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Post by Duela Dent on May 25, 2013 3:27:08 GMT -5
Well, in Duela's mind, it did seem somehow atypical of someone in the Bat-Family to have a secret identity, really, although it might have been the numerous times she'd heard - jokingly - from Nightwing (as she recalled) that Batman never slept and that he was 'always on', which Duela had taken to mean that he was always being Batman, even during the day. It was maybe that which had led her to assume that, you know, all the Bat-Family were maybe a little bit whackadoo and 'IAMTHENIGHTTTWHARFLGARBLLLL' - she wasn't going to tell Steph that was what she was thinking, of course, since she didn't want to get a whackadoo around the head, to say nothing of the fact Steph didn't actually seem whackadoo at all - plus part of her was.. Well, kind-of in denial about the idea that Gotham could even have any kind of daytime to begin with. Quite how that worked when Duela had lived in the city for most of her life, she couldn't tell you, but seriously, if you asked a non-Gothamite what they expected of Gotham in that respect? They'd tell you 'night'. Maybe red skies if you were lucky and-slash-or something scary was going down.
Man, she'd gotten off the subject here, but.. Yeah. That was part of the reason she believed that the idea of secret identities were kind-of alien to the Bat-Family. And as such, she looked slightly bashful when Steph explained a little more - not too much, though, since the blonde was really rather kind and lovely about it, and - like Duela - had a habit of getting off the subject onto something else entirely, somehow; Although in this instance it had Duela thinking slightly indecent thoughts about Steph's abs. "No, no! That's how Harry Houdini got dead!" Duela protested, her expression flat-out stating she realised the terrible English that had just spilled from her mouth. "How he died, I mean," she corrected herself with embarrassment, although she tried to look as straight-faced as possible. "I just.. Why would you want someone punching your abs? I mean, unless you're into people punching your abs - I.. Um.. There's not anything wrong with that, but it's just.." Oh God, shut up, woman, before you embarrass yourself some more.
Fortunately, the subject had moved on to something a little bit more comfortable and a field where Duela was less capable of embarrassing herself - because she could never be embarrassed when it came to the outfits she made. She was admittedly a little teeny bit surprised that her puppy-dog assault didn't work on the other girl, but then perhaps Steph deployed it enough that it basically countered it. Kind of like.. Um.. Force powers. Or the thing in Harry Potter. Yeah. That worked. But with Steph's immunity in force, Duela was happy to consider the other options, and yet she nodded along with Steph's idea that she wanted something original; She could understand that, and it was going to be a little more inventive and.. Well, Duela suddenly stumbled back onto the thought that it would involve dressing Steph, and getting the blonde's measurements, and.. And.. Duela stopped herself before she really did get a nosebleed, but grinned when Steph smirked in a perfect fashion and challenged her; "Oh, it's on like freakin' Donkey Kong now, Batgirl," Duela retorted with a sharp grin, "I'm gonna dress you up like no-one's ever dressed you up before."
If she could hold back the nosebleeds and spasms that she threatened to let loose every time she even thought of Steph wearing not so much so Duela could measure her. Again, with some good fortune, they'd moved onto a somewhat lighter subject, or at least one that didn't threaten to turn Duela's embarrassment into some kind of ritual that they had to go through every few minutes or so; "It's not.. I don't.. I think he might be.. Gone now. I don't even know," she murmured, tapping the side of her head with her knuckles slightly as she added "Not everything really adds up, up here, so.. Yeah. I'm looking for answers more than anything else, I guess. And..." she brightened slightly as she took Steph's hand again, "That definitely means I want my new bestest bud on hand. Lord knows what's lurkin' in that ol' spook shack," she declared brightly. It.. Well, it was definitely easier to be a little brighter when she thought about Steph. Having her friend on hand would make whatever she found easier to deal with - if there was anything to find at all...
Big 'if', there. She didn't even know if the old mansion still existed any more.
Beating the tar out of the baddies once both of them had dropped in - and in both cases, perhaps caused some permanent damage to the thugs they'd landed on - Duela was careful enough to keep out of Steph's way. Sure, she wasn't as well trained as any member of the Bat-Family, but she'd been doing this long enough - since Nightwing had been Robin, near enough, she'd boast - that she knew enough about keeping out of everyone's way when they were rocking the Bat-Fu or whatever the fighting style was. She might be a little bit silly, after all, but not even she wanted to walk right into a kick or a punch from Steph, even though Duela was entirely certain it would provoke the sweetest reaction from the other girl and probably some offers of kissing it better. Continuing to watch the blonde even as she continued to clobber the thugs coming at her with her cane, Duela nodded with a broad grin as Steph proposed teaching them some manners. She couldn't possibly hope to rock the same moves or amazing flexiness shut up it was totally a word now because Duela was gonna sneak it into the Oxford Dictionary Riddler-style, so she promptly stowed her cane and withdrew what looked like a fancy slingshot from where it had been tucked in a belt loop on her back; Not a simple 'Y' shaped piece of wood with some rubber attached, it was a custom design made of lightweight metal, in a green that matched her hair. Fishing around in one of the little pouches she carried, Duela retrieved a handful of her marbles, and promptly loaded and shot at the remaining thugs.
That she hit him in the teeth when she'd meant to hit him in the chest made her wince slightly and she looked to Batgirl with a distinct 'oops' face before she tried again and hit him in the knee, the tiny explosive probably breaking a bone. Or two. "This's harder'n it looks," she grumbled, launching off another round and successfully planting it right in another thug's chest, knocking him on his back and out cold. "Booyah!" Duela declared, before she waded back into the fray with a kick to the chest of the thug currently wailing about his teeth and knees. "Call me crazy, but I think these silly boys are gonna get the point without us lecturin' them on manners."
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Post by Batgirl on Jun 18, 2013 15:42:35 GMT -5
Frankly, had Steph known for sure along what lines Duela was thinking, she would have resembled a hyena with how hard she would have been laughing. Cackling even, cackling with a possible side order of maniacal… ness. Or something. But luckily she didn’t, because that would not have been dignified and Steph did always try and treat the hallowed mantle with which she had been bestowed… Nah. No she didn’t, but really this was not the time for howling like a hyena. At all. Nope. It was bad enough that she’d said what she had said. In any case, the only time she wanted to resemble a hyena was when she was watching Lion King and the hyena song started. And that only ‘cause Jeremy Irons had a voice to die for.
Suddenly aware she was humming under her breath, and no prizes for guessing what either, Steph returned her attention to what Duela had just said. Thus she was reminded that the greenette was just as capable of dancing from randomness to randomness as she was and it was almost as cute too. It was a bit confusing too, because where had Steph said she liked getting hit anywhere? Because she didn’t at all, except that her whole point was that she probably wouldn’t even feel Jordana punching her. So she didn’t like it and, though Steph was pretty sure she was way too kinky for Timmy, that was definitely not one of her kinks. Being hit by Jordana, that was.
Though she had often imagined getting a faint tingle of satisfaction if she ever got to dangle the other girl upside down off the roof of the… oh, she didn’t know. Tallest building on campus? Yeah, that’d do.
”Jordana,” She informed Duela after she had finished wondering where in the name of sweet Stephanie Georgia Brown that lot came from, ”Has all the bicep development of the average damp noodle. I don’t want her punching me – mostly because she’d probably hurt herself - but she seemed a good example of non-painful hitting. As opposed to the species Gothamicus Thuggicus, which like to try taking heads off.” Was this what she was like most of the time? Did she need to apologise to Babs?!
…
Nah.
Moving on, it was so very on, as Duela said. Though Steph kept grinning at that, because, hey, Babs had dressed her up in this very same Batsuit that she was wearing this very minute. Duela had, well, some way to go on those lines, she definitely did. Possibly best not to tell her though, because she might feel she had to design a new Batsuit and Steph was still really fond of this one. And still hadn’t worked out what all the input and output jacks did. But that was her Babs for you, always ahead of the curve. ‘Twas awesome!
”I look forward to seeing whatever you come up with,” She said instead, sweetly. And she did.
In the meantime though, there was the slightly more pressing issue of this trip to this house Duela wanted to do which was fine with Steph, even if Duela was clearly way happier to involve other people in her family messes than she’d ever been. God, the last thing she ever wanted was her friends to know exactly what the Cluetwit got up to sometimes, even if she didn’t mind if they knew the basics. Still, if that’s what Duela wanted, then Steph would definitely be along for the ride. ”You can count on me,” The blonde assured her.
And then they were fighting and talking came a distinct second to tactical awareness or that was Steph’s line if anyone asked, because she talked as automatically as she breathed, the chatter just coming regardless in those moments when she was focused. And ooh. Explosive marbles.
Nice. Steph want.
In the meantime though, she had the heart to wince as the thug’s teeth and then knee took the receiving end of those, wondering if Duela was just feeling mean or if she’d missed. Third time was the charm though. On a different thug, leaving Duela to curtail the screams with a kick.
”Thanks,” the blonde dropped in casually, pulling out another batarang and hurling it into the chest of another goon. He promptly jerked around like he was having a seizure as Steph smirked at Duela. ”Tazer-rang!” She declared in much the same tone as Duela had declared ‘booyah!’ only moments earlier.
She promptly followed it up with a volley of three more batarangs hurled into another thug simply because Steph did love her some batarangs. ”Then you’re crazy. ‘Cause who said anything about lecturing? I’m pretty sure I said ‘knock’. Didn’t I say knock?”
The last was addressed to another thug, shortly before she ensured the lack of a response with one of her patented right roundhouse punches to the face.
Steph dusted her hands off. ”He agrees, it was knock.”
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Post by Duela Dent on Jul 7, 2013 15:01:40 GMT -5
It probably was an especially good thing Duela hadn't said anything about her theories on secret identities in Gotham City; She could be a little bit out there and spacey, for sure, but she didn't want to be branded an idiot or whatever by the other girl, and.. Yeah. The theory about Gotham not actually having a daytime was cute, and quirky and it fit the very.. Well, Manic Pixie Dream Girl thing Duela could rock better than Deschanel on her best day, but it sounded outright ridiculous at best and cause for Duela to get locked up and examined at worst. So.. Yeah, she was totally glad she hadn't just warbled out that 'theory' - oh god, she was putting marks around it now as evidence of how dumb it was - but she still grinned, slightly bashful, when it was blatantly obvious that she had gotten the wrong end of the stick when it came to Steph talking about getting hit by Jordana - who, more and more, Duela was tempted to hunt down and hang off a building herself.
Not that Duela was overly mean, but it sounded like Jordana would at least deserve it; Or maybe she was just getting the wrong end of the stick again and Jordana wasn't nearly that bad. Regardless, Duela couldn't help but start giggling like mad when the blonde related that the girl had all the strength of a wet noodle - and because it was Duela, naturally, she began to generate a mental image of Steph as Batgirl actually having to fight a wet noodle. How would that work, I hear you ask? Like Clayface. Maybe less mobile and malleable. Duela mentally shrugged, not really knowing why the fourth-wall-breakage was happening, but didn't mind too much, still locked in a bout of laughter. "I think I'd rather fight the limp noodle than the Gotham breed of thug," she conceded. Granted, she could easily hold her own as she needed, no doubt, but.. Yeah, she was still having to deal with that ridiculous mental image.
Still struggling not to laugh herself into some sort of bodily disorder, Duela couldn't help but confidently grin - as much as she was restraining a nose bleed, practically, with the idea of working on Steph - when the blonde declared she was looking forward to whatever Duela came up with. The green-haired girl's grin turned into something of a grateful smile, there, pleased that Steph had faith in her to produce something awesome. And it would be awesome. Duela was going to make sure of that. That Steph was willing to come along and make sure she was okay when she was checking out her old family house was really touching, too; Duela really didn't know what to expect, there - she had no idea if the house was even still standing any more. It had been when she last visited, but Duela had chickened out, and her head had been throbbing. It was.. It was like every fibre of her being was urging her not to think about that and her dad, but she had to find out what had gone on eventually, and so.. Well, she couldn't help but smile appreciatively at the blonde. She could have said thanks, sure, but Duela didn't really feel it was necessary, since her appreciation was entirely, blatantly obvious.
That said, if Duela had the balls, no wait that was the wrong gender guts, then she would have hugged Steph and planted a huge kiss on her cheek by now, the girl was that awesome to her. And then Duela's sudden bout of guts would have suddenly, inexplicably disappeared, and she likely would have had to run off. Quickly. So quickly. As fast as her feet would carry her.
Once they were fighting, though, Duela was something of a tightly wound machine, taking down thugs with, if not as much ease as her partner in crimefighting, then not very much trouble at all, really. Duela wasn't one to crow or brag, but she was content with how well she could fight, even if she lacked the training of the Bat-Clan. She was maybe a little bit out of practice, but hey, you try using a slingshot in a adrenaline-fueled situation like this and tell Duela how you do, huh? Like Steph, she'd still winced when she'd missed - twice - but not to the point where she was distracted. A grin returned when Steph corrected her, and once Duela had hit a suddenly retreating thug in the back of the head, sending him face-first into tarmac, Duela sighed with relief as their numbers were cut down to the last two or three.
"My bad," she remarked when it came to Steph and her knocking sense into them, ducking an overly ambitious swing from one of the thugs before she grabbed his neck and pulled his chin down into her rising knee. With the situation finally in hand after that one, and the legion of mooks grumbling and crying for their Mommas, Duela grinned at Batgirl and brightly remarked "Finally. That was starting to feel a little too.. Streets of Rage-y for my liking," and given the general number of the thugs, she wouldn't have been best surprised if they had just been spawning from off-screen.
Oh boy. She had a wacky theory forming again....
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