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Post by The Batman on Jul 29, 2012 19:23:34 GMT -5
He was finding it hard to concentrate as he fired his grapple gun. The screaming and fighting within his mind overcame him. He fired his grapple, the line missing it's mark and he found himself falling, and landed on a rooftop trying to roll with the fall but did a bad job of it. He could hear the distinctive *pop* as his shoulder dislocated. He tried to muffle a scream but from the noises within him, he wasn't sure he was able to. He put the grapple gun away. It would be no use with a dislocated shoulder.
He staggered holding his hand to his head gunfire exploding in his ears and insane laughter mixed with the fighting.
"Stop it!"
The shooting echoed in his ears. Flashback.
He remembered staring at the pearls and popcorn littering the rain soaked pavement, and that he had been sitting in a puddle caused by the rain, soaking his pants, but in too much shock to care. The light from the street lamp showed him much of the water around him was red, and some of the pearls were stained with it.
He staggered to a wall on the roof where the service door and held himself sturdy, then slammed his shoulder into the corner of it snapping his shoulder back in place. he was immediately on the ground. this scream he could not muffle and it drowned out the chaos going on within. He could see his world growing black, and he shut his eyes fighting the darkness. He would not black out here.
"No.....I will not allow this....fight it..."
He grit his teeth fighting the pain in his shoulder his eyes tightly closed.
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 29, 2012 19:58:04 GMT -5
He seemed to be moving erratically...which again, was not like him. To miss his mark was not something that happened often...and it didn't even as he was Gotham. Whatever was going on in his head was too much for him to physically and mentally take...it was clear. He fell out of sight for a moment, landing on a rooftop a few leaps and swings from her current position. His speed, though lessened, was still efficient enough to have left a gap in the distance.
Her boots hit the rooftop shortly after his howl ran through her body like a bolt of electricity. He soon slumped unto the floor and appeared as if he was about to black out. Whether he had noticed her or not didn't matter. She slowly began to move towards him. If he blacked out, it would be that much easier to restrain him, but nothing with him was ever that easy.
From their last encounter it was clear that the voices in his head, propelling him, tormenting him, were the voices of the many criminals who have plagued him and his city. Several she didn't have much care for herself. However, he knew them. And these were his delusions. If he could take on their personas in voices, could he not also take over their personality? It was a frightening thought that she kept with her as she approached.
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Post by The Batman on Jul 29, 2012 20:17:10 GMT -5
The blackness embraced him and to her eyes he went limp for a moment. Sadly also dropping and losing the battle was the host mind within.
"Get him back in his little cage, and don't let him out again! Keeping him alive is just plain crazy anyway...heh! but we need 'im! Hey! Where you going Harv?"
" Someone's coming. Our turn to drive."
In the darkness of his hood 2 red eyes appeared, one open slightly wider than the other. He smiled regarding Selina and slowly stood up. His voice was different, coarser than his usual voice. he brushed himself off and reached into his belt. The glint of a small piece of metal appeared in one hand and in another one of Two-face's guns.
"Look at what the mice drug in. We heard you coming. Your boy's down, Kitten. Now we're in charge."
The ping of the coin chimed in the air as he flipped it in mid air.
"You gonna come rescue him? We think he's a bit beyond that now."
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 29, 2012 20:27:08 GMT -5
Selina, sometimes you just shouldn't think of worst case scenario all together, because inevitably it comes and bites you in the ass. She didn't have time to be frustrated....she knew what she would have to do if it came to this...and she'd be lying if she said she didn't look forward to it...even just a little.
The moment he stood, she had placed her hand on her whip, ready to crack if necessary...and it appeared to be necessary...
"I doubt it..."
So...it's Harvey first. Coin or gun? Coin, Selina. Coin.
She let loose her whip hoping to catch the coin before it fell. It was risky and required a great deal of control...she could feel the pangs of pain from her aggravated injuries and grit her teeth in attempt to not cry out herself. She's had worse, but she'd have to keep it together enough to get through this.
She could not approach this fight as if she was fighting Bruce. She had to react as she would if it was Harvey. And with Harvey...it's the coin.
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Post by The Batman on Jul 29, 2012 20:37:01 GMT -5
The coin shot off the roof and the faint ding of it bouncing around came from below. Gotham raced to the edge of the roof in a panic crying out in frustrated anguish and fell to his knees.
"You...bitch!"
He aimed the gun at her and tried with all his might to pull the trigger but couldn't, not without the final decision of the coin, of the decider of all fate. He threw his head back and screamed but it soon faded, and once again he seemed different.
"My doubly troubled companion seems to have flown the coop, leaving me the humbling honor of coming forth and greeting you a good evening Miss Kyle."
He stood up which seemed difficult as if he were a heavy set man, and felt around as if searching for something.
"I seem to have misplaced my cigarette holder. No matter. I do have this, and I can make it smoke as well!"
The pistol exploded as several shots rang out in Catwoman's direction.
"As charming as our coitus may have been, I am sadly obligated to defend my self and my fellow cohorts!"
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 29, 2012 20:53:50 GMT -5
"Dem da Breaks, Harv...." she said with a smirk.
Well...Harvey was dealt with. With entire roster of major criminal types seemingly stored away in there, she knew in her gut that this wasn't the end and the minute he spoke again and turned towards her...she knew that her gut had been right...again. AND if she didn't move quick, she'd get a bullet in that all knowing gut.
Cobblepot. Penguin. Greasy little pot- bellied creep. She'd worked with him on occasion...more out of necessity than pleasure. He had his uses...at times. This...was not one of those times.
She made a quick movement out of the line of fire, dodging most, but receiving a couple grazes to her arm and abdomen. Great...another thing to worry about.
Stay focused, Selina.
"Oh Ozzie...is that anyway to treat an old friend? How rude. It seems like even in his subconscious you are a pompous ass. Guess you can't fight the truth. And I've got some pretty massive TRUTH for you..." She aimed the whip at his hand with the gun, attempting to snap his grip and remove the gun from the equation, once removed she'd use the whip to attempt to pull him in for a powerful kick to the gut.
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Post by The Batman on Jul 29, 2012 22:08:04 GMT -5
Her kick knocked him into the air landing hard on the ground. He squawked weakly for a moment which merged into a cawing laughter as he rolled over and regarded her.
"Ah you think you can take all night and beat us all out of his head until we're all gone don't you?"
2 small glass vials flew at her thrown from him as he stood slowly. When they made contact they would shatter and fill the air with an orange colored smoke.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you but this is all....one. big. NIGHTMARE. You're going to die tonight Miss Kyle. You're going to die a hero. We all know you aren't one, you're just playing your games until the right moment for you to lash out and take your piece. You think you matter to him? You're not in here with us..."
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 30, 2012 22:06:43 GMT -5
She knew things would get trickier and trickier with each hit. It was like a never ending fight with some of her very least favorite people. It was enough to take them on alone, but in quick succession and like this...it was hard to continually change gears and her injuries continued to pang her. She could just as easily leave. But not this time.
As the vials were thrown her way she did her best to dodge the impact. For the most part she missed the initial core of the smoke, but unfortunately she had inhaled a small portion in her attempt to escape. She'd notice this soon enough.
"Oh...I think he keeps me somewhere else...." She said as she lunged forward, claws out. However, all of a sudden she felt as if she could not move. NO. Selina it is an illusion...fight through.
The sensation was so strong..she turned her eyes to her feet, looking behind her she saw attached to her ankles a long chain connected to the floor. The panic began to seep in.
"NO!" She screamed in defiance.
She hated what even a small amount of that stuff could do to her. To lose control of herself, to lose her freedom, those were some of her most vicious fears. To have them exploited, boiled her blood.
"It won't be you Crane...whether it is..the...real you or the one in his subconscious!"
With a feral yell she pulled whatever will power she had and powered through, lunging forward, claws ready to strike.
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Post by The Batman on Jul 31, 2012 20:06:08 GMT -5
He had wedged shurikens bewteen his fingers making razor sharp claws of his own....or talons rather. He did not shy away from her advance and charged right back at her lashing out and giving back what she was giving.
"Caw!!! The kitty wants to play!"
Her claws slashed through his hood and across his cheek drawing first blood causing him to flinch his head back, the hood falling away and exposing his face giving her confirmation it was really Bruce.
His claws went for her gut as he sneered.
"You're going to pay for that! Let's see how agile you really are you mangy alley cat!"
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 31, 2012 20:21:02 GMT -5
It was one thing knowing who was behind the hood, but it was an entirely different thing to actually see it.
Maybe it was the fear toxin, maybe it was her own weakness...
She did not completely dodge the his razored swipe, resulting in a nasty slash, she winced in pain but kept her forward motion - she slid the hood back over his face, grasping her hand around the back of his neck and brought her lips to his, while her claws slowly pierced the flesh underneath them.
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Post by The Batman on Jul 31, 2012 20:30:07 GMT -5
His scream of pain was muffled in the kiss and he backhanded her away dropping to the ground he gasped for air and soon began to chuckle as he examined his wound, blood flowing freely from him.
"HeeheeheeeahahahahaahHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! You *cough* you think by making us all worm food that you'll free him?"
He slowly stood an awkward smile appeared on his face as he giggled and staggered.
"He's locked away, Princess. He's in a tiny little cage for safe keeping, but oh! Don't worry he's getting his bread and water, and hourly beatings. HAHAHAHAHA! If you take us all down, he's trapped!"
He looked at he very red covered hand and giggled.
"Oh damn. He's bleeding."
Then he collapsed.
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Post by selinakyle on Jul 31, 2012 20:45:17 GMT -5
"Yeah..." she said looking at her own hands full of both of their blood.
"And...so am I."
Selina...you should not have followed him. You know that. And look at you. Bleeding...well...everywhere. Now what, genius. Let's be honest here, he's always the one who's gotten you into the most trouble, of one kind or another. Vicious circle.
oooo that hurts. Selina's movements and breaths were pained and labored and frankly she wasn't sure how she was still standing at this point. But at least she was.
She looked to him on the ground, she couldn't let him bleed to death. She made her way over towards him. This could go many ways....and honestly at this point...Selina just wanted some kind of conclusion...hopefully the conclusion didn't include death. Some of the fear toxin was still coursing through her veins and she did all she could to shake off the anxiety....
wait...was THIS an illusion? Argh! She brought her hand to her forehead in frustration.
Even though Crane was not directly involved in what was happening, she would feel SO much better to take out her revenge on him anyway. He deserved it anyway.
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Post by The Batman on Jul 31, 2012 20:54:57 GMT -5
As he lay motionless those within conferred.
"She took out Dent, da boid, an da scarecrow...."
He titled his head towards the cage that held the subconsciousness of Bruce Wayne.
"'N HE took out everyone else......aside from who you shot laughin' boy."
The other said nothing, nor did he even let out a giggle. He went to a corner and sat down facing it, rocking back & forth.
"Oh youse start losin' an' youse give up. Typical. It looks like it's up ta me, as usual. All youse...puppets are worthless. I'll deal wit' her once 'n fer all."
"Once he wakes up dat is..."
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Post by selinakyle on Aug 3, 2012 21:52:41 GMT -5
Selina knelt down besides him, her left arm clutching her abdomen. She knew that that had been an extremely risky move and in the end it only barely paid off.
First things first, while he appeared to be out she had to make as much of the time she had as possible. She fumbled under the cloak to attempt to find any first aide pockets in his belt. The man was worse than a woman. He had everything but the kitchen sink on him at all times...she wouldn't doubt he's somehow actually HAD a sink in there at some point.
Once she found some first aide, bandages, and the like, she quickly patched up the fresh claw marks on his neck and then tended to her own most severe wounds. She worked as quickly and efficiently as she could. At the moment what she really wanted was an adrenaline shot...
What would happen when he woke up...she couldn't tell. Would it be Bruce or someone else again. Would she survive it?
Well, time to take advantage of the situation, Selina. She dragged him, with much anguish over toward the stairwell and set him up against the side. She riffled through his belt again, taking it off this time..no way he was going to throw any more crap at her again...she used two plastic pull tie handcuffs that she had found in the belt and placed them around his wrists and the piping. She knew it probably wouldn't hold him for long. But it would be just enough of an obstacle to buy her some time...hopefully...
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