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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A dark hand reached from the shadows and lifted her by the back of the shirt, its mate popping a capsule under her nose and then covering her face so she'd be forced to breath it.

She squirmed, then went limp, right as a hand closed over her.

"Release the kid," the officer glared, hand on his gun as he glared at.... nothing.

A slender but powerful form separated itself from the shadows, the red bat logo on the chest of her bodysuit as plain as the streak of dawn rose that cut diagonally across her face. Dämmerung knew that there were rumors of the 'new Batwoman' going around, she wondered if this policeman had heard them.

"Freeze," the guns were out in a flash as the cops stood back.

"It's that Bat imposter," one hissed to another. The cop that had first spoken looked at the woman squarely.

"Release the child," he growled, glaring. "Surrender, and we can do all of this the easy way."

She did so, holding her hands in a non-threatening manner. "I suggest that you call the Commissioner."

The front nodded to one officer sa he grabbed his radio, then put the gun away and stepped forward carefully, taking the girl and frowning.

"She's wearing Nightlife's costume," he said, touching the golden blade-hiding bracelet on one arm, then backing away. "Keep your guns on her. The Commissioner's been wanting to talk to her. And somebody call and ambulance for the kid, ASAP."

"No ambulance. Und if he vants to talk to me vhy didn't he put the signal up?" Dämmerung's ears went back.

"Signal was disabled. Probably by Joker," he said, backing away and letting down the girl. "This girl needs medicle attention. I don't know what you did to her, but her hands are messed up bad. How do you get this @#%!@ mask off?" he growled, looking for the clasp that wasnt there.

"You don't. Leave it alone."

"She's a kid," he said angirly. "You can't expect us not to help. What did you put her through, anyway?"

"You vill help by leaving her be until I can bring her to her doctor." Dämmerung's ears perked toward the sound of an approaching car, then twitched slightly as she detected Commissioner Gordon's grumbling.

There was a helpless bit of anger, then "I won't... Commissioner!" the man stood and looked up as the Commissioner walked in, then looked at the girl.

"She's dressed like Nightlife," he frowned deeply, then looked up. "What's going on here?"

Dämmerung looked at the officers, then back to him, letting him know silently by her body language that she would neither explain things before these men nor leave the girl.

"Fine," he grumbled. "You, men, seal the perimeter, go question anybody you find."

"But sir-" the officer over Katalyn frowned.

"Do it," came the harsh order. The room was evacuated quickly, and the tall, gray haired man walked over, bending down next to her and checking her vitals.

"What's up with the kid?" he said first.

Dämmerung sighed, her shoulders drooping just slightly with relief as she emerged fully from the shadows and crouched next to the unconscious child. "She is Nightlife. Und she became angry that this meeting vas cancelled and struck at me."

"Nightlife is a woman," he said, eyes glinting, remembering the strange encounter he'd had. Very Bat-like, but more forboding and dark. A younger version of the Bat's informant mode, one unrestrained and boreline sinister, definetly angry. "She showed up a little while ago. Threw a list we could barely read at us and chewed us out good. Said she'd be in touch, but so far only the report eairlier of the two men including anything to do with her. I thought the Bat didn't stand for vigs."

"She vas, till she had a run-in vith a mad scientist type. Und she's not a vigilante, she's an information broker." Dämmerung gently tucked a wing under the girl and cradled her, then looked up. "Batvoman sends greetings."

"Yeah?" he said, only his eyes betraying the relief the new brought to him. "Well, speaking of information, the department's facing a serious lack of it. We were almost glad Nightlife approached us, but since she's incapacitated, we were wondering if you knew anything about the organized crime going on."

Dämmerung flicked her ears and considered, then gave him several tips that would help the situation overall. Non of them pertained to anything that he had suspected or had hints of. Just like her predecessor she aimed to keep him on his toes in that regard. (Brenda had told her that this was important to the image).

He frowned, then looked at the girl. "When are you getting her back on her feet? She was a little more helpful," he grumbled.

"Those leads are important." She stood, transferring Kat to her arms, then looked at him enigmatically and twitched her ears very slightly before tossing down a hard-folded piece of paper and then disappearing into the shadows as he watched.

"Yeah. I don't doubt it. But Nightlfe was giving us the scoop," he sighed as he stared at the thin air, then shook his head and picked up the paper. "If you're still here... give Batwoman my regards."

There was no reply, only his name written in familiar, painfully impatient but learned script on the paper. It was Batwoman's writing.

He frowned, reading it, then tucking it into his inner coat pocket and sighing before ducking out to check on his men and make some calls.

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