"But truly, I do not mind being naked," Kory explains earnestly to the man from the Silver Fox ad agency. "You are already looking at my breasts, and I would be happy to show them to you. But the sunglasses must stay on." Donna had suggested the sunglasses as a shield for her eyes. What strange customs these humans have! she thinks. My eyes ( Read more... )

It's Sunday evening. The Manhattan sky is turning a fleecy pink with a promise of snowfall before the night's out. Robin is the last of the Titans to leave the Tower as usual -- school the next morning, and all. He lingers in the living quarters, eking out his time to the last possible moment. There's another reason he's dawdling, why he always ( Read more... )

She's taken up residence in an unoccupied apartment in mid-town. After all, no one expects a girl to come into a place 50 stories up through the window. She's sure He knows where she is somehow, but she's just thankful he's seen fit to leave her alone for now. she can take care of herself, after all ( Read more... )

Gotham City. Even at high noon there is something dark and forboding about the place, as if the narrowest shadows are still capable of hiding dreadful things ( Read more... )

Wayne Tower. A South Gotham landmark. Also a favored meeting spot for the city's Caped Crusader and his apprentices. The Dark Knight is not here at the moment--Batgirl's pretty sure he isn't, anyway, but she's learned not to assume where the Batman is concerned--but his apprentices are. Tonight, Wayne Tower is as much classroom as landmark ( Read more... )

Catwoman could not tell you when the idea first fully occured to her. She /could/ tell you when the sparkle of the idea occured to her. She had stolen a Maserati to try to get the hell out of Gotham as fast as she could possibly manage. (Oh, that car purred like a big hunting cat. It still makes her shiver a little in remembrance.) It was fast ( Read more... )

The three men representing three generations stand before the sleek blackness of the Batmobile: grandfatherly and loyal servant, brooding master of the house, erstwhile young ward. The middle and largest of the three is, in his nighttime guise, impervious to fear ( Read more... )

He hates charity galas. Even police fundraisers. It's all for a good cause, sure. But he hates the rich crowd with a passion, hates their company, hates their attitudes ( Read more... )

Gotham City. 9 years ago ( Read more... )

He's fast. Wish I had my--ha! Dead end, scumbag! Batgirl smiles, the sight of her prey staring stupidly at the blind-end alley giving her the second wind she needs to catch up to him ( Read more... )