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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 2:02:27 GMT -5
Stormy looked up at him. She spat up at him, hitting him on his chest while he spoke. Then, he stopped and suddenly became still. She quirked a weak brow at him under her mask. Before she spoke again she coughed, pained.
"I don't bounce, baby."
Stormy was trying to remain awake but her eye lids kept drooping. She shook her head trying to stay awake. The girl managed to get to her feet but she fell forward onto her knees, sloppy, tired. She caught herself from going down to her chest and face with her right arm and her weight went to the right a bit. She grunted in pain as she coughed and would follow it up with hocking the blood and spit from her mouth.
Oh how she longed for the loving sun to graze her body with the healing power she came to know well in the last few weeks.
She looked up to him, one eye now purple while the other green.
"There is not only disgrace and dishonor in that, monster, but an infinite loss."
Stormy's voice grew groggy, her anger raging through her in spite of her pheromones reacting to her shock. She reached at him with her right arm, catching his left leg, but falling all the way back to the pavement, face down, at his feet. She turned her head to the side, able to barely see him at the corner of her left eye. She spoke with a tight and pained voice. She would pause throughout, the pain was horrendous and she had accepted that these words may very well be her last. She dug her nails into his leg and pulled herself up enough to look him in the eyes.
"Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part. The rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance."
Stormy's grip loosened as she keeled to her right and landed on her side. Her hand fell just on the side of his boot. She looked to him as her eyes began to fade and they closed as she passed out.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 20, 2012 3:27:03 GMT -5
It started out as a relatively easy night and thus far, Selina was quite proud of the results. There was always something so....sweet....so.... invigorating about a good old fashioned brawl...or two...or three.
It had been a strange few weeks for her, and it was nice to get back to some kind of normalcy...well HER kind of normalcy. It all worked out in the end, but her curiosity was still piqued about that kid with the crazy abilities. She hadn't heard any talk about her in the underground...at least not anything new, since then. Eh...her curiosity has gotten her into trouble before...and let's face it, it probably always will. You, know...the whole cat thing.
She seldom left the East End lately, but tonight...tonight she had a taste to stretch her legs out a bit. As a result she found herself involved in a small tiff with a couple dealers in an alleyway. This was not a new thing...nor was it unwelcome. The good thing about walking the line of so called morality is you could help others while helping yourself. Two high end dealers left much to reap rewards from...by the end of it, she walked away with some smashing men's jewelry and two willing informants.
Productive evening.
Shortly after the men scampered away with their tails between their legs, the blare of sirens zoomed past the alleyway. This was not new or uncommon occurrence in Gotham...but regardless...curiosity. She scaled the nearby fire-escape and set foot on the roof. From the look of things they were heading deeper into the city....towards...well that's interesting indeed.
She followed and after a few blocks it was more evident where they were headed.
It's none of your concern, Selina...turn around and go back...
Maybe she would have...but then she spotted what looked like two figures heading off from the other end of the tower...a fight...brief...as it didn't remain there for long. She was no voyeur, but she was not completely set on getting herself involved. From this distance, it could be anyone...and honestly...she didn't really care to deal with the Bat--brats at the moment.
One figure seemed to re-emerge and enter the tower. The victor obviously. Only moments after that figure seemed to descend back down to the alley. Perhaps this was the rice that tipped the scale for Selina.
There was no turning back now. She headed towards the incident...unsure of what she'd find. If it wasn't worth it when she got there...well it was only a few minutes wasted.
When she got close enough, she began to hear their exchange...bits and pieces...mostly heard the word "asshole"...coming from a female voice...She had reached the rooftop of the alley where she could peer over the ledge onto the fight below...
Two figures, a man...towering over a young girl...not something she was ever ok with. The young girl...it was her...the poetic crazily powered kid..Deadly Nightshade...or...something...
Why didn't she make the earth quake? Or...do some other crazy magical thing she does...how is she there on the ground....well...One good turn, deserves another...she'll probably regret this in the morning.....
She dropped into the alley behind the towering male figure. Her whip, which aided in her descent was in hand and eager to sting.
"Picking on little girls? Now that's just not right...and frankly...pathetic. "
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Post by The Batman on Jun 20, 2012 13:23:05 GMT -5
He heard an all too familiar voice in his head as he stepped towards the girl.
"MASTER BRUCE! How dare you listen to this riff raff and rabble! Pull yourself together, sir! This girl needs your help, and you will give it!"
The other voices retreated for the moment, resenting the fatherly voice that commanded the fractured mind of Bruce Wayne, no doubt plotting to silence it.
The girl's lure pulled at him and he was about to pick her up when he heard another voice, in his head. No. It wasn't in his head. It too was all too familiar and he whispered in a hiss barely audible.
"Selina..."
The laughter reverberated loudly in his mind at the irony that of all people, she would be the first he knew to cross paths with him. He flinched at the laughter muffling a scream of pain, and he dared not speak or even try to speak differently. She knew his voice too well. His red lenses looked over his shoulder at her as he planned his escape. He couldn't fight her, again due to the familiarity. Instead he pulled a handful of smoke capsules from his pouch and cast them to the ground concealing himself and the girl.
He would attempt to pick up the girl, fire his grapple and escape as quickly as possible back to the tunnels.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 20, 2012 14:12:26 GMT -5
The man didn't seem to notice her at all..at first...continuing to loom over the girl. This was not the desired effect. She could tell from that moment that this was not going to be any where near an easy throw down in a Gotham alley. She tightened her grip around the handle of her whip. Before she could utter her next provoking remark, the man slightly turned towards her...just enough over his shoulder that she saw the glowing red eyes. If this was her first walk in the park, she'd probably be shaking in her boots...but she's seen scarier things....And then...she regretted her slight hesitation. The figure threw down smoke capsules...she hated smoke capsules...
It didn't take long for those things to render the area's visibility useless...she couldn't let it get that far...
Oh no, you don't, she thought as she let loose her whip with a mighty crack toward the figure so quickly beginning to disappear behind the smoke. Was it a risk...yes...there is always a risk...but if she made that small window of opportunity...it was worth it. If not...she'd have to keep her wits and her eyes about her...there was no way...NO WAY...she would even let herself walk away from this one....
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Post by The Batman on Jun 20, 2012 14:37:20 GMT -5
The whip wrapped around his waist as he lifted off the ground the jolt of an extra 100 or so pounds jarred his grip form his grapple gun sending he and the girl back to the ground with a hard crash, reminding him of his sore ribs, and now sore hip.
He slowly stood up as the smoke cleared and regarded his new opponent. He had a very clear advantage. he knew who she was, and how she fought. She had no idea who he was....yet. He made a mental check to use strictly street tactics on her as the voices sounded off.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! let's get ready to.....RUMBLE"
*groans* "If only I could give her one long......kiss."
"Yeah B-man! Show 'er who's boss! er...sorry Puddin'"
"Got a rock? Use a rock!"
"BREAK her now!"
He growled in reply grabbing a trash can lid and hurling at her with all his new found strength. He didn't want to do this, but they....they despised her, they resented her back & forth unpredictability, they distrusted her and wanted her wiped from existence. He could only comply for if he did as they told, the less pain he felt.
The lid was a distraction, as he threw down more smoke and blinked changing his lenses to infrered and able to see through the thick cloud. he knew she'd dodge it and he'd be waiting for her.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 20, 2012 15:12:08 GMT -5
The gamble paid off....enough. The girl was most likely injured again...but better another broken bone then carried off by this...whatever.
Don't get ahead of yourself Selina...this isn't over yet...
Whoever this red eyed guy was...she sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for him. She readied herself for a charge, but was instead thwarted by a trash can lid. A trash can lid...really? She squatted low to avoid it, and let loose her whip again, aiming for the legs...as her whip was in motion the figure tossed down even more smoke capsules....she hated smoke capsules.
There was no way to stop the motion..if she tried to halt it, it could only cause more problems...she'd deal with the repercussions when the time came...she had to ready.
She hoped this whiplash would land again...and the minute she would feel the weight, she'd tug and try to bring him down....
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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 15:51:22 GMT -5
A few minutes into their fight the pain was too immense to not wake Stormy. She looked over. The woman smelled familiar, like she had met her before, but her brain was too scattered to remember who she was. She noticed a street lamp nearby and began pulling herself toward it, trying to be quiet as she did.
after a few gruelling minutes pulling herself to the lamp she just rolled over facing it. It wasn't the sun, but it would do. She was in a puddle of water from earlier rain fall.
She laid there for a few minutes, threatening to pass out again, however the light from the street lamp was helping. Tossed her jacket off and even her black shirt under it. A black strapless bra that looked like a black gauze around her chest. She could feel her flesh wounds disappearing and soon she could feel her arm getting better, but that might take a bit of time.
For now she just laid there trying to let herself heal as much as she could before she'd have to get up again.
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Post by The Batman on Jun 20, 2012 17:37:05 GMT -5
The whip this time did not find its mark. The second he had thrown down the capsules he flipped over and behind Catwoman. He pulled out a taser from his belt intending to give her a full jolt, incapacitating her for at least 5 minutes. plenty of time to get out. He slipped it on like brass knuckles and swung as hard as he could hoping the smoke was still distracting her enough to notice he was attacking from behind.
The main voice in his head laughed with glee...
Hey that's MY trick! I bet yours doesn't even fry her does it? When this is over, we really need to talk about your ethics.
Another voice alerted him..
Wauk! Don't look now, but our pigeon is getting away too. What options do we have to consider before she flies the proverbial coop?
Bruce sneered trying to shut out the voices and replied to them not realizing he was speaking out loud.
"We deal with this one first, then her. Now shut up."
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 20, 2012 17:54:47 GMT -5
Crap...crap...crap....It was evident almost immediately that she had missed her mark....
Everything was moving so fast, yet seemed to be progressing in slow motion. The sounds of fabric flapping over her head, the wind caused by movement..the boots hitting the pavement behind her. She had a very small opening if she wanted to squirm out of this predicament. Whatever response time she had was nullified...nullified as soon as she heard that voice. It couldn't be...her mind was playing tricks with her...The seconds that passed seemed much longer as her mind was in a confused sort of shock...that shock prompted her to turn her head....turn her head and look into the red eyes in disbelief as his fist fell upon her.
Pain....lots of pain....and then....nothing. Her body collapsed on the ground....
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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 19:42:15 GMT -5
Stormy had managed to get herself in decent enough condition to sit up. She looked over to see the man tazing the other woman who got involved in this mess. Stormy decided to stay where she was. Soon she stood.
Half delirious, and half dead her eyes turned purple and she looked to him.
Stormy pulled her knife at him after the other woman fell. Her aim would hopefully allow it to catch him in his shoulder.
"Romeo, oh Romeo. Where for art THOU, ROMEO?"
Stormy stood there, trying to stay under the light for as long as she could. her jacket and shirt were on the ground. She gritted her teeth at him and cracked her knuckles. She put her fists up and used her fingers on her left hand, beckoning him to come her direction. She could feel herself feeling better, but at a slower rate than the sun would allow.
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Post by The Batman on Jun 20, 2012 19:52:22 GMT -5
The knife struck its mark as he really wasn't paying attention. The blade sunk in deep and the sudden pain dropped him. He yelled in pain and looked at her gritting his teeth.
The southern drawl of an enemy filled his head.
"Aw c'mon ya got ya a tough'r hide th'n that. Y'gonna let a skirt beat ya? Jus' grab a rock n' bash. s'easy."
He grabbed the handle of the knife and yanked it from his shoulder letting out another yelp of pain, but smiled at the same time at her.
"You seem to be made of something tough..."
He cranked up his taser to maximum.
"Let's find out how tough."
The laughter filled his head gleefully.
"Ah...the main event. You got it in you? Huh? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?"
Bruce smiled even wider and slowly stood back up and got in a defensive position, taser in one hand, his other hand held her knife but his shoulder hurt like hell. He wasn't sure how strong that arm was. He waved to Stormy for her to come.
"Let's go."
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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 20:02:21 GMT -5
Stormy smiled to him once he got set. Her left arm was still cradled to her like before. For moment she appeared like she was going to run at him and stopped short driving both feet, very hard, into the pavement. A ripple went through it strong enough that it could knock him off his balance, generously.
She backed into the light more once again.
"Venom."
Her eyes shifted back to green as she said the word.
She kept a watchful on the woman laying on the pavement. After knocking this guy out she planned on helping her, but she wanted to give her time to wake if she could, and keep the psycho show distracted.
Stormy was still busted to hell, but she was gaining strength back the more she stayed under the light.
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Post by The Batman on Jun 20, 2012 20:44:43 GMT -5
'Venom' she said. He knew Venom all too well. one would say he knew it intimately at one time. He's felt it's power in both what it gives and what it takes, and he hated Venom.
The shock threw off his balance but he counter balanced his weight and sneered at her narrowing his eyes, as a voice gave a tactical suggestion.
"Riddle me this: What's as small as a grape but could level a house?"
He had no hesitation and pulled out several mini bombs. They would activate on impact of a hard service, and detonate in approximately 3 seconds. The pouch that held them was reinforced heavily to insure no accidental explosions. He threw them at the ground near her and was about to grab his grapple gun when he remembered it'd been jarred from his grasp. He spied a heavy dumpster in the alley and dove behind it for safety.
The laughter mocked him.
"OOOPs! Lose something? HAHAHAHA! What a goof up! Keep with the game, an' you get the cigar!"
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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 20:53:01 GMT -5
Stormy had launched herself backward in a flip right as the bombs hit the ground. The blast threw her back a lot further than she wanted to go. Stormy coughed, and silently stood. The blost threw her and left a few marks, but nothing she couldn't handle.
When she stood she cracked her neck. The next image he would see was her storming through the haze. She landed next to him and lifted him into the air, pushing him against a wall and up by his throat. She growled at him and tightened her grip. She smiled and yanked her knife back out of his shoulder. She smelled his blood on it and then looked to him again, her eyes shifted to purple and her phermones released once again.
"So, you are from Gotham."
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Post by The Batman on Jun 20, 2012 21:01:49 GMT -5
Her grip was tight and she was much faster than he anticipated, the purple haze that flooded his senses drew back the voices, compelling him to answer.
"I...*cough* was going to help...*chk* you....I...am from...*kkch* Gotham."
He struggled and although the Lazarus Pit augmented strength it was far from Venom levels. He knew he'd left a bad impression, and was very sure no help he had offered would be taken seriously. he also knew Selina was probably going to regain consciousness soon. He needed out and his urge for flight was much stronger. He wasn't sure what'd it'd do to her but his taser was still in his hand. he would smack her in the face with it, try to find his grapple and get the hell out of there before it got worse.
He heard a chuckle in his head.
"Ooooh. A low blow. You're notorious for those.....I like it! Do it!"
He threw a jab in her face hoping the plan worked.
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