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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 21:47:41 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Tessa watched the upside down news program. ”Oh please. If the police had been doing their best, I would be out of a job in this city,” she said, hanging upside down from the couch. She rolled over as a commercial came on for face cream. She got off the couch and headed towards the motel’s kitchenette. Zero had hooked her up with a protection job in Gotham. The Bats had done a decent job of cleaning up the streets in their own way, but it hadn’t really made them safe, especially to self centered, egotistical millionaires. They wanted the thrill of visiting a city like Gotham, but didn’t want to actually take the risk of getting mugged, or worse. She was just putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave when the com unit in her began to crackle. She’d gotten the upgrade to her helmet by adding electronic sound baffles. They could bit flipped on by a switch, or even her voice. She also had Zero ad in tech that constantly scanned for secured frequencies, and hacked into them. She had the emergency ones. Had then the first few minutes she was in the city. Came in handy for her client. But since then, nothing new, not until tonight that was. Now, there is was, something new, crackling away from her helmet. Tessa jammed it on her head, listening for a moment. ”Catch!” ”Boy….f ~ I ha~ a nickle” There was fun to be had. It didn’t take her long to gear up and head out. Of course, she’d kinda been waiting for something to happen. Last time she’d been in this city, she’d had been able to actually do something good, and not just as a job. So maybe she’d hadn’t actually saved that guy last time, it was whatever he had taken, but helping him had still felt good. A part of her had felt more at peace while helping those three than any other time in recent memory. She now felt this craving, desire, to do something like it again. So when her helmet picked up interesting chatter, she knew she had to be there.
It didn’t take her as long as she had thought to find the mess. It was quite literally the swarming with people. It looked a bit like fast moving zombies swarming towards a living person...well really two people. She recognized the two of them. The one with the shoulder injury from last time, and Dean. Dean seemed to be okay, for the moment, but the helmet guy seemed to be in trouble. She pumped her black wings, changing the angle just enough to start hovering while she took aim. She pulled the trigger on her rifle; once, twice, three times. Three people went down, but now all eyes were on here,and guns began to train on her. Time to move. Tessa tucked her wings and dove. ”Hey, Red. Heads up,” she said over the now hijacked com line. She came in hard and fast, only spreading her wings as the last minute, legs coming out to kick two of the men over, landing on a third. She tucked her wings in for a landing. She pulled out both her guns, holding the Desert Eagle out to him if he needed it. ”I’m going to need that back, so don’t die” Her wings had completely vanished by this point. Her eyes slid towards Dean for a moment to check on him. Right now she wore two layers of kevlar on her torso, and her pants were also infused with it. She didn’t go to all the expense of having most of her clothing custom made, like some heroes, she simply found real world clothes that did what she needed. The only thing she always had altered where her jackets and tops to allow for her wings. She ducked under a swipe from a knife, bringing her gun up and firing under the helmet. She could feel the blood splatter back on her hands. She honestly didn’t care right now if killing was frowned upon. In her book, so was dying because you refused to take a life. | | |
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Post by Liz Kane on Aug 16, 2016 19:27:14 GMT -6
The timing for a response from other heroes was what she had expected. They weren't exactly who she had expected, but Batwoman knew they were a resourceful bunch, so tonight she wanted to see how resourceful. With her own eyes. She was not disappointed. The two on the roof, her opponents, they were her main interest. Her costume had the desired effect, which was what costumes were all about, really; confusion and misdirection. But confusion only lasts so long, she thought as Blue Bat went on the offensive.
She blocked his kick, quickly turning it into a grab at his leg to toss him back at Nightwing who had gotten back to her feet. She could hear her own reinforcements coming in, thinking they could handle the three interlopers for the moment. Her focus was needed here. It was time to see what she was facing. Nightwing came at her again after she extrapolated herself from Blue Bat. Batwoman could see she was mad and her mouth twitched into a small smile at that. That anger might cost her in the end.
"Seems your friends are a bit busy. Want to try running away again?"
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Aug 16, 2016 20:17:29 GMT -6
Tonight was sh*t. Not only was Nightwing feeling like crap, people were trying to murder her brother. But the hits just kept coming. She was running away from a fight only to get her ass kicked by the ghost of Christmas past. She only hoped the grenade didn't land on a person, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let it just drop through the entire apartment building they were standing on.
Now that she knew the Batwoman standing in front of her was most definitely corporeal and most definitely not just prancing around in that costume. She knew what she was doing. And that probably made Nightwing more angry than anything, that there was this woman, smearing Kate's name by dressing up and trying her damnedest to be a super villain. That was just too much for one night. She was about to join Blue Bat in his assault when she had to play catch, for the second time that night.
"Ok, I'm tired of this bitch...you and I are stronger together. C'mon. Just like we used to." She looked at her brother before pulling out her escrima and attacking again. Nightwing could hear the gunfire down below and she tried not to let it bother her. She had bigger problems at the moment. If this woman parading around in a Bat costume could toss thermite grenades around like they were apples, she held little disregard for anyone's life. Especially theirs.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 11:07:39 GMT -6
As Owen grabbed hold of the pin and told Dean to run he raised an eyebrow. Owen wasn't messing around, but these guys were trying to kill and showed no regard for the general population. Sometimes it simply had to be done.
"Well as much fun as I'm having you do make a compelling argument."
He said before quickly backing away. It wasn't exceptionally fast given his one leg. But between the adrenaline and not wanting to be blown up he complied and made a run for it. He ducked down and heard the blast as well as feeling debris hit him which he really hoped was just asphalt and not people. But given his luck he'd likley just been slapped on the back. He glanced up as Tessa made an appearance and took out the remaining soldiers. It seemed everything was going their way, aside from the pile of cooling metal that was once his shield. Then everything changed when he saw the mechs approaching and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Because of course this would happen...."
He said placing his Luger in the holster and grabbing the Knights SR-25 that was on his back. He fired a few rounds at the mech and sure enough they bounced off. He dove to the side just as one opened fire where he'd been standing with a mini-gun.
"See, this is why I stay away from Gotham. Always something trying to kill me."
He now wished he'd grabbed some grenades when he'd left the safe house. But as if something had heard his concern he noticed a grenade launcher one of the Hoods had dropped. He picked it up and checked it out, only a few rounds, the rest were on the user who was now likely everywhere.
"Angel Eyes, you're more mobile, see what you can do with this."
He said before throwing the launcher to her. Angel Eyes had been his take on her call sign when they were in the military. He suspected she didn't hate it as much as she claimed.
"So Hood, this is your town, got any ideas about these trhings?"
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Post by TNG Staff on Aug 18, 2016 11:45:02 GMT -6
He obviously wasn't thinking clearly. Between the injuries and the fact his sister was in trouble he just rushed in. He was lucky she didn't just dump him off the side of the building and be done with it. But it was clear she had a grander plan than simply killing them quickly. He suspected it was more likely that she was going to make an example out of them. But he needed to figure out the end game, well provided he didn't die. He tried his best to right himself so Dinah wasn't catching all of his weight. As he moved though he felt that old familiar flaming knife in his side. His ribs were indeed broken but between that and the potentially ruptured ear drum and his balance being off he was doing well. Since he should be dead and hanging from a lamp post by now.
He didn't hear much that she said but knew her mannerisms well enough to know they should fight. However he was down when escrima stick as it had been driven between the eyes of a man on the street. But he had one, so there was that. With a flick of the wrist the escrima stick turned into a nunchaku. He twirled it a bit before catching the other end under his arm. Yes JJ was injured but still he and Dinah should have the advantage against whoever this was. He'd dealt with time travel enough to not be surprised. Plus a fake Bat running around this city was hardly a rarity. Ever since the Battle every 6 months a new wannabe showed up and the family shut them down.
With a spin he swung the nunchaku at the side of Liz's head. It was risky as he left a lot of himself open in the strike. He did his best to keep his one arm down trying to shield his injured ribs. He followed the spinning strike up by dropping down and going for a sweep. It was a familiar battle tactic the twins had often used. Alternating between high and low. Simply put, it was hard to avoid them both. He heard the shooting and explosions and wasn't too concerned. He knew Owen was tough and he was fairly certain he saw that Dark Angel chick flying by. He had looked into her and while questionable Tony knew her so that was enough for him.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Aug 20, 2016 20:56:25 GMT -6
The woman with the bird wings was back. She was becoming a clinger to these mob scene fights. For once, he couldn't really complain. He holstered the guns as he took her desert eagle and looked at it. It wasn't a standard .50 cal like he had hoped, but after looking the rounds over, they'd do some pretty decent damage. Owen fired a few rounds at the nearest thugs and as they tore through the body armor, Red Hood was content.
He took a moment and injected himself with some battle stims. His head cleared and everything slowed down a bit. It wasn't the power drugs that he favored, but since they'd become so scarce, the stims would do the trick. It just took a bit of a higher dosage. He killed three more of the crowd and then looked over to Dean. "Here's my idea for this... 25 points an opponent. 10 if you only wound them. Loser buys winner the first round."
He aimed the larger gun at one of the mechs and fired. The bullet didn't break through the shielding on the cockpit. He wasn't sure what he was expecting. With his jacket destroyed, he didn't have much left in the way of tricks. He was starting to see a reason for a utility belt. He made a mental note to add one of those later on.
As he started weaving towards the mechs, he spotted someone with a thermite grenade on their belt. Owen ran towards the man, shooting him in the head, through his helmet. He grabbed the grenade off the man's belt as he passed by. He jumped off a car and pulled the pin, throwing it down at the mech while the other tried to shoot at him. As he grabbed on to a lower lamp post and spun around, the grenade exploded with it's bright light and burned through the cockpit glass, hitting pilot and causing him to scream and flail in the suit as he burned.
One of the mech's flailing limbs smashed into the other mech and caused it to stumble. Owen came around the lamp post and planted both feet in the mech's cockpit, taking advantage of the stumble. The mech fell back and the pilot tried to bail out. Red Hood smashed the man in the face and dumped him out of the suit as the burning suit continued to flail wildly. Red Hood climbed into the fallen suit and managed to get it up onto its feet.
The controls seemed simple enough. It was comparable to a tank. Red Hood smiled under his cracked helmet. He'd lost almost all his tools and his uniform was gone, but he had this suit now and most of its weapons. That would make up for it. He moved the targeting reticule up towards the fight with Batwoman. The guns on this mech would make short work of her, but he would probably shoot through Dinah and Blue Bat to do it. If it was only Blue Bat, he might have debated it for another ten seconds, but it wasn't, so he promptly started using the guns to open fire on the crowd in an act of suppression fire.
He'd either stop them, quickly or he'd kill them all. Today wasn't really the day to debate this sort of thing. This wasn't a fight, it was a street war. He wondered briefly how much one had to pay off the cops to ignore this sort of thing. It was more than he cared to spend, that much he knew.
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Post by Liz Kane on Oct 17, 2016 16:51:17 GMT -6
Poke.
Prod.
Test.
Manipulate.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Batwoman had been poking and prodding at the two in front of her for awhile, watching them and their reactions, and after finally deciding to show herself tonight, she was not disappointed. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She was rather disappointed in the idiots on her payroll down on the ground below. But at least they were being somewhat useful in keeping the others occupied. She didn't much care about them. One was a wanna be crime boss who was too soft for his own good, the other two weren't really her concern. She knew of them, of course. It paid to be well informed. But they were not why she was here.
Bats. They threw wrenches in her plans. So wearing them down or keeping them too busy to stop everything was an expensive play. She had others, but it would do for now. It had brought her the confrontation she wanted. You could only prepare, watch and observe so long. Some ideas needed field testing.
She dodged the swing from the nunchaku, ducking under it and fluidly grabbing a knife from her belt, trying to drive it into Blue Bat's arm pit, conceivably where most weak points on armor would be, given the need for flexibility. At the same time, she struck out at Nightwing with her leg, trapping one escrima under her boot before moving away from the second strike, receiving a glancing blow along her calf that she didn't even acknowledge.
"You two are usually so chatty. What? No witty repartee?" She said as she spun to face off with them again.
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