batwomans_gotham

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Two days had already passed since Bruce had seen Katalyn, and it was safe to say that he was seriously worried. She should have at least contacted him, let him know she was okay, even if she wanted to be alone. So now he was at her home, not finding any sign of her presence for at least 48 hours. He crouched in the dark little home, pawing through her things, looking for anything, any clues that would give away even the slightest hint to where she could be.

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Katalyn blinked, the cool, fresh air rousing her again.

"Batman," she moaned, fingers scratching at the chest of whoever was carrying her. "Get... Batman!"

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Joker gasped, face draining as the kick caught him a little lower.

He stopped fighting for a split second, and suddenly a tiny orange ball hit him in the face, meowing and hissing and scratching at him.

He gave a thunderous yowl, then grabbed the orange thing and winged it away, eyes bugging in indescribable pain.

Released, he fell down, taking a moment to just gasp for air, seeing spots in the darkness. He heard the meowing, surprised.

"Way to go, Bat-cat." He reached into his belt and pulled out a smoke pellet and tossed it at the Joker, as well as shooting a grappling gun right at the man's feet, hoping to tangle him and trip him up. If he ran now, he'd just end up making it worse for the rest of them if they got holed up in this lair. He had to end this fight and then make a break for it.

While making my way toward freedom, having my chest scratched didn't hurt as much as it was somewhat irritating. Would a 'thank you' be too much for her to say?

"That's the plan." I replied, putting her down and heading back the way I'd first came in to begin with. If I knew Batman like I knew the back of my hand, all I would have to do was phone in the police and handcuff the Joker-again.

She gazed at him for a moment, them slumped and was out for good.

Meanwhile, down below, the Joker was flat on his back, still truggling for some sense of what was going on, and where exactly the most pain was coming from. And now he couldn't breath or most his legs. What was going on??

And then he lept up and attempted to jump right on the Joker's chest, hopefully to knock his air out of him and try and kick him in the head to knock him out. After all, he only weighed so much at the moment, why not try to use all of it?

While I made my way toward the room next to the burning room, I told myself that once I'd gotten to Batman and helped him out, I would make sure that Nightlife received immediate treatment.

"Hang on, Bruce...I'm almost there! Don't give up!"

Joker grunted as the air was knocked out of him, but he managed to grab hold of the boy's foot, turning and slamming on top of him as he hit the ground.

"OOF!" He saw stars for a second as he felt the weight slam on top of him, his head knocking against the ground. He knew there wasn't any time to lose as he tried to clear his head, tossing a batarang at the hand holding his foot and tried to scrabble away.

The instant I reached the room that lead to the one I was previously in, I grabbed the handle...

And frowned. It was locked!

"No way he could've had time to lock this one...!" I thought irritably to myself while I grabbed one of my lock picks and started getting to work. Time wasn't on my side, and I was rapidly losing much of it!

Joker ignored the pain. He was too mad to stop now.

"Your time's up, little Bat," he said, punching him in the face.

Pain surged through his face, as his head snapped back. He grunted, his head getting doubly dizzy now, and it cost him a scant few precious seconds to clear it before he could retaliate. He was starting to feel just a tiny bit scared again. He was going to die here, by the Joker, as a kid. He dizzily through another batarang at the Joker, too fuzzed out to think of any other tricks at the moment.

After working on it for a few seconds or so, I heard a click and hid a grin at my success; that could wait until later. I ran in at full speed, saw the trouble Batman was in and turned my run into a dive.

"Thought I was the pain in your ass, Joker!" I exclaimed as I tackled the Clown Prince of Crime and pulled him away from my mentor. As I got back to my feet, my eyes were narrowed in focused anger at the Joker.

This time, he wasn't getting away...!

"Oh, your little sidekick," Joker said, taking a backwards step. Alright, the Bat with his usally anoying abilit to fight, however small, and now the Robin....

"TICK," he boomed. Then he looekd at the Bat. "I want to finish you off uninterrupted."

"Robin," he blinked, feeling a sigh of relief. He was starting to get more than a bit worried there for a second. He shook his head to clear it, and wondered vaguely who the Tick was. Wait...there was that one cartoon way back when, it couldn't be...could it? If so, he wasn't sure Robin would be able to even take him. But this time, Batman had the ace up his sleeve. And he wasn't sure he could talk on Joker alone, not now. He needed Tim here.

"Dämmerung!" He yelled, knowing that she would be able to hear him.

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