Bats and Cats

June 12, 2018:

Batwoman is out on patrol when she encounters a particular feline.

Gotham City - East End

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NPCs: None.

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Mood Music: Within Temptation - What Have You Done


Fade In…

*

The past few nights have been rather productive for Batwoman, as she's been working her way through a gang of miscreants that have been terrorizing the recent influx of immigrants to the city. Which is why she's moving nimbly across the rooftops, cape flowing behind her as she parkours her way along. At one ledge, she pauses, taking a quick survey of the block to make sure she didn't pass up her eventual destination…

*

For once, Catwoman is not atop a roof just yet. Instead, she's been down below, on the streets, in the alleys, rooting out a few of the things she's been on the hunt for around East End. Some drugs, some guns, some sexual predators. Mice to the cat. Vermin to be dealt with, shown the door in no uncertain terms and told this is not the place for them.

There were a few who saw an opportunity, a chance to score some street cred if they could take out Catwoman. They failed and she barely had to break a sweat. Someone had the nerve to ask why she wasn't off stealing something. He didn't get an answer before his weapon, a pipe, was removed from his hand courtesy of her whip, before he was literally kicked out.

Now, a motorcycle zips down a poorly lit street, every other lamp lit, if that. A woman rides it, clad in a black catsuit.

*

Batwoman looks down, noticing the motorcycle, and its rider. She hmmms a bit to herself and, though curiosity is more for cats than bats, leaps off the building. Her cape unfurls and goes rigid, transforming into a glider as she soars along after Catwoman. After all, she does seem to be going the same direction anyway, so…

Besides, she's heard a lot of different things about the Cat, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to discover more about her, one way or another.

*

It's night, so there's no danger of a bat-like shadow being cast over the street thanks to the sun. It gives Batwoman the opportunity to close the gap, so long as her speed keeps up with the motorcycle's pace. Catwoman isn't going too fast, even obeying all traffic laws, leading to her pausing at a red light before she looks side to side. She's not wearing a helmet, though.

*

Thankfully, since Catwoman isn't gunning it, Batwoman's gliding is quick enough to at least keep pace. Particularly since she's obeying traffic laws… always nice when one doesn't have a Batjet handy. Though Batwoman does whisper something into her cowl, subvocalizing a command for future reference as she keeps trailing from above.

*

When the light turns green, Catwoman makes a right-hand turn to go down a side street. Then at the next intersection, she goes right again, taking her back in the direction from which she came. Finally, she cuts down an alley where the engine is cut, the lights turned off. Was it just her intended destination, or did she figure something out? Whatever the case, if Batwoman's gliding is good enough to keep her going, she might not even know where the catburglar's gone. In the alleys, it's darker. It's also more dangerous when there are fewer eyes.

*

Batwoman lands in the shadows of the alley, diving down into a crouch as her cape goes slack, pooling around her to help cloak her in darkness. She hrms and taps her cowl, the visor switching to low-light vision as she looks around, moving cautiously towards where the cycle is parked.

*

"Following someone?" comes a voice from a couple stories up.

Look above, and Batwoman might just spot Catwoman, crouched on one of the catwalks of a fire escape ladder.

"You're not Batman, unless you suddenly had a sex change, and he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to just go out and do that." She makes a show of tapping her chin in thought, then snaps claw-tipped fingers. "That must make you Batwoman."

*

Batwoman smiles wryly, "At least you didn't call me Batgirl. Not sure how she tolerated that, to be honest." She glances up towards Catwoman, head tilting a bit, "Curiosity is really more your thing, but I hadn't seen you before, so I thought I'd follow along. Hope you don't mind." She grins a little, "Since the only other thing I was doing tonight was taking out a gang of skinheads."

*

Catwoman's already met the one who would be Batgirl, or at least one who would be, but she isn't about to divulge that information for free. Why should she? "You'd think," she remarks to the comment about curiosity, a slight rolling of the shoulders to indicate a shrug. "And you don't look like a girl, so why would you call yourself one?"

She doesn't move from her spot, doesn't stray, and what little illumination there is in here is mostly swallowed up by the dark colors of her outfit, though the hint of a shine can be made out. It's certainly what one would expect to see her in based on what's been said. "Gutters getting crowded, then?"

*

Batwoman nods slightly, "You could say that. There's been an uptick of their activity lately, preying on the local immigrants. Was going to hit their headquarters tonight." There's a distant revving in the distance, followed by the sight of a very stylish Bat-cycle pulling up sans rider, idling next to Batwoman as it apparently homed in on a signal she had.

Batwoman then gets on the motorcycle, looking back up at Catwoman with a wry expression, "Much as I'd love to stay and chat, I'm afraid those cretins won't wait all night for me to punch them, so…" She grins, tapping her cowl with her finger as she apparently is adjusting some sort of setting there.

*

There's a slight thinning of Catwoman's mouth as the other motorcycle comes rolling up all on its own. She might have to invest in technology like that. No doubt she can guess how Batwoman gained access to it. "Before you do, how tight are you with Batman?" she wonders, avoiding letting on anything further beyond the simple question. In fact, it comes in lieu of any further reaction having to do with the woman's plans.

*

Batwoman glances up, "Well, obviously I'm a fan, and he gave me a pass since, well…" She grins a little wryly, and makes a gesture to the bat she wears herself, "But we don't do regular Sunday brunches and he's not exactly my type."

She tilts her head towards Catwoman, holding off on driving away just yet as she waits for a response to her answer, still wearing that crooked little grin.

*

"And what /is/ your type?" Catwoman wonders, since the comment is left hanging there. She's already sniffed once at the mention of being a fan of the Bat, to the point of dressing in a similar style, leaving her to shake her head briefly at that. "Cats are better anyway," she huffed for moment.

*

Batwoman chuckles, "Oh, I am very much a cat person, but if I called myself Catwoman, you'd probably throw a horde of lawyers at me." She grins, definitely not quite like the Batman in some areas… mainly because she actually acts a bit… relaxed?

Then she continues, "My type, well, it's pretty specific, I seem to have an attraction to trouble. Sure it'll get me into trouble someday." She's being a bit coy about it, but she does give Catwoman a bit of an odd look at that.

*

Catwoman arches a brow behind the lenses she wears over her eyes. "Is that so," she remarks, shaking her head. "I try to stay away from things that need lawyers. They're so boring and stuffy." She shakes her head at the answers, reaching up to adjust the way her cowl sits atop her head, fingers passing over the pair of ears built in.

"Part of me is tempted to go see if you need a hand. The other part of me just feels like being lazy tonight," she explains.

*

Batwoman actually laughs at that, "I'd expect nothing less from a feline. Well, I wouldn't mind the company, but I won't judge you either way." She smiles wryly, "Their headquarters is on Louise and Skyler, abandoned Chinese restaurant that's been out of business for a while. Irony, I guess… I'm sure I'll see you around, though." With that, she revs the motorcycle engine to life, taking off down the alley at a fairly sedate pace. No need to gun it, since the address isn't far, and the mooks aren't really going anywhere.

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