Ms. Harper Row Bluebird Esquire the Fail Third

March 21, 2016:

Bluebird has a run of bad look.

Gotham

Characters

NPCs: A group of thugs

Mentions: Batman

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Gotham. He still hates coming to Gotham, but it's a better location for him to get certain business done than other locales…mostly because of its reputation and loads of abandoned warehouses and docks. It's at one of these warehouses where a certain deal is going down and Red Hood made sure that there were no cameras nearby for certain Bat-folk to hack. He knows their tricks (or their former tricks) and does his best to make sure that he's not bothered.

It's really the problem with Gotham — forget getting caught by the cops, he's more worried about having to deal with a Bat.

But then again, that's also part of the allure of Gotham. There's always a chance that he might run across one of them and his trigger-finger is just itching for that moment.


Harper was out doing what Harper does! Which was, riding along the fairways of Gotham, kicking ass and taking names.

Not really. The night was slow and there was really nothing for her to do. Aside from stopping a random pick pocket and cruising jewelry shops to make sure everything was alright, it was shaping up to be an up-and-up night. No crime, imagine that. Gotham was finally asleep.

But that doesn't stop Bluebird, aka Harper Row.. or Harper Row, aka Bluebird from checking out the local warehouses. And that was only because some of them were unwatched and not guarded. Heck, she could actually finally take a break and eat the sandwich that her little brother so lovingly packed for her with a sly word or.. calling her a 'homo' once she opens the wrapper.

(Cullen usually carves it out in the bread, that kid is hilarious!)

But what are the chances that she'd creep upon the warehouse that has a deal going down? 100. The Bat folks have uncanny luck. Or.. uncanny bad-luck.


Red Hood doesn't know everyone who has joined the 'team' of late, so he's really only expecting one of the 'big three' to show, if any of them do. He wasn't expecting someone named Bluebird, so her arrival isn't immediately noticed. Instead, he's focused on the deal. It's just some weapons being bought…he knows better than to do too much here, but weapons trading seems to be safe enough.

The Bats don't like guns so he's getting them out of the way, right?


It would be fairly obvious that Bluebird had joined the team. She has.. well, a blue emblem on her MK-V armor which highlights a symbol somewhat like the Bats but it was obviously his creation. Not the gloves though. Or the boots. Or the leather pants nor the leather jacket. And the hair, would he even let his proteges have weird hair like hers? Probably not. Even her freshly done Marilyn Monroe piercings within her cheek may cause one to think twice, but the dimpled teenager was definitely, one of his crew.

So, weapons were being bought. Okay. Harper could rain on their parade. There were a few ways she could play this.. but. No time. Curfew was almost up for Cullen and she was sure he'd be out past his designated time. It wasn't even spring break yet!

So instead of crouching behind an oil keg.. she just kicks it right over.. spilling fire and tinder everywhere.

"Her Jerkfaces! Don't you know that you should never play with guns?"

She pauses a little, then frowns.

"Man. I gotta come up with better openers.."


Those selling the guns quickly pull out their pieces when the oil drum is knocked over b ut Red Hood grabs a fire extinguisher and goes to put the fire out. "Are you insane?" is asked of the girl, even as guns are aimed her way, "This dock is still mostly wood. Are you trying to burn half of Gotham?"

Maybe not half, but a chunk.

His helmeted head lifts to look at the girl and eyes behind the mask narrow, "Huh. Go home, girlie. This isn't anything you want to get involved in. Go home now and you won't be going home in pieces."


So what? She was at least going to pull a Crow and draw her symbol into the fire before she runs away, right? But her plan was foiled, her hands immediately drawing up.. taking that one step back with an all too obvious pout that crosses her lips.

"Aww.." She grins a little, mask stretching just a touch upon her face. "You know, if I heard that like.. as many times as I confront a bunch of dudes with guns, I totally wouldn't be in this superhero business." She frowns a little. "Actually, it's the vigilante business. But really, who's keeping track." Her fingers press against her gloves as two glocks shoot from her sleeve, and with a quick snatch and catch, she immediately begins to fire ducking and strafing back as quick as she could to get out of the line of sight.

Editors Note: You see. Harper LOVES guns! So much that she breaks them apart and outfits them with pellets that house electrical currents as soon as the needle-sharp prongs catches onto a persons skin. Thankfully, Harper's not going to run too far, she needs to stay close to 'detonate'.


A Gotham vigilante with guns? Red Hood is shocked to the point that he almost gets hit by one of the electrical pellets. Ducking around a corner, he watches as one of the others gets hit and thusly shocked. Interesting.

With the Fire Extinguisher tossed aside, he pulls his own guns…outfitted with actual bullets. "All right, chickie, don't say I didn't warn you."

He gives a nod to the others and lets them open fire. The thing is, they're not the best shots.

He, however, holds his shot, waiting to see what this Bat-like one plans to do.


It seems to be a daily thing that Harper almost bites off more than she could chew. Oh well, right?

The bullets pack a punch, well the ones that hit her back as she finishes her hide and slide, her hand pressed against her back as she hisses a bit with the pain. She was going to have to repair that. Batman would be so mad!

NOT.

She waits.. patient, unassing the clips from her guns, shoving more into the barrel, tucking them into her waistband as she digs through her many pouches. She wanted to at least label them so she could get a feel but naturally it was advised against. A few pellets were retrieved from the pouches, and soon tossed into the fray once she hears a lull in gunfire.

*PSHHHHHHHHHH!*

Smoke effectively draws from the capsuls, thick and caustic.. and.. too much. So much that even she starts coughing and fanning a bit as the metal rod upon her hip is retrieved. "God.. damm..it.." She mutters to herself, ducking into the smoke to start swinging towards the gunhands of the men that were a bit too close.


It seems to be a daily thing that Harper almost bites off more than she could chew. Oh well, right?

The bullets pack a punch, well the ones that hit her back as she finishes her hide and slide, her hand pressed against her back as she hisses a bit with the pain. She was going to have to repair that. Batman would be so mad!

NOT.

She waits.. patient, unassing the clips from her guns, shoving more into the barrel, tucking them into her waistband as she digs through her many pouches. She wanted to at least label them so she could get a feel but naturally it was advised against. A few pellets were retrieved from the pouches, and soon tossed into the fray once she hears a lull in gunfire.

*PSHHHHHHHHHH!*

Smoke effectively draws from the capsuls, thick and caustic.. and.. too much. So much that even she starts coughing and fanning a bit as the metal rod upon her hip is retrieved. "God.. damm..it.." She mutters to herself, ducking into the smoke to start swinging towards the gunhands of the men that were a bit too close.


This sort of move -was- expected, so while those trading with Hood are left coughing and sputtering in the smoke, Red Hood himself has turned on the ventilator in his helmet and is quickly stashing the goods. Let them keep the money should any of them survive, he's not terribly concerned about that.

Once the weapons are stashed, he returns to the fight, watching as the girl swings at the hired guns. She has potential, that one, but not as trained.

"You have energy, I'll give you that," Red Hood circles around the smoky area, still keeping an eye on the swinging Harper. "You're in over your head though. No one will think badly of you if you back out of this."


Harper was a little bit slow on the uptake, her own ventilator shutting on but it was a bit too late. Some of the smoke had already gotten into her lungs, and she was coughing and hacking, attempting to get some good clean air into her lungs. But with the bad-guys fingers all mussed up, she adds a few kicks in places that can't be mentioned, the little scrapper going toe to toe in the smoke, the men growling and even snapping fists at their own until.. well.. Harper was left at the side, bar raised, a cool wind blowing the mist away to reveal them aching and rolling upon the ground.

"HAH!"

Though, rod was soon placed back onto her hip as she gives a look and a threatening point towards Hood. "In over my head my sweet little booty!" She frowns a little, then just shakes her head.. that was.. bad. "Whatever dude, un-ass that bag or I'm going to kick your scrawny little butt."


Red Hood smiles under his helmet and crosses his arms at his chest, looking nothing more than bemused. "So you kicked the asses of a couple of thugs. Do you expect a medal or something? Doesn't every kid who grows up in Gotham get that as part of their Public Education?"

He's not moving either forward or back away from Bluebird, but a hand is on one of his guns, Just in case.

"So now what? Do you think you're going to somehow haul me in? For…breaking and entering into a warehouse? Isn't that a misdemeanor at most here?"


His words actually cause Harper to stop, a slight frown crossing her face as.. well, she just stands there and stares. "You know, I really don't like you." That was pretty much all she wrote. While she could reach for her guns, she goes right for that metal rod. It wasn't anything special really, something she's picked up at least two weeks ago messing around inside of Arkham. She doesn't even approach at a run, she casually walks, drawing her hand back and..

WHOOPS!

Or not. She launches it clean at his mask. It was a hard through too, underhanded as it was.


Red Hood wasn't going to move, even when she approached him and raised the metal rod. He wasn't expecting her to lob it at him, however, and it clangs off of his helmet.

That probably hurt.

Taking a step back to balance, Red Hood's smile disappears under the mask…not that anyone would know.

"You're really lucky you're not one of the ones I want to kill."

The gun is pulled out and aimed, just a moment at her. But then he pulls back his own hand to pistol-whip her upside the head.


HAH! Harper hit him! She was gearing up to throw a little punch or two, shoving her hands into the back of her pockets to break out some bone-breaking brass knuckles. They were small and fit right upon her fingers, keyed to the symbol of the bats. Though.. she balk quietly, he wanted to kill one of them? Who..? Well, it was something to mention to the Bats. She damn sure was going to make it out alive to tell this tale. You could bet your bottom dol—..

*THWAP!*

Too much internal monologuing. She missed the chance to actually duck out of the way.. or was he just that goddamned fast. Either way, she didn't see it, and he cracked the best part where her mask didn't balance nor block the blow, and she was out-cold.

Bluebird, aka Fail Harper. Or.. Fail Harper, aka Bluebird.

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