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WHO: Misfit and the GODDAMN BATMAN.
WHERE: Random poorly lit stereotypical back-alley street.
WHEN: Saturday night.
WARNINGS: Some violence.
SUMMARY: Charlie is out unleashing DARK VENGEANCE on unsuspecting criminals when Batman swings along. Charlie assumes she is in trouble.
FORMAT: Para?

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It was an average patrol night for Batman. He skipped from one roof to the other with a lightness of foot and innate sense of direction that marked a man who knew them well. They weren't Gotham rooftops but he had had months to chart them, to plot the best routes.

He paused reflexively at a junction when he heard the cries from the side-streets below. Above them was a youthful battlecry, peculiarly exuberant.

Leaping up onto the parapet of the roof he was about to come raining down on the scene, all fists and boots and fury, until he spotted just who it was at the center of the fracas.

Misfit.

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Charlie's fighting style was...eclectic...but there were obvious tells for who it was that had trained her. She had Helena's brutal, straight-forward way of winning, using elbows and the palms of her hands to hit people in quick, disarming, exceedingly painful places. But it was colored with Zinda's almost lackadaisical, bar-room brawl style of fighting, with deliberately long-winded attacks with a ton of power but not really anything in the way of finesse

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If the gunman was feeling lucky, he wouldn't get a chance to prove it. With a cry of pain he dropped the weapon, clutching at his hand from which a bat-shaped blade protruded. One of the other men had managed to scrabble to his feet just in time for something to land on him. Something huge, something swarming and snarling.

He was probably going to stay down this time.

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Charlie just blinked when the man suddenly dropped his gun, and it took a second for the batarang to register in her mind...a second where Batman(!) suddenly dropped out of the sky onto another of the thugs. Huh.

After a couple seconds of staring at him she managed to grin, if a bit weakly, and held up a hand to wave. Crapcrapcrap it was BATMAN he was so going to yell at her...

"Uhm. Hi?"

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Batman tossed her a set of handcuffs for the disarmed gunman while he manacled the man he had just trampled, wearing a disarmingly neutral expression.

"Either of the women injured before they took off?"

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Charlie snatched the handcuffs out of the air instinctively, but didn't move to cuff the man immediately, just sort of staring at Batman. After a few seconds her mind managed to catch up with the situation and she hurried over to the prone figure, kicking the gun away this time.

"I...they ran off fine? They didn't look hurt..." She said as she stood back up once the guy was cuffed. "And they were running pretty fast so they probably weren't."

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He moved to the third man - still out cold from her initial attack - and cuffs him too. Then he lifts them both into a seated position and props them back-to-back.

"You should have made certain, and disarmed the gunman before he had the opportunity to draw a bead on you," he chided as he frisked the unconscious men for further concealed weapons and identification. "Otherwise, good work."

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Wait. He wasn't mad at her? Other than the little comment but she got them so often from the Birds she was pretty much used to it. He wasn't going to yell at her or tell her to go home or that she had no place on the street?

Charlie suddenly couldn't decide if she was thrilled or disappointed. Wasn't telling off Batman a right of passage for would-be Bat-related vigilantes? Were they going to revoke her membership? Not that she could've actually done it, considering she was pretty much terrified of him.

Her brain did manage to get the rest of her body moving after a second or two though, and she grinned. "Uh. Thanks! I think I was just...really excited, ya know? First time I've been out in weeks and just, they were so easy." Ramble ramble.

That and Charlie's sense of self-preservation was kind of terrible. Magical Healing Factor did that to a girl.

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She was dealing with the man who went toe-to-toe with the God of Evil. A lack of self-preservation ran in the batfamily. It was the overeagerness that concerned him, although he seemed placated. It was the same exuberance that had gotten Dick out of a bad spot many times over when he was Robin.

"Easy until they put a bullet in you," he replied, hauling himself to his feet and leafing through the men's wallets and squinting at their driver's licences, "Even the lowest street perp shouldn't be underestimated. How are the sneezing fits?"