Suspicions
Batwoman, like the man from whom she has taken the symbol, is a nocturnal beast. She doesn't, as a habit, go out by day; bats are creatures of the night, and Batwoman, too, prefers to be one.
But today, Kathy senses something in the air. Something is bothering her. She's antsy. So she grabbed Charlotte to head out a couple hours before sunset.
It's thickly overcast today, strangely so for this time of year, but it serves Batwoman's purposes. Limited light helps her stick to the shadows, particularly since sunset is coming soon.
She's questioning bringing Misfit along, however. She's not that skilled, after all. But she'll tolerate her until she proves she can't hack it.
Which will probably be any minute now.
She moves across the rooftops, looking for trouble. There's got to be trouble around here somewhere... her instincts are screaming that there's a problem somewhere in town.
But today, Kathy senses something in the air. Something is bothering her. She's antsy. So she grabbed Charlotte to head out a couple hours before sunset.
It's thickly overcast today, strangely so for this time of year, but it serves Batwoman's purposes. Limited light helps her stick to the shadows, particularly since sunset is coming soon.
She's questioning bringing Misfit along, however. She's not that skilled, after all. But she'll tolerate her until she proves she can't hack it.
Which will probably be any minute now.
She moves across the rooftops, looking for trouble. There's got to be trouble around here somewhere... her instincts are screaming that there's a problem somewhere in town.