we're all young and naive still

[futurebatwoman]

WHO: Max as Batwoman and YOU
WHERE: City streets.
WHEN: January 3rd-10th
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Max patrols. Possibly she runs into people! All kinds of people. Possibly people she's been avoiding, or people she's technically supposed to meet.
FORMAT: Para, then up to you.

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[futurebatwoman]

She may not be avoiding capes anymore, but that doesn’t mean she’s not staying hyper aware of her surroundings and anyone in them. So she spots her tail pretty soon and stops, turning to look at him. There doesn’t seem to be any point in pretending she hasn’t noticed him, so instead she works her way across the roofs back to him.

“Hello,” she says pleasantly enough, looking up. “Nice night to be out.”

[futurebatwoman]

"Cold's never bothered me much," Max says. Aggro? It didn't sound familiar. "Besides, I've got good insulation."

Ah. And that was why he'd been watching her. Amazing how much attention one symbol could attract in a town. "I've met Cass. I'm Batwoman." She says it firmly, and then adds with a smile, "The second one."

[futurebatwoman]

"Exactly," Max says with a laugh. "Fancy suits and all."

She shrugs, a little apologetic. The secret identity thing does feel kind of weird sometimes, but it's important. "Sorry, codenames are - sort of important to Bats. Gotham rogues are a nasty bunch. But it's nice to meet you."

[futurebatwoman]

"People who go around beating other people up at night do generally need some secrecy, I guess." She sounds amused. "Any particular reason you were following me, aside from the Bat on my chest?"

She sort of doubts it, but it's worth asking just in case.

[futurebatwoman]

"Fair enough," Max says. "So which side do you fall on? Angels, I'm guessing, if you know Cass."

No wonder Dick's set on knowing whether she can represent them well or not.

[futurebatwoman]

"Sounds like a reasonable definition of good guy to me," Max says with a laugh. "Always nice to know there's more out there."

Well, so long as the definition of people who deserve it was a reasonable one. This guy seemed all right, though, and Max was going to go with her instincts on this.

[futurebatwoman]

"Something I've become aware of," she says with a wry smile. "Makes it feel almost like home."

For a bulky guy with a turtle shell (and she's not even going to ask about that), he moves quietly. She would lift an eyebrow, but the mask makes doing that a bit useless. "A little over a month. Not that long, yeah."

[futurebatwoman]

"A lot of people seem to have been here a long time," Max says thoughtfully. "I can't say that I like the idea of staying here that long."

It's been good for her, in some ways. Most of the time she can even pretend she's back home. But she'd like to be Batwoman back home, in Gotham, protecting streets and people that are actually hers.

"I guess I have fallen into place pretty quickly," she admits. "Sometimes it almost feels normal." Never when she's flying though. That will never get old.