Bird in a net (nightwing)

[cheshire]

The cold wind of the night rushed through the long raven hair of the deranged criminal called Cheshire, as she stood on the roof of a building in New York City. Her eyes where full of anger, raged, and blood for she had come back to the United States to finish the work that she had set out to do, and now to add to the list was to ruin the life of the very man whom she had once loved. The man whom she had had a daughter with, a daughter she that she didn’t know where her wear about where at the current moment, but she was sure going to find out; even if she had to tear apart this city brick by brick.

Cheshire was many things; a master assassin, master of poisons, and one crazy woman. What most people didn’t know was she loved her children, not more than herself because that would just be silly but she loved them second as much. If you threaten her children you might as well go out and buy your grave, for you wouldn’t live much longer after that. Things where worse now, for her son Tom; the child she had had with Catman; was dead. Lian was the only child she had left, and she wasn’t about to let Roy; Lian’s father; or anyone else take her away from Cheshire now.

So now Cheshire was back and was ready for blood, and the first blood she wanted was Roy. He had turned on her again, and she would swear it was the last time he ever would. Cheshire had been sent to a prison that Roy later had to come and put down a rebellion that Cheshire had nothing to do with. She had pleaded with him to let her escape but he hadn’t, he had turned his back on her and that will no cost him his life. But first she will cause him to feel the pain and hurt that he had put her through, she would ruin his life to the point that he would wish for her to kill him, and in the end she would grant that request; though it would be a very long and painful death.

The only problem was she didn’t know where Roy was at the moment, but that really didn’t worry Cheshire for she knew how to go about drawing him out. All she would have to do was cause a little trouble and do a little hunting, sooner or later Roy would come out of hiding. The only real trouble was deciding what to do in order to draw him out; there were always the good old killing random people.

Cheshire smiled as she looked down from the two story building, below her was two tugs going through a purse that they had just snatched. What a perfect target to start out with, though many would see it as she was punishing them for stealing. Truth was she didn’t care if they stole purses, or candy from babies, it was the mere fact that they were now standing below her and she needed bodies, and those two would be perfect to start with.

Slipping back into the shadows, Cheshire sneak off her perch and down into the shadows of the ally, the two men too busy in their work that they didn’t pay attention to someone creeping up on them. It wasn’t what one would consider a fair fight, in fact there would be no fairness to it but that’s what life was.

Standing in the shadows Cheshire looked at the two men before her, trying to decided how she wanted to go about killing them. She didn’t want to fight two on one, not because she couldn’t but because she didn’t feel like it. Not to mention she wanted one of them to scream, she wanted them to cause as much noise as possible to draw someone here. So maybe it was best she stayed hidden for now anyway.
With a twisted grin that Cheshire was famous for, she pulled two poison knives from her long green boots. This was going to get her the reaction that she wanted, they would scream in pain, shout in terror, scream louder when the poison entered the blood, and than they would die. If they died too soon than she would just have to find another victim, but with hope she will draw the person she was looking for with this first attack.

Cheshire took one knife in her left and another in her right, looking at her targets she slowed her breathing; to the point she almost stop; while she took aim with the knife in her right hand. With a quick flick of her wrist and move of her air she threw the knife, than taking the other out of her left hand Cheshire quickly aimed and threw the knife at the other man. Each knife hit their assigned target, one in the shoulder and one in the leg, for she had not want to kill them too quickly.

For a moment the two men just looked at each other, than at the knives sticking out of their bodies; too shocked to do anything. Than the burning started, and soon the screams; this caused Cheshire to grin wider as she leaned against the wall in the shadows and waited for one of the two outcomes.

[nightwing]

Nightwing was in New York for titans business. He was trying to get the old team back together and it wasn’t going easy. Everyone had their own lives, moved on, changed names. Roy for instance is Red Arrow and moved out of the shadow of the Green Arrow. Something he could relate to. It wasn’t long ago that he moved out of the shadow of Batman and took his new identity. Now he was just aimlessly moving through the city looking for pas time. Little did he know that he would get more then he asked for.

From the top of one of the many high buildings of New York, he noticed a shadowy figure standing on top of one and moving down. He couldn’t see who it was since the figure was too far away and moved to fast down for him to take a closer look. A figure like that could only mean a hero who had caught glimpse or a crime, or an evil-doer who was out for loot or blood. He was pretty sure that whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

Swiftly he moved from building to building, to the position where he last spotted the figure. Once he arrived it was already too late. As he jumped down in the alley using the emergency stairwell , he heard the sound of knives. This clearly wasn’t a good sound. He needed to act fast and picked up the pace as he moved down.

Once he had visual, he saw Cheshire down in the alley who took two men down with knives. Knowing her M.O. she probably poisoned them which meant he had to act fast and strike hard before they died. Taking Cheshire in was optional but not priority. He took out a his grappling hook and dropped a set of three gas pellets at Cheshire, trying to envelope her in smoke while he rappelled down to extract the two injured men. It was a risky move but their lives where on the line and he only had one shot. If he could get them somewhere save and figure out what antidote they needed, it would make this allot easier.

[cheshire]

Cheshire heard as three gas pellets hit the ground, and their slow hissing as they issued the smoke into the air. She had been followed which is what she wanted, however she knew it wasn’t by the person she was hopping. Hearing a grapping hook being deployed and attaching itself on some unknown object or building it became clear to Cheshire that it had to be a bat brat. After all it would be the Batman because she was such a little fish that he wouldn’t deal with her, no he would send someone else and was once more this was New York so it must have been Nightwing.


The best friend to the man who she wanted to kill most of all wasn’t the best thing in the world but it sure was a good gift to ease her boring night. With her smile bright Cheshire watched in what direction the wind was taking the smoke that was meant to blind her; and it was doing a fair enough job. But once the direction of the wind was blowing Cheshire just had to move in order to get clear of it and discover what was going. It took her a little time to find a new place to hide, so after her move Nightwing was already caring for the two men that she had stabbed and left to cry in pain and die in the streets. The question now was how should she handle this, after all one didn’t let a gift that dropped in their lap like this get away.

[nightwing]

Luckily for him he had the opportunity to rappel back to higher ground and get the man to safety. Both men were screaming in agony. This wasn’t going to end well since the screams would lead Cheshire to him before he could get a fix on an antidote. Maybe he could bargain for it or get it off her, but little change that an assassin would carry antidote around for her own poison. He had to do this the old fashion way.

Pulling out a single vial containing a colorless solution from his belt, He dipped the tip of one of the knives he removed from the men in it. “Please don’t turn red, please don’t turn red” He softly said to himself in a hurry. Time was ticking and he needed to know. Slowly the fluid in the vial started to turn to the color red. “Darn it” He thought to himself. Red meant special kinds of toxins that where hard to get rid of and required attention fast. He could slow it down with another antidote he carried around but these people needed medical attention and quick.

Nightwing gave each of the men a small amount of an antidote that would slow it down hopefully but there wasn’t much time. The men calmed down but still where in pain. He needed Cheshire to find out what she did to them and figure out how to cure them before it was too late. Luckily for him, assassins of her caliber tend to go after their prey so she couldn’t be long. He pulled out both of his escrima sticks and prepared for what was to come. This was going to be tough, but it was necessary. Who knew what she would be carrying around these days. What a day to be back on the job.

[cheshire]

The one thing about heroes is that you could always count on them to do the same thing every time, save the person that was in trouble. It was like wired into their code or something, and most of the time it was their down fall. So when Nightwing took up the two men that Cheshire had poisoned she knew he wouldn't go far. After all those men needed medical care like now not to mention there was two of him and only one of him. So he really wasn't going to go far, but far enough away to feel as if he was safe for the moment. All Cheshire would have to do is wait for a moment, track him, than capture the little bat brat.

Deciding the time was right, and the element of surprise really didn't matter at this moment, Cheshire started to walk toward where she was sure Nightwing had gone. It wasn't too hard to figure it out after all, one just had to follow the sounds of screaming and cries that the two men were producing. As she walked she hummed a popular eighties song, Dead Man's Party, seeing as it was fitting; after all Nightwing was carrying a dead ma (two in this case) over his shoulder.

As she got closer she could tell that he was already waiting for her; this caused her to smile brightly, after all it wasn't often someone waiting for her to come to them. She also knew that Nightwing was a good match up for her, she could take him down or lose to him it could go either way, but no matter how it went all she needed was to break the skin just once and he was done for. Her nails carried several different types of poisons on them, enough to drive you crazy with pain before they killed you; but leave you very little time to find a way to cure yourself.

She couldn't help but smile as she watched him from the shadows for a moment, there as no fear in her for what reason did she have to be afraid. She was a good fighter, one of the top assassins, and he was a man; and from the stories she knew of Nightwing his head was very easily turned by a pretty face or just someone willing to give him a tumble in the hay. "All of this get up for me." She called out from the shadow, "I'm touched Nightwing, very touched. I thought you didn't care."