haunted the streets and testing waters. Already under his belt were a few of the smaller, less mainstream weapons trafficking rings dispersed through Gotham. Offering them absolute protection from any of the big names that might threaten their operation it allowed them to do as they would normally without fear which in time would better the volume and quantity of what they could get in. In return for this he asked for only two things; a percentage of the profits and first dibs. It was a good deal and fortunately for him he had been met with no resistance so far. In time that would come, and especially when he started branching out his scope which was exactly what Jason was doing that so pleasant evening they were currently experiencing. While he may have planned to start small and work up to much bigger and better things, there were some things that couldn’t be ignored and this one was quite pressing. The information had actually come from a contact outside of Gotham, but the news of the threatening new drug was something he wasn’t going to simply brush off. For him, it was a matter that he couldn’t take lightly especially when lives were held in the balance. Having seen first-hand how destructive drugs could be, being a witness to the ease with which they could tear apart lives and take them away it was a serious matter and if something so potent was on its way to the market you could make damn sure that he would be there in its way. Unfortunately, names hadn’t been in the information provided. Then again neither had an exact time or an exact location. In fact the whole thing was exceptionally vague come to think of it but as they had been at regular intervals, Jason rose the compact binoculars to his eyes, scanning over the not quite small area of the docks for anything unfamiliar. Half an hour… that’s what he would give it. But then again he had told himself that exact same thing for the last hour and a half and like a dog with a bone there were something’s he couldn’t drop. At least it was clear he had learnt the art of patience since he had donned the title of the Boy Wonder. Of course he found that smoking helped with that, which was why gloved hands removed a cigarette from a packet tucked away in to an inner pocket of the leather jacket, shielding it from the rain as the small flame from a lighter licked the end of it. With the first long drag came noise, just typical. Nobody was stupid enough to be out in this abysmal weather so the close sound of vehicles at least had him turning his head in the right direction, observing for the time being until he established this was what he had been waiting for. No sooner had he established it was the right mark, standing from his squatted position in preparation, hands had tucked away the binoculars and picked up the polished red helmet he noticed somebody else was already on the case. As he brushed some of the water off of the red surface, blue eyes looked down to it as an eyebrow arched above the domino mask. ”Ten bucks says that’s someone who should be in a cave right now.” Granted, from this distance all he had seen was the caped dark figure courtesy of the reduced lighting and the rain but in this city it was only going to be so many people so why shouldn’t he make bets with an inanimate object? It’s not like he was going to lose. With one last nicotine infused puff fingers flicked the hardly smoked cigarette far from him where it was soon fizzled out by the rain, a ruffle of hair had Jason trying to get at least some of the water that saturated the strands out before his namesake was put onto his rightful place. The soft echo of the rain that surrounded him in the heads encasing soon became nothing more than ignored background noise as the young man was soon traversing with ease across the few lower and progressively closer buildings. Pulling out a grappling gun as he picked up some speed coming towards a ledge he was soon connected by rope to a closer and non-shot out lamp post, momentum from the swing enough for him to launch himself to grab onto the next light on nigh on silently. Not far from the ensuing fight it all seemed rather one handed as it take no more than a second or two to easily recognise Barbara. Watching her work, after all why expend the energy when Jason was all too aware that Batgirl was more than capable of taking out the lackey’s for the time being, he shamelessly made himself comfortable sat atop the darkened street lamp, leg’s swinging below him all he was really missing was popcorn. With all the easy work done, the moment that the originally intended dealer was singled out he knew how the interrogation would go; the bat way. Having to try and resist an audible groan at their persistence to go along with Bruce’s way of working this was Jason’s cue to step in. Dropping down to the ground with the aid of the vertical of the light the soft splash from his boots on the puddle strewn concrete was masked by the sound of rain falling on the water. Straightening up, not without having reached down to his boot to remove the knife that was strapped just above it, feet silently carried the tall figure towards the turned back of the vigilante and sorry excuse for a drug lord. He at least waited for a break in the spiel, idly tossing the knife up and catching it by the handle in the meantime. While his presence may have gone unnoticed by the woman, eyes of her catch caught a glimpse as they looked up to the balled up fist. It was in that split second of being seen that the smirk curved Jason’s feature unbeknownst to all around them as he instantly tossed the knife up again, this time catching the blade end and with a well trained aim instantly launched it at the perpetrator. With it flying past the threatening fist the weapon struck home just as intended, piercing straight through the shoulder of Anton’s jacket (and only a small amount of skin beneath it; nothing a stitch or two wouldn’t sort out at most) and pinning him against the pillar his back was pressed against. Sure he would be able to rip free but a worm like that? He’d have to deal with the pain and Jason doubted he’d be up for it. After all, it’s not like it was both sharp enough and thrown with enough strength to lodge itself in to a solid pillar or anything. ”Neither is the answer we’re looking for, Bob.” Deep voice called clear through the veils of rain as the Red Hood still continued on closer to the pair of them, a gloved hand now replenishing it’s lack of a weapon as it removed one of the semi-automatics from its holster. It was clear that the party crasher was still in the brief mind frame that Batgirl was someone he worked with as opposed to a threat to the unknown imposing stranger who wasn’t even showing an inch of skin let alone any part of his face. No, his priority was the good for nothing and as he checked the magazine of the gun and took off the safety he was either going to get the answers he wanted or rid the world of just another life ruining drug dealer. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE |
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Post by Amanda Waller on Jul 1, 2014 22:39:06 GMT
When Anton began to panic a little more than usual Batgirl thought that maybe she was finally getting somewhere with him. It wouldn’t take much, just the right amount of threats that struck the right amount of fear into him and he would sing. Little did she know that it wasn’t her that he was afraid of, at least not who he feared more.
Batgirl would be the first to admit that she was more than a little distracted when the man began to approach them and that she could have probably done something to stop him had she been more aware but, she was too focused on the task at hand and letting her guards drop in other areas. So, when the knife whizzed past her and made contact with the surface behind them and Antons jacket Batgirl quickly somersaulted to the side till she was in a kneeling position, pulling out her own batarang and pushing herself to a full standing posture, arm raised and ready to strike if he tried again.
When she turned Barbara got a good look at the man that had decided to crash her interrogation, full armor from head to toe, a red helmet, leather jacket. He looked like he belonged in some kind of motorcycle gang. Maybe he was. Nothing about his attire seemed familiar so perhaps a new gang had come into Gotham looking to get their hands dirty. Maybe this guy was the supplier; maybe he was looking to pick up on what Anton was supposed to get here tonight. Whatever the reason Batgirl didn’t care, Mr. Red Helmet here had just crossed a line and she was going to take him down.
’Sorry, this is a private meeting.” She told the man as he continued his approach, the semi automatic weapon he had taken out not going unnoticed by her. Barbara prayed that her little invention was still working like it should, she never needed anything to work as much as she needed that too right now because at least that would keep the guns out of this for the time being. ” I suggest you back away and go back the way you came.” Capelli was small fish compared to this guy that much was clear but she really did not feel like going one on one with someone new, not tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 19:57:10 GMT
Watching her roll away, those were the reflexes he expected from someone with a bat on their chest. He would let her off for it taking that long to realise he was there, it was raining after all and he had learnt that some of the only people that could even come close to ‘out-stealthing’ those trained by the batman were others in the same boat. Still, as the familiar batarang was drawn that was when the realisation that she was no longer an ally truly dawned. Of course before coming back to Gotham he had realised that him and the ‘family’ would be on different paths but now it was all the more real. Needless to say the display of the little weapon did little to deter him, continuing forward until he was a few feet from the pair of them, after all he didn’t need to be point blank to make a point. ”I’d apologise for crashing it then but you know, sorry not sorry.” With a bit of a careless shrug the gun was spun slowly by his fingers, his head turning to actually look at Batgirl straight on, clearly not easily intimidated by the girl he knew so well. Why would he be intimidated when he knew how they all work. ”Or what? You throw that at me? Try and get me away and I miss out on a heart to heart with our good friend here?” Shaking his head, Jason couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped him as he stopped with his toying with the weapon, raising his arm so the gun was pointing once again at Anton with the knife through his shoulder and clearly not enjoying the sensation much at all. ”Not going to happen.”His attention however was all on batgirl, knowing all too well what she was capable of should she decide that she wanted to make this more difficult than it had to be if she so desired, and he would at least give her the chance to avoid such a thing. ”So I suggest you run back to your little cave and act like none of this ever happened and I will deal with him. I’ll even let you have what’s left of him by the time I am finished.”CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE |
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Post by Amanda Waller on Jul 3, 2014 20:39:27 GMT
Whoever this guy was he obviously didn't know just who he was dealing with. Or, maybe he did and he was one of the ones that liked to underestimate her and her ability to kick some serious ass. Whatever the case this guy had a death wish.
As he continued closer to them and talked to her Barbara didn't know what he had planned. Most bad guys like to monologue about their "great plans" and this guy seemed like a talker but not knowing his MO or his mindset and technique put her at a disadvantage.
The stranger said his peace and that was all she needed to hear. He wasn't going to back away from this and neither was she so there was only one way to keep this from getting too ugly. "Dream on, pal" Suddenly Batgirl flung her batarang at the strangers hand that held his gun and as soon as her weapon left her hand she was quick to jump to the attack and she kicked her foot at his midsection. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 21:57:58 GMT
Well, he had given her the chance and now she decided to throw it away everything was fair game. As expected the small projectile was soon heading his way, catching his hand with the gun it was courtesy of his reflexes he managed to avoid taking it entirely through the hand, but still it caused him to lose his grip on the weapon. Without a thought however it was caught by his other hand that instantly aimed it back at Anton, finger instinctively against the trigger but no bullet was released. The momentary confusion didn’t have a chance to sink in, training causing him to move back from the sudden kick as much as possible to avoid getting unnecessarily winded, he couldn’t help but grin despite having taken the attack. ”Glad to see you’ve still got it in you.” No sooner had he spoken did he drop down, a leg swinging in front of him towards Barbara before reholstering the weapon swiftly. He would worry about why it wasn’t working later but it wasn’t as if he was going to use such a thing against the red head anyway. Staying low he rolled away from the cowled vigilante, going to his belt and extracting his own small projectiles that were considerably more spherical than bat shaped, aiming two in the direction of the young woman before sprinting quickly towards Anton. She could try and distract him all she liked but at the end of the day, he was still going to get his job done. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE |
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Post by Amanda Waller on Jul 5, 2014 3:54:29 GMT
”Glad to see you’ve still got it in you.”
This guy spoke like he knew her but that was impossible right? She had to her extensive knowledge never gone up against someone like this guy, she would remember the red helmet. Barbara had a very good memory, it was near photographic and she could recall things that most people forgot about like it happened yesterday. So yes, she was positive that she had never gone up against this guy before but yet, here he was talking like they were old friends. Of course, it was possible that whoever this guy was could just be a old foe in a new get up but somehow she doubted it. He was probably just trying to get inside her head, mind games...many of these types liked to play those, they liked to think they could one up the bats and they had always been disappointed.
As he reeled back from her kick he countered with one of his own and Barbara felt her legs sweep out from under her and she feel to her back. Not wasting any time she rocked back from her spot on the ground and brought her legs up and kicked out while using her hands to push, getting herself back to her feet. Before she could make a move however, two of the guys own weapons were coming her way and Barbara weaved and jumped her way around them. This guy was good, he was fluid and the way he did some things were almost familiar. Fighting styles were like fingerprints, everyone had their own unique style even if you practiced a well known one, you always put your own personal spin on things and Barb was starting to feel that maybe she had fought this guy before. She would have to ask him once she had him in cuffs.
After dodging his projectiles she saw that he was heading for Anton and she sprinted after him and threw herself at him in a tackle once she was close enough. Wrapping her arms around his middle and throwing her body weight into him. He was not going to get away with murder tonight. Not on her watch.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 23:08:31 GMT
While she may have been considerably smaller than him, Jason knew not to underestimate the strength that Barbara concealed so well but even he hadn't expected to have it all thrown into him. Stopped in his tracks so subtly the moment he hit the ground he knew he had to get up; it was considerably easier to succeed in a fight when you were vertical after all but in order to do such a thing he had to deal with the current rugby tackle-esque situation he had landed himself in to. Hurting Batgirl wasn't something he had intentionally set out to do, and given the choice he wouldn't choose to attack the woman who had once been like a sister to him but at this given moment his hatred for wannabe drug lords was greater. Swinging an elbow behind him he aimed for a collar or a neck to get the grip loosened as he harnessed his own strength to get a foot beneath him. She was strong, but he was easily evenly matched with his size working in his favour. As soon as he could get to it he quickly had another bladed projectile in his hand, this one however he wasn't going to be aiming at the woman but instead was launched at their other given company, ensuring he stayed in his place until he could truly deal with him. "You're not going to make this easy are you?" There was clear malice spat out with his words as his arm once again moved to strike the caped crusader. He hadn't even been back five minutes it seemed and while getting into fights was something he expected, he hadn't anticipated running in to one of the bat-croonies for quite some time and even he couldn't hide the anger of seeing them still stuck in the rut of their old days; feeding the festering poison that was destroying the city by refusing to extinguish it. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE |
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Post by Amanda Waller on Jul 12, 2014 0:35:21 GMT
If you thought this was going to be easy you've come to the wrong city. Barbara said as she struggled and pin the guy down. If he was looking for easy then he was going to be very disappointed and she was glad she could do that. As the guy swung his elbow it hit the side of her face and she reeled back from the blow, but she quickly recovered. It was going to take more than a hit to take her down and make her give up. If he wanted that then he was going to have to do better than that.
As she recovered Batgirl went back to struggling with the guy, she couldn't hit him back like he had her, he had too much armor for simple punches to make a difference and his helmet protected him from facial hits. This was going to be a bit of a problem but she liked a challenge. Bringing up her own elbow Batgirl brought it down on his chest, testing the limits of his protective gear. There had to be a weak link somewhere. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 21:35:56 GMT
”You know you could deal with the city better if you did it properly.” As the brawling continued he was glad to see that Batgirl was still one to fight for herself; the challenge was much appreciated. It was always nicer when they fought back after all. Even if it did mean the elbow that rammed into his chest knocked the breath out of him momentarily, nothing that a quick second to focus himself couldn’t fix but he was pretty sure that would leave a bruise. ”But you’re still beating them black and blue and then letting them walk free?” Raising his forearm to shield himself from any more impending blows to his chest, Jason had quickly managed to extract a pellet from his belt and before there was even the chance to blink a cloud of smoke surrounded them. ”When will you learn?” As he spoke he had taken a hold of his grappling gun, aiming it upwards and behind him to one of the now bulbless street lights. Dragged away from the close contact scuffle he knew he was at a disadvantage on the ground. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE |
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Post by Amanda Waller on Sept 18, 2014 15:36:27 GMT
There he went again, speaking like he knew her and knew what she was about, it ate away at the back of her mind. Properly? She asked as they struggled in their fight you mean kill them like you do? Barbara may of not have known this guy but it didn't take a genius to figure out his tactics, after all he had come here to kill Anton. That's not for us to decide. She spoke again, shielding her eyes at the smoke pellet was dropped and she felt the guy move out from under her.
Now that the guy was free and she was left blind until the smoke cleared Barbara took a few steps back toward where the mans target was pinned to the wall. If he was that keen on killing Anton tonight he was going to have to go through her and Barbara kept all of her senses on high alert, searching for the slightest movement to give the guy in the red helmet location away. What makes you think your way is better? Your no better than them if you sink to that level. Maybe if she got him talking he would be a little easier to track. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 15:42:28 GMT
It was the same thing that they all said, the whole take that it ‘wasn’t their place’ that ‘who had the right to decide who lived and who died’. The fact was that the criminals and the lowlifes already made that decision when their actions resulted in countless deaths both directly and indirectly. The world was a better place without them and the sad state of it was that simply capturing them and locking them up wasn’t enough to stop them anymore. They weren’t afraid of doing it again because at the end of the day they always knew they would walk free at the end of it; the system was that twisted and corrupt that it would never be able to put an end to these things and so the cycle would continue. Not anymore though, not with the Red Hood’s way of working. ”What makes it better?” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the question; oh poor babs, she was still as misguided as ever. Pulling himself up onto the dulled lamp post the grapple had pulled him towards booted feet were holding the standing figure with a well-practised sense of balance as arms crossed over chest as the rain buffeted his figure. ”I actually stop crime. I put an end to it. I don’t feed it and let it continue to grow and fester and further ruin an already doomed city.” As the smoke began to slowly clear he knew it would make him visible but really he wasn’t worried about that. ”You can’t protect him forever.” Sure she could guard him for the time being, but the vigilante couldn’t be there to protect the scumbag she stood in front of all the time. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE |
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Post by Amanda Waller on Sept 21, 2014 6:10:36 GMT
Batgirl had backed up to Anton by now and was shielding him by standing in front of him. He may be a criminal and a mob boss but he was still a human being and deserved the same rights they all did. He would get his trial and due process like the rest and that was all they could do. I can, and I will She answered back to his threat of that she couldn't protect him forever, there was always protective custody, solitary in Black Gate, witness protection if he had information to offer the police. There were ways she could protect this man even if she wasn't there.
Barbara understood where this guy was coming from, she did. In some of her darker times she had thought the same things he was saying now but she never crossed that line and would never cross that line. That wasn't a decision they had the right to make and it would be too easy to do. Too easy and would just lead to more violence and death and she didn't want that. Barbara wanted to believe that eventually the world would get better and that sometime soon there wouldn't be a need for people like her. It might be a fleeting whim but it kept her going. You say your doing whats best for this city but all I see if a wannabe hitman that belongs locked up with the rest of the trash. She was ready, ready for whatever this guy had to throw at her and she had to be if she was going to keep well on her word at protecting the man behind her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 20:13:56 GMT
With a small, rather derisive laugh at her determinedness to protect the man who deserved nothing, Jason couldn’t help but shake his head. To think he had once been like that. But then again Batman was always taking it upon himself to keep him in check, to not hit as hard, to hold it back. It made Jason wonder if perhaps Bruce had known what he had been capable of; if he had seen it in him before the teenager even had. She would understand, understand that his way would make a difference. He was going to be the saviour that Gotham required to drag it out of the bottom of the pit it was stuck in. Unfortunately, it wasn’t yet the time for understanding. ”Then you’re not looking hard enough there, Barbie.” He couldn’t stop the old nickname slipping out as he remained balanced atop the lamp post, watching her with a shake of his head. He wasn’t going to go through her, to put it simply. If she wanted to protect the criminal for the time being then so be it, she could have fun doing that but despite all of her promises, she couldn’t watch him forever and when her back was turned that was when he would swoop in. Well perhaps not swoop, he had put those days behind him after all. He would make his move when the time was right and it didn’t involve Barbara at this moment in time. She may have been unawares of their little reunion but he was reminded of the woman that wasn’t trying to beat him senseless and instead of the younger batgirl who had been there when he was training to be Robin. The woman who he knew to be a phenomenal fighter and if he was going to get her to step down from this situation, chances were that he would have to implore a lot more force than necessary and he didn’t want to inflict that on the vigilante. The smirk that adorned his features was invisible to the world as instead of facing off as the redhead clearly expected he turned from his post, grapple-gun shot to the distance as it latched on to the rooftop of the nearest building he was away into the darkness of the night. His time would come. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE |
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Post by Amanda Waller on Sept 26, 2014 3:16:02 GMT
”Then you’re not looking hard enough there, Barbie.”
Baribe
The nickname rung in her ears and throughout her mind and she could feel the color drain from her face. Only one other person had called her that. All of them had their own personal nickname for her. Dicks was Babs, Tim would occasionally call her Barb but Jason…he had always called her Barbie.
That was impossible. Jason was dead, she had been to his funeral, had watched the coffin sink into the earth and she had seen the dirt burry it deep in the ground with her own eyes. He was dead, this she knew to be fact and this guy calling her the name the younger man had given her was simply a poorly timed coincidence. But, she didn’t believe in coincidences. Maybe she had misheard him, with it being so close to Jason’s birthday that she was hearing things. Yeah, that had to be it.
The name was still echoing throughout her mind when she heard the sound of a grappling hook Batgirl remained where she was for a moment waiting for a attack that never came. After she was sure that this new mystery man was gone Barbara turned to Anton and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and yanked him up. The man whimpered a little as the knife took a little from his arm but Barbara knew he would be fine. Let’s go. She demanded, they needed to get off the street and she needed to get him somewhere safe, Mr. Reds threat was not one she wanted to take lightly. |
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