batwomans_gotham | Looking for Prey

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Looking for Prey

Thick leather boots gripped the edge of the rooftop as a young man peered over a rough end of the city. The east end, in particular. With the awful blackout that occurred not an hour ago, he was pretty busy. There had been no sign of Batwoman, and he was very glad of that. He was not...afraid, per se, just very wary when working the same time she was. He assumed she was very protective of her territory, which included the City, and he wasn't going to simply stand aside and let her be the only one cashing in on the fun.

Hunter grinned, there was a very poorly organized bank robbery that he had just foiled and the bumbling idiots had no idea who they were up against. He was new at this vigilante stuff, but after all he had been around criminals most of his life, unfortunately, and was too trained to be a fighter. Martial arts was something of a hobby in school, but he had persued it seriously once he had gotten older. He knew he would need it, with the kind of people hanging around at home. His theories were put to practice, of course, once he decided to don the costume.

Ah, looters. Will they never learn? He double-checked his crossbow and threw out one of his nifty new grappling guns, swinging to the chaos below.

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That caused Hunter to whistle impressively again. "You gotta get me summa that. Nice. Okay, we're outta here." He turned to the door, ignoring the cries of the criminals behind him. The little shop was still empty, crushed glass all over the floor, but the riot outside, it seemed to be, was quelling down.

"Does that mean that we are going to be fighting beside each other again?" Spoiler smiled at him. She was glad the riot was quelling down, would be easier for her and Hunter to get those weird gems someplace safe.

Hunter grinned. "Dunno sweets, maybe. But first we gotta dump these shinies. If these guys back here," he jabbed a finger back. "Have any friends watching us or somethin', we hafta be careful." He wasn't sure some random thug would try and gank the bag whilst they were outside in the crowd, either.

"Lets find somewhere safe to dump the gems then," Spoiler nodded. "Any suggestions on somewhere safe?"

Hunter looked decidedly blank. He shrugged, making the heavy box-bag slip a bit. "A safe place...in Gotham..."

"I really do not know if the entry I used to use to get into the Batcave in my universe would work in this one," Spoiler quietly admitted. "But we could try it if nothing else comes up. YOu don't have any hide-aways?"

Hunter looked just a bit nigh of embarrassed. He was basically working out of his little apartment. He shook his head.

"I have a safe in the hotel room where I am staying. You think that will do?" Spoiler looked at him, privately wondering if she coudl trust him to take him to the hotel room. It would give a clue to her alter-ego.

He shrugged. "I hope so." Just a hint of worry. "It's not like anyone's gonna know how to find us, as long as nobody's following us."

"We will take a difficult route back, that only we could take." She smiled at him, pulling out her grappling gun. "You game?"

He pulled out his own, with a smirk. "Course. I'm always game." Of course now he had to do it with what felt like a ton of bricks saddling his shoulder, but he wasn't going to show weakness in front of anyone, not even her who was basically on the same side he was.

Spoiler nodded, and used her grappling hook to take her up to the rooftops of the buildings. She did not go to fast for him, he was after all the one carrying the stones, but she did make sure the path would be difficult for anyone else trying to follow. After several twists and turns, they were at the window to her hotel room.

She slid it open, and entered, then gestured Hunter to follow. It took a lot of trust on ehr part to welcome him into her alter-ego life like this.

He followed her closely, though it was harder going with the bag of swag (as he had come to call it). He ignored the growing strain in his shoulder seeping into his arm, he would bother with it later, but for right now these things were much more important.

Hunter totally understood what sacrifice she was making, trusting him with the location of her hotel and in fact who she was. He entered the window and dumped the heavy load onto the floor, creating a thump a little louder than he meant.

"Whoops. Hey, is the power back on yet here?"

Spoiler tested the lights, nothing, and pulled out a flashlight from ehr utility belt. "This will have to do. Luckily the safe is not electronic, it is just under the bed."

Hunter scooted the bag over with his boot near the bed, and bent down to peer at it. "Yeah, no one's gonna be lookin' fer it here. Wow, dusty."

"And even if someone comes looking for the safe, only we will know the combination, and we can take turns guarding it. Until we find someone to help us figure out what the heck these stones are."

"I have no idea where to start, either." His face scrunched up. "Oh wait, maybe we can bring one and pretend we're really studious college students coming back from some expedition and get to the museum, and ask onna the guys there to tell us what's the deal."

"To do that, we are going to have to trust each other without the masks."

"Yeah, I know." He sighed. Even though Spoiler seemed like a very nice gal, he had only known her for how long. It was an intense bit of time, to be sure, and in that time he was able to trust her with his life over and over again, but he had lived a life of not being able to trust even your most closest friends. And of course with his family's background, it was pretty inherent. But she apparently trusted him with the location of this room, and more clues about her personally even without taking her mask of at the moment.

Spoiler closed the safe, and then sat on the bed to look at him. "If it helps, I am not even from this dimension, so I would not know your alter-ego personally."

He nodded. "It's not like I'm someone famous or something." He smirked. "Can you imagine if one of us was like...famous and on magazines and on TV and stuff? I mean, at least if my mask gets knocked off it's not like they'd readily recognize me."

"Being a masked superhero is enough of fame for me," she smirks.

Spoiler took a deep breath, "okay. Me first."

She took off the mask, letting her long blond hair fall out and down around her shoulders. "I... I am Stephanie Brown. And from what I can determine, I do not exist in this Gotham. I have no idea how I got here."

She looked a little younger than he'd anticipated, what with all her experience and all, and he felt a bit self-conscious as he pulled off his own domino mask. This was taking a whole load of trust for himself as well.

"Wow. Well...that's a pickle in itself." He took a deep breath. "I'm Bruce Bertinelli. I do happen to exist in this Gotham."

"What is it about men named Bruce," Stephanie smiled to herself.

"All I know is that the Batwoman did not seem very happy to see me, basically told me to stay in civilian mode. So I could be on her bad side right now..."

He didn't get it, of course.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. I don't think I'm ever on her good side." He folded his arms across his chest. "But since we're all doin' the reveal your secret identity thing, let's start with the basics. How come you're in this buisness?" He was very curious to see if others' reasons were even close to his own.

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