http://dbattyones.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] batwomans_gotham2007-01-03 07:05 pm

Looking down (locked to detectivebats)

Katalyn watched as a mother and her young child, a tiny girl with golden locks and a dirty nose, made their way down the street, tryin to hurry in the light rain. Nightlife faded in and out of view, shadowing the pair as they hurried to the homeless shelter, unaware of their pursuer.

Suddenly the little girl tripped, and the young mother started, stopped, and tried to help her up.

"Quickly, Macey, quickly," she said. Katalyn understood her fear. It was too late at night in too rough an area for them to stop.

And, as the mother feared, they were caught. Katalyn frowned as a tall, homeless-looking man appeared out of an alley.

"Need some help?" he asked gruffly. The mother and daughter froze.

"N-n-no," the woman said, picking up her child.

"Too bad," the man suddenly sprang forward, grabbing the mother and roughly shoving her against a wall. The woman cried out, but the child screamed louder.

And suddenly two hands grabbed the man around the neck, choking him until he let go. Then Nightlife turned and threw him into a wall, satisfied with the crunch he made and the silence of his form. Then she turned and looked at the mother, who'd snatched her child, staring with wide eyes.

Ready to be robbed. Or killed. That's how it rolled in this town.

"Go," Nightlife said gruffly. "Two blocks down, one to the right. Carry your girl, the way is clear for at leave twenty minutes."

The woman stared, and Nightlife jerked her head.

"Go," she said. The woman turned and started running, and Nightlife watched, staring into the little girl's eyes as she was born away by a loving but hard struck mother.

She sighed, then looked at the lump.

"I outta gut you," she spat at him. He moaned, but didn't wake up.

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
A batarang flew out of nowhere and embedded itself in the ground next to Nightlife's foot. It was a warning, he had better aim than that.

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes." He was suddenly there, looking slightly angry. This was why he hated having so many loose canons well, loose in Gotham like this.

"This man has to be tried. You don't look like a Jury to me."

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
The man was tied up in a fluid instant, almost effortlessly. "That doesn't mean you have the right to kill him."

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Still am." He motioned his head towards a darker side of an alley, he didn't want to be around anyone, unconscious or not, talking about things of this nature.

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"No excuse." He stopped in the middle of the alley, a spot that could easily be escaped if need be and had a good vantage point in case they were jumped (highly unlikely, but one had to always be prepared).

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
He looked down at her, his face seemingly etched in stone like a gargoyle while she spoke, his jaw set hard.

"You think you are the only one? The only one who thinks that man over there, that filth, deserves to die?"

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"You're comfortable with killing." He hadn't seen her kill, yet, but with the way she talked about it. "You're either with us, or against us. And those who kill, are against us. That, and the fact that you don't seem to be on any side."

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
It looked like someone let the air out of his huff, or at least his posture became slightly less stiff.

"You have that right," he said, even though the tone was still as raspy and growly as it had been, there was more feeling behind it.

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
He was slightly surprised that she had taken off her mask, and learned about who she really was and even where she lived. She trusted him with that information, and she was an informant who knew the validity and worth of such words.

"Yes. I suppose we are." Without saying, she was a little closer to being trusted than before. Just a little.

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-04 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
He knew what she could do with that information, and all the bad things that could happen if he didn't or even if he did tell her, but that was the thing about trusting people. You had to trust them.

"She's...recovering. She's doing better."

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-06 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes." Gotham did need her, because he was getting a bit nutty juggling two Gothams at the moment. He still didn't trust Nightlife, but there was something more there, now. With time and perseverance, she'd get into the circle. A whole lotta perseverance.

"For your sake, I hope not."

And patience.

[identity profile] detectivebats.livejournal.com 2007-01-07 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
He was already gone by the time she finished speaking, maybe even before then. But he did hear her words. He would be looking up her information later that night, seeing if there was proof to back it up. Even who she was.