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Post by Bixir on Dec 30, 2023 4:39:42 GMT
The man teetered back. His vision was a blur of spots, with flourishes of the black night between each blink. He swung, wide. His fist met air. Her fist met his skull. He fell to the ground. Her fist met his skull again. To anyone else, there was nothing left. She approached her opponent, squatting down beside him and placing an index and middle finger to the side of his neck. A pulse, faint. That was all that mattered. It was the only thing that could truly matter.
Batgirl scanned her surroundings. The man’s former victim was long gone now. The police had already been tipped. They would be along shortly. Batgirl retrieved a pair of zip ties from her utility belt. Hanging him from the street lamp would suffice. Once that was finished, the sharp twang of a grappling wire being fired cut through the night air. For thirty-seven seconds, Batgirl had been present on the corner of 7th and Miller.
Now, she was zipping through the Bowery. In a city like Gotham, there was always something going on for someone like her. This part of Gotham was by far the most consistent in its troubles, troubles that only her Family could solve. She wasn’t sure how much she still believed that, but it was one of the only beliefs she had. Many things had happened in recent years that had given her cause to reflect. How often did the rest of the Family dwell on these things? Was it ordinary, or extraordinary?
Cassandra Cain was more extraordinary than most of them. She knew this. They knew this. Was it something to be ashamed of? Proud? There was also the other family she had joined. There, she was ordinary. Should she in turn feel differently about that family? It was strange to be thinking about these things while carrying out His duties. Did He brood like this, too?
A smile curled underneath Batgirl’s mask. He almost certainly did.
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Post by notdomino on Dec 31, 2023 5:35:19 GMT
Gotham's new "hero" flew overhead, always watching. Tch. Hero? Some silly thing the Owls had put her up to. Whatever master plan they had in store was for the sake of taking control of Gotham. Now that, she was all for. She'd talk the talk, and walk the walk in public, but when it was time to go bat hunting... well. Tonight was the night, she'd fight the good fight. The girl's motorbike was quick, but it wasn't anything she could keep up with. Chandon also had the buildings as cover in this dark night. Of all the bat family, she was really hoping to rake in the big guy himself, but this would do. Trained eyes peered from afar. So she was headed toward the Bowery? A dive, and the Corvid would disappear in a dark alleyway. It took slitting a few throats, but she'd emerge her true self, Chandon St. Lyon, walking the streets. This was a crime infested part of town, and she was "just some rich girl" to most of these Gotham thugs. What better way to catch a bat, then to use herself as bait? Though she dove a few streets over, she had a rough idea of where Bat Girl was headed and hoped their paths would cross. Her heels clicked along the pavement, but they'd soon grow into a hurried cadence when she noticed a few guys trailing her. Didn't take to long now did it? She'd break out into full sprint, when she heard- "Hey wait!" What sane person would wait up for scary men to catch them? They weren't actually scary, she just needed to sell the idea. "Somebody please!" |
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Post by Bixir on Mar 6, 2024 21:30:56 GMT
Oracle’s technology was cutting edge. Between her vast surveillance network and the numerous modules installed in each of their uniforms, honing in on the plight of a single Gothamite was child’s play. In this, Cassandra was doubly prepared. She relied foremost on her trained senses to make out one voice among countless. It was one of the first things she learned under the League. Batgirl changed her course to the cry for help, her cape gliding effortlessly through the night sky. It did not take long for her to spot the girl in question, and the men who were coming after her. Targets sighted.
The men looked overhead, too little too late. Before they could even try to run, Batgirl was on them. She descended on them feet first, planting both of her feet into the chest of the larger of the two men. He was massive, at least six and a half feet tall, barrel-chested with arms thick as tree trunks. His chest resisted Batgirl’s attack at first, until it didn’t. Her feet pressed outward, then dug inward when physics kicked in. Inertia caught up quickly, launching the man clean down the block. He hardly let out a grunt; there was barely any time to register what had just happened. He did not get back up.
While she was still mid-air after launching the first thug, Batgirl spun herself like a top, moving her arms so fast they must have appeared a blur. The other man tried to bolt. He did not get far. Batgirl had retrieved a Batarang with her quick motions and launched it at his head. It… missed? Then Batgirl, tugged, and the razor-thin wire that the Batarang was attached to tugged sharply, wrapping itself around his neck. A single jerk, and he clotheslined on the rain-soaked pavement, bereft. In a smattering of seconds, the girl was safe.
Satisfactory.
Batgirl turned to regard the girl, watching, waiting. Was she alright? Now that she had a moment to dwell on civilian details, something was amiss. It was more than the understandable fear of being chased in the Bowery. She could not place it yet; whoever this girl was was not something she seemed keen on sharing. So Batgirl waited.
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Post by notdomino on Oct 30, 2024 4:15:39 GMT
Relief would come. Chandon would approach with a grateful smile and award winning tears of joy. "Thank you so much!" She'd ruffle through her purse, and take out some cash. "Is there any way I can repay you for helping me. Truly!" She'd clutch the hero's hand, in attempt to softly place the money in her hands. The flash of cash would likely bring in some more wandering eyes, but this was what the assassin wanted. "I know this probably doesn't mean much, but please. Let me help you the way you helped me."
Intel on these bats was far and few inbetween. Honestly getting information about villains was far easier. But this crow was no fool. A tiny clue could always lead to another. "I-I'm being too forward...but I need to get to this address. My names Chandon St.Lyon a city planner who has been working in historic preservation. I... I thought I could make it by myself but I clearly overestimated my toughness..." She'd backpedaled a step. She didn't want to overwhelm the girl! (She most certainly did...) While this was a ploy, the paper she pulled from her purse was legit Gotham business assigned by her cabinet mate. Presenting Cassandra with her work ordinance, there would be the signature of a familiar name. One related to Gotham's Falcone family. It was likely St. Lyon also was a familiar last name to Gotham's elite, but that wasn't the point. Despite Chandon saying she wanted to pay Batgirl back, it seemed she was still needing help. The address wasn't far, but this neighborhood wasn't fit for some rich girl...
She was quite literally asking something without asking. Could Batgirl get her to this address. It was the address of an old postal office. -Nothing too strange or out of the ordinary.
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Post by Bixir on Nov 2, 2024 0:10:21 GMT
Batgirl looked to the girl she had just saved, who was already invading her space. For a moment, she considered the possibility that this was a trap. It was a simple opportunity for a seeming civilian to get close to her while she was saving the so-called girl in distress. Her eyes went to the money, and her reaction, while similar to what it might have been, was more conciliatory. She pushed the money from her hands back towards Chandon's. There was no need to be paid for this. It was a common thing that happened when they stopped muggings, but she was still getting thrown off by the shows of gratitude. That had never been the case before this life.
Batgirl did not focus on the paper that was presented to her. Immediately, her cowl's interface scanned the details and translated them in her brain. They were related to the- "Falcone." She quickly whispered under her breath, repeating what had just entered her mind. "She" was not, but that connection would stick in Batgirl's mind. The address...
Batgirl hesitated. That part of the interface had been malfunctioning lately. Those were... words. Letters... the vigilante looked to Chandon St.Lyon-related-to-Falcone. She was ready to go- would Chandon be able to lead the way?
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Post by notdomino on Nov 17, 2024 18:52:31 GMT
It seemed this bat was game for her little trip. The walk wasn't far but it was understandable why she wanted a bat companion. With new construction sprouting up, the only way to this old post office was by cutting through alleyways. It was dark and rainy, but what else was new with Gotham. Chandon persevered, hoping her new friend hadn't lost interest already. There it was. A shabby building, but from an outside glance, it seemed to be standing tall. But what of the inside?
As if presenting some sort of trophy, Chandon-"Well this is it!" Despite her own underground antics, Chandon had a sincere passion for architectural design and historic preservation. She very well could have served the court solely as Corvid, but this? She did this because she wanted to.
Without further a do, the woman reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. "All we have to do...mmm Well, all I have to do is inspect the main support points of the building, and see if Gotham has something salvagable. Maybe we can turn this old place into something new without tearing it down. " Chandon explained with a smile. Turning back to the door, she'd try to unlock it at the knob with a twist, only for it to fall off completely. Not a good sign, but Chandon was showing herself to be alarmingly fearless. Walking right in and holding the door for Cass, she-"All you have to do is scope this place out and make sure no crazy murderers are in here while I get this done. Oughtta take 40 minutes to an hour tops!"
The space was surprisingly wide for such a skinny building. There was an upstairs leading to an office for management. Next to that staircase was the front desk, and behind that would presumably be where the most of the work got done. The power was out of course, leading Chandon to bring a flashlight out, as well as her notepad. There was a rustle and a thud. Another thud, but from upstairs. The woman flinched, but carried on. "Murderers upstairs, yeah?" Was that a joke? It was hard to tell, but she was so focused on what she was doing, she didn't even turn to Cassandra to show a giggling face. Her first point of interested was a support beam by the desk. While the walls looked like shit, the beam was well taken care of... -not a crack or blemish.
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Post by Bixir on Nov 19, 2024 8:40:59 GMT
Batgirl remained close by Chandon's side throughout their walk to this building. Batgirl was vigilant, naturally, but she never left her escort's side, either. She would not allow any more harm to come to this person. The Gotham Knights, as they were sometimes called, certainly seemed to live up to their reputation as this city's protectors. Batgirl also lived up to her reputation as a quiet sort. She didn't utter a word, along the way nor when they arrived at the building.
Architecture meant little and less to her. Chandon was clearly taking in a lot of information about this building and its purposes, both present and future. For Batgirl, the only details that did not pass through one ear and out the other were the tactical possibilities of who or what might be lurking within this place. How she may need to use this environment to her advantage to keep Chandon safe. That she had come out alone to such a place with such risks raised... questions, which she kept to herself.
Batgirl was onto the noises before even Chandon was. She didn't seem concerned enough to leave Chandon's side, however. She stared at Chandon, unclear whether she got the idea that she was joking or if she even cared. The girl's safety was paramount, and she was not about to endanger that by leaving her here by herself. If anything, this was a warning that the trouble would come to them. Whichever it was, Batgirl made herself scarce, quickly one with the shadows of this spacious area while keeping Chandon in her sights.
This young woman wanted to preserve buildings? What did that even mean?
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