batwomans_gotham | (no subject)

The loud sound that cracked through the night immediately got his attention. Could be nothing. Most probably was something.

He flew through the air, grappling hook at the ready, twacking off the edge of buildings and catching air as his cape fluttered in the wind. It hadn't been a quiet night, for one thing, and the return of Spoiler was weighing heavily on his mind. It almost interfered with patrolling. Almost. Even if this wasn't his Gotham, he still had a duty.

His heavy boots landed on the edge of a rooftop as he peered into the alley. The noise had come from here. It had come from the crumpled figure below, and he just barely caught sight of a man running pell-mell in the distance, as if he had been frightened beyond all belief.

After all, he was quite good at doing that, and knew exactly the type of run and reaction a man would have against a...Bat.

He swung down and landed below, and peered curiously at the armored form below him. He was figuring, thinking, trying to analyze the suit before him. It was a mechanical marvel, just from the outset of it. And it had such a familiar feel to the way it was constructed. Female, too. Could it be the woman he had recently met in the cafe? He was still very wary and careful.

"You okay?" his gruff voice came out a bit nicer than usual. "You make that noise?"

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She neard him coming, teeth clenched in anger at this proof of yet another trespasser in her city. But then she blinks at the voice. "Batman?" Her own voice is as cold and emotionless as ever.

"I sent it away...." Her voice failed in the middle of the last word and she cleared her throat furiously. "To take the kid home."

It was getting harder to breath. She still couldn't see, but she found herself turning her eyes upward and toward the police station, even though Jim had stopped using the Batsignal after he'd informed her that she was becoming too violent for his tastes.

Wincing slightly, she slipped her gauntlets off, then started to try and get her hands to obey and press the catches that would open the rest of the armor.

"Have to hurry. Others'll have heard the horn," she rasped faintly.

It seemed to relax as it beeped, then rolled over toward where a padded table sat next to medical equipment.

There was a slender, black-clad figure standing on the very edge of the hospital roof, bare toes curled over the ledge as her thick black hair blew in the wind. She looked around as he landed, blue eyes bright in her white face. "Hey, Bats. Figured you'd show up here."

She rolled her eyes and whirled suddenly, her body language devoid of warning as her foot caught him in the rear and sent him over the edge and straight at the floating doorway.