batwomans_gotham | Can't run from me.....

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Can't run from me.....

She smiled, anticipating the moment.

The scientist was fleeing, but Katalyn was in front of him, not behind. He didn't see her because he was focused on the falling shadow of the Batman.

Sticking out her foot from the shadows she smiled, satisfied when he crashed to the alleyway with a yelp.

"You'd think a genius would have some sort of aircraft on his rooftop," she shook her head, muttering as she went to the fallen man as she coughed. "I mean please. Running from a Bat on foot is just stupid."

She reached down and grabbed his gun, trigged her left claw and sliced through it, then chucked it. "Hold still. The Bat's a second away," she laughed softly, golden eyes gleaming as she put a foot on the back of his neck. He made some muffled growl, but she only rolled her eyes, then looked up, grinning.

"Hey. There you are," she said. This was a good night. A very, good night.

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He absently petted the kitty as he frowned at her question. The presence of the little cat seemed to soothe his own nerves and foul mood just a little bit.

"Of course. Do you think I'm going to let myself stay this way?" He paused. "I mean ourselves."

She looked at him, and felt better about what had happened.

"Ok," she said, then peeked out again, listening to the voices from far down the tunnels. She tried to go shadow and go down to see, but she frowned and gaspeda little when she couldn't. Then she wuickly shut up and look over at him.

"If you wanna go now we have maybe ten minutes until the gangers come too close to leave here."

"Sure. And if they try to mess with us, they'll be sorry." He really meant it too, he frowned a little while still absently petting the little kitty.

She just shook her head, then opened up the hatch.

"C'mon," she said, jerking her head. "Quick."

He left the kitty, forgetting it immediately, gathering up his cape (which was kinda long for him) and dashing out of the hatch. His stance showed that he was defensive, on the ready, he had a batarang in one hand and his grappling gun in the other, just in case.

Katalyn kissed the kitten's head.

"You stay here," she said, then turned out the light, then slipped out and closed the trapdoor, landing beside him.

"This way," she breathed, pulling the kid after her, back the way they'd came.

"We gotta go, we'll go back to the alley," she said, then turned, eyes widdening. "Oh no, they're early. C'mon!"

"We can take 'em," he stood his ground where he was after she'd pulled him, his batarang at the ready. He felt kind of confused in his mind, his adult self was yelling at him to run with Katalyn but his younger self wanting to get into a scrap, wanting to fight. Maybe some part of him wanted to prove he was still capable even as a...little kid.

"You're an idiot," she near sobbed. "You can't fight them, let's go, they're almost here and they've got lights! We've gotta go now while it's still dark!"

For some reason her fear annoyed him even more, and he shook his head. "No. If they're terrorizing you and these people in this area, they have to be taken down. Kid or not, it's my duty." He reached in and grabbed an exploding batarang, and threw it at the gangs still hidden in the darkness. Their lights flew everywhere, trying to figure out what was going on. A few yelped "It's prolly Batman!" And the littlest ones scurried away, but the big ones, and the leaders, held their ground, and began moving towards the two kids quickly.

"There's too many!" she said, wanting to cry, but unsheathing her blades. She hated this. "There's going to be more coming-"

She stopped as the first wave of gangers hit them.

And then she found herself depserately fighting for her life, trying to watch the little Batman's back. But these guys were huge, seasoned fighters, and were laughing as they struck at her and the Batman.

With martial arts, size didn't matter. And he was getting a pretty good start, surprising the gangers and thugs with his furious attack.

"Kid's not half bad. Chu wanna be the Bats when youse grow up, little squirt?" A burly man laughed, and promptly got a sock to the gut and a kick in the pants. "Alright, that's it. No more foolin' round." He grabbed the kid's leg and held him upside down.

"Eerrraggh!" The small Bat yelled furiously, kicking with his free leg and swinging right and left hooks madly, though it didn't do much good. The thug held him up to his face and laughed, his breath smelled foul.

"Spirited kid. Don't know what's good for yah." The gangbanger flicked him in the head and he saw stars for a second. "I'ma let you and your little girlfriend heah go fer now, you made me laugh today and I needed that. Oh, and if youse needs more costumes, dere's an excellent store on 49th." He motioned his head to his men and they walked off, and he let go of the kid in his hands, and he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

"Katalyn," he whispered in a strained voice, getting up to go look for her.

She was currently curled up in a heap, sobbing and holding her broken arm.

She hadn't even noticed that the gangers had stopped beating her, after they'd gotten her arms they'd kept kicking her until she was down, thier hands grabbing at her and voices taunting her.

She was, to say the least, near out of her mind with fear.

A curse flew out of his mouth that was slightly shocking to see a little kid say. His eyes widened and he knelt down next to her, touching her arm lightly to see how bad it was off.

If he hadn't been so stupid and blinded and pigheaded by who knows what, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. They were insanely lucky. There could have been two little lifeless bodies here and that would have been the end of that. He had honestly and seriously thought he could take them, he had no idea what had gotten into him that had made him like that and it wasn't normal...or was it? There was a part of him that constantly put himself into harms way, maybe making up for...that.

Why did everyone he cared about always get hurt? He didn't even know Katalyn that long but there was something about getting turned into a little kid that made him trust her a heckuva lot more.

"Katalyn," he said in a slightly hoarse voice, surprisingly cold and emotionless compared to the little fireball he was not fifteen minutes before. "Katalyn, they're gone.

"Don't hurt me," she wept, gasping when he jostled her shattered arm. She still heard the ganger's laughter, and was still afraid of what they'd do after they finished beating on her. "Please... leave me alone!"

"It's me, Bat..." he sighed. "Bruce. They're gone, they've left already. Come on, let's get out of here, we can make it to Leslie's clinic, it's not too far."

She nearly slapped him, but stopped, then slowly came too her senses, still crying, but now a little more under control.

"Dr. Leslie..." she nodded, then looked around and trying to get up, biting her lip until it bled. But all she could manage was a stumble. She tried to go shadow, but that wasn't working.

"I can't," she whimpered, terrified.

He stared at her, blinking, even though his face had gone totally impassive, he understood that kind of crippling fear she just showed. It'd pass. Though if she really couldn't walk because she was hurt he wasn't sure how he'd be able to carry her.

"Anyway, like you said we don't have that much time." He folded his arms, waiting for her coldly instead of offering comfort.

She just bowed her head. Her legs, stomache, chest, and back were so severely bruised she could hardly feel anything.

Finally she managed to prop herself up with her good arm, and then got unsteadily to her feet.

"I need help," she whispered, obviously very unsteady, tears leaking down her face from the pain of it.

Just for a second, one could see the emotion on his face, the sorrow that he had yet again caused the harm of someone else, it was all his fault and he hated that. He felt like running after those thugs again just to get revenge for Katalyn's injuries. But that would only succeed in getting himself hurt as well and they'd both be stuck down here. Serves you right. You'd deserve to get hurt.

He didn't look at her, but he reached over to help prop her up so she could hobble along with his help. "C'mon. Lean."

She did so, then nodded, still shaking and crying.

"Twenty feet down, up the manhole, two streets to the left there's a back door in an alley," she shook, then struggled to keep up with him as they started.

He followed her directions, helping her along until they reached their destination. It was slow going, but he was patient (after all, it was his fault) and they eventually made it. If she faltered, he made sure to steady her but no words left his mouth, he was too busy brooding to himself.

Leslie, having been monitoring one patient and fixing up her office a little, looked up at the security monitor of the back alley, stunned to see two tiny children making they're way down. She blinked, saw how they were walking with purpose, and wondered if these were more innocents the woman named Nightlife would occasionally send to her. They were at her door, anyway.

"Oh dear," she said, hurrying out and freezing. What were two little kids doing out here, dressed as super hero's? And so beaten.... "Oh dear, you two, come inside at once," she said, putting her hand on the tiny boy's back and moving before she blinked at the little girl, who looked ready to collapse.

He looked up, old memories of actually looking up at Leslie coming back, and especially with them staggering out as kids in this neighborhood that had so much meaning for him made him stop, open his mouth, and his lower lip trembled a little, and he let go of Katalyn.

"Leslieeeee," he buried his face in her clothes with a sob.

"Good gracous!" she said, catching the tiny girl who fell with a cry. Then she froze and slowly pushed back the boy's cowl. She'd heard about the male Batman, and the cry was unmistakable, even if it was a little boy, not a little girl.

"Bruce?!"

He looked up through tear-blurred eyes, managing a nod, trying to contain his hiccups. A vague part of him remembered that this was highly embarrassing but the built up emotion had been suppressed too long and he buried his face in her clothes again.

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