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Post by Batgirl on Dec 2, 2012 15:22:20 GMT -5
”Another night in Gotham – what could this mean? Why, nothing other than another amazing adventure for Batgirl and her trusty sidekick Proxy!”
”Inside voice, remember?” Came the crackling voice of the aforementioned hacker in her ear and Steph lowered her arms from the dramatic gesture she’d had them up in and pouted. Alright, fine. So she had meant to just think that. But if Batman was allowed to be all ‘I am Vengeance, I am the Night blah, blah’, there was nothing wrong with her showing off a bit for the gargoyles. She patted one of the stone creatures on the head absently. Oh well. Proxy was right, really, there was work to be done. In a shocking change of pace, it was actually detective work.
Actually, she didn’t know what had made the younger of her two guardian hackers notice it. She’d learned that it was best not to meddle in the affairs of hackers (or redheads, let alone redheaded hackers) unless totally necessary because they were subtle, quick to anger and able to do terrible, terrible things to your Facebook page if tempted. Steph, who’d had to ask for help unscrambling the thing last time, was not in the mood ever to do that again. That said, she’d cheerfully admit to having done all the legwork here. It was all part of the charm of being Batgirl now. Carefully, she traced the symbol splashed across her chest thoughtfully. Hopefully, Cass was still proud.
Anyway, she’d been told that some rich guy or other had vanished. Proxy’s report had basically been that he’d come to Gotham for a big meeting with a Wayne Corp exec but never showed. He’d checked into his hotel and everything, but just… stopped answering his phone. Which was kinda weird though if Steph got to stay in the penthouse suite at Gotham’s priciest hotel, she’d totally stay in all day. But this sort of guy, he’d have stayed in the big places before and that wasn’t it. Also, the phone didn’t make sense. So, they were guessing kidnap. Hence Steph currently being about to break into the suite to see what was what. Well, ‘break in’ quietly.
Letting herself down with her grapple, the blonde paused briefly, checking for heat and thus life signs again. Nada. The rest of the hotel, that was lit up. The top suite? Empty. Kidnap was looking more and more likely.
It didn’t take long for her to get the balcony door open, then she slid inside, silent and careful. Her cowl’s lenses switched in, their night vision letting her see easily. It all looked… normal. Weirdly normal. Nothing smashed, though there wouldn’t be, would there? They wouldn’t take him from here, not where there was a whole hotel to see them on the way out.
Maybe there’d be something in the bedroom, she thought, turning to the door that should lead into that room. Steph stepped inside. And froze, eyes wide behind the golden lenses. There was a body on the bed, wrapped in what looked like a bath robe. In a less than ironic turn of events, it was frozen too – not just stiff from being dead, but frozen through. Popsicle, Steph thought darkly, probably Mister Fr... She paused. No, no it wasn’t. This definitely wasn’t Mister Freeze’s MO, not least because he’d never have got to this suite without being noticed. That meant another ice-flavoured villain in town, which meant it was time to break out the Oracle database.
She was already reaching for her comm when her eyes fell on the dresser. It wasn’t far to walk, easy to pick up the single card that had been left thoughtlessly there, but it still sent a dawning horror through Batgirl as she realised that O hadn’t answered. The card was small, just a business card sized thing. But visible on one side, she could easily read a very familiar address. The Clocktower.
Steph turned and ran the instant the card was in a sealed evidence bag. ”Proxy?” She managed as she did, ”Get the cops up there, he’s dead. And someone’s after Oracle – I’m heading over there now.”
And then she was swinging, her course aimed directly for the ‘tower. It didn’t take her long, but Steph still wasn’t the first one there. By the time she got to O’s office, there were already three people there, all of whom she was pretty well acquainted with. Black Canary, Bird of Prey and someone who taught her some darned useful lessons; Huntress, the other Bird of Prey, Gotham’s other heroine who recognised the awesomeness of purple-slash-eggplant in costumes; and the familiar shadowy bulk of the Batman.
The gang was all there.
Steph arrived just in time to hear Huntress’ last comment as she entered, glancing around and doing her best to keep her head up high in what was actually pretty scary company.
”I’m guessing it’s because somebody told her,” She said as she did her own best Bat-entrance. ”Unless there’s an ice-villains convention in town, I think I found the suite where this Killer Frost – and why do the baddies always have weird codenames – was staying, complete with the previous owner. Here.” Steph grabbed the evidence bag with the card in and tossed it across to Batman.
And then she prepared to be told this was out of her pay grade, too dangerous for her, that she was irresponsible etc etc. Because that’s just the way the world went when you’re Stephanie Brown.
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Post by nightwing on Dec 16, 2012 19:24:22 GMT -5
Dark nights in Gotham city. It gave him a nostalgic feeling while scaling the buildings of Gotham. Nostalgic towards to old days, when he was still part of the Dynamic Duo. But those days where over but he was in Gotham for something else that was nostalgic to him. Barbara Gordon, former Batgirl and close friend of Nightwing. Her trace went cold a little while ago. He knew that she was using her computer skills to help the birds of prey. A group of female vigilantes consisting of many friends and familiar faces. She had been running this job ever since the Joker shot her. And now her trace had gone cold. She must be in some kind of problems which attracted his attention. He would not let anything happen to her again.
The first clue would be at her apartment, her base of operation. There were many of Gotham’s finest criminals who would want to get her hands on her even without knowing she was formerly batgirl. Nightwing made his way across the roofs of the city. He did not have transportation ready in this Gotham city anymore since he moved to Bludhaven. So the good old fashion way should do the job. Slowly but surely the tower came in sight and he guessed that her disappearance would attract certain people to the scene. Mostly the dark and brooding ones. He had no idea what he would do once the two meet again, but there were more important things to do right now then the quarrel that he has with Batman.
As he scaled the apartment building he stayed outside to watch through the window, he remained in the dark in a high for a while to see the figures in the room talking about the case. He could clearly make out Batman, examining the scene of the crime nonchalantly like he always did. Dinah A.K.A. Black canary was also at the scene. Prominent member of the birds of prey and at least close friends with the Green Arrow. Huntress also a member of the birds of prey, has some times to the mob but comes out clean and the new Batgirl who learned everything from the original Batgirl. Every single one of them capable to clean this mess up by themselves. But even though he wasn’t needed he wanted part of this. This was about Barbara.
Softly and swiftly he made his way inside the apartment, staying concealed and not entering the room. If he could at least surprise Bruce, it would make him look more professional. Not that he had that much chance but he did elude him for 24 hours as a test once, in the Robin days. In the middle of the conversation as all the pieces were in place he made his presence noticeable. It was killer frost who had Barbara and they better not waste time unless they like oracle popsicles. “Figuring out how and why is something we could concentrate on when we found Killer frost.” He said as he moved slowly into the room. He crossed his arms and looked around the room. “Top priority is finding out who she is working with and how we are getting her back before they do something to her.” He firmly stated and crossed his arms. He moved towards batman who was standing next to the computer. “We should cross-reference her recent activity with any nearby places that would conceal the cold traces” he continued. He clearly didn’t want to take over this operation but also didn’t want to be the one who followed Bruce around again. Taking the name Nightwing was a sign that he outgrown that position long ago.
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Post by Killer Frost on Jan 3, 2013 0:14:43 GMT -5
Lips curving up a little bit at the lack of movement that came from the body that was draining on body heat, the cold air seeping deep into her thin, fragile body, she couldn’t have her dying anytime soon, that would make things rather difficult to get any information at all. She moved forward a little bit more watching the heat sink away through her body eaten up by the cold and in no way was that heat taken into her own body, something she felt strangely jealous over. Over the cold around her, that was practical but when was she practical? Try never. She took a slow, breath inward sucking deep the bits of heat that had floated close to her, but taken them deeply for herself before the cold air took it for itself.
She moved her body watching her partner with her victim, watching the way he dragged his needs into her veins, she couldn’t help the way her predatory nature was rearing its ugly head, that woman’s body heat was hers. She listened to him watching his every move. “We need to move her, she’s getting too cold” she said her voice cold and deceiving as though she cared about how she felt, but no that wasn’t the case she wanted her to keep her heat so she could take it slowly and rather painfully from her. But she was hungry and she eyed the other man with eyes as though considering if he could be edible or not, she wouldn’t stoop that low, but if she got weak or hungry enough you never know she might decide to take that step a little further into the red zone.
“Her words yes, but she can’t talk through her screams that will wait. I will need you to hold the door Crow” she said her voice dropping a syllable and she sounded more human now, more in control. She ran her fingers through the ice coated locks of her hair listening to the way they clicked together and made noise it was an almost soothing sound for her as she exhaled a breath of cold fog, something she never really got tired of was the fact that she controlled the coldest elements on Earth and it made people fear her, it was always exhilarating.
With that she moved her hands watching the ice come forth as though she’d waved her hands and it came forth, but that was not the case, no not at all. She watched the ice stretch and expands behind the pale invalid, and as it forms hands and lifts the woman around the waist, the cold ice seeping through the straightjacket as she was lifted from the large metal meat hooks that had suspended her above the ground. The faint metal shink that could be heard as the metal loops gave way no longer frozen in place by the metal hooks. She watched as the hands hovered above the ground and dragged her towards the door her upper body hanging from the arms away from the floor. Her lower body being dragged erupting a little laugh from her lips as she went for the door not bothering to look and see if Mr. Scarecrow was following her.
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Post by Oracle on Jan 4, 2013 0:17:32 GMT -5
Screaming, it echoed in her head like a never ending chorus. Was she imagining this? Barbara Gordon shook her head, not daring to open her eyes as the darkness behind her lids swirled to life. The screams were becoming overbearing now, but she only tightened her eyes, fine wrinkles creasing together and melding as one. She was cold, so very cold. That part was real, Barbara was sure of it. The lack of feeling that existed in her nerve endings was a sure sign of that, but that screaming that terrible screaming it sounded like it wavered right over her head.
She chanced a peek. One eye opened with great caution and she saw a floor beneath her begin to swirl and quiver to life. It looked at first like a massive puddle of darkness, and in an effort to rationalize her vision Barbara considered it to be the rising mist from the meat locker that hovered just over the ground. Just as her mind accepted the fabrication, the floor began to change. The dark surface was taking on a red hue and she watched as two ends of the red line curled to form a bloody, red smile. Her eyes opened wide and had she not been so cold there would be a fluster of red in her face.
Almost immediately her eyes closed again, but that eerie smiled remained embedded in her memory. It was as if it were stitched to the back of her eye lids. Her body shuddered; this was the first movement that had convulsed through her body since she had stirred. Killer Frost’s voice rang somewhere within the abyss and Barbara tried to raise her head to catch the words that spilled from the frozen woman’s lips.
“…getting cold…”
Was the best that she could make out, her mind wasn’t functioning at its optimal capacity right now and that wretched screaming wasn’t helping. She pursed her lips, the hardness of the organ surprising her as they ground against one another. Was she going to die this way? Was this the way she was going to go out? Utterly useless, helpless and without even so much as a fight? Barbara would have closed her eyes in disappointment but her lids were already there, still trying to push that horrid image of blood red lips formed into a massive crescent shaped smile.
Somehow her body managed to build up a tremble. Not from the cold, but rather from the panic and anxiety that was cumulating in her mind. Despite the situation at hand, she was more concerned with the overwhelming laughter and screams that filled her ears. Barbara was more afraid of the damage her own mind would cause rather than what would happen in the hands of her captors.
No Barbara, it’s the toxin. Crane’s toxin is fabricating this… it’s not real.
Her body jolted, this time by not her doing. She felt herself rise off the meat hook as something hard and jagged ensnared her body into a vice-like grip. Barbara was moving now, sliding through the room and for just a second she opened her eyes to see the environment shift around her and suddenly began to pulsate with vibrant lights and banging sounds that were strangely akin to gunshots. Her eyes fluttered closed again, she wasn’t ready yet, and she needed to ride this out until the effects of the toxins wore off.
Barbara’s body was still at this point very numb and any voluntary movement was completely out of the question. Without the necessary motor functions and mental capacity to start any sort of fight with her captors, Barbara remained like a rag doll. The cool air dragged across her face as she was pulled out of the room, left completely at the mercy of Killer Frost and Jonathan Crane.
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Post by dinah on Mar 6, 2013 9:30:01 GMT -5
Dinah watched as the others came into the home of Barbra Gordon one by one. She knew them but she was surprised with quickness and seemly flawless entry with which they all came and gave their own seperate yet, valid theories to Barbara's abduction. She could see how each and everyone one of them had been growing into their own selves, their own hero and slightly moving away from Batman's shadow, to spread their own wings.
She gave a small smile at this knowledge as she knew this was what Babs had been talking about a few weeks ago, she had not at the time fully understood or seen with her own eyes what Oracle had been able to witness and she was so far pleased with what she saw, and how close they were and how they each in their own special way cared for Barbara and wanted her safe return.
She looked at Batman, he was her leader, he lead the League in a way, and she would not go against him, but that didn't mean she would concede to him, not when it came to leading her team. The Birds were her team and they would be for quite some time , although this did put a few things into perspective, who would lead the team if something were to happen to her? It was something she hadn't considered.
She took a small breath and held it in, letting the air touch her lungs as she felt the urge to screech her frustrations but she did not, and merely swallowed back the air. Her attention on each member of this little entourage, as she studied their body language, their facial expressions as best she could as she considered her options, and their options as team.
"Let's narrow down our search perimeters Killer Frost is more than likely going to be in an area where her heat signature will be masked, there aren't that many places in Gotham, once we figure out our possible locations we can decide what to do, but we need to work together, no butting heads on this one, we all know that Oracle doesn't have a good window once twenty-four hours are up, but if anyone has a chance it's us. "
BlackCanary let those words hang there, even as she turned her back to look at the large computer monitor and motioned with a slight tilt of her head that Batman could take over the computer as she merely tolerated the technology, she didn't bother to learn how to use it too much, but she was getting better.
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