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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.
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.
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"Raped three mothers in the past two weeks," she said softly, mesmerized by its gleam, but making no move to attack the man, instead looking up at the Batman. "Killed two. All with their children watching. And those are only I heard about. You'd save him?"
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"This man has to be tried. You don't look like a Jury to me."
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"You were pissed I let the theif go. The vig who took out the robbers and almost took a reward," she said.
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"Hey, I didn't even get there first. Robin stopped him, and Robin was there when I left. I had buisness," she said.
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"You think you are the only one? The only one who thinks that man over there, that filth, deserves to die?"
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"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.
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She sighed, then turned and took off her mask, watching him for a moment.
"My name's Katalyn. Katalyn Peir Not that it matters much, anymore. It was assumed I died at age five. Nobody knows me by that name anymore. I live with the dregs in the sewers. I'm not proud of it, but it makes my work easier. I have stolen before, for food, but I've never killed. I'm an informant and a spy, though I collect it all for myself more than anyone these days."
She sighed, her golden eyes partially sad, partially annoyed still.
"Now you know who I am. We're even."
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"Yes. I suppose we are." Without saying, she was a little closer to being trusted than before. Just a little.
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"Like I said, nobody knows that name. I have no records and no papers after my fifth birthday. Still."
She stopped, then looked at him.
"Batwoman... is she ever coming back?" she asked, watching him. She doubted he passed on her plee for forgiveness, but she wasn't going to pass this chance for information. For herself.
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"She's...recovering. She's doing better."
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"I hope she comes back, soon. Though I know she had it out for me, probably still does. Still... Gotham needs her."
She did see the thoughts flittering across his mind. "Weather you believe me or not, I'm going to tell you anyway. I'll never give up your identities, or her condidition."
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"For your sake, I hope not."
And patience.
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"You need information, I'll be around," she said, turning and taking out her grappling gun, fixing her mask. "Not that you'll trust me, but my information is always correct. Always. If you get stuck, I can help."
She fired the grabbling gun, satisfied as it struck something. Then she turned back, smirking slightly.
"Though Batwoman was always a great detective. I doubt you'll need help. Still."
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