In Lady Blackhawk's Hanger

[l33t_winged_bat]

She throws down her headphones in disgust and runs a hand through tangled red hair. How dare they shut down the coms! Do they not remember how long they've been working on this bust? The smog levels are rising more and more by the moment and they're worrying her. Sure, smog is smog, but her detector also watches for particulates that could be

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[nation_extras]

Before a taxi pulls over, a large man steps from the alley beside her, dressed in overalls, with a wooden hammer hanging from one pant leg. Right behind him comes another man, this one dressed as a walrus, complete with an oversized mask covering his head.

"The time has come!" the walrus declares.

And both move towards Barbara menacingly.

[l33t_winged_bat]

You have to be kidding! "You really do not want to do this, gentleman." Escrima sticks slide down her wrists into the palms of her hands.

[nation_extras]

"The master wants oysters!" the carpenter tells her. "Is she an Alice?"

"She might be," the walrus replies. "Take her!"

The walrus moves to grab the handles on the back of the wheelchair, while the carpenter goes for her arms.

[l33t_winged_bat]

"Alice?" Oh, great. Hatter. "Nope -" she says, lashing out for both of their heads with a stick in each hand. "Just another prepared citizen of Gotham!"

[wannabebatgirl]

Misfit's healing factor was nigh instantaneous if she was 'bouncing' enough, which was just as well. There was something...off about the air, and she couldn't place it aside from just making it seem like Gotham was particularly polluted. Batwoman had sent her home. And she went there. For the time being.

She was back on the streets, fully intent on continuing to fight crime even if Batwoman didn't want her to. Misfit wanted to be a hero, and sometimes that meant going against what she was told, for the sake of protecting people.

Even heroes got hungry, however, so she paused to pull out one of the sandwiches she'd prepared for herself.

[nation_extras]

Two men approach her, one wearing a lion costume and the other wearing a unicorn costume.

"Look! It's an Alice," the lion declares.

"If we bring her to the Master, he might give one of us a crown!" the unicorn replies.

"Let's go, Alice," the lion tells her.

[wannabebatgirl]

"Okay, like...no way, weirdos. Not ever in your lives," she said. "I'd suggest backing off before I unload some dark vengeance on you for having such completely uncool costumes!"

She got into a fighting stance and prepared to fight.

[nation_extras]

The unicorn lunges for her, while the lion moves behind her.

J.D.

[jd_clownin]

J.D. was still skipping through Gotham. Sure, the welcome wasn't warm, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. A girl in a puffy Alice-Lolita style dress in bright colors and clunky shoes and face paint should be a welcome sight.

To some of the children, she was. Most of the adults though...

It hurt her. A city without much hope. Without laughter. A place like that was hardly a city at all.

Re: J.D.

[nation_extras]

Two large round men, dressed in identical striped shirts and beanie caps, hop out in front of her, forming a wall.

They eye her suspiciously.

Re: J.D.

[jd_clownin]

"Hey. Oooh! I know you. You're Tweedle-Dee," she said pointing to the one right, "And you're Tweedle-Dum." She paused, frowning, "Or is it the other way around?"

Re: J.D.

[nation_extras]

They glance at each other.

"It can work either way," one admits.

"Which means it can't."

"Because it's flexible, and it's not."

"That's logic."

They shuffle towards her.

"You should come with us to meet the Queen."

"She wants to meet Alices."

"You're an Alice."

"That's manners."