still, I'm heading them off
Who: under_thehood and proxysearch.
When: Saturday, October 15th, late evening into early night.
Where: Sector 9, in an abandoned warehouse.
Summary: Re-l and Jason are investigating the same meeting. Unfortunately, they both have very different ways of dealing with the problem at hand.
Warnings: Language, violence.
Over a week since Batman had died. Time flies when you're hunting down criminals and locking them up. For her, it'd just been one problem after another, but she couldn't complain. Life moved on, even with Bruce gone. His absence was felt, no matter who tried to deny it, and she couldn't lie and say she didn't feel it too. The office was empty without him. She'd run out of excuses for him to be on "errands". At this point, the higher-ups didn't care. Soon, it'd be obvious that he had disappeared. She just had to accept it and move on, just like everyone else had.
But that wasn't the problem. The issue was that Batman was gone. Months ago, before he had entered Siren's Port, no one had really taken the reins on crime in the city. No one had fought it as much as he had. Sure, she'd done her part in the office and on the streets, but she couldn't get into places like he could. She couldn't strike terror in people's hearts. That wasn't who she was. But with him missing and things starting to settle like before, someone had to step in. She couldn't trust his people - his "Robins" - to do the work. She had to do it herself, and without a cape or a costume.
Slade had been teaching her well, even if only for a few lessons already. Her budding powers, coupled with his teachings (and what few lessons Bruce gave her), allowed her to have better muscle control and understanding of what she needed to do, how to act, how to move, how to watch. When she received word that there was going to be a talk among several prominent drug dealers one night, she decided it was time to test herself and see what she could do. At the very least, she could remember their faces and their names. She could have them arrested less than twelve hours after their little get together. But hopefully, she could get one of them and make him spill everything to her.
She sneaked in through one of the windows and shut it silently, moving down onto the catwalk above the meeting to listen in on them. She didn't make a sound as she found a place out of sight and reach so she could record what she could with a small audio device she hid in her belt. The all-black attire she'd taken to wearing at night came in handy again, allowing her to stick to the shadows. No names were spoken yet, but she had time. They'd give her a tip-off eventually.
When: Saturday, October 15th, late evening into early night.
Where: Sector 9, in an abandoned warehouse.
Summary: Re-l and Jason are investigating the same meeting. Unfortunately, they both have very different ways of dealing with the problem at hand.
Warnings: Language, violence.
Over a week since Batman had died. Time flies when you're hunting down criminals and locking them up. For her, it'd just been one problem after another, but she couldn't complain. Life moved on, even with Bruce gone. His absence was felt, no matter who tried to deny it, and she couldn't lie and say she didn't feel it too. The office was empty without him. She'd run out of excuses for him to be on "errands". At this point, the higher-ups didn't care. Soon, it'd be obvious that he had disappeared. She just had to accept it and move on, just like everyone else had.
But that wasn't the problem. The issue was that Batman was gone. Months ago, before he had entered Siren's Port, no one had really taken the reins on crime in the city. No one had fought it as much as he had. Sure, she'd done her part in the office and on the streets, but she couldn't get into places like he could. She couldn't strike terror in people's hearts. That wasn't who she was. But with him missing and things starting to settle like before, someone had to step in. She couldn't trust his people - his "Robins" - to do the work. She had to do it herself, and without a cape or a costume.
Slade had been teaching her well, even if only for a few lessons already. Her budding powers, coupled with his teachings (and what few lessons Bruce gave her), allowed her to have better muscle control and understanding of what she needed to do, how to act, how to move, how to watch. When she received word that there was going to be a talk among several prominent drug dealers one night, she decided it was time to test herself and see what she could do. At the very least, she could remember their faces and their names. She could have them arrested less than twelve hours after their little get together. But hopefully, she could get one of them and make him spill everything to her.
She sneaked in through one of the windows and shut it silently, moving down onto the catwalk above the meeting to listen in on them. She didn't make a sound as she found a place out of sight and reach so she could record what she could with a small audio device she hid in her belt. The all-black attire she'd taken to wearing at night came in handy again, allowing her to stick to the shadows. No names were spoken yet, but she had time. They'd give her a tip-off eventually.