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Post by Batgirl on Dec 4, 2012 6:44:45 GMT -5
If anyone ever told you that being a Bat was simple, easy, stress-free or the sort of thing you could do for ‘fun’, then the best two options involved either laughing in their face (or, if it was Tim, giving him the sort of look that implied that she’d like to know what drugs they were on because, damn, they had to be good) or just skipping right to the slapping. Because, let’s face it, they were lying. Through their teeth. Because being a Bat wasn’t simple, definitely wasn’t easy, was going to have her going grey early and, while it definitely came with a whole range of opportunity to get the ol’ adrenaline buzz going, it wasn’t exactly fun either.
Hold your horses though, that was no excuse for being all doom and gloom about it. There was a difference between seeing that being Batgirl wasn’t an excuse to goof around or chase after Tim’s cute behind (brief pause while Steph drools) and being glum, down in the dumps, depressed – in short, like most of the rest of the Bats. That definitely wasn’t her, no sir. She was going to be optimistic because she could save people. She was saving people. She had friends (sort of), two of the world’s greatest hackers watching her back and they were going to make a difference to Gotham, one mugging at a time if that’s what it took.
Also, hey, no paperwork. That had to be a bonus, besides the cool outfits, the cool gear and all the other cool stuff. Like batarangs, which never ever got old.
Having sidetracked herself, Steph killed the incipient head-banter and cracked her knuckles. She was standing over the now thoroughly knocked-unconscious mob guy. Thoroughly unconscious, because the first time she’d thought he was out for the count, turned out he was just playing possum so he could stick her with a knife when she got close. Except that didn’t work, so when Steph wailed on him again, this time she kicked him in the face hard enough to break his jaw. Thoroughly and definitely unconscious, check.
She nudged him in the ribs anyway, then definitely did not sigh in relief when he failed to move. Just checking.
So, that was the easy problem. Running into a mob assassin turned courier and punching his lights out, that wasn’t exactly a novelty act for Steph. She was getting pretty good at the punching out of lights nowadays, and that was for someone who’d pretty much always had a killer right hook. The hard problem, dear diary entry she was writing in her head, was that he’d been couriering something. And it was a ransom note. And it was for a mob boss’ daughter, who from the sounds of it wasn’t that old. And that made Steph mad, to the point that she’d been struggling not to tear the paper in her gloved hands as she read it.
Ok. This was something she was going to Do Something About. That said, she needed help, possibly backup and definitely intel. So, where in Gotham did you go for a vigilante who could help, who knew about the mob scene and wasn’t going to worry too much if a few extra bones got cracked in the process?
What? Steph hated people who kidnapped kids, particularly when they were just taking out their father’s problems on them instead.
But the answer was simple, wore black and purple and tended to go by Huntress. She was also easy to track down – you just headed for the area where the most bad guys were screaming.
It didn’t take too long with Proxy’s help. Steph found the Huntress on one of Gotham’s many rooftops. She dropped onto it easily, taking care not to look like she was sneaking up on the older vigilante, and waved.
”Hey Huntress. Got a minute? I’ve got this case…” Steph’s eyes were still angry, her lips pressed together into a thin line. ”I think it’ll be right up your street. Plus thugs to beat on. Mind helping a Batgirl out?”
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Post by Huntress on Dec 16, 2012 13:04:29 GMT -5
Gotham City once again bore witness to the arrival of darkness which wrapped around its prey. Stars shone a everlasting light upon those that lived there, the very air was crisp and fresh while the very streets were as quiet as a mouse. But pandemonium and mayhem had made its home here, which meant that robberies, murders, kidnapping and assaults were merely part of life in this dark city. And wherever disorder, havoc and turmoil appeared Helena was not to far away to make sure the fires of chaos met its doom and to allow justice to ensure peace.
The night was still young and Huntress continued to bear her eyes of anger down upon her prey. Standing on the edge of a rooftop she stood like a purple statue as she began to look down upon her home which had surrendered itself to the night sky, thoughts wondered into her mind as the vigilante literally dared the maniacs and criminals to start trouble. And if they did then her friend Oracle would instantly contact her and as always she would bring the hurt to the insane, murderers, kidnappers thugs and robbers. her fists and weapons were dying to clobber something, yet Gotham seems quite peaceful for a change. But as they always say don’t judge a book by its cover, either way Helena stood ready to leave at a moments notice.
Her ear phone stood ready to take in any calls from Oracle, and yet there was nothing but silence. Babs was an extraordinary computer specialist so if there was a problem that had to be dealt with she would know first hand, Helena thought she might as well just do an actual sweep of the city just incase. But then again she decided to continue waiting for an opportunity to crack some skulls and bring her wrath down on her unsuspecting enemies, just to make sure she didn’t get bored Huntress checked her weapons and reloaded them with fresh ammo.
No doubt the other vigilantes had been busy elsewhere dealing with other problems. Still Huntress was thankful to have allies like Batman and his family which pretty much proclaimed Gotham to be their city, well at least she could carry on her mission whilst working under Oracle. Luckily her old ways of violence against criminals was long dead but they still know that if Helena was angry, then she showed no mercy against all foes. Luck soon went on her side as a familiar voice appeared behind her, it belonged to Batgirl who was no Stephanie the former Spoiler.
Looking over her shoulder, Huntress listened in to her words which had brought hope. She could still remember the first meeting she had with Stephanie back when Stephanie was Spoiler, the young blond was an amazing fighter and now she deserved the title of Batgirl, as she asked Helena for help. The long cloaked vigilante gave Steph a smile of respect and was more then happy to offer her assistance in her case, turning back around to meet her Helena replied.
"I'm glad you asked Batgirl, I was getting bored standing around doing nothing. How can I help?"
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Post by Batgirl on Dec 17, 2012 5:51:50 GMT -5
No crossbow bolts heading her way.
That was a good start.
Not that Steph actually expected the Huntress to shoot her, because she was a good… um… ‘gal’? But she was also slightly scary, had a crossbow and knew how to use it. Plus actually surprising any of the Bats was a Bad Idea. Even her, actually, because she’d had to definitely stop herself throwing Jordanna right through a window the last time the girl had snuck up behind her.
Anyway, it was still good news, even if her costume would have stopped it. Probably. And getting an actual smile along with what sounded like a genuine willingness to help out made Steph simultaneously want to do a happy little dance and wonder why she couldn’t have got Huntress to help her out back in the bad old days of Spoiler being on everyone’s Naughty Lists when it came to help and-or teaching. Still, she wasn’t one to look a gift vigilante in the mouth – not that Huntress looked like a horse at all – and she was definitely going to take this chance while it was there.
Even less than her usual chipper, chatty-Kathy self as she was, Steph wasn’t entirely willing to be kept down. Maybe that was her ‘super power’, really, a total refusal to let the grim‘n’gritty realities of Gotham keep her down or make her depressed. Sure, she realised there was a life at stake; sure, she was pretty steamin’ mad about that, but that wasn’t any reason to turn into Batman. And, given that Batman hadn’t been able to beat the witty streak out of her, nor had Babs, just facing a surprisingly willing to help and (Hell’s Belles) actually apparently respectful Huntress wasn’t going to stop her. She let her face relax a bit, her scowl twisting into something a bit more like a smile – though it was still one that promised pain to whichever scumbag dared mess with a child just because he had a grudge against their dad.
”Well, you could tell me the secret to fighting crime in thigh-highs,” Steph deadpanned, ”Though I’ve got to admit we ought to team up more often with the whole black-and-eggplant-or-purple colour schemes.”
The young blonde girl snickered quietly at her own joke before sobering up. ”Seriously though. I’ve got this case. This Mob case and everyone always said you were the lady to go to for Mob cases, even before Daddy Bats. I ran into this assassin running a letter for his boss. I did a dance number on his butt and it turned out the letter was a ransom note.” She paused. ”For the boss’ daughter. Which seemed just the sort of thing we ought to do something about, even if I’d happily let the rest of the Families beat each other into hospital beds.”
Steph paused again. This time looking a teensy bit guilty. ”Annnnd… I can’t get the guy to talk. Mostly because… Ibrokehisjaw.” She muttered the last bit as quickly as she could.
”So, seeing as you are the Huntress, I thought you’d know where to hunt these creeps down so we can swoop in, save the day, save the girl and send some more of the Families’ thugs to jail? And maybe show me some tricks in the progress? Please?” Live and learn, that was her motto. Or it was now.
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