A park in Gotham

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All was calm, all was quiet.

Then a black-edged portal sprang into existence over the duck pond and two people flew through. The black-haired girl surfaced immediately and swam to shore, laughing heartily.

"Stronghold, yer such a fragbrain!" she hollered after reaching the shore and bounding to her feet. "Ya know what ducks do in there?"

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[flying-strong.livejournal.com]

Will stared, mouth agape for a moment, watching the sudden explosion of violence. 'Is Gotham like this all the time?' he mused for a moment, before realizing that he ought to go in and help. A smirk breaking out on his face, he dashed in and smashed one of the thugs into the ground with more force than he should have.

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"Don't kill'im, ya dumb bastich!" She slapped him upside the head in passing, then planted her fist in the gut of a lanky blond guy and followed it with a knee to his forehead.

[flying-strong.livejournal.com]

He winced at the smack even if it didn't hurt too much, helping up his rather beat-up thug and dusting him off. The guy was unconcious and drooling, and he sheepishly dumped him in a pile before moving on to thwack a beefy, crow-bar weilding fiend in the head with his hand. He was trying to hold back, but the thwack sent him flying into an alley and onto some garbage cans with a huge CRAAAASSHHHH! If that didn't wake the whole neighborhood, he didn't know what did.

"Hey, I'm doin' the best that I can here," he muttered over to Mornbein before she could say anything.

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She reached over and gave him a fingerflick to the forehead, then ducked as someone swung a steel pipe and stomped the guy's instep with her borrowed biker boot.

"It's Batwoman!" Someone suddenly howled. "Run!"

"Heh." Mornbein watched them go.

[flying-strong.livejournal.com]

"Yeah...yeah, get out of here, you criminals! Stop doing...uh, bad stuff." Will winced and smacked his forehead. Wow, he really needed to brush up on that sort of dialog.

"Hey, not bad for my first time in the field," he murmured.

[anotherbwayne.livejournal.com]

He became aware of a sudden icey silence behind him as Mornbein smirked at something over his head.

[flying-strong.livejournal.com]

Will was almost afraid to look behind him, knowing without knowing what--or who--was there. Besides, that one thug said that she was coming, and he had to have a reason for saying that, right?

"Uh, hi! I'm a big fan!" he whirled around with a great big smile and a wave, not mentioning that he was more of a fan of the guy-version of his world, thinking it wouldn't be that appropriate for a great first impression.

[anotherbwayne.livejournal.com]

The nearly featureless faceplate of the red helmet managed to convey a blood chilling Glare as an icey synthasized voice uttered two words.

"Get out."

"Gittin." Mornbein whistled up a portal and dove through, calling, "Tell'er ya know 'er secret identity, weenie!"

[flying-strong.livejournal.com]

"Wow, I thought you'd be nicer or something," he said a bit sullenly, but remembered what he read in comics. "Or not. Okay, enough of the Saturday morning variety for me." He noticed that Mornbein was preparing to make a break for it.

"What? What are you--hey, wait! Wait, don't leave me here!" He tried to dash towards Mornbein.

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And nearly lost a finger as the portal snapped shut and vanished.

[flying-strong.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Man. Oh...crap." He stepped back from the portal, cluching his finger. Will stiffened, the full reality of the situation hitting him. If Mornbein didn't come back, he was stuck here.

In Gotham. Gotham...freakin' City.

How was he to get back home!? It was all because of that horrible cafe that kept appearing out of nowhere. Now it got him into this mess. Hey, at least it would make a great story. When and if he got back home, that was.

"Um...uh..." he turned around, knowing that the creepy Batwoman probably hadn't taken her hidden eyes off of him. "I don't suppose you can call up those portals too, heh heh?"

[anotherbwayne.livejournal.com]

A metalic red gauntlet closed on the front of his shirt and lifted him into the air till he was face to face with that terrifying mask. "What did she mean?"

[flying-strong.livejournal.com]

Will found himself suddenly staring into a very scary face. He thought better of breaking out of her hold, remembering what Mornbein said about metas, and just hung there in her grasp limply.

"Uh, uhm...she's a joker, that's all." His eyes widened. "Not a Joker! I mean, she's likes to joke around! Wow, I can't mess this up any worse, can I?"