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 didn't realize how hungry he was when he dove into the sandwiches, he supposed his metabolism was much different with this body. Within a few minutes, they were gone. He blinked, and then looked slightly embarrassed at the hankering he was getting.

"Uh, Leslie? This is really embarrassing but...I think I want a cookie."

Superman was soon in a lab looking around for the chemicals and scientists. "Maybe they saw me coming" he murmered as he started a search. He smiled softly to himself, batman had been kind of cute as a little kid, made him think of children, superbabies, and supergrandchildren. He smiled wistfully, before his mind wandered down the path of superfunerals.......

"Now Bruce, you know cookies aren't healthy for you," Leslie said sternly.

Then she paused, sighed, and smiled, going to her drawer and pulling out a secret stash of giant, homemade oatmeal cookies from the best bakery in Gotham. "Well... perhaps this once. One for you, one for Nightlife... and one for me." She handed him his and put Katalyn's with the food she'd set aside for her, then smiled and ate a small piece of her cookie before putting it away.

He smirked at his own delight at getting a cookie. Ah, for the simple things in life and as a child that he'd missed, without even remembering or knowing that he in fact, missed them.

"Thanks," he scarfed the thing down in an instant, recognizing the taste where it came from.

Superman perhaps should have been paying more attension, but thanks to the fact he wasn't he hadn't see the men sneaking up on him, he hadn't even heard them coming. So he hadn't been able to avoid the fight. It was fast, he'd made the mistake of using heat vision on one of the mens guns causing it to misfire rather than just heat and fall, the bullet sailed through the air before hitting a chemical vile, setting off a train reaction ending in an explosion that rocked the ground around the super hero. And all though only for the briefest moment, supermans' light went out.

Leslie jumped slightly as a huge thud, like an explosion, went off.

She started, then hurried to a window as the lights flickered.

"What on earth?" she stared.

"It's him," Batman groaned, wiping a thread of crumbs off of his mouth. It felt weird, he was used to his chin being full of stubble by this time in the morning, especially with his lack of sleep lately, and this was so smooth. He jumped off the counter and went to the window too.

"Is it anywhere near us? Cause if it's far that's a pretty big explosion." He was itching to go outside and on the rooftop but he highly doubted Leslie would let him hear the end of it.

Superman stood by the phone head hanging down looking pitiful, on his way to the call box he'd already been stopped three times asking if he needed help. Being asked for help in gotham? Said it all. He picked up the phone and called Bruce, he really didn't want to see him.

Leslie looked up as Bruce's communicator went off.

"This can't be good. If that's Superman you tell him I'll be there. You need to stay here and make sure Nightlife is alright when she wakes," she said sternly.

Superman asking for help indeed, he had a sinking feeling from that explosion.

"Yeah, I know. Leslie's coming to pick you up," he said wryly, touching the side of his cowl where his communicator was. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. If Superman was indisposed? They were in for it.

"NO NO" he said quickly "I'm fine......" he lied "Uh, I just, uh, I got that sample for you, uh destroyed the labs....um, scientists ran sorry, but I got you a sample, I'll fed-ex it to you or leave it on your doorstop or something but seriously, DO NOT come get me"

"Tell that stubborn little indestructable to stay put. If he's a child he should be with you and Nightlife until the serum is made," Leslie snapped, getting her coat and keys.

"Look, Clark. She's comin' to get you, don't move and don't go anywhere." His voice was a tad exasperated. "We need to stick together and all that."

"No no no" he said again "I'm fine all good, honest" he nodded despite the fact the bat wouldn't be able to see. "Besides if I was a child again, I, well come on, me? I'm superman like I'd be affected....?"

Leslie got the location, then went to the door. "Stay put. If Nightlife wakes make sure she stays inside to. I'll be right back," she said, then left.

"We'll be fine," he assured her, and set to look out the window again to see if he could see anything. A grin broke out on his face, thinking about what happened to Clark. Sure it was disastrous, but amusing. Not that he'd admit that.

Superman is sitting and pouting at the curb. "Who do they think they are to boss me around" he grumbled to himself.
He hadn't exactly liked being a kid the first time around, second would be hellish. "Could go home......." he pondered "Might get there before they get here........"

Leslie stopped the car in front of him, shaking her head and rolling down the window.

"In, Clark, now," she said, her voice allowing no room for dissagreement or protest.

A pair of bat-binoculars were peering out of the window, a little kid smirk underneath them.

"This is so embarrasing" he muttered opening the door to get in, accidently pulling it off in the process, his lip trembled "Sorry"

"It's alright," she sighed. "Get in and fit it back on...."

She waited for hm to get inside, then sighed. "We need you with us, young man, in case there are side affects yet to be presented. This is no time to be vain or egotistical."

The bat-binoculars were quite visible in the morning light if Supes looked back at the clinic, and he might hear a snigger or two.

Superman put the door back on crossing his arms. He looked at her "I hated being this age first time let alone again" he sighed. He glanced the way of the clinc before sinking low in the seat. "I want to go to the fortress........ can't cause harm there"

"You'll be fine," she said, looking over at him. "Just focus on the control you had as an adult. And you won't have ot do this for very long. As long as you have that sample reversing this should work."

He glanced over at Katalyn, a smirk still on his face, thinking it was a pity that she was missing all of this.

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