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Post by selinakyle on Jun 22, 2012 15:58:49 GMT -5
Smoke..again...he needed to broaden his horizons. No matter...simple momentary distraction. The cave was large...she just needed height. She dashed through the smoke towards a lower catwalk....for the most part she was flying blind, going simply on memory, instinct and adrenaline. It was no easy dash, as she was pelted with shurikens. Able to dodge only a few. Despite the pain of those that hit and even stuck she cracked her whip towards the catwalk in an attempt to flip up onto it. It was a close call, but she made it. By the time she had made it up there, he was nowhere to be seen.
She forced forward, would he simply leave..or was he baiting her? The shurikens stuck in her left thigh and shoulder were giving her the majority of her problems. SHe didn't have time to yank them out but they sure as hell took time off of her movements...She had to make the sacrifice...she stopped and yanked them out with a pained yell. SO much for stealth, Selina.
She then continued forward, her eyes darting about her, not ready to give up...
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Post by The Batman on Jun 22, 2012 16:11:44 GMT -5
Leaving the veil of the smoke ushered the use of even more being released. He threw a handful where she was at the catwalk and again in the trophy room. He switched the spectrum in his contacts so he could see in the dense clouds. He landed quietly on the floor of the trophy room and examined it's contents.
A giggle entered his head...
"So. That's where my exploding cards went, and my hammer too? Why you little thief! I will expect those returned before I call my lawyer!"
"Shut up."
He spied what he wanted and grabbed them. She was quick and could dodge most anything, but he was heavily trained in all sorts of weapons so that he could understand how they worked and functioned.
He spied something else and a broad grin came to his lips. If one was looking it seemed a little broader than what would be normal.
"Ohhhhhh. YES."
He made his way upwards again and examined the catwalk from his hiding place. What he had he knew was potent stuff. He was fairly sure it could do the job. He aimed the flower and sprayed one end of the catwalk's support beams which would cause it to shudder and shift. he then proceeded to spray the other end's support beams. Causing an inevitable collapse.
"Let's see if you land on your feet."
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 22, 2012 16:35:02 GMT -5
More smoke...damn him and his damn smoke pellets. Always had to make everything so difficult. She ground her teeth, partly from pain and partly from frustration.
Beyond the smoke she could just make out a figure...standing in the distance. Looming...waiting. She had to be prepared....but for this...for this she wasn't.
The catwalk beneath her began to shake and shudder. You've got to be kidding me! She had to think fast before she fell with the rubble. Using her whip she aimed for a beam above her, just managing to wrap itself around it before the catwalk fell. In normal circumstances, she'd have a way around this...but the pain from her shoulder...that pain was increasingly making it difficult to hang on to the whip. Dangling there was not a safe position to be in either. She could feel her grip loosening, sliding down the handle of the whip...no matter how she looked at it...this was not going to end well.
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Post by The Batman on Jun 22, 2012 16:48:46 GMT -5
The smoke cleared and she could see he had 2 .9 mm pistols aimed at her. One was jet black, the other gleamed gold. They were a pair of guns once owned by Two-Face.
There was a victorious laughter and he couldn't help himself but mimic it out load, echoing throughout the cave. In his head he could hear the approval.
"That could not have gone over better! Finish her off! Ohhhh I've waited for this moment for so long! The Kitty hanging at the end of her rope!! Do it!!!"
Bruce smiled taunting her echoing the words..
"Kitty at the end of her rope..."
He was about to pull the triggers when a strong voice filled his head.
I OBJECT! Those are my guns! You will follow my rules and I will flip!
Bruce paused but kept his aim speaking aloud.
"Your call Harvey. Flip for it."
He could hear the ping of silver and a collective groan within his head.
"She lives."
"Fine."
Bruce tucked the guns in his belt behind his back and fired the grapple swinging towards her and catching hold of her before lowering them both to the ground.
He then pushed her away so she couldn't claw him again but pulled the gold gun on her and cocked the hammer.
"Last warning."
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 22, 2012 17:02:15 GMT -5
The guns...at the sight of them she knew who they once belonged to. He resorted to using one of their weapons...instead of his own...not only that...He was holding a gun...ready to shoot. Something was terribly wrong. The pain was excruciating and she fought through it, straining to hold on. Her mind was running in circles...was this really Bruce? She knew it was...but...
Wait. He said Harvey...told him to flip the coin...What in God's name was going on?!
She was near the point of dropping when he had swung over and brought her to the ground. Standing there but a few feet away, the gun in his hands pointed straight at her. It was a scenario out of a nightmare.
Her eyes stared at him in disbelief and dare she admit...sadness. She spoke through the pain of her injuries.
"A gun...Bruce...what the hell happened to you?"
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Post by The Batman on Jun 22, 2012 17:08:28 GMT -5
He stepped painfully close to her the gun at her temple, caring not if she clawed him. That name drove rage into him and he hissed at it through clenched teeth.
"Bruce?? Bruce Wayne is dead. I am the heart and soul of this city. I am the darkness that will snuff out the corruption and evil and restore it. I will do what could not be done because it must be. I will do what Bruce Wayne could not do. I...AM....Gotham. Now. Get the HELL out of here before I go against the coin and spatter your brains all over the floor!!"
Gotham grinned as wide as he could.
"It's going to be loads of fun."
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 22, 2012 17:21:42 GMT -5
It was him and yet it wasn't. She knew Bruce Wayne would never pull the trigger...but she had no guarantee now. Her eyes which first looked at him with pity and sorrow were now alight with a fiery determination...one might even say anger. If looks could kill...
There was little left she could do. He was back..but severely damaged. There was no one else who knew...no one else who could attempt to stop him if she didn't comply.
Her eyes stayed upon him as she slowly raised her arms in surrender and began to back away.
"I'm sure it is. Thanks for the dance."
She kept her eyes on him as she made her way to her entry point and slipped back into the earthen tunnels.
Her course of action was clear...and it was time to start...as soon as her feet hit ground again.
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Post by The Batman on Jun 22, 2012 17:42:54 GMT -5
Gotham staggered in his stance. The loss of blood was getting to him, and no doubt why those in his head seemed to try to get out. He tucked the gun away again and quickly gathered the supplies he needed.
He was sure he had an adversary now, he should have killed her but the coin ruled. It's rule was absolute so he obeyed much to the popular vote's dismay.
He had to make quick time to his hideout. The voices in his head echoing and cheering him on giving him the extra strength he needed to get there. At the last instance though he blacked out, his bike crashing near the entrance throwing him, knocking him out cold.
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Post by The Batman on Jun 22, 2012 17:45:21 GMT -5
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