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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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.

He held out a vile "Thats it" he said, sinking so low in the seat he was actually in the footwell. "I think they had some other bad things in that place" he murmered. "cause I have a headache" he murmered looking at her with big blue eyes. "And the bat is gonna make me suffer over this" he sighed.

She takes it carefully, then looks at him as they arrive to the street, and she parks.

"Bruce is finding this as difficult to deal with as you do," she said. "Now sit up and buck up. At least you still have your powers. I'm afraid Nightlife and Bruce have even lost those."

Bruce turned around from the window, going back up to sit on the counter, feeling like he could think better when perched up like this. Okay, so maybe it wasn't the top of some high gothic building, but whatever. As amusing as it was, his adult side came back with some serious questions. Of course, what were they going to do now? Not only were they back at square one, but they got Superman involved, too. That now put Metropolis in danger, and maybe even the world. Your fault again. You told him to come here. He bit his lip, the look on his face was incredibly stormy.

He sighed "Yeah, big compensation" he pouted. "Uncontrollable superhearing and more strength than I know what to do with, lucky me," he sighed "Be nice to be 'normal'" he said "And I don't want to buck up" he said

"Well you have no choice, as none of us do. Bruce is not dealing well with his loss of size and power, andNightlife has already suffered due to the same," she said severely. "We'll have all three of you right as rain soon enough, now stop pouting."

Back in the room, Katalyn stirred slghtly, opening her eyes.

"Dr. Leslie?" she frowned, looking around fearfully.

Bruce looked up from his perch on the counter, kicking his legs against the doors below. "She went to pick up Superman. He's...had a little mishap." A smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

Superman's lip trembled "Ok fine" he pouted getting up and out of the car. Although his mind went in the direction of home and "Oh man I'm going to be in so much trouble when I get home........"

She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

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Katalyn blinked, then shivered and curled up before she glanced over at the food. Her stomach ached... or was she nausious?

"I... don't remember getting here," she frowned.

"I got you here," he said, bringing up his knee. He motioned his head towards the food. "Why don't you eat something?"

Sighing softly he said "Ok, ready to face him I guess"

She smiled, then out and lead him inside, only to find Katalyn blinking.

"I don't want food," she said softly, then shook her head as Leslie came in. "My stomach hurts."

"That's probably because you're hungry, miss," Leslie said. "Go on, eat."

As soon as Clark entered, Bruce let out a, "Bahahhahahha-HA!" He couldn't help it, he started giggling uncontrollably. He had a recent conversation with Clark about him being too 'tight', as it were, and maybe turning into a kid for a little while was just what he needed.

He crossed his arms across his chest, scowling and counting to ten before reacting. He reacted by stomping his foot and saying "I HATE YOU!" he whined.

"Bruce, Clark, cut it out," Leslie snapped, then went over to Nightlife and checked her tempurature before she sighed.

"We should find you some clothes that aren't so... inconspicious."

Of course, Clark's reaction's just made him laugh even more. He snorted and tried to keep it in, not wanting him to get so mad that he'd punch him out or something right through the wall. The exertion made him turn rather red and he sputtered. "You were there like all of five seconds! Hahahahaha..."

He was still trying to catch his breath from the refreshing laughter, and he shook his head at Leslie. "Nuh-uh. I want to wear this." He felt safer in it, anyway, he still had his weapons on him. If he dressed up as a regular little kid, he'd feel even more vulnerable.

He snorted in annoyance, arms crossed over his chest "Want me to kick you into next YEAR?!" he snapped. "Thats it I'm going home" he muttered turning to go back out the door "Maybe the fortress will...... whoosh my back to my normal state"

He found it blocked by a very stern looking Leslie.

"Sit," she said, shaking her head at Bruce. "Stop acting like a child, Bruce. You're in the same position he is. And none of you should go anywhere until we can be sure there's no more harmful side effects. And I fear if you stay in those silly costumes you'll only be attracting attention to yourself, which I have a hard time believing any of you want."

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