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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 21:09:16 GMT -5
The jab of electricity stunned her enough to allow her to drop him. Once she broke from it she punched him in the abdomen, right under his sternum. She grabbed him again and then threw him to the ground with enough force to make him slow for a minute.
"You. Stay."
Stormy walked over to the woman, keeping a sharp eye on Mr. ThrowPeopleOffBuildingsAnDSuckerTasethem. She reached down and pulled to woman up. She held her easily in her arms as she walked to the man. She kicked his taser from him, her pheremones still pumping, and put a foot on his right wrist and one on his head, lightly, ready to crush his skull if he gave her a reason to. She tried to revive the woman in her arms. She noticed the whip, the junpsuit and the cat ears. Couldn't be...
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 20, 2012 22:16:41 GMT -5
She'd been unconscious before. Probably more times than were healthy. Sometimes it was complete blackout. Out one second and up the next. Yet sometimes unconscious did not mean your mind was completely out. Images, thoughts, dreams even. This time a succession of memory flashes...life flashing before her eyes? She had a few lives left, she wasn't too worried about it.
The chaos of her visions slowly began to meld into her surroundings, a mix of dream and reality as she was regaining consciousness. She stirred at first, groggily raising her eyes to...what? She felt the aide to her side and looked at her...at first she was still not sure what was dream and what was reality and then looking forward...she remembered....
She was not near full strength at the moment, but regardless she pushed herself off of the girl. She stumbled slightly but soon regained her footing. She looked at the girl for a moment, thankful, though it may not have shown at the moment. She was still in some pain and angry...confused. Her flashing green eyes then traveled down to the man on the ground. The dark figure with the glowing red eyes....
Standing over him, besides the girl, she released the claws in her gloves...
"Who...who are you? Speak fast. I don't like to be played with..."
Her tone was threatening yet anxious. She had let her guard down once too many times already tonight....She'd be prepared this time...for whatever the outcome would be....either it be the answer or a retaliation.
The girl seemed to have him in a somewhat secure hold...but looks can always be deceiving. And if she was right...part of her wanted to be...and another didn't. If she was right...this probably wouldn't hold him down for long.
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Post by The Batman on Jun 20, 2012 22:33:37 GMT -5
He was on the ground that was for sure. The girl had taken him by surprise, but it was something that wouldn't happen next time, and now Selina was awake again. He wasn't happy that he was still here in this alley, his new crusade already in jeapordy. But he couldn't help but smile.
He found his grapple gun laying nearby at least.
The laughter echoed in his head teasing him.
"We seem to have ourselves in a pickle, down, battered, bleeding. Not a great start for the once infamous Bat. Maybe you were a bit more rusty than you thought while you were taking a dirt nap. Ahhh....what are we to do, hmm? You going to give up and let them win now, or do you have another ace in that belt? You could get out of this hold easily...well once upon a time. How about now? You know where you'll end up once they arrest you and see you're as looney as the rest of us hee hee! You'd be a celebrity at Arkham, and our personal punching bag....."
"No!!"
Using all his new found strength he threw the girl off him and grabbed his grapple gun and fired it looking Selina in the eyes from his shadowed hood.
"I'm no one."
He lifted into the darkness of the night escaping them. He landed on a nearby roof and scrambled into a shadow and hid until the shock and pain of the past minutes subsided. He would eventually make his way back to the tunnel and his hideout, caring for his stab wound, one among countless. As he stitched himself up he found himself wishing Alfred was there. But there was no Alfred, nor did his voice come to him.
An eerie creepy voice came and it caused the others to shy away, even the laughing one.
"He was delicious, sir. He will bother you no more, and they out there will fear us, sir. Those who are afraid we will feast on their hearts and devour them, sir. Yes we will. Won't we......sir?"
Bruce closed his eyes unable to resist those haunting his mind, as much as he wanted to.
"Yes.......we will."
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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 22:40:57 GMT -5
Stormy got thrown a few yards. She growled, but by the time she was up to her feet he was gone. She heard him look at the other woman and say "I'm no one."
Stormy spit to her side, not as much blood in it as before. She hobbled over to the woman. That bomb blast from earlier took more out of her than she realized.
"You alright?"
Stormy coughed again while sighing. She walked over to get into the edige of the street light for a moment before pulling her shirt and jacket back over her shoulders, not caring to button either. She looked to the woman again and walked toward her, tilting her head in the direction that their new friend, or old in Catwoman's case, went.
"Friend of yours? His manners are amiss."
Stormy chuckled lightly, but coughed again.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 20, 2012 22:57:32 GMT -5
Seldom shaken, the encounter had already questioned her competence. She hated that. Her impulse was to chase after but her instincts somehow kept her feet from moving.
No one, he said. No one. Full of crap. The mystery would unravel, sooner or later. If her sanity had any say, she preferred sooner.
Her head still stung; she'd be feeling the after effects for a while, for numerous reasons.
She remained in her position. Standing...thinking...questioning...Thankfully the girl pulled her out of it.
She raised her hand to her head and walked over to retrieve her whip as she spoke.
"I'm fine. Better than you it seems. You should take care of those injuries. Soon. Tell me...you have somewhere to get help? I've patched up a few bumps and bruises in my time. It's..the least I can do."
Collecting strays used to be a habit for her. Stray cats...stray kids was Bruce's territory. As much as she intended to help the girl, she could also get some info out of her...maybe get a better idea of ...
She shook her head again as she then wrapped her whip around her waist.
Did she consciously not answer the girls second question? Maybe...but she wasn't sure how to answer it any way.
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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 23:03:45 GMT -5
Stormy smiled to her.
"I appreciate it, but as long as the sun come up tomorrow, I will be fine, just gotta get home, or some food. Food sounds good. Chicken and waffles."
She was about to reach for her phone but remembered it was a pile of dust. Her ears perked at the sound of nearing sirens.
"Hey, if you're who I think you are, which is the notorious Miss Catwoman, then you better scram, cops are on their way."
Apparentl Catwoman was a bad guy, but she seemed like a nice cat.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 20, 2012 23:21:29 GMT -5
Damn. Well she is infused with Ivy's DNA.
She needed more information. It's just like the GCPD to ruin an evening. She headed for the fire escape and turned back to the girl.
"I appreciate the "Miss" almost as much as the "notorious". By the way..why were you here? Corporate espionage...sight seeing?"
Blunt, maybe, but sometimes that was the best way to get an answer.
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Post by Stormy Evening on Jun 20, 2012 23:25:17 GMT -5
Stormy shrugged to her, smirking.
"Just dropping a message by for someone that could hopefully lend me a hand, s'all."
Stormy could hear the cars coming closer. She began running in an opposite direction and looked back to her.
"See you around, Cats."
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Post by The Batman on Jun 20, 2012 23:29:56 GMT -5
He got out of the uniform, and got some food and drink while he studied the computer. He noticed a match on the facial recognition scan of the girl he just encountered. He keyed in several commands and accessed the GCPD file on her and read it deeply interested.
"So....Luthor's been gene splicing...."
He examined the message she had left Lucius noting her genetic code. She had mentioned Venom when her eyes went green. She showed the signs of having the drug in he veins, but only one had enough in theirs where it could be genetically transferred. He narrowed his eyes as he reflected back on the fight. What was the purple effect? It was intoxicating, mind numbingly powerful is what it was.
He tapped into his link for the computer to gather a list of all known with mind control abilities excluding those with gadgets of the same qualities. He sat back in thought as the computer ran it's data.
"I'm going to have to get a blood sample..."
"Good....you can have all the blood you want after we slit the brat's throat! You need your first slash mark." Chimed in the voice of the serial killer.
"No! She's not an enemy."
"What is she then a friend? A bosom buddy? A pal? A confidant? A comrade in arms? Do you think she'll greet you warmly? hmmmmmmmmmm?" Chuckled in the main voice that's been pulling his strings.
"No. No she's not that either. We'll have to do it quietly. Find where she lives and try to get it wile she sleeps."
His head filled with laughter and Bruce put his hands to his head wincing in pain.
"HAHAHAHA! I gotta say even to us......that's downright sick and wrong. You get a GOLD STAR! HAHAHAHAH!!!"
He looked at the clock and sighed. The sun was coming up soon. He would have to track her down and stakeout tomorrow night. He sighed and turned back to his laptop and brought up the blueprint schematics of Arkham.
A muffled voice came into his head quizzingly.
"What youse gonna do wit dat, Dummy? You ain't gonna go in dere is ya?"
"No. I'm going to blow it all to hell."
"Wit what, Dummy? yer good looks?"
"With bombs, Scarface. With bombs."
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 20, 2012 23:44:19 GMT -5
It seemed like any further inquiries would have to wait.
"See ya on the rooftops..."
She said before scaling the fire escape and landing on the roof of the building. Once there she peered over the edge in the direction the girl had gone. Follow? It would be helpful to know where she lived. No...forget it Selina...bigger fish...bigger fish.
Her head still throbbed...both from pain and from thoughts. She knows what she heard...she also knows what she saw. She was determined to prove herself right or wrong. Until then...keep an eye out. She had a feeling things in Gotham were about to get interesting.
She turned and headed via rooftop back to the East End.
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