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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 15, 2015 12:55:59 GMT -6
One of her favorite stops on tour was always in Metropolis. Dinah may have been born in Gotham City, but she always felt too bright to live in such a gloomy city. Metropolis was more her speed. And the concert earlier in the night had given her all sorts of energy. The roar of the crowd, the energy of the fans, it was always something that just made her feel alive. She felt like she could do anything up on that stage. And after everything was packed up and shut down, ready to head off to the next tour stop, she was still practically vibrating with energy. So she figured a little night time patrol wouldn't be out of order. She didn't exactly party like a rockstar. No, this was how she got her high now. Jumping onto the next roof and rolling through to her feet, Dinah came to a stop at the edge and peered out into the night, taking a deep breath.
"And how are you doing tonight, Metropolis?" She grinned, hearing the tell tale sirens off in the distance. She pulled back from the edge a few steps for a running start before taking a flying leap off the roof and firing her grapnel. She did so love going on tour, loved seeing different cities and exploring them the way only a hero could. Tonight was going to be very fun.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 15, 2015 22:14:23 GMT -6
STAR Labs Metropolis. One of the most advanced research facilities in the country and the scene of Owen's next heist. The Red Hood was still reeling from the events of his last heist. The heist had been crashed by Killer Frost, Nightwing and a partridge in a pear tree. Owen decided to leave Gotham briefly and go across state lines to see about some tech.
STAR had some pretty valuable things that Owen could liquidate on the black market and get some quick cash. He didn't like the plan, but it would help him recoup some of his losses and then some. He'd scoped the building out several days in advance and managed to get a floor plan. Owen had bypassed the locks and the alarm and was inside.
Red Hood opened the door to their special projects division. This would be where all the high end stuff would be. He had a list of things that he was going to acquire. An industrial laser, a cooling device based on Mr. Freeze's tech, a couple of high end processors. He'd sell two or three and maybe keep one or two for his own computer. Owen grinned beneath the helmet. He was a kid in the best kind of candy store. This night was already going well.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 16, 2015 11:59:08 GMT -6
Running across the roof tops, Nightwing headed toward the lights and sirens, trying to find any media reports on what was going on. Ah, industrial fire. Nothing too big, she thought. She was headed that way when a text began to scroll at the bottom of her lenses. Silent alarm triggered: STAR LABS. Silent alarm triggered: STAR LABS. Silent alarm triggered: STAR LABS. Nightwing grinned and pivoted mid stride, changing course for STAR Labs. Even before she landed on the roof, she could see the skylight was open. Crouching, she inspected it, noticing the wire for the alarm was cut and the lock looked like it had been busted. She peered down into the hallway below, looking to see if whoever did this had just arrived. No dice.
"Floor plan, STAR Labs Metropolis division." she whispered quietly, slipping inside and dropping silently to the floor as it loaded. She looked around, seeing the blue prints laid over the structure, showing her rooms and what they were labeled as. Now, if I were a bad guy, and I was breaking into STAR, where would I go? Nightwing looked at each of the doors, their names jumping out with little electronic markers. Down at the end of the hall, one name popped up that caught her attention: Special Projects. Well, I'd definitely go there and see what kind of sh*t the science geeks made up.
Stalking down the hall, Nightwing pressed herself against the wall next to the ajar door, and blinked, switching to infrared to see how many guys she'd be dealing with today. Huh, just one. She pulled out a few batarangs, set them to flash and tossed them inside through the opening, waited a few seconds then shoved the door open, sending a few more his way, trying to herd him away from any potentially lethal projects that were in the lab. She didn't want to find out from personal experience what they were cooking up in here.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 16, 2015 13:39:06 GMT -6
There was a moment to take everything in and then Owen was moving around. He grabbed a couple of the processors and slipped them into his bag in their cases. He stared at the industrial laser for a minute. That would be a nice addition to his arsenal. This was shaping up to be a great day. He'd taken time to see a concert earlier, just because and now he was pulling off the score of his life. The down side was that he had something poppy stuck in his head.
"The haters gonna hate hate hate hate..." He sang softly, while throwing things in his bag. That wasn't leaving his brain anytime soon. He picked up the laser and held it. It was a nice looking toy. About the size of one of Mr. Freeze's guns. This thing could cut through steel like a hot knife through butter. He was definitely keeping it.
"My ex man brought his new girl friend and I'm like Oh, my God..." And then some batarangs came through the door and lit up his world. Literally. He was glad the lenses in his mask adapted fast enough. The sound was a bit disorienting, but at least there was only a moment of blindness. He felt the first batarang nail him in the shoulder and he dropped behind a counter. It was definitely a bat of some kind. That was fine. "I'm just gonna shake it off. Shake it off." Owen stood up and fired the laser a few times in Dinah's direction.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 17, 2015 0:44:05 GMT -6
For a moment, Nightwing wasn't sure she heard right before she tossed in the batarangs. Had he been singing Taylor Swift? As she came through the door, she had NOT expected to see the Red Hood of all people standing there. Of course, part of the problem was he was still standing after her little barrage. That stupid helmet needed to go. He dropped behind a lab table out of sight and she readied a few more batarangs to throw at him when he popped up. Of course he had found himself a f*cking laser. Of course.
"Ohsh*it!" Nightwing uttered as she tossed the few she had in her hand at him and the wall behind him before diving forward into roll. She was going to need more than lab tables for cover. She set off some of the batarangs she'd thrown at him, before tossing a few smoke bombs to cloud the room. Then she tossed a few more randomly throughout the room, seeing the blue prints in her lenses. She ducked behind another lab table and switched on one of the batarangs as a speaker, somewhere behind him.
"Taylor Swift? Seriously? You look more like the heavy metal type but whatever. She's catchy."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 17, 2015 1:54:44 GMT -6
As the room filled with smoke, Owen had a chance to process what he saw. It was Nightwing. He was fairly sure that bats stuck to Gotham. Their last encounter had cost him a lot of money. Why in God's name was she here? "Seriously, Bat-chick. You and I have got to stop meeting like this. If you won't stay in Gotham, stop stalking me. We're going to end up in the gossip rags." He fired a few blind shots from the laser. He was starting to like this thing. When this was over, he thought he might just keep it for himself.
The domino mask switched to infrared and he could see her through the smoke. He had similar tools to hers, he imagined. No one in their right mind would use smoke unless they could see through it. "I was listening to the radio. It got stuck. It's catchy. It seems like it would be more your style, anyway." He tossed a couple incendiary and a couple exploding batarangs over the table in an attempt to flush her out, so he could shoot her some more.
"Listen, babe. This isn't personal. This is business. You cost me a lot of money on that other job. What's say, you let me go, I let you go, we walk away and get coffee sometime? You're kind of cute when you're not trying to beat me."
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 17, 2015 12:48:47 GMT -6
"Oh, Little Bo Peep, don't flatter yourself. Gotham's too crowded. I take my show on the road." She flinched away from the shots, looking around the room to see what she had at her disposal. It was time to get creative. And to stop sounding like her dad. Quips and banter were part of the gig sure, but she never really had gotten the full hang of it. She preferred action. And yet tonight, she seemed overly chatty. She bit the inside of her cheek. Focus, Dinah. Or you're gonna end up with a hole in your head.
Rolling away from the incendiary batarangs, she pulled out one escrima and two icers and leaped up. She set off a few more batarangs she'd tossed around him and threw the icers at his laser gun. That was the first thing she had to take out. The next thing would be him. She jumped up on the table and launched at him, escrima in hand, her foot aimed at his chest, the electrified end going for his head.
"So sorry to disappoint, but I like it heavy."[/i] the last line reverberated through the speakers she'd set up, and she felt her power surround them both. There were two reasons she never used her own music like this. One, if she got in the habit of it, she might accidentally use it on stage. And two, the bad guy might recognize her signing, but they'd at least have good taste then. However, she was riding on a post concert high, and nothing else was coming to mind, not Tchaikovsky, or Bach. So she just rolled with it.
"I like it louder than the boom Of a big bass drum I need it harder than the sound Of a guitar grunge I love to crank it up Make it thump And evil to the core Headbanging in the pit And throwing my horns." She sang as she attacked, trying for some semblance of control over him, trying to get him to drop the blasted laser gun. Barring that, she wanted to get in close enough where it was unwieldy and ineffective. She hoped that damn helmet didn't have all the fun little gadgets she'd think to put in it. But a girl could dream. Apparently he could dream too. Big, big dreams. Asking her out for coffee, that was a pipe dream to be sure. In answer she just pulled out her other escrima and aimed for his neck with a swing.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 17, 2015 13:23:44 GMT -6
"Bo Peep. An apt reference considering you being one of the lost sheep of this broken world." Owen liked the banter. He'd be taught to use it as another weapon in his arsenal. It made people angry. Caused them to lose focus. It gave him an edge to use against people. It seemed like it might be getting to Nightwing. His plan was working.
The multiple flashbangs went off, exploding around him again. Owen flinched and Dinah's icers hit his laser gun and froze it solid. "C'mon. I liked this gun. It was prototype. Why do you have to f*ck things like this up for me? I don't freeze your sh*t on you."
Next thing he knew, Dinah was flying towards him. Owen took the foot to the chest and dropped backwards, avoiding the escrima, barely and pushed her foot, trying to throw her away as he hit the ground and came up in a roll. He wasn't in the mood to get hit in the head again. He could do without a concussion today. Tossing the frozen laser aside, Red Hood pulled out his collapsible staff and expanded it.
Owen grinned under his helmet. It was apparent in his voice as he spoke. "Sorry, sweetheart. I've already heard that once tonight. You've got a pretty voice and all, but I'm not in the mood for an encore." Then he tapped his helmet. "Besides, I already deduced what you could do last time when you made me punch the ice queen. My helmet has audio filters in it now, my little siren. Nice try." He took the hit on the neck from the escrima stick, relying on the padding in his to lessen the blow, but only so he could try to aim a hit into her ribs with one of his knees.
He took two steps back and brought the staff to bear in front of him. "Shall we dance?"
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 17, 2015 23:59:10 GMT -6
"I like f*cking your sh*t up though. Your b*tching about it gives me joy." She smirked at him. The moment he said he'd heard that song tonight already, she faltered for just a moment. Her mouth quirked up into a lopsided grin momentarily before she tamped it down. She should not be happy this asshole was at her concert, though he had good taste in music. She should not! But pride goeth before the fall. She schooled her features to go back to neutral, taking in what he said about his sound filters and realizing this would be an actual contest of skill. Which she was severely screwing up by being distracted about him at her concert. She dropped her arm too late to totally block the knee to the ribs and pulled in as the blow landed. It didn't actually hurt all that much, the impact webbing taking the brunt of the blow, but she still shied away out of reflex.
"Sure, let's start this rough and tumble serenade." OH! That's a good one, I need to remember that. Sh*t I don't have time to write it down. Just going to have to remember that... Dinah twirled her escrima and looked at him, deciding that this time, she'd let him make the first move. She'd been doing it all night. A girl gets tired doing all the work after all.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 19, 2015 2:04:43 GMT -6
The mention of the enjoyment Nightwing got from messing up his plans made him smirk inside his hood. "Of course you do. And here I thought Fries was a frigid b*tch." He couldn't really be mad at her. She had no idea that the proceeds were going to something other than himself and horrible deeds. He just needed money to pay down the ever growing medical bills for Billy. Owen had heard that there might be some kind of experimental treatment that might help him, but like anything, it was going to cost a pretty penny. Failure wasn't an option here.
Owen swung the staff at Nightwing's head. If he scored a blow on her unprotected head, maybe he could put her down long enough to escape. He didn't want to kill Nightwing. She hadn't done anything to deserve death in his book. Even if she was annoying the crap out of him. He'd use the staff to keep her at arm's length. He didn't want to let her in close. "You should write that down, honey. Voice like yours and words like that? Maybe you could retire and become a rockstar."
Banter was fun, but Owen had stayed too long. He couldn't afford to dawdle. Since the Bats always tended to travel in packs. He needed to get out. Red Hood took a step back and tossed an incendiary batarang at a nearby table with chemicals on it, while humming "This girl is on fire". "Sorry, sweetheart. I should be going. Hopefully, we can have a third date that's a little less exciting than these last two. My treat." He tossed her a mock salute.
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You've got to listen, I'm a songbird with a brand new track. You underestimate.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 19, 2015 21:41:34 GMT -6
"You say b*tch like it's a bad thing," Nightwing grinned at him. His staff was doing it's job of course, making her rather frustrated. Her escrima gave her reach, but he had a longer one with the staff in hand. Every time she tried to get closer, he'd back step and swing and she ended up blocking and ended up right back where they started. She was, however, starting to see why her father enjoyed the banter. It was annoying, and distracting and god forbid you hit a little close to home on accident. Retire and be a Rockstar?
"Who says I'd have to retire?" she said with maybe a bit too much force. She blocked most of his blow to her head, but he still tagged her, sending her flinching back. "Oh...you mother f*cking son of a b*tch..." She muttered out before kicking over a nearby table and ducking behind it just as the incendiary went off, probably bigger than he'd anticipated with all the chemicals. She covered her head, wishing momentarily she'd had a cape like the rest of her family. But she'd never had that kind of flair for the dramatic. Though it would be handy when there were flaming glass shrapnel fireballs rushing over your head. The chemical sprinklers came and she stood up, noticing he was gone, of course. She leaped over the table and slid under another one, the floor now slick with chemical fire retardant before rolling to her feet and running back out the door.
"Hey, it's not nice to leave your date with the check!" She yelled as she chased after him, firing her grapnel at his legs. There had been more in that lab besides that laser gun. And he was so eager to get away with it, but she just couldn't let him do that.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 22, 2015 1:39:59 GMT -6
"No, I find it kind of hot, actually."
The staff was doing its job. It was keeping Nightwing at a comfortable distance. Owen liked it that way. That was why he preferred this particular weapon during combat. It kept the decent fighters as far away from him as he could get. Distance was always preferable in a fight like this. He preferred to keep as far back as possible, especially when he didn't fully know the person he was fighting's skill level. As she barked back, Owen's tagging her was just enough.
"Ah, ah, ah. You got distracted. Should pay better attention, sweetheart."
As the chemicals exploded, Owen turned and ran. He felt the glass shrapnel pelt his coat. The blast was bigger than planned. Part of him hoped that she wasn't too injured. Nightwing was just doing her job. Owen retracted the staff and tucked it into his belt. He heard the grapnel fire, and reacted on instinct. A knife was out before, Owen thought about it. He took a swipe and cut the cord around his one leg before it went taught, reaching down, without stopping and pulling it off. Owen kept making a move towards the nearest stairwell.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 23, 2015 0:33:34 GMT -6
He was trained, and he was trained well, that much Nightwing could see. And it was a fact that pissed her off, just a little. But she was no less impressed that he didn't even fumble with the line around his ankle. He was good. He was better than she thought he was. And the knife he had, it bugged her. She may have to bug Herald to find out where Jason Todd was. Now she was beginning to have questions.
Her steps stuttered just a moment, when he cut the line. She hadn't expected it and had been ready to pull back. He was starting to annoy her. Her jaw clicked in annoyance as she chased after him. She had to at least try and slow him down. She pulled out a few icer batarangs and tossed them, growling when they embedded themselves in the wall next to the door to the stairwell and went off. She'd been aiming for him, but icing the doorway would work.
"Slow down, take a chill pill. I've got more with your name on them." She pulled out three more, tossing them at him as she charged forward.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 26, 2015 2:13:39 GMT -6
Cutting the line was a simple maneuver. Owen had practiced it God only knew how many times with Jason. It was second nature to reach down and cut it before it went taught. The icer batarangs froze the door and the door frame. Owen's first thought was to crash through it. But that would be too simple and wouldn't get his point across. He was going through that door but first it was time to make a point.
Owen stopped and tried dodging most of the icers. One did impact with the back of his jacket and he felt the leather stiffen as it froze solid. He turned to face Dinah and when she came charging in, he made a grab for her and tried to throw her through the frozen door instead. As he did that, the frozen leather of his jacket cracked and shattered, causing most of the jacket to fall apart. Owen decided that using her momentum to open the door would be a much better option and one that would take her by surprise, hopefully. "I liked that jacket..."
After the door was open, he took the stairs two by two, pausing at the landing and its large window to make sure that Nightwing was indeed following him and okay. Owen understood she was just there to do a job and he didn't take it personally. He didn't want to kill her if he didn't have to. There was no money in spilling her blood. That was a good enough reason not to kill her. For the moment.
"Hey, Bat-chick. You okay? I hope that I didn't hurt you too badly. I just don't like the cold after last time. You get that, right?"
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 26, 2015 3:15:47 GMT -6
Well, her plan to put him through the door was a complete bust. She went crashing through it instead. Fan-fucking-tastic. She grabbed onto him, trying to take him with her, snagging his jacket by the collar. Well she tried. There was a moment where she thought she had a grip on him and then the jacket broke apart and any grip she had disappeared. The door shattered around her as she crashed into the stairwell. Her hands flew to the back of her head as she went flying toward the back wall, making sure she wouldn't get a concussion. She was already going to hate herself in the morning, she didn't want to have to stay up all night before catching a plane to Star City.
"Yeah...and I liked that door. We don't always get what we want..." It took her a few moments to get her legs under her and in that time he was up the stairs, two by two. She looked up at him as he stopped to taunt her, narrowing her eyes at him. She took a few moments to gather herself before leaping up and grabbing onto the railing.
"Awww, cold causing shrinkage?" she yelled after him as she jumped from railing to railing before leaping over the top and kicking at him as she did so.
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