batwomans_gotham

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Escape!

Katalyn ran down the street, panting as she hurried, skidding to a halt in a dead end alleyway she froze, then looked back at the pair of thugs coming after her.

Looking around she quickly grabbed an old pipe, holding it up.

"Leave ma alone!" the tiny girl said feircely.

"Oh ho, look at that," one of the thugs snickered, nudging his buddy. "Little girl has a weapon."

"Better be scared," his partner snickered. Then he shook his head, then advancing on her. "Seriously, sweetie, just put the pipe down. We'll make it a lot better for ya if you jsut come without a fuss."

"Like @#%$!" she screeched, lashing out quickly.

The man screamed, toppling over.

"My knee!" he bellowed.

"You little @#%#^," the other man screeched, reaching for her and grabbing the pipe as it swung again.

Katalyn's eyes got huge, and she started to squirm and kick at him, desperately re-reaching for her powers, which were still not working when she needed them to.

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"Then why don't you go after chicken legs if you wanna help so much?" Kat growled, a glint in her eye as she snatched the handcuffs, cracked her makeshift weapon ovr the guy's skull, and grunted as she rolled him over and put the cuffs on.

My eyes narrowed further at seeing the intensity at which the girl ensured that the guy was taken out-if he didn't have any brain damage before, he did now!-but I couldn't do anything about it now. She had a point; this guy did have a partner.

"Stay here and wait for the cops-and then we're gonna have a talk on how you apprehend criminals without endangering their lives." Before she could even reply back with a retort, I was already heading down the alleyway, pinpointed in what direction 'chicken legs' had run off and was hot on his trail in seconds.

Katalyn blinked, but pouted and sat on the man's still form, kicking him once more in the ribs as she waited.

It hadn't taken me long to catch up to the fleeing guy and perform a running tackle on his legs, bringing him down within seconds. Though him hitting his head on the garbage can was a complete accident and was something I hadn't expected.

"You're under arrest...!" I announced to his semi-conscious form while pulling out another set of cuffs and securing him with them. "You have the right to remain flat on your stomach-or on your back, if I decided to flip you over. If you deny yourself this right, or try to get away, I'll have to give you a concussion like your friend has."

At noticing the police arriving, I pointed toward the alley in which the girl and the other guy were at. "You do have the right to an attorney, but by the time he gets here you'll already be behind bars and awaiting trial for attempted robbery and attempted assault of a young girl."

I finished my updated Miranda rights as a police officer came by and took one of the two assailants away. That task taken care of, I went back toward the alley as fast as I could.

Katalyn looked up crossly, then took the paper from the notebook, which she'd been scribbling in the whole while, and gave it to him.

"Take that to the police. It's a list of names of girls these @#%#$^@# have assaulted and beaten in the last two years, and thier parents' names. They'll testify against these creeps," she said, sticking the notebook back in her small sidebag and carefuly rearranged her mask.

"Save the lecture. I didn't kill him, and I wasn't gonna," she said, climbing off the man and spitting on him before she looked around. "Besides, I don't got time to hear Bat's sidekick try n' sound responsible."

My eyebrows rose a bit at reading down the list of names of girls. They'd been doing this for two years?! And no one had been able to do anything about it?

"Thanks..." I began, but stopped at hearing her brief explanation about a would-be lecture. My eyes narrowed behind my mask at a certain comment being heard within my vicinity.

"Partner, not sidekick. And, I can be just as responsible as anyone else." Putting my staff away, I held onto the paper while eyeing her one last time.

"Try and stay away from dark alleyways next time." I advised as I headed to where the police were at, information in hand.

"Sidekick!" she said feircely, hurrying back out and snatching the paper, writing a little more in a sloppy, nearly illegible script of a child with no formal schooling. "And they've been doing this for longer than two years, but I didn't know about them till now. If the cops put out a call they might find other girls, who'd be older by now, but might still interested in proving how little these guys deserve to live at all."

"And I have to go in dark alleys now, before I get old again. These two wouldn't have come after me if I hadn't been alone and little. That's why I couldn't catch them before."

"Partner." I corrected, a slight tone of irritation in my voice at noticing her snatch said paper from my hand. "And how am I gonna give that information to the police if you've written nonsense on it?"

Despite the way this girl was acting, I couldn't help but be curious. "How did you get young like that, anyway?"

And does it have anything to do with how Batman turned young...?

"Batman was careless when he beat up a mad genius guy and made us both little," she said, finishing, then making a face. "It's not scribblin', it's writing you dumb bird!"

She stuffed it back in his hand, then shook her head. "You're a sidekick. Too little to be a partner. Besides, you never give orders. Batman does. You're like Batboy."

"How do I know you weren't the careless one?" I asked, figuring I could get a bit of payback on the girl, just once. "If I'm the dumb bird, why did you need my help putting a stop to those guys' plans?"

Rolling my eyes behind my mask, I gripped the piece of paper with my hand before putting it in my belt. "You've never seen me with the Titans, otherwise you'd be eating those words right now. And, Batboy's not here; I am. Think about that."

"I guess I was, 'cause I'm the one that let Batman hit him," she said, glaring. "And I didn't need your help. I've been on the streets on my own since before you were born. And don't go boastin' 'bout Batboy, he was a great man, you didn't know him and don't got a right to talk 'bout him."

"And since you don't know me, you don't have a right to talk about me!" I exclaimed, my irritation with her close to reaching it's boiling point. She reminded me of Conner a little too much, before and after she'd turned young.

"I'm not boasting about Batboy or anyone-I'm just doing what I was trained to do. And I think I do a pretty good job of it."

"I've heard plenty about you. You seem like another verse's rp off of Batboy. But I guess in one world's Bat has to be better, his sidekick's gotta stink a lil' more," she humphed, poking him in the chest.

"How do you know Batboy's not the ripoff of me?" I retorted, clenching my fists a few times before unclenching them. Anger had no place here; if Batman were still around, he would be the first to say as such.

Though as I grabbed hold of her wrist with my hand and held it away from my chest with little force, I told myself that I wasn't about to let her antics rile me.

"Don't assume who's better and who isn't. We're equals. Just like your Batwoman and Batboy."

"Let go of me!" she grunted, pulling away and then instinctively kicking him in the shin.

"You're just dumb!" she sputtered, thrown off by the physical contact she still wasn't used to. "And... and insecure 'cause you are a sidekick! You're not even out of puberty yet! How could you compare to the Batman? You can't!"

At the kick to the shin, I held back a scream since that would undoubtedly attract unwanted attention; I did release her, though-after eyeing her with a Batmanesque glare first.

"Trust me when I say that I can compare to the Batman! The question is can you compare to Batwoman? With the way you handled things before, I'd say the answer is a big, fat no."

There were a few things that I was indeed insecure about-where I stood with Batman wasn't one of them.

"I never wanted to be Batwoman or compare to her! I ain't a hero, I just deal in information and stop a bad guy every once in a while!" she growled, kicking him again, angry with him for no obvious reason. "And I ain't never killed anybody, I've never done anything that bad, ever! Even to the people who really deserved it!"

Silent as I listened to her brief explanation, even while momentarily dodging her second kick-yeah, I didn't feel like getting kicked twice today by someone who'd attempted to put me in my place-, I crossed my arms before responding back.

"Have you tried to figure out how to return yourself to normal yet?"

"I've got leads on the scientist," she said, grumpy with missed foot. "I'm gonna find him soon. But Batwoman's already working on the cure herself."

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