Working the Streets

[avengingkestrel]

Huntress watched from her vantage point on a nearby roof. She was in Bludhaven, and here without backup. These people were not her family and kin. Her family, outside of what was left in Italy, were all dead. And this was a way of life she despised

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[jeune_ecole]

Azrael had been watching this warehouse for days now. She had only arrived in Bludhaven a short while ago but this city was a sewer. Filled with filth, the dregs of human desperation and hurt.

And she was going to do something about it. She charged the building, relying on her enchanced musculature to handle the flimsy lock on the back door.

Scum like this didn't deserve to live among the few remaining decent people of Bludhaven.

The first muscleboy she ran into got punched in the gut hard enough for him to stagger backwards and then vent everything he'd eaten in the last twenty four. The second got twisted and slammed into a wall hard enough to break his nose and cheekbones, putting him down for the count with a raucous cry that gurgled to a strangled halt.

[avengingkestrel]

That sound got Huntress to turn her head. What the hell was going on? As far as she knew she was the only one working this.

She whirled around and saw the offender, "Hey!" She dodged, punched, dodged, "Excuse me!" that didn't sound nearly as polite as it should've as she leveled another blow on a thug, "What the hell," a duck to avoid a fist, "do you think you're doing?"

[jeune_ecole]

Azrael shot Huntress a look that should have, by rights, ignited the former Mafia princess. "Huntress." she said as she ducked and punched her way through a small knot of muscleboys. Nobody wanted to pull a firearm because the quarters were so tight but as the crowds thinned the boys at the back started to go for the iron.

[avengingkestrel]

Talk about feeling the love, "Well, someone knows my name. What's yours?!" she snapped putting an elbow in another guy's stomach as she heard safeties click.

Damn.

Her mood went from bad to worse.

[jeune_ecole]

The night air in Bludhaven was chill and somewhat clammy. Doubly so when you're a block away from a roaring warehouse fire, you have a headache that feels like Solomon Grundy was playing DDR on your face, bruised just about everywhere, and you were slumped against an alley wall, your costume in tatters, and a pressure bandage wrapped around your chest as both medical care and to preserve what's left of your modesty.

Also? The crossbow, quarrels, and what's left of your staff are also missing.

[avengingkestrel]

Returning to consciousness was like having a switch suddenly flipped on. Except nothing worked quite right. Her vision was doubled and her stomach turned. It was cold and she was done up like a bad imitation of a mummy.

And what was that glow...

She looked over. And then winced. "That's it. Batman is never allowed to call me unstable again."

She reached for her communicator hit the button and laid back against the building.

Head spinning, the only thing she could say is, "Huntress here. Need a little help...."

[redhood_robin]

Jason followed the comm signal, and landed next to Helena. Kneeling beside her, he started examining her closely. "Looks like you had a party and didn't invite me."

[avengingkestrel]

Helena looked up at him and tried to smirk. It was more like a wince, "Don't worry. The party tanked when the crasher showed up," she said. And damn did it ever hurt to move.

"You didn't miss much. Just some insane person with a flaming sword screaming about Vengeance for St. Dumas," might as well say it while she was still fully aware. Because she was very, very light headed right now.

"I'm in bad shape, aren't I?" she asked dryly.