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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2012 8:28:10 GMT -5
A Hand for the Mr., A Gun for the Mrs.
Story By: Peyton RileyHeroes: Batman, Robin III and SpoilerVillains: Catwoman, Mouse, Ventriloquist II and Scarface
Part OnePeyton Riley: For years The Ventriloquist was a major player in Gotham's underworld. A painfully shy man with a split personality, Arnold Wesker, enacted his criminal campaigns through his dummy, Scarface. Last year, broke and at rock bottom, Wesker was murdered in a plot by one of the crime bosses to gain control of the local rackets. But rumors have started to travel throughout the city between crooks that Scarface was back and that he was going to regain his control on Gotham crime. Whispers sharing that he is looking for people to work with again for mutual gains. As the word spreads mention of a gathering at the Iceberg Lounge is heard. That night assorted criminals and thugs are escorted into the banquet room for a private event. A slinky blonde in a rather revealing red gown is greeting people at the door and showing them to their seats at the tables, all of them facing the room's stage. Her hair is long and the style of it covers half her face. She smiles greeting everyone who enters.
Batman: -The batcave was quiet, the room was dark. A small flood light illuminated the area. The light splashed across Bruce’s face frozen solid, appearing to have been incased by icy within the cavern. He was still as his eyes stared blankly ahead, his hair slicked back with a shining coat creating a moist like appearance. An English accent would then speak.- “Defensive measures are activated sir. Ready when you are.” –Bruce was wearing a black short sleeve shirt, Batman’s leggings, and a helmet in his left hand. Both of his hands were covered by Batman’s gloves with a new attachment to his palm; a circular ring with a metallic chrome color to its design. “Are you sure this is a smart thing to do?” –Bruce ignored the voice of his second father, the sound of rumbling began to occur as machinery began to churn and spin around the dark room. Bruce slipped the helmet around his head and suddenly gunshots began ringing out towards him. Bruce waved his hand left to right, crouching, spinning, and slashing with his hands extended from his body. Bullets would begin reflecting back as the palm devices began reflecting and bullets into various directions based on the angle of his movements. The helmet would spark as a bullet struck him in the head, another would strike his thigh and shin, but Bruce continued swinging until the bullets stopped firing from the machine guns and the lights turned on to reveal the room.
“Defensive systems, disengaged.” –Bruce took off the helmet and looked around the room to see the ammunition rounds all over as twelve automated weapons fired at him and had barely struck him. The devices on his palms deactivated and Bruce turned around and left the test lab to begin removing the clothing and armor. Alfred promptly followed.- “Was it necessary to test those things out in a room like that? Risking your life outside here is one thing, risking it while you’re at home some might say is a little extreme.” –Bruce uncuffed the palm device and looked at Alfred.- “I’m not suicidal, Alfred, if that’s what you’re getting at.” –Alfred nodded.- “Is that so? What happened-…“ –Bruce would snap at Alfred.- “What *happened* is not your concern. I’m over it. Move on, Alfred…”Catwoman: A black dress, low cut in the front, almost distractingly so with slits on either side of her legs, up to her thighs made Selina Kyle quite the sight to see. Lips painted in her favorite red, and a soft comfortable lace mask covering her eyes she walked to the entrance of the Iceberg Lounge, four inch heels giving her elegant if not and air of almost dangerous stature as they clicked on the sidewalk in a sharp crisp sound. Her dark hair brushed against her shoulders, having been left to stay loose and comfortable and it stirred at the nights slight breeze. Pausing at the line at the door, Selina waited her turn to be greeted and seated by the blonde. Green eyes glancing around she was more than a little curious as to what exactly this party was going to be about, and wondered still, who was planning on crashing it.Peyton Riley: The blonde smiles as the dark haired woman entered banquet hall, her blue eye revealed by her curtain of blonde hair meets Selina's eye. "Welcome, the host is glad that you are able to attend." she takes a red gloved hand and offers it to Selina, guiding her gently towards a seat to one side of the room near the stage. she says kindly. "I love your dress, and your mask accents it perfectly." she smiles and seats the guest. She then makes her way back to the entrance to greet more guests. Her red stilletos making a brisk click on her way back, many of the guests in the room watch her as she leaves. She goes to seat the next guest, a large man with a shaggy beard, certainly not dressed for such a fancy affair leers at her openly. "Ahhwooo! now this is more like it!" he grabs her arm roughly and tries to cop a feel. She pushes him away and walks off to help another guest. Spoiler: Stephanie watched them enter through the tiny window, not so much the great and the good as the dangerous and the terrifying, almost a who’s who of Gotham crime families and the criminal glitterati, she was glad at least the company was too ‘illustrious’ for her father to be here. She tried to smooth down the short skirt, but it poofed up again, she should have told them, let them deal with it instead of coming here alone, the dress was tiny and hateful, and the heels were bordering on ridiculous, she wasn’t normally so self-conscious, wondering if it was the dress at all or the fear. She pulled again at the skirt, oh come on at least cover the stocking tops, or maybe it was just that the girl laying in the alleyway outside was a good 5 inches shorter than she was. ‘Come on Steph, just mingle, find out what you can and get out of here’. She picked up the tray and headed out towards the bar. She felt ridiculous. Batman: “Master Bruce…You can’t blame yourself...” –Bruce turned, his blue eyes held back water filling within them.- “I killed them, Alfred…” –Bruce’s lips buttoned as his chin stiffened as it had done many times before in preparation for a direct strike from a fist. Bruce sniffled while trying to maintain his cold exterior, his anger, frustration were pouring into emotion.- “It’s my fault, Alfred…Nothing will change that-…” “What’s your fault?” –Bruce’s eyes opened and he turned to see Robin standing with his arms crossed over his chest. Bruce growled.- “Where were you?!” –Bruce stood before Robin, his position was firm and his arms held at his sides glaring down at Robin.- “Gee, Bruce-…I…I just thought I’d go out while you were with your girlfriend…It’s nothing-…” -Bruce growled once more.- “You should’ve told me. You should've told Alfred!” –Robin took off his mask to reveal Tim Drake’s eyes narrowing at Bruce Wayne’s.- “Bruce, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again. I promise. Look, I found out that something is going down at the Iceberg lounge…A friend…uh…” –Bruce’s eyes didn’t leave Tim’s as Tim struggled to explain.- “…She told me about this thing going down, she wanted me to meet her. There.” –Bruce shook his head.- “Who is she?” –Tim shrugged.- “I…I don’t know…She calls herself Spoiler…She wants to help. Her and I were teaming up the past two nights. I’m not leaving you though, Bruce.” –Bruce sighed.- “Tim, I’ve already lost one of you…When you wanted to take up that mantle you agreed to listen to *everything* I say. Going silent and not telling me what you were doing until *now* is a breach in trust I had in you.”Catwoman: When it came to be her turn to be seated, Selina looked at the blonde, giving her a once over before smiling charmingly, accepting the offered hand and walked with her as she lead Selina to a table. Smoothing her left hand down her dress she inclined her head at the compliment and gave yet another smile, showing off her white teeth. “Thank you, your own dress is very beautiful.” Returning the compliment Selina sat and watched the woman walk away, her face turning serious for a moment as the smile fell away. To any on lookers, they would have assumed Selina already held an opinion of the woman in red, where in reality she had no idea who she was, and that bothered her. Rather informed on the underground of Gotham, Selina kept tabs of people, and it just so happened that the women in her field of work always grabbed attention. Her mind set on keeping an eye on the lady in red, as she watched her move away from an obnoxious man. Letting her green gaze sweep the room her eyes landed on yet another blonde, this time her serious face turning into that of a scowl. ‘Clothes are too small, like they were made for someone shorter, a bit sketchy considering she’s wearing a staff uniform. ‘ Selina noted, and watched how the men in the lounge leered at the girl. ‘Someone else to keep an eye on.’ Turning her attention to the stage, she folded her arms in her lap, the feel of her whip wrapped around her middle in her suit a bit comforting for a fast escape if she happened to need one.Peyton Riley: A thug grins at the Stephanie in her short skirt and waves her over. He is short, but dressed in a sharp suit. "Prima bella, the penguin certainly has an eye for talent. Such a beautiful waitress, and that hostess!" he grins at Stephanie. "I'll have a scotch miss." he slips some money into her hand, his fingers lingering against hers, watching her walk off. The doors to the banquet room are closed and the lights dim. The curtain parts as the room quiets down. There is one spot light on the stage. Backlit by the spot light it is hard to make out the grissled features of the man sitting on stool on the stage. It appears to be Arnold Wesker himself, with Scarface sitting in his lap. Scarface living up to his namesake, has a large cracks, radiating from his right eye. Dressed in a sharp pinstripe suit with a fedora. His siginture miniture tommy gun in his lap. The blonde, her job done, quietly makes her way to the side door that leads to backstage.Scarface's voice fills the hushed room. "Dere has been rumors dat ol' Scarface is dead. That I'm all washed up! Well, I threw dis lil' party to help put dose idle tongues to rest. As youse can see, my departure has been greatly exagerated." The blonde appears on stage behind Wesker as Scarface continues. "A'course dere has been a few changes made..." the woman takes Scarface from the old man and with a shove pushes him forward. As Wesker limply falls off the stool, he lands in a heap, clearly dead; the spotlight revealing that he has been decomposing for quite awhile now. The blonde sits on the stool and props her foot on one of the rungs of the stool, the slit in her red dress parting to reveal her raised knee and part of her thigh. she sits Scarface in her lap smiling a gorgeous grin, looking over the crowd of thugs. "But I know you'll agree dat mister Scarfaces is back and better den ever."Spoiler: Taking his money she felt his hand linger a little longer than necessary his finger gently stroking her palm, she felt a shiver, he was dapper alright and there was a charm to him, but she knew what he was, what everyone in the room was, and she was out of her depth More than anything she wished Robin was here, well not more than anything, she wished the Bat was here too, yes she wished that more. She curtseyed, just a little “Yes sir, on the rocks?” ‘Was that right? She’d heard that before right? That was right wasn’t it? Not shaken or stirred... that was something else?’ She shifted her weight uneasily the shoes were nightmare, she could walk in heels but these were ridiculous.. and platforms ‘Sheesh, at least the waitress had had big enough feet’, and then she nearly fell off them at the sound of the body hitting the stage, looking up and seeing the body, already in a state of putrefaction, the smell of him ripe in the air, it was all she could do to stifle a cry. Batman: -Minutes would pass and Tim Drake would shuffle through the doors of the Iceberg, wearing a tuxedo and his hair slicked back with a red carnation out of his breast pocket.- “Gee, Bruce…I feel like I’m James Bond or something. This place feels so much like a book or something…” “Keep your head in the game. Find your friend and get out while you two still can.” –Tim sighed.- “Alright…Alright…party pooper.” “I heard that.” –Tim gripped his fists and walked on in search for Stephanie when she suddenly stumbled at the sound of someone walking on stage, Tim’s arms wrapped around her to catch her.- “Whoa…Excuse me, sorry…” –Tim helped her stand up right before looking around for Spoiler’s identity.- “Excuse me, Miss….Has anyone been looking for a man my size with a red carnation?”
–Tim’s spoke before seeing Arnold Wesker.- “Arnold Wesker…He’s the Ventriloquist.” –Batman’s head perked up.- “Wesker? He died almost a year ago…Scarface’s gang hasn’t been able to recover since the Riley crime family assassinated him in a violent gang shooting…” –Tim spoke out loud to himself.- “You’re telling me?”Catwoman: The dimming of the lights caused her pupils to react as she looked to the stage, the lower level of light making her squint to see the man sitting there with the puppet on his lap. Brows furrowing she leaned on her seat, trying to get a better look then her eyes widened as she noticed that the puppet was Scarface sitting there, on the lap of one Arnold Wesker. “That’s…” Selina whispered the word “impossible” under her breath as she took in a deep breath to clear away the small shiver of nerves that ran up her spine, and that was when the smell hit her. Spine straightening in her seat, her hand moved to rest against her side, fingers clenching the whip hidden under her dress as Scarface began to talk. So distracted by the sight before her to even notice the doors opening at her back, Selina’s brows shot up in surprise as the woman in red moved onto the stage and nearly shot up from her seat as she shoved Wesker off of the chair and he dropped to the stage with a thud. “Jesus…” Hearing Spoiler trip, Selina turned her still wide eyes to the girl as she was caught by Tim. ‘A Robin?’ The thought seemed to be a buzz of noise in her head as she shook off the shock of what she had just scene, the grizzly image of Wesker’s corpse not settling well as she turned her eyes back to the stage, and the beautiful blonde holding the puppet.Peyton Riley: The scruffy beared thug jumps up as the room reacts to the corpse on the stage. "What the hell is this crap?! Scarface is a chick?!" Scarface's tommy gun lifts up and lets loose a spray of bullets, gunning down the wolfy thug, who fall's back with a gurgling moan, stumbling over his chair, bleeding out onto the marble floor.Scarface speaks with a growl. "Dat's for pawin' my girl Wolfman!" he turns to address the crowd of shocked criminals. "An' anyone who treats Sugar wit' disrespect gets da same. Ya gots me?" he gestures with his gun moving it in front of the crowd, they were all easy targets for that tommy gun. The blonde, Sugar, pulls a cigar out of Scarface's pocket. She looks familiar to Bruce and a few other guests, but nobody can seem to remember who she is. Sugar puts the cigar to her lips, and gets a lighter out of the same vest pocket she lights the cigar and takes a puff on it, getting it started. She places the cigar in Scarface's mouth and he addressed the motley crowd again "Enough of the small talk. Let's get down to business. Me an' Sugar have a no-fail plan to run dis city. Dere is just one problem. Dis city has gots a bat infestation and we can't have'im dogging our heels, ya know? But we know how da bat and his lil' birds work. I'd lay odds dat dey are probably here in da room right now.So that leaves me with one question, which one of youse is a phoney?"Spoiler: As Stephanie stumbled she felt gentle arms around her, she turned, her eyes widening with surprise and grateful recognition “Rob..!” it came out involuntarily, not loud but enough that the dapper man with the slimy touch heard her. She turned toward him, the tray hanging limply in one hand and leant on him to push him slightly further away “What are you doing here? I think this may have been a terrible mistake” She noticed his hair and touched his face “Cute suit though. Is HE here too?” It was strange how Robin could calm her, until the shooting began, and the cry she had stifled over the dead man escaped and her balance became to precarious, and she toppled bringing him down with her behind the table. She winced as they hit the ground winced again at the words coming from the stage. ‘Who was the phoney? Well more than anyone here it’s probably me She lay on top of him a moment, looking for the Bat, soo many people, she looked own at Robin again questioningly…’well?’ The tray was still in her hand, placing her free hand across Robin’s mouth she held it up to try and see a reflection of what was happening above table level. Batman: “Spoiler?” –He said in shock before suddenly he was gripped and shoved over. Tim’s eyes were closed as he moaned some his hand came to rub his head when his eyes opened to see Stephanie on top of him with a flush of red coming over his face. His body felt like it was stashed inside an oven despite the icy appearance of the floor, it was just as solid as marble. Tim groaned and reached to Stephanie’s shoulder to pull her closer to him.- “Stay down! I’ve gotta-…” –Glass would shatter as suddenly five smoke bombs crashed upon the stage and audience blasting the room forcing everyone to break out into a violent cough. Tim pulled out of his coat a mask that he placed onto Stephanie’s mouth and nose while he held his breath.-
-A thunderous clap would be heard as two gangsters guarding the back stage were suddenly thrown onto the stage head first crashing down with their guns clattering to the floor broken into two pieces. Batman’s white eyes narrowed at Peyton and Scarface. His entire body cloaked by the black smoke revealing only the horrific outline of his pointed ears and those eyes.-Catwoman: Selina didn’t look at the man who stood up and shouted, she didn’t look as Scarface turned his weapon on him and discharged it and the clear sound of stunned silence in the room as the bloody body of one unfortunate man smashed onto the floor of the Iceberg Lounge and for a moment she closed her eyes. Though what did catch her attention was the cry of fright from the blonde waitress as she turned her head quickly in time to see her tackling the young Robin behind a table. Rolling her green eyes to the ceiling at their reactions Selina stood to move to them then paused as the sound of glass shattering, looking back over her shoulder at the sound she stumbled back a few feet to put distance between her and the canister closest to her, quickly holding her breath and crouching down to get as far under the rising smoke as possible. ‘Damn it, Batman.’ He was far outnumbered in that place.Peyton Riley: Hearing the feminine scream and the ruckus as one of waitress stumbled and tackled a guest who looked rather baby faced for such a tough crowd, caught Scarface's attention. The tommy gun swiftly moved and focused on the, but before the trigger could be pulled there was a blast on the stage and it was filled with smoke. Scarface coughed roughly. "He's here! Where is he?!"The blonde stood up fast knocking the stool behind her onto the stage with a loud clap, coughing. "You'll have to plug them all Mr. Scarface!" She pulled a red silk handkerchief out of her cleavage and put it to her face, covering her nose and mouth to protect herself from the smoke. The tommy gun rang out as it swept the room blindly in the smoke. Sugar heard the sickening thumps of the two thugs who were watching the backstage and turned around, coming up face to face with the dark knight himself. Her eyes widened in fear.Scarface coughs and chuckles. "I gots ya now, Bats!" the tommy gun swings up and starts to fire at the Dark Knight.
Spoiler: Suddenly the room felt very different, the noise, the flickering light, the smell and the panic. She looked down at Robin, his eyes closed, his mouth closed against the smoke and she felt the urge to kiss him, even then, and then the feeling instead of wanting to protect him grew strong, like a pain in her chest, as she felt his hand putting a mask on her face, she felt alive now, she knew what to do. There, in the mirror of the tray, she saw smoke and fire and HIM, the twin spikes of the ears of the mask protruding from the billowing black smoke. She touched Tim’s face again, smoothing his hair away from his brow, and pulling the mask from his hand she held it over her nose and mouth and felt alive again, herself, masked, free to act. Then, kicking off the stupid, stupid shoes, she pulled the tray to her chest, before raising her head momentarily above the level of the table “Got to go, Robin, sweetheart”, but he could not have heard her through the mask and the noise. A moment she was distracted, the man with the slimy fingers was now covering his face with them, and yet, beyond him, visible through the bend in his arm a strange little man was watching her most intently, almost oblivious to the pandemonium around, dark eyes, watching. ‘Come on, Steph, focus!’ she looked past him again to the stage, and didn’t like the look of the gun. She spotted her range, there was the target, but… the doll or the woman? ‘Oh come on... it’s a Doll!’ And then before she had more time to worry, she was rolling and the tray was flying towards the stage, towards the blonde as the doll she held raised his gun towards HIM and began to fire. -Batman’s mouth was shielded by metal plating, but beneath that layer of led lined and titanium alloy was his pair of teeth clutched together with saliva dripping from his mouth. As Sacrface lifted the gun, Batman front flipped over Scarface and Peyton, bullets tore through the wall and stage behind him until he landed behind both of them. Now was when Stephanie Brown’s tray would fly towards Scarface’s gun and either disarm it or fail to do so, Batman didn’t delay with the back of his left hand padded with metal plates mounted on the knuckles. The left hand swung and aimed to bash Scarface towards Peyton’s body exposing her face. If his first strike hit the dummy, Batman’s right fist plated with armor padding would aim to strike Peyton in the left side of her face. The force of his punch would likely throw The Ventriloquist and Scarface out of their chair and right onto the ground. Tim Drake watched as Stephanie left him, holding his breath while people around him fled, rushing past him while coughing harshly and gagging, he followed suit moving through the crowd quickly to reach the Bat Mobile. He took off his bowtie and tuxedo jacket and placed on his face mask and then Robin armored suit.-Catwoman: There was a rather slim window of opportunity for Selina to make a rather tough decision, one she’d have to play through no mater what side she landed on. On the one hand, she was surrounded by Gotham’s underground a place where she needed to stay connected to be able to maneuver like she wanted through the streets of Gotham and on the other, a certain armor plated man with a cape could seriously put a cramp in her style if he thought her intentions didn’t fit his outlined book of dos and do not‘s. As a glint of metal caught her eye coming from the blonde on the floor Selina’s hand shot out, palm smacking the underside of the tray and knocking it up into the air so that it simply clattered to the floor. “Three against one and a half? Now those don’t seem like fair odds.” Even through the commotion her voice was clear and aimed straight at the man on the stage only a few feet in front of her. From the inside of her dress, her whip was pulled from around her waist, the leather sliding away from her skin in a quick movement as she jumped up onto the table she had been sitting at. With his back turned to her, the only warning Batman would get of her next move would be the sharp crack of her whip as it snapped out, attempting to wrap around his neck. If she managed she would kicked her right leg up into the air, catch the heel of her shoe on the whip that would have been pulled tight and stomped down on it, flattening it to the floor and yanking the Dark Knight backwards by his neck. “Why not pick on someone your own size?”Peyton Riley: Scarface growled in frustration as Batman lunged over the Peyton, spraying the back of the stage with bullets, debris flying everywhere. Peyton swirled around so they could face Batman, just as a large tray sweeped towards them. A whip flashed out and knocked it away. Scarface turned towards Catwoman. "Thanks Kitty, glad you could join the party! We owe..." He got interrupted as Batman swung with his left slamming Scarface into Peyton with rather loud wooden crunch, she moaned in pain, quickly followed by a sore grunt from Scarface, the voices changing so fast it was hard to tell they were from the same person. The follow through of the strike brushed Peyton's hair away from her face. Exposing her right eye, which was clearly made of glass, surrounded by a thick radiating scar, matching Scarface's. Scarface growled "Sugar watch out!" The dummy seemed to lunge to block the hit knocking the doll away from Peyton.Peyton yelps in pain as he is torn away. Scarface scitters along the stage floor, clattering. Peyton falls to her hands and knees gasping. "Thank god!" she scrambles away from Scarface. "G-get him away from me! He's in my head, forcing me to do those terrible things!" she looks panic stricken. Spoiler: As the roll finished she came to her knees the tray clattered into the wall, she hadn’t been that wayward? What was going on? It took a moment to regain her bearings amongst the smoke and the confusion, Robin had gone, she couldn’t see him now, HE’d moved too… was on the other side of the woman and the doll? And a whip? She knew she needed to be faster, to see the shape, the pattern of things, to know what would happen before it did. But she couldn’t, she was trying to see the patterns but it was still chaos. The whip was coming from her left, a tall dark haired, woman, very beautiful, dangerous too though., that much was obvious. Stephanie was up on her feet as quickly as she could, running low as quickly and as silently as she could trying to keep below the level of the tables, so much easier without the shoes, hah, she wasn’t even looking, too focussed on HIM. Stephanie leapt, ‘Got to get the whip away from her, Steph.’ Stephanie saw the whip pulled tight as she leapt "I'm smaller... we all balance out" -Batman stood towering over Ventriloquist and Scarface when suddenly a whip cracking like lightning, he raised his hand to block but, the whip manipulated the circumstances binding Batman’s right hand to his throat. Batman was yanked and slammed into the stage floor, his cape crushed underneath his weight causing the edges to flap and lift into the air. The panic of Peyton fell on deaf ears, but his sub conscience took in it; she was a prisoner. Batman’s right hand gripped at the whip tugging it, knowing Catwoman was wearing heels and likely on unsecure grounds he yanked with his right hand and right shoulder, but while she was contesting his strength his left hand shot a bola device towards her chest attempting to bind and wrap her biceps to her torso.-Catwoman: The thud of Batman hitting the stage made her lips twist into a smirk, god how she loved to catch him off guard. Opening her mouth to make a remark the sound of a voice behind her coming at a quick speed had her glancing back over her shoulder to see the blond flying through the air to tackle her. Selina lifted her right foot to take a step out of the way at the same moment Batman yanked on the whip. She held on, the tug making her left foot slip on the table cloth, sending her heel over the edge and sending Selina falling down onto the edge of the table. Green eyes turned back to the stage in time to see a bola go flying over her head, where her chest had been as her butt landed on the edge of the table, flipping the table upward on its side just in time for Steph to slam into the bottom of it at the rate she had been going to grab onto Selina. Her hand tightened on her whip as she continued to fall down to the floor, back sliding against the top of the table as the white cloth fell around her shoulders like a cape, the whip snapping tight once again from her weight and possibly dragging Batman towards the edge of the stage. With a soft grunt Selina let out a laugh. “For once I don’t think I minded not landing on my feet.”Peyton Riley: Scarface started to scream. "How dare ya back stab me now, ya two faced slut! Now pick me up!"Peyton stares at Scarface, her body trembling as she slowly works her way to the doll on all fours and picks him up, she stands up, slipping her hand into him. Suddenly Scarface's hand came up slapping her hard across the cheek, leaving a harsh red mark. "Dat's for letting the Bat scare ya and tryin' ta through me under da bus." Peyton's eyes tear up from the hit. "I-I'm sorry Mr. Scarface." she whimpers.
Scarface's tommygun swings up to focus on Batman. "It's okay Sugar. Da bat is a scary guy who should be in da looney bin, it wasn't your fault. Just make sure it doesn't happin' again." he turns toward Batman, laying prone on the stage, as Peyton walks closer to see the audience. Seeing a few unlucky criminals bleeding out, catwoman on the floor draped in a tablecloth, as well as the 'waitress' who had lept into an upturned table laying on the ground. "Youse ladies get up, Kitty you can join us on da stage..." he turns towards Spoiler, aiming his gun on her. "I dunno who ya are, but you're sloppy, young. Learn from da Bat and don't try to be a hero, or you'll end up like him." Scarface turns towards batman. "As for you Bats, you're gettin' in my way, and ya striked my Sugar and for dat ya gotta pay." he fires his tommy gun at Batman.Spoiler: The crack was deafening to her and the pain severe, she wondered if the crack was the table or her shoulder. The tables were REALLY hard, good quality... hard wood. Stephanie slid to the floor. She’d expected to be more dazed, wasn’t sure though if it was luck or the pain that kept her from such a state. It felt like the shoulder, she rolled a little to one side trying to see what shed achieved, not much, the brunette still held the whip. Stephanie tried to crawl towards her, but the pain in her shoulder felt like a stab, she rolled back against the table, she could move it, not dislocated at least. She pushed away from the table with a cry, reaching out to grab Selina’s ankle, looked up, the small circle of blackness of the doll’s gun swinging to point , she felt she could look straight down the barrel, down the tunnel with the deadly light at the end. Then the barrel was moving away again, back towards HIM, “No!”, she cried out trying to rise, no tray, nor other weapons or distractions, no time to bridge the distance to him, she struggled to her knees, right arm still limp and painfully useless “Don’t!” and then the room was filled with the terrible rattling of the doll’s gun. “Nggh!” –Batman groaned struggling against Catwoman’s whip, allowing his left hand to drop the gun he reached for his flash bang on his belt, but Scarface brought his Thompson sub machine gun to bear, it was then only a split second would the sound ring through Ventriloquist and Scarfaces ear; a swooshing of a “V” shaped device, wrapping around the Tommy gun until locking around it’s own cord. The V was shaped in the device of a bird with etched feathers within its shape. Robin appeared from the roof dropping down in front of Catwoman while also pulling the cable that would yank the gun Scarface. Robin’s hand held a staff that he quickly extended and spun in a circle to slash Catwoman across the cheek with full force and a pivot on his hips. His black hair was spikey, his uniform was red with black pants, stitching into his red tunic were padded pieces of armor notably by his left breast was a gold R while underneath his neck held a gold symbol with a bird like design.-
-Robin’s cape was black with a gold lined inside that helped distract and sometimes blind after his cape slapped in the face of his enemies after delivering a powerful blow like he had aimed to throw at Catwoman.- “Landing on your feet should be the least of YOUR concerns. Heading back to the pound is where you’re going next!”Catwoman: Selina gazed up at the stage, her eyes taking in the sight once again of Peyton and of the doll she held. Glancing to the side as she heard Steph from behind the table she got a good look at the young blonde then looked back to the stage as a flash of movement caught her attention. ‘Saved, by a Robin. Luckily for you those kids sprout up around you like weeds.’ Catwoman thought to herself and looked up quickly as Robin landed in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as he swung at her face with his staff and she leaned back quickly, it coming just short as her head bumped back against the table. “Sorry baby bird,” Selina, trapped between the table and the stage kicked her right foot out against the side of the stage, arms extending so that her hands closed on either side of the table, right hand dropping her whip and freeing Batman and as she watched Robin spin her left foot came up the whipping of his cape hitting her barred thigh as she kicked hard in the center of his back. Using the force of both of her feet to flip herself backwards and standing the table upright as her back pushed against it, Selina was glad she chose the dress that allowed her her full range of motion. “I have other plans.” Doing a backwards somersault she let go of the table, dropping off of it and onto to the floor on one knee and reached out, grabbing the ankles of Steph and would yank the blonde girl under the protection of the table top and out of Peyton’s line of vision. “Keep your nose out of it, blondie.” Selina hissed to the girl as she stood straight.Peyton Riley: Scarface grunts an "Ow!" in pain as the gun is taken away from him, as it skitters away. Peyton yelps backing away looking scared. "Sugar, it looks like da bird finally made his appearance, time for plan B."Peyton shifts and the split in her dress parts showing her other thigh, with a small pistol tucked into a lacy red and black garter she reaches down and draws it. "Which one should I focus on Scarface?" she asks the doll, her eyes steely, any trace of nerves gone, cleary an act. Catwoman's quick reflexs put on a show for the Ventriloquist and Scarface as she kicks Robin aside, flips the table and tackles the 'server', as they tackle out of view. Scarface's head turns to see the limp whip. "On da Bat Sugar. Looks like Kitty is usin' her claws." he chuckles softly. "Don't make a move Bat, she's a good shot, learned from her pappy." The small gun focuses on Batman's face. Spoiler: There he WAS! Her Robin, she allowed herself a smile, and then a slight frown, ‘Dang… why can’t I think of witty things like that?’ and then a smile again, and then he was receding ‘What? She kicked him? My Robin?’ and the floor was approaching behind her, she slammed onto her injured shoulder as her feet were unceremoniously snatched out from underneath her, her head smacking the floor a moment after and finally dazing her, she was dragged under the table. The brunette was above her, face cloe by, hissing like a cat in her ear to stay out of it. “But you kicked Rob…” a slender hand was clamped across her faceand green eyes turned towards her again, full of irritation? Frustration? Exasperation? Maybe even a little pity. Stephanie suddenly felt a little sick “Is he?” she tried to look around the table, but those slender fingers pulled her back again. –e-Robin groaned in pain as he felt Catwoman’s heels dig into his Kevlar padded back forcing him to crash into the stage with his hands halting him from smashing his face into the edge. Dropping his staff Robin’s eyes widened as Ventriloquist pointed the gun at Batman. His voice shouted echoing across the room,- “Batman!”-Robin tackled Batman and tumbled underneath the stage to avoid being shot; if Ventriloquist were to fire they shots would strike Robin in his back and meet resistance to his Kevlar armor. Robin would seem drained after his last stunt, the thought of Gotham’s protector and his mentor being shot by the criminal duo.-Catwoman: Selina narrowed her eyes down at Steph as she let her go and stepped up on the table, walking up onto the stage. Grabbing Peyton’s hand she aimed the gun upward, out of range of the foolish Robin; he might have been wearing Kevlar but she knew for a fact how much bullets still hurt through armor though it would serve the little brat right. Turning her green eyes to Peyton then down to Scarface Selina rose a slender brow at the duo. “It would be a good idea to make your escape while you have a chance.” Annoyance settled inside of her at the simple fact her whip had been dragged off the stage with Batman and Robin and she’d have to take time out sometime to collect it. “Go out the back, I hope you have a car waiting.” Setting her hand on her hip she watched Peyton for a moment then looked back at Scarface.Peyton Riley: Peyton takes the shot just as Catwoman slips in and grabs Peyton's wrist, just as Robin tackles and tumbles with Batman, hitting a stage light which pops with brilliant sparks. Scarface growls in anger, the little pistol only had one bullet. "Damn all these interlopers! First da bird and now da cat, you oughta have a good reason messin' up her shot. Are ya goin' soft wit' da kids?" he grumbles. Peyton looking passive. "Fine, he wasn't da target anyhow! And time is runnin' out, da cops will be on dere way any moment." he looks towards Selina. "But i'm not done wit dem. Dis was da last straw, I'm ready to blow my top. I'm takin' dem all myself. You ladies go! The car is in back!" Peyton looks at Scarface. "Daddy, please don't do this..." her eyes pleading, looking genuinely concerned. Scarface growls. "Dis isn't da time for arguin'. Toss me and get outta here!" Peyton throws the Scarface at Batman and Robin while grabbing Selina's wrist. She feels resistance as Selina wants to go back for her whip. "Don't. We have to go now." her blue eyes finally meeting Selina's green ones. "Scarface has this... and doesn't want us caught in the aftermath." she pulls her to go back stage as they make an escape through the rear exit towards an alley. As they leave a parting comment from Scarface is heard. "I hope you boys love surprises." Batman and Robin can hear a definite click and beeping coming from Scarface. He is full of explosives. Spoiler: Stephanie felt herself heave, ’Oh g_d Steph, don’t hurl in the mask!” still dazed, she leaned out from behind the table again, couldn’t really see them , couldn’t see anything in the pandemonium except the doll, laying twisted on the stage, head tilted back, mouth almost comically open and the red flash on an LED inside, and a beep almost as if it were coming from the doll’s mouth, people were standing, tipping over tables stumbling over chairs, each other rushing for the doors, and all the while the faint regular beep, as if it were the doll’s heartbeat. She stood, herself, nobody seemed to be paying attention to her now, even the small funny looking guy had vanished. Despite the loud voice inside telling her to run with the rest she found herself stumbling in the other direction, deflecting the fleeing patrons as she moved against the panicked flow. “Robin!” she cried, “Batman!” but they seemed not to hear, someone’s elbow caught her on the cheek and she nearly went under the stampeding feet, there was a leg …red. She rushed over “Robin!” not a sound ‘this damn mask’ she clambered over him til she was by his ear and dropping the mask “We have no time, we have to get out of here” -Robin clung to Batman as Stephanie came to them, Scarface crackling down nearby caused Robin to jump in a bit of fright. When the doll was lifeless he saw Batman had undone the whip and wasn’t as helpless as perceived.- “Get HER out of here!” –Batman growled jumping out from under the stage while wrapping Catwoman’s whip around his knuckle and wrist. Batman charged towards the back of the stage in pursuit of Catwoman and Peyton while leaving Scarface behind. Robin seemed surprised when he heard the clicking of pistol chambers. Robin looked behind him to see The Penguin’s security approaching; Robin’s black glove grabbed Stephanie’s bare hand and tugged her violently to follow him.
“Come on!” Most of the crowd had cleared out of the room when the security shouted at Robin.-”Waste ‘em!” –Gunshots from their glock pistols rang out shattering glass and silverware around them. -Robin navigated and somehow helped Stephanie dodge the bullets as well before running through the double doors to the Iceberg and leading her to the Robin motorcycle.- “Get on!” –The motorcycle was a dark red color with a golden bird head on its side, the trimming of it matched Robin’s red and black themed colors. Unlike the previous Robin’s, this one didn’t have any green apart of his suit.-Catwoman: Looking down as Peyton’s fingers closed around her wrist, Selina’s eyes looked towards the doll then widened when she realized just what was about to happen. Cursing mentally she nodded to Peyton then let the woman lead her out of the building and into the alley behind it. “You’re going to have to run faster, and without me.” Glancing back over her shoulder it wasn’t hard to see the intimidating figure moving after them as Selina tugged her wrist free. “You go, I’m sure we’ll be in contact sooner than later.” Sending the smaller woman a wink Selina slid to a stop in the alley and rocked back on her heels a bit, waiting for the Dark Knight with a smile. “Aw, handsome, you brought me my whip. You shouldn’t have…” Keeping her posture loose, Selina reached up, pushing her fingers through her hair. Currently she was the proverbial cat stuck up a tree, weaponless, armorless and in a $600 black dress and heels. Watching him behind her lace mask she bit the inside of her lip, if they fought this was going to hurt.Peyton Riley: Peyton tugs Selina behind her as the scramble down the back door stairs to a nice looking Rolls Royce, clealy an older model. She frowns as Selina pulls free of her grip. "Your choice..." she bites her lip looking concerned more about leaving someone behind. Peyton dashes and opens the door of the car and scrambles in and closes the door. There is a large bulky woman in the driver seat wearing a chaufer's uniform. "Get us out of here Moose." Peyton tells the horse of a woman. "Yes Miss Riley." says Moose with clear respect for her. The car taking off with a roar. Just as Batman exits the building coming for them, he sees the car about to leave. The next moment the explosion goes off blasting the closing stage door off it's hinges and knocking anyone close to the door to the grimey alley below.Spoiler: It was almost preternatural, he seemed to know where the bullets would be as they ducked and weaved, a man in a shiny suit dropped right next to them, darkness spreading from beneath him, Steph wanted to cry out, but instead she held on tighter to Robin, watched his shoulders as they ducked and weaved, following his moves his feints and darts until they were outside, and finally she dropped the mask gulping in huge gasps of the night air. “Rob…” but he yanked her arm again and almost threw her at the motorbike. His voice seemed very terse as he told her to get on. “Robin? Where is he?” and she looked back at the dooble doors now cracked, the glass laying like diamonds on the pavement “the doll?”-Robin placed his helmet onto his head and sped off.- “Scarface is going to blow up…Soon the ICEBURG is going to join the TITANIC…” –Robin said gravely as he stormed off into an alleyway avoiding the police cars arriving on the scene. Robin drove Stephanie to Robinson park’s eastern side where he parked and allowed her to get off.- “Sorry about my boss. He’s got a lot of stress…” –Meanwhile…Batman slowed his approach towards Selina.- “Where is she?” –Batman’s white lens remained active concealing his eyes as he looked around using inferred to analyze the area for any heat sources of Peyton. Batman’s voice was deep and broody while he was looking for where Peyton had fled to.- -The sound of police sirens approaching could’ve been heard in the distance. Judging on distance, Batman estimated that Selina and he weren’t at a safe distance, without warning or hesitation he would attempt to wrap his arm around her waist, allowing her to feel the whip wrapped around his arm. His left hand fired the grappling hook towards the rooftops and pulls them across the back alley. Batman’s chin and lips were concealed by a metal plate that caused his voice to sound demonic and permitted him to breathe through gases in the air.-Catwoman: She set her hands on her hips, quirked and eyebrow and smiled as she watched him scan the area. “You know better than that. If I’m here to slow you down, she’s already gone.” Glancing over his shoulder at the sounds of the sirens she sighed. “Now that’s company I could do without.” As he reached out to grab her she stepped into him, lacking hesitation as well as her arm went around his neck, free hand moving down to feel her rather prized possession around his arm. Glancing back at the building as the explosion happened she sighed softly, the wind brushing her hair back from her face as he moved them away. “Pity, they had such a nice crowd there to socialize with.” Turning her green eyes to his face they settled on the piece covering his lips and chin. “I hope that isn’t a new permanent part of your uniform, it would put a cramp in my style.”Spoiler: Stephanie climbed off the bike, suddenly feeling VERY self-conscious and ridiculous again in the waitress outfit again, “It’s ok… he doesn’t know me”. She tugged down on her tiny dress again, Then finally she remembered where her Spoiler costume was, and from whom she had taken this farcical tiny dress. “Oh g_d Robin! The waitress! I left her in the alley.” Her hand flew to her face. ‘Details, Steph... when you forget the details, people can get hurt. Robin would never have forgotten.’ “ We have to…” As the fire and smoke rose against the already orange sky, Stephanie found herself feeling sick again, and her hand went to her mouth again as she found that what escaped her was not sickness but a sob.-Batman narrowed his eyes at Selina, the white lens reacting based on the sensors scanning his eye and its surrounding muscle.- “I’m not here for your amusement, Selina…” –Batman tapped the side of his helmet revealing his blue eyes and then his mouth as the sliding doors opened and revealed his pinkish tanned lips.- “I was here to stop someone from making a big mistake. I had no intention of getting involved when *you* let that woman and Scarface get away with murder!” –Batman’s glare beamed at her, not leaving her green eyes no matter how much she might try to shrug off the incident or rationalize it.-Peyton Riley: Peyton looked out the back window of the car as a large exploision is heard seeing just a glow being reflected off nearby buildings as the car was speeding well away from the scene, Moose driving like a maniac. Moose speaks up. "Here is the case, the boss wanted me to keep for you Miss Riley." she hands back a large suitcase over the seat as she drives. Peyton thanks her taking the case. She speaks sweetly to one in particular. "I'm sorry things didn't go well daddy... you know I didn't mean those nasty things I said about you." she starts to do the case's comination locks. Scarface's voice is heard. "I know Sugar. Ya said what you had to. And we nearly got da Bat, but what is important is dat he and all those crooks know is dat I'm back and dat you're off limits." Peyton opens the case and pulls a dupilicate Scarface maniquin out of it."And it looks like we might got a new business partner." Peyton smiles and cradles Scarface, putting her hand back where it belongs. "Yes, she seems like she could be very helpful.""And den we can do da next step of the plan and rule dis city." Scarface says with a deterimined but dreamy tone to his voice.Peyton bends down her lips close to the puppet's face, her voice low and sultry. "But, that can wait... we have each other now..." she kisses him. "Mm, Sugar... Dat's da stuff..." mumbles a happy sounding Scarface.Catwoman: Her arm tightened around him a bit as his blue eyes stared into her own green ones and she shrugged a shoulder, though a brief look of something close to guilt crossed her face. “Next time, I’ll jump out and take the bullet for the gangster who decides to open his idiotic mouth. Would that be better for you?” Her eyes narrowed then “Next time you should think about keeping your kids out of my side of the City, and what was with the blonde? New recruit?” Selina wouldn’t be the first one to back down from his intense gaze and held it, one slender brow risen in a challenging fashion, she could of course, explain herself but it should have been obvious that she had an image to upkeep just as he did. She needed her underground connections, and sometimes it made his job a whole hell of a lot easier too.-Batman loosened his arm around her and offered her the whip.- “I was hoping *you* could tell me that. Robin disappeared the past 3 days without a word. It came back tonight to inform me of a new ‘partner’ in Gotham. She calls herself ‘Spoiler.’ Have you heard anything?” –Batman didn’t know if the blonde waitress was Spoiler or not, considering their brief words, Batman could make it a very good guess, but it wasn’t supported by concrete proof, not until he debriefs Robin. Batman’s cape gently began blowing into the wind behind him as they stood above the back alley of the Iceberg Lounge. In the distance the ranting of Oswald Cobblepot shouting for a Police report could be heard at the front of the building.-Catwoman: Slowly she let her arm slide from around him, taking the whip and wrapped it around her waist, letting the end of it dangle by her thigh. Listening to him she took a step back then inclined her head to the right slightly to look him over. “Losing your touch? First one of your brats vanishes on you, then you don’t know the new “partner” running around Gotham City?” Shifting her weight from one heel to another she set her right hand on her hip as she rocked it outward, her dangerously high slit parting as her dress blew in the soft wind, exposing her leg all the way up her thigh. “Too busy running around with the bodyguard to take notice these days? Or wait…isn’t it Ms. Fairchild that’s capturing Bruce Wayne’s attention and heart now? It’s so hard to keep up.” She kept her gaze on his as she spoke, gauging his reactions. “Maybe you should spend a little less time at the Opera and a little more time paying attention to your recruits."“…” –Batman stared at her as she broken down his questions into scenarios. When she lead on that Bruce and Sasha were a fling his mind would instinctively react.- ‘…She should know me better than this.’ –Batman took a step towards her and growled.- “That doesn’t excuse him for running off and not telling me. I expect *that* from you, not from Robin or Vesper.” –Batman pulled his cape to surround his body securing himself emotionally and physically.- ‘Damn it Selina…Why does she want to get into this now? I don’t expect her to be happy for Bruce Wayne, but I do expect her to leave me out of it…Love never was something Selina understood. Is that what it is?’Catwoman: As he took a step forward she inclined her head to keep eye contact with him, looking up a bit at him and as he compared her to Robin it made her want to snort, but when he added the name of Vesper into the statement it stung and something twisted inside of her that made her green eyes flash with emotion, something hardly ever seen at first and then, like a storm, a dangerous surge of temper that had her full lips twisting up in a smirk. Her posture stayed relaxed, lazy like a cat but behind her ribcage her heart began to pound as adrenaline pumped into her blood stream. “You don’t expect a Robin to run off? I guess thoughts of your first one eludes you. But maybe I should look him up, let him know that his once mentor is slipping.” It hurt, something hurt that she couldn’t sort out that was being masked by the anger and she dug harder into that anger. “As I said before, maybe you should pay more attention to your recruits, I can only deflect so many bullets from baby birds and I’d *really* hate for this one to end up like the last.”-His teeth clutched and his eyes filled with rage, it took almost every ounce of strength to prevent him from lashing out completely at her for the sharpness of her words, rending his deepest wounds open again.- ‘Why would she say that?’ –Batman turned and jumped off the building spreading his cape to glide towards the ground. His chin stiff, his heart throbbing, while his mind reviewed the imagery nearly a year ago; it still cut like a katana blade, sharp, deep, and precise. Batman hit the ground with his boots and dashed into the alleys with his cape flowing behind him, as the image of holding Jason cut into him, the feeling almost long forgotten when Bruce Wayne’s parents were murdered, a boy who would face pain and never live past the day to realize that this wasn’t a game and that the world was very brutal.- -He jumped into the air, leaping into the cockpit of the Bat Mobile, pausing for a moment as he stared out the front window, he pulled back on a lever and caused the cockpit cover to close as it would slide back and lock around him. The thruster would ignite and propel the vehicle forward and onto the streets of Gotham where he would set course to return to the Batcave.-Catwoman: Selina watched him go, the sound of blood rushing past her ears blocking out everything else, her insides shaking though her posture didn’t change and she took the time to reach up and pull the lace mask from her face, letting the material drop to the roof top. Control was in every movement she made as her bare fingers untwisted the whip from around her waist, had that been some sort of obscure lovers spat on a rooftop? ‘No.’ She told herself firmly as she made her way off of the roof, tucking her whip into her dress as she moved out of the opposite side of the alley and walked down the sidewalk towards home. ‘This is a game, and I just wounded my opponent, my enemy.’ The words rolled around in her head, they didn’t seem quite right, and neither did the painful beat of her heart in her chest she tried with a cold palm rub out as she moved home.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2012 18:53:29 GMT -5
Part Two: Nutcracker
Peyton Riley: The rumors had been circulating that a rising crime boss named Scarface was back in Gotham and he was looking for new associates. Word on the street was that he appeared at the Iceberg lounge the night before looking for new talent. Although the morning news reported that the Lounge had erupted in a firey explosion, no other details were being released.
Peyton Riley: As Pamela Sweigeld would be getting ready for her day, she would find a note that had been slipped under her door, with her name written on it in elegant hand writing. Opening it she read the following note: (c)
Peyton Riley: "Dear Miss Sweigeld,
It has come to my attention that you are quite skilled in your line of work. I have gone over your 'resume' and am quite pleased with the quality of your endevors. I have many opportunities that would make good use of your talents and think we could partner in a few endevors that we would both find mutually benefitial.
If you could meet this evening at Hibernian's at 9:00PM, I would love to discuss such business over cocktails. If you choose to join me, you will find my assistant Sugar seated at the bar at that time and will help you to get in touch with me. I look forward to talking with you.
Best regards,
Scarface"
Peyton Riley: The name of who sent the letter, wouldn't be the only name that would ring bells in Pamela's mind. Hibernian's was a rather fancy Irish Pub and Restraunt that had been a known meeting place for Gotham's crime families for years. In particular the irish crime families who wanted to contract or negotiate business transactions. It was a formal dining establishment, so suit and tie or appropriate dress were required. (e)
Mouse: The invitation was unsettling, she sat and read it four times, disconcerting, she paced and read it again, no better, but it kept reading the same, what did they want with her? Opportunities?. It was one thing to work men like Earle, rich men, rich men with grudges. They would at least pause a moment before removing an obstacle, but the crime bosses? They’d rub you out as soon as look at you… and she’d heard of this one, this one was nuts, even by Gotham standards, this one was special. It was hard to think, hard to assess the risk, these people were unpredictable... who could understand them? Pamela looked out at the city. Things were different now, she was different now, after what had happened, what she’d done, she could change things, make things be how they should. Hadn’t she and Selina taken from the bosses before? She looked at the invitation again, she’d heard of the pub too, no blood and sawdust pub at least, there was some class, it was frightening… but intriguing. –c-
Mouse: She thought a moment about going masked, but the thought passed quickly, easier to be unnoticed as Pamela, no one noticed Pamela, anywhere, and so when the time came she found herself outside Hibernian’s at 8:45, she’d tried to be late but the tension inside had pushed her forward. She was dressed simply, without ostentation, in a black shift, with black stockings and patent heels, a black clutch and [prescription shades, even this evening, she could see in the glare of the street lights. The doors looked huge, the man beside them even more so, as as he was tall, a bulldog of a man, he barely seemed to notice the invitation, seemed to be expecting her, opened the dobroad or wordlessly and gestured her inside. –e-
Peyton Riley: The restraunt was paneled in rich dark woods, accentuated by bras railings, and appolstured in black leather. The lighting was a little dim, but seemed to fade in with the soft piano music that was being played, basking the place with twilight ambience. The restraunt had a good sized crowd, but wasn't crowded at all. The bar had a few guests, but it was no question to who Sugar was. Seated at the bar was blonde in a long flowing red silk gown that she seemed to have been poured into. Her blonde hair flowed gracefully over her shoulders but the style shrouded half of her face. She was sitting there casually waiting, legs crossed, one of her legs exposed through the slit in the dress, revealing her red heeled foot. She was sipping from a cosmopilitan, she smiled as soon as she saw the young woman dressed in black, but didn't move, just stayed there, enjoying herself.
Mouse: It was darker almost inside than out and she found herself struggling with the shades, removing them and squinting at the slightly indistinct woman at the bar, she took a step further inside, rummaged through her bag for her normal glasses, they helped. Well, that had to be her, the sultry blonde at the bar, she thought a minute she hadn’t needed to worry about ostentation, she could have come in a ballgown and still be dressed down compared to this woman. Pamela walked as steadily as she could towards her, the reassuring weight of the 9mm in her bag, they hadn’t even searched her, it helped to keep her calm, there probably wouldn’t be time to use it even if the need arose, but the weight was there anyway. She stopped a couple of paces shy, and took a breath, even seated she looked tall, Pamela took another breath. ”Hello… I was invited”, she swapped her clutch to her left hand and reached out her right as steadily as she could.
Peyton Riley: The blonde merely smiled, her revealed blue eye sparkling a little and made no gesture to stand up. She took the offered hand and shook gently. "Miss Sweigeld? I'm glad that you could join me." she offered the chair next to her. "Please sit." she called the bartender over who nodded, apparently knowing Sugar. "Would you like something to drink? My treat." the bartender started to get a drink ready, stealing glances at Sugar, his hand was shaking a little. "Mr. Scarface told me a lot about you. You seemed quite talented. Of course, he wouldn't have invited you if you weren't. Have you worked for a man of such standing before?" she asked curiously. Her voice as smooth as her dress.
Mouse: Pamela nodded “Yes, umm” she found herself reluctant to ask who she was meeting, as if she really should know already and instead attempted to climb onto the stool, a little high she found herself hopping up, hoping it didn’t look as inelegant as it felt. She crossed her legs, feet well above the floor, the upper foot swinging nervously and pulling the hem down to her knees again. “Thank you”, she glanced at the barman, he seemed more nervous than even she was, who was this blonde? Was she the one they talked about? The one blue eye looked cold and Pamela found herself looking down, away, and pulling gently on the ends of her hair “a Pear Martini please.” She cleared her throat holding tight to her clutch. “I’ve.. “ again a small cough “.. I’ve worked for many men of... position and influence … that mean they wouldn’t want their business… to be public. and with that she looked up determinedly into the cold blue eye, again finding she couldn’t hold the gaze and glancing around the bar.
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles, although there was no warmth behind it. That cool blue eye seemed to look straight through Pamela. She looked over the small woman, she certainly lived up to the name she had aquirred for herself. The way she nervously moved her foot and had trouble meeting her eyes, gave Sugar the mental image of a mouse. The bartender quickly made the martini and offered it to Pamela. As soon as she took it, he was gone busy fussing over some bottles in the back, trying too hard to make himself invisible to the blonde. Sugar nods hearing about who Pamela has worked with. "That's good, I'm very pleased to hear that. Discretion is key with the business we will be handling. I'm sure you understand the risks you would be forced to undertake if any of our business negotiations were made public or failed?" she spoke casually, but her words were crisp and clear, sharp like a knife. She takes another slow sip of her drink.
Mouse: Pamela took the drink, her own hand shaking slightly, she’d heard this implications and intimations before, knew the threat behind the words, the reality behind the threats. She tried to take a sip but the knot in her stomach was tight. A from what she had heard, about here.. about these people, the threats went double. She tried to take a sip “Mmmhmm” but her voice wavered too. She pulled her clutch back up her lap as it began to slip, the weight was still there. Useless, perhaps, but still there. It felt like a mistake again. She forced herself to remember that heist with Selina, they had taken on a family and won, almost brought it down. She forced a smile “I understand” she looked around the bar “is it wise to talk here?”.
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiled, by Pamela's trembling body language she knew she understood even before she confirmed it. she smiles and gestures casually about the bar. "We are speaking generally, and everyone here knows how to conduct themselves." her voice trailing off, like it was expected. "I just wanted to give you a couple of informal casual moments and a nice drink, before we go back to visit with Mr Scarface." she looks towards the back of the restraunt and then stands, setting her empty glass down. Not noting whether Pamela had finished her drink or not. she smiles looking down at the small woman. "Are you ready then?" she offers a guiding hand.
Mouse: Pamela set the drink down, she hadn’t be able to drink, maybe for the better to remain clear headed, looking up as the the blonde stood, tall as she’s seemed, barely more than straightening to leave the stool, Pamela took her hand and hooped down from the stool, feeling very small, her clutch held very tight to her side, smoothing down her skirt again, almost as a nervous reaction. She looked up again, but the cold eye was looking away all she could see was the swoop of blonde hair, turning from view. She found herself holding the hand a little too tight and eased her grip following as lightly as possible.
Peyton Riley: Sugar gave a smile over her shoulder as she felt the tight but easing grip on her hand. She gave Pamela's hand a light squeeze and guided the young woman to the back of the restaurant to a back hall, leading to the offices. She opens one of the doors and reveals a nice conference room. Like the restaurant it was paneled in the same rich dark wood, with plush leather chairs. There was an immense handmade table in the center, with a phone resting on it. Sugar gestured for Pamela to sit as she leaned over the table to reach the phone and starts to dial. "Yes, Mr. Scarface." She listens attentively to the phone held up to her ear. She turns her head a little to one side and the hair draped over her face moved revealing a dark nasty scar radiating out from her eye. The eye itself lifeless and dull, clearly made of glass. She nods and the hair slides back. "Yes, sir." she presses a button on the phone and it switches to speaker phone. (c)
Peyton Riley: A gruff voice is heard, it sounded of cigars and polish. "Hello Mouse." the voice was strong and deliberate, it didn't even bother with pretenses. "I'm glad ya could join my Sugar for a nice little drink. But before we get down to business, would you mind emptyin' dat purse of yours. I know you're a smart girl and would never think of usin' it in sucha place like dis. But I think it is best if we all keep things friendly. Right Sugar?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar nodded looking at the phone and quickly said. "Yes, Mr. Scarface." she reached down and slipped back the edge of the slit of her dress, revealing more of her smooth thigh, as well as a black and red lace garter with a cute little pistol tucked in it. She slowly pulled it out and set it on the table, before looking expectedly at Pamela. (e)
Mouse: The walk was short but tense, the hall claustrophobic feeling like it closed in, curled over on her, it was a relieve to enter the conference room, even with the tobacco stench of it assaulting her. She sat as she was bidden, comfortable, but the smell still, she watched carefully. watched as the blonde reached over the empty table, empty but for a telephone and made the call. She watched as the swoop of hair drifted, saw the scar, the dead eye, Pamela gasped, and regretted it immediately , her hand reflexively going to her own cheek, her own eye, feeling the smoothness, the perfection, feeling comfort in that, but fear also at the kind of people these were. The blonde hair slid back, a merciful curtain against the horrors. –c-
Mouse: The voice was rough and hoarse, but the intent clear, she managed a “Hello, Mr…. Scarface?” and her hand went to her face again as she involuntarily looked at the woman again, her face tight, in reaction Pamela wondered? She knew he must know of the gun, no need to pretend, as the blonde placed her own weapon on the table Pamela placed her bag in front of her, pushed it away to arms length and leaned back. “Yes Mr. Scarface, we’re all friend’s here.” She paused a moment and swallowed “So… how can a friend help a friend?”
Peyton Riley: Sugar stood near the phone dutifully. As she stood back up she heard the gasp and saw Pamela's hand as it came back from touching her own face. She didn't say anything and just stared at Pamela. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface had a pleased sound to his voice. "Good ta hear. So my friend, Sugar and I are going to get some financial information. Dat stuff is cake walk for ya right? moving all the funds to new accounts? If ya do dat for us you will get a generous cut. One third of all of it. Does dat sound interesting to ya?" (c)
Peyton Riley: As Pamela touched her face again, Sugar smiled that cool smile and gently brushed her hair away so the mouse could get a good look, her smile turning into an eerie grin. "Mr Scarface, I think Miss Sweigeld likes my eye." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface laughs at that, an ugly cruel laugh. "I'm sure she just admires your lil' beauty mark Sugar. If she plays her cards right I'm sure she won't get da same treatment you did. (c)
Mouse: It was easy work, depending on whose money it was, some people could be… a little more protective than others, but Pamela knew how to cover her tracks, who moved what that was easy to fake, the destination, that was harder to hide, unless they were careful to distance themselves, she shrugged, their risk more than hers. She opened her mouth to speak just as the blonde brushed her hair aside again, and Pamela found herself looking at the scar, the blank dead eye, the ravages on what had been a beautiful face, what still was when the savagery was hidden and she wondered if that was where his name had originated, perhaps it was his signature, his fetish?. And yet the blonde was smiling, though the smile was cold and cruel, as cruel almost as his laugh and threat. –c-
Mouse: The offer was generous, the work easy, the threat… more difficult to accept, Pamela forced herself to be calm, he hand clenching forcing it to the table away from her face, looking back to the phone. “It’s… it’s something I can do, Mr. Scarface, and the offer is very generous. Is there something specific you have in mind?”
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles raspily, "You're right Sugar she is a smart one. She knows there's gotta be more, a 'catch' as some would say." he pauses like he is thinking. "We don't have dose files and accounts yet, and we gots a plan lined up for dat. Da thing is, we don't want the Bat getting in the way so we have a couple of presents lined up for him and another ol' friend of ours. We would just want you to deliver dem and set dem up for us. Dat's all. You don't even gotta be dere when da bat tries to take care of dem." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton smiles that cruel cold smile as if she enjoys watching the young woman get worked up a little. "Does that sound like something you are willing to do for your own special task and your share of the profits, Miss Sweigeld?" (d)
Mouse: Ahhh, and there was the catch, you don’t get a third share for sitting on your behind all day and looking at a screen, she could read them, and she found herself smiling inwardly. She could read this blonde and this Scarface, even over a phone, coarse, clumsy and venal, she found herself looking at the dead eye… and brutal. She relaxed her fist a little and found she could lean back in the chair “I’m guessing these…” she waved her hand somewhat dismissively “presents would be of the… terminal.. variety?”
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles. "Hehe, I love dis girl Sugar. She's smart as a whip! Yes, da kind of presents dat give a big booming surprise and leave dere recipeients dead. And since you're playin' delivery girl, you even get a uniform. Sugar, if you please?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar just smiles as Pamela stares at her dead eye, the scarring looking like she had gotten blasted by something at close range. Clearly some burn damage there too. She starts to move to the far end of the conference room and picks up a package that was hidden on a chair. She drops it on the table and tears it open. "It should be your size." says blonde. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface sounds very amused as he speaks again. "We got the design idea from an ol' friend of yours." the package is torn and reveals a slick black suit with a pair of goggles on it. Complete with claw tipped gloves. "Do ya like it?" (e)
Mouse: She could read them like a book, bombs, she had to smile, easy. Easy too to do it with gas, make it look like an accident, but somehow, she thought, this kind? they wanted it gaudy and obvious and… a smile played across her face as she saw the package open in front of her, the contents, the smile growing wide and yet sly. Selina was going to die! And then she chuckled to herself, maybe even literally as well as figuratively, could she really be about to laugh? “ You want?” yes she was about to laugh “you want me to be S…” the laughter bubbled up “You want me to be the Cat?” Oh this was too funny. This was almost worthe doing for free, for every slight for every cruel word and gesture, for every patronizing little pu down… for the knife, the first night for the look in her eyes when… She pulled the costume out of the package, yes, for HIM.
Peyton Riley: Sugar watches the grin on Pamela's face, the nice sly look spreading across it. Looking amused as the mouse started to chuckle. She smiles, knowing they had her. She nods as she sits on the table "Yes, just slip into a warehouse with one of the packages being Catwoman, making sure others see you, then setup the cute present, cause a racket, a few shots of your gun. and then you'll be done." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface speaks up. "So, is dat a yes Mouse? I think you are well suited for da job."
Mouse: She wanted to say yes, but did they take her for a fool? “Whose work are the presents? Can I trust them? It’s hard to know with that kind of delivery that you’re not going to end up part of the display. Unless you wrap the present yourself.” She couldn’t help looking at the costume the gloves. “I’d have to be sure” The claws were so darling. She pulled the costume to her shoulders holding it up against her small frame “Can I keep this? After?”
Peyton Riley: Scarface's voice turns back to business, serious. "Sugar an' me made the presents. Like da one dat heat up the ol' iceberg da other night. We got too much invested to have fireworks before da party really starts. 'Sides we gotta make sure ya are safe so we can get all dose numbers worked around." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar idly swings her legs from her perch on the table edge. "The presents each have a couple of pins which act as safteys and have to be removed to even set them, so it has to be very deliberate." The blonde grins watching mouse look at her 'Delivery Uniform', seeing how she holds it up to herself to see how it looks. It was an amazing duplicate. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface laughs hearing Pamela ask if she can keep the Catwoman outfit. "Hehe, of course ya can Mouse. I don't think it would fit Sugar anyhow, but it might be fun watching her try!" Sugar actually blushes at that, giving an embarassed look to Pamela, but keeps quiet. Scarface continues "Consider da outfit a bonus for a good night's worth of work and play." His voice becomes all business. "So we gotta deal?" (e)
Mouse: Pamela finally looked up from admiring the costume looking up at the blonde, at Sugar. “Provided I can inspect the presents … then yes, Mr Scarface… Miss…. Sugar? We have a deal.” She felt a little calmer, couldn’t understand why, somehow it just seemed easier nce decisions were made. The sly smile spread across her face again though as she looked bak down at the costume… Selina was going to die when she found out about this... and then… well maybe she’d die. C’est la vie. “Yes… we have a deal” –e-
Peyton Riley: Scarface replies a smile in his voice. "Good, good. I'm glad to have ya on board for dis." He pauses a moment. "A'course ya can check da presents over, I would be dissapointed if ya didn't. We will get in touch wit' ya, wit' da instructions and da presents soon. We look forward ta working wit' ya. Bye." Then he goes silent, without even a click of the phone. (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles hearing Pamela agree. She reaches over and hits a button on the phone to make sure it's off, bumping the phone a little. She slides off the table and joins Pamela, she offers a hand and shakes. "I'm glad you will be working with us. Mr. Scarface seems to have taken a liking to you. The job is in 3 days and I will give you the information and materials you need tomorrow." she said very business-like. She walks to the door and opens it for Pamela. As she does so, something seems a bit off. When Sugar had bumped the phone it slid a bit on the table, turning it at an angle, revealing the phone had no chord trailing from it, it had never been plugged in. (e)
Mouse: She took Sugar’s hand, this wouldn’t be so hard, they were easy to understand, simple and brutal, easy work, and there was a little bonus in the shape of the costume, and the results of using it. Pamela allowed herself a little smile again, it hadn’t been so bad. She stood far more confidently than she had done anything since she arrived holding the package and her clutch tight. Then she paused “May I have my gun back?”
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles shaking Pamela's hand, glad to see the mouse was looking more comfortable and very willing. Her eyes widen as if she forgot the gun. she goes over and picks it up. She briefly checks to make sure the safety was on and hands to Pamela with the gun's handle towards her, barrell away and pointed towards the floor, she obvioiusly knew how to handle a gun. "There you go. Do you have everything Miss Sweigeld?" she asks.
Mouse: It felt good to have the gun back in her hand, but the reason for it felt much further away. “Todah. Yes I think I have everything I need.” It felt good. Tomorrow, tomorrow was going to be a good day.
Peyton Riley: Sugar watched Pamela leave and smiled closing the door, things were going well, exactly to Mr Scarfaces plan. She couldn't wait to tell him how well things went.Peyton Riley:
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Peyton Riley: The next afternoon there is a knock at Pamela's door, opening it reveals Sugar standing there in a sleek black pinstriped ladies suit and skirt, with a rather large fashionable hat, and matching purse. Leaning against the hallway are two large cardboard boxes, each as large as Pamela. Sugar picks one box up, apparently they weren't that heavy, surprsingly light for their bulk. "Miss Sweigeld, I have those packages you were expecting. May I bring them in?" she was alone in the hall
Mouse: The knock caught her by surprise, watching the daytime garbage reality TV, she’d been expecting a call or a card slipped under it again and the knock made her jump. Pamela looked through the peephole, it was her.. the blonde, sugar, dressed to kill, so sharp, it frustrated Pamela she never looked that sharp, that elegant, she looked down at herself, slack grey leggings, big fluffy slippers, a long pink sweatshirt down to her mid thighs. She paused a moment to compose herself and opened the door.“I… I wasn;t expecting you, I thought we were going to meet.. somewhere”. She looked at the boxes.. huge.. “What have you… brought here? What?” She looked nervously each way down the corridor. “What? What are they? I thought…?”
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles at the small woman in her common yet cozy clohtes, she doesn't looked surprized at all. she actually looks confused that Pamela didn't catch her meaning earlier. "I said I would bring those deliveries." She gives Pamela a look as if to say 'those presents'. "Our employer wants you to check the contents. Can I please bring them in?" without waiting she starts to carry one in and sits it down gently on the living room floor. She opens her purse and pulls out a box cutter and with a skillful hand starts to cut it open.
Mouse: “No… wait” Pamela watched dumbfounded as Sugar brought in the huge package. “These are the presents? Good G_d what have you got in them?” She followed after the taller woman, like a lapdog at her heels. “Are these? What are you wanting to blow..?” She looked back at the open door and whispered “I thought we were just going to leave a couple of surprises, small but loud.” She looked back nervously to the door “What are you DOING here?! What are they? Can’t we close the door? Oh g_d put that down, please… stop.” She reached out to Sugar’s arm withdrawing it sharply as the knife appeared, she backed away towards the door, oh g_d the other box outside. This wasn’t how it was meant to be She was just going to collect the presents leave them and job done, now it looked like they wanted to blow up a city.
Peyton Riley: Sugar looks at Pamela quizzically. "We can do show and tell after you bring in the other package and close the door." she says cooly, not disturbed or surprised by the smaller woman's shock and panic. Smirking a little as the woman was following her so closely, knowing she wouldn't be stopped. As Pamela starts to question and beg Sugar gets out the blade to open the box. seeing the way the mouse jumped back it would appear she thought the blonde was going after her. Sugar just smirks and cuts the box open, not stopping, but she doesn't open the box. Just sits, kneeling on the floor waiting. She gives her a small look. "Well?" the blade still in her hand, she twists her wrist making the light in the room glint off the blade.
Mouse: Pamela backed to the door, the knife looked very bright and sharp and clean, her hand went to her face again. They’d said these people were crazy. Usually they said it and laughed but she didn’t feel like laughing just now. She bumped into the door, the handle digging in her side.. these people were crazy, they might be obvious and brutal.. oh g_d they were brutal, the knife looked cared for… loved. She wondered how much it had cut, she looked out I the hall, still no one there, how many people had seen Sugar arrive though. The boxes were huge, she grabbed one, looking both ways over and over and began to drag it inside. They’re crazy. It was lighter than she’d expected but she still couldn’t lift it, she dragged it, only once did it feel like it would topple, she went back outside to slide it along the floor with a last look slamming the door behind. Falling to her knees behind the parcel she tried to catch her breath, leaning on it.
Peyton Riley: Sugar just watched Pamela scurry and stumble to get the last package. She kept idly toyed with knife in her hand, it was older but well cared for, in her hand it might as well have been a pencil she twirling around. She made a slight face as she watched Pamela run into the door handle. Her expression changed to amusement as Pamela dragged the box, looking like a mouse trying to carry a piece of food much bigger than itself. As Sugar watched the slumping Pamela lean on the box, she opened the box she was kneeling over and pulled out its contents. (c)
Peyton Riley: It was a beautifully handcrafted life sized wooden doll. A caricature of a hula dancer, with wide round curves, bright smile, wearing a coconut bra and grass skirt. Turning the dancer over revealed two pins in the back, that had to be unclipped before they were removed. There was only one thing that marred the craftman's ship of the doll, a nasty gouging scar about the doll's right eye. As if someone had started to hack into it with a pocket knife in a frenzy. She stared at the doll a long moment and then back to Pamela. "This present is to be taken to the Inferno club and left on the volcano." she smiles. (c)
Peyton Riley: The Inferno was a new club in Gotham, that was to open in a week. It was another of those new themed clubs, but looked like a blatant rip off of the Iceberg lounge. It had many tables and dance spots circling about the base of a large sculpted volcano, erupted belches of fire every hour. While similar to the Iceberg Lounge, it didn't have the class that was associated with it. Having a garish amount of neon zig zagging about the place and simple wooden floors, which were easier to clean up if there was a fight or spilled liquor. Which wasn't too surprising since it was being opened by Johnny Sabatino, the new head of the Italian crime family. (e)
Mouse: Pam leaned, peeping around the box as she watched Sugar slice it open, the Styrofoam peanuts falling all over her rug, she couldn’t help but wince at that, all the little pieces that break off. No wonder it had been too heavy for her to lift, she paused a moment though remembering how easily Sugar had handled the package. The figure was tacky, standard nightclub fare, but the face! Whoever received this would know where it came from, that was for sure. She began to creep out from behind her own box, scurrying across until she knelt beside Sugar looking up at the monstrosity. “How am I supposed to get it in? I thought, it isn’t what I expected… the other is the same?” She nodded at the other box, but her eyes soon returned to this “It isn’t what I expected, I expected small.”
Peyton Riley: Sugar loooked at Pamela and smiles, that cold smile of hers. "You will be just taking in this lady to the Inferno. The other one is for a different friend of ours." she shurgs off Pamela's question, clearly not caring. It was Pamela's problem now. "That is your duty to figure out, you have a couple of days to think it over. You could go as a regular delivery girl, it does fit the club, no one would know. Just make sure in two nights from now you pull the pins. They will give you a good hour to get away and not have to worry about it." she moves to the second box and makes quick work of the tape with her knife. "Want to see the second present?" she grins.
Mouse: Pamela looked up and down the figure, nodding, one wouldn’t be so bad there had to be a way. She nodded as she listened to Sugar, and hour, easy, if what they were saying was true, never trust anyone, she knew that, maybe they wanted a dead Catwoman at the scene, she was going to check the timer, for radio receivers. Suddenly it struck her again where they were, another little sliver of resentment slipped inside, ‘They shouldn’t have brought THIS to my home.” She turned on her toes still squatting to watch Sugar slice pen the other box almost surgically.
Peyton Riley: As she opened the second present Sugar spoke casually. "Now, this one is to be taken to the abandoned Smith warehouse on the corner of Port and Smith. You can drop it off early, just make sure you are in your delivery costume and seen when you go in to pull the pins. Fire a few gunshots so people can hear it." she then smirks and pulls the second doll out of its box. (c)
Peyton Riley: The doll was a startling replica of Catwoman, even her facial features looked the same. If one wasn't up next to the ventriloquist's doll they would have mistaken it for the real thing. But there was some stark differences, she didn't have her usual sly teasing grin, she looked horrified and in pain, her face contorted a little. She was clad in her signature catsuit, but it was riddled with bullet holes, giving the appearance she had been gunned down. In the bottom of the box was a large milk jug of pigs blood to help complete the scene. There was also a cardboard sign in the bottom of the box.
Mouse: Pamela watched as the new monstrosity was unwrapped, so THIS was the one she needed the costume for, this one that was even worse, not crude like the other but rather too perfect. Brutal and crazy, the two words came back... this was… she looked at the jug, what was that? Dark red and thick and sloshing in Sugar’s hand as she picked it out of the packing? Was it blood? Her face contorted in disgust and she stood up and backwards, away. “What is that?”
Peyton Riley: Sugar looks down at the jug in her hands and sets it down casually. "This? It's just pig's blood, you may need to shake it if it separates. Just pour over and around the doll when setting her up. Just to add to the scene. Then top it with the sign." she hands Pamela the sign. It read 'Dummy'. "Just a message for our friend who encounters this one." she smiles. "The timer starts when the pins are pulled. It gives you 15 minutes to get out before the motion sensor is turned on. Then don't get within 10 feet of it."
Mouse: Pamela’s stomach turned… ‘Pigs blood! How DARE they bring that filth into her home?!”, she looked at Sugar again with hatred a moment and then looked away hoping the blonde hadn’t seen it on her face. She forced her face back into placidity before looking back. There was a new word in her mind, this was, she looked at the jug in Sugar’s hand again, this was … sick. Brutal and crazy and sick… and dangerous. They’d brought explosives and filth into her home, the thought of it swelled in her throat, she couldn’t breathe, she tried to force herself to calm, Sugar’s words washing over her, fingers trembling. When this terrifying woman was gone she could … she looked at them.. good grief how to get them out? She’d barely pulled on in. “How dare they? HOW DARE they!?” Her fingers stopped trembling as she closed them in a fist.
Peyton Riley: Sugar just watched as it looked like Pamela was going to be sick, seeing the anger and fear ripple through the small woman. She just smiles as if she was watching a show, amused. "Is something wrong? or did you prefer human blood or stage blood?" she asks innocently. "Stage blood just doesn't look real enough poured out for what we are doing." she then sits a moment and nods standing up. "Does everything suit your satisfaction? If so, I will get Mr Scarface then." she moves as if she is to go to the door to fetch him.
Mouse: Everything Sugar was saying was like a splinter under Pamela’s skin, a sliver working its way in. “What?” She’d missed the words, it had washed over and slipped away. The jug sloshed again and the resentment and fear and revulsion rose again. Her eyes moved to Sugar’s face again but she couldn’t hold her gaze as they wavered and she looked away. ‘It’s ok’ she told herself, ‘Somehow I’ll get it out of here, and in two days it’ll be done and gone’. “It’s OK” she watched as Sugar turned towards the door.
Peyton Riley: Sugar set the jug back in it's box. She matched Pamela's gaze, confidant, unmoving, giving her that same smile. "Well, if everything is okay, I'll get Mr Scarface, he wants to talk to you person." she says in a business-like manner. A few minutes later there was a soft knock at the door followed by it slowly opening. It was Sugar, but she was carrying a ventriloquist's doll in her arms, cradling it like he was the most precious thing, her hand was inserted in it. The dummy has large cracks, radiating from his right eye. Dressed in a sharp pinstripe suit with a fedora, clutched in its hands was a small tommy gun, that looked quite real. (c)
Peyton Riley: The puppet turns to face Pamela and starts to talk, with that same gravely cigar smoking voice. "Hello dere Mouse, glad ta finally meet ya."
Mouse: Pamela watched Sugar leave, the door closing softly behind her, Pamela fell to ger knees, her stomach still heaving, heart pounding she pushed the peanuts back into the box, breaking them into a little white balls, but covering the jug, ‘These people are crazy, these people are crazy, oh g_d Pamela what have you done?’. She looked at the whit debris on her carpet, began picking them up, trying to flick them into the box, trying to pick them crawling around the boxes , the two monstrous figures. The rap at the door was light… still Sugar, not him, plainly, and the sound of it opening… that bitch had left it on the latch ANYBODY could have come in! Pamela looked up as Sugar entered carrying something , some doll or something, and waited for him to enter too. –c-
Mouse: At the sound of his voice she slipped out of her squat landing hard on her backside, her eyes widening as she looked at the revolting little doll. “HIshtagat! What the F…”
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles as Sugar closes the door tight and walks cloer to Pamela. "Hehe, I know I'm a lot to take in, but no reason for ya to get up on just out of ol' scarface." He turns towards the packed up dolls. "Did you like da presents? Sugar is quite gifted with her workmanship, one of her many talents." he turns back towards Pamela. "Are ya gettin' excited about your part of da job?" Sugar is passive just listening and watching the doll talk in her hand, that same smile on her lips.
Mouse: Her mouth worked silently as she watched him, her attention now focussed on the doll, and his tiny but oh so real looking gun, even as he ‘spoke’ it was hard to look away from his broken little face and at Sugar, almost as if she weren’t there anymore. The world was slipping away from sanity the more she watched. ’This is great Pam, now you’re bombing nightclubs for Mrs. Rochester and Howdy Doody.” She looked again at the gun, the tiny barrel pitch black and swaying gently, the gun cradled in his tiny arms, one eye, pale and… dead like the woman’s who wielded him. They’d said these people were crazy, why hadn’t she listened? It was true, even by Gotham standards these people’s… this woman’s cheese had slipped. She still couldn’t speak finally managing a nod. She had to get them out, why did she keep thinking them? She had to get the blonde out, and then? Get the job done and get away. Pamela found she wanted to cry.
Peyton Riley: Sugar just watched the slack jawed Pamala sitting on the floor, her eyes focused on Scarface. Scarface chuckles, "Good, good. I knew you were concerned about da presents and wanted to make sure ya were comfortable. We can't be gettin' cold feet now can we?" he turns to sugar. "ya were right, she is a petite lil mouse ain't she? a lot cuter dan you described too." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton scowls at that Scarface's comment, but keeps quiet. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles. "A lot quiter dan on da phone too. I do have a habit of leavin' da girl's speechless." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar's hand grips about scarface tighter, possesivly. She rests her cheek on his head, gently nuzzling him. "mm, that you do daddy... I would know." she smiles but it is fake, "she was a lot more outspoken a while ago." (e)
Mouse: Pamela couldn’t take her eyes of him, the little doll was hideous, its face seemingly broken and repaired, his dead eye, her dead eye slipped back into Pamela’s mind. Her hand went to her face again/ It had to be a nightmare, she hadn’t really hooked up with a madwoman and her doll. It was a nightmare, it had to be, but the sob was building inside, she tried to focus and words started to slip though, and his voice, softer than before, almost, she couldn’t figure it out, she tried to gather her thoughts, realized the unladylike position in which she was sitting and closed her knees together. ‘Why am I doing that it’s a doll?’ She clasped her arms around her knees pulling them to her chest surreptitiously pinching her wrist under the sleeve of her sweatshirt, a tear rolled, no dream. She wanted them gone and… there was no choice, she had gone to them and now they had her, and they had brought their madness into her home.
Peyton Riley: Scarface got close to Pamela, who was all balled up, looking ready to cry. Sugar bent down so that the doll was face to face with Pamela. The puppet's voice took on a soft warm tone, "Look at da poor lil' mouse Sugar, so timid and nervous. She's just too cute for words!" his cold wooden hand raised up and stroked Pamela's cheek."I know I gotta bad reputation, but dere's no reason ta be scared of ol' scarface. I take good care of my girls. Right Sugar?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar drew Scarface close to her chest, like a little girl not wanting to let go of her prized teddy bear. "Yes daddy." Her voice had a small pleading sound to it now, as her voice became almost child like. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled as he was now nestled in Sugar's bossom. "hehe, see? Now dat doesn't mean I put up wit' any disprespect. But I make sure my girls are safe and get what dey want." his voice was honeyed with promises. "So tell me, my sweet lil' mousie. Do ya understand what ya are ta do for me?" (e)
Mouse: Her eyes grew wider as he got closer, closer, staring into the doll’s eyes, into their deadness, she could feel her throat closing and the thud of her heard against her thighs as she pulled them even closer, she could feel herself clenching inwards, and the rushing as it began, his little hand reaching out, the gun lowered but still pointing at her, limply waving towards her, swinging almost nonchalantly. It took all her strength not to flinch, but a very quiet eeeep seeped out of her as its hand brushed her right cheek. The rushing grew in her ears, such that it was a relief when Sugar finally pulled him away, she had to force herself to remember it was an it. Pulling him away and folding him into her cleavage. It was hard to hear the words, the rushing was so loud. Pulling him in and close. –c-
Mouse: Then in a moment she was gasping for air as her throat closed further as the image of Sugar nursing it slipped unwanted into Pamela’s mind as she watched it hide its face a moment. “Huuhhhh”, it was hard to get any air, as she smothered under the insanity that had invaded her haven. She tried to close her eyes to blott it out “huhhhh”, still no air, he was asking her something, she nodded, not wanting to antagonize him... it… HER. –e-
Peyton Riley: The dolls eyes stare lifelessy back at Pamela as they widen. the doll chuckles amused as the mouse eeped softly as his hand touched the woman's cheek. "hehe, she even sounds like a mouse. Dat's precious." he chuckles as he is nestled into Sugar's cleavage. "ooh dats the stuff Sugar..." he murmers. He seems lost for a moment and clears his throat. "Sugar, I'm tryin' ta do business here." Sugar loosens her grip on the doll so he is more in Pamela's face, for Scarface to realize that Mouse was struggling to breathe and had closed her eyes. "Ya okay dere mousie?" asked the puppet with concern. "I think dat maybe ya could use a drink." He looks up at Sugar. "Hell, we could all use a good drink, could ya be a good mouse and do dat for us?" asked Scarface as Sugar drew him back. (e)
Mouse: Pamela’s breathing turned into a wheeze as Sugar leaned over her, the tiny doll close to her face, Sugar leaning far over her, Pamela wanted to shrink away even further, shrink away and escape. She could almost imagine breath on her face, and then through her eyelids it seemed things lightened a little and she dared to open her eyes a little as the madwoman and the doll pulled back slightly. Her chest felt so tight “Huhhhhh-eeeeee” she wheezed “A drink?” Had he asked for a drink? the panic was rushing in her head and ears, tightening in her throat and chest and muscles, she tried to focus “Did you..huhhhhh want a drink eeeeee?”. Why didn’t they just GO?
Peyton Riley: Scarface turned to face Pamela, annoyance was rising in his voice. "Did I stutter mouse? I said we should all have a drink. Dat means you, me, and of course Sugar." Sugar goes over to the sofa and sits down crossing her legs, her skirt rising up her thigh a bit. She rests Scarface in her lap. It is clear they have no intention on leaving soon, at least until they had a drink.Scarface murmers to himself. "For bein' such a smart girl, she can be a lil' slow." grumbles scarface, mostly to himself. (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles glad that Scarface gave them an excuse to be alone. she speaks up a bit too eager. "we will drink anything, please take your time." (e)
Mouse: Pamela tried to force herself to calm, it felt impossible, to be so, to be so lost, in her own home. She tilted her legs sideways eventually tipping onto her knees and pitching forward “huhhh –eeeee, staying there a moment on her hands and knees trying to calm, she felt sick again, wasn’t sure she could hold it this time “huhhhh-ackhh” . She couldn’t hold, felt the burning in her throat, still tried to hold it back. It rose again. She longed to have control again, to be able to calm, but the blood was rushing in her ears, she raised a small hand to her mouth and this time it came, between her fingers down her wrist, burning in her throat and nose, and the humiliation burning on her cheeks. She finally pushed herself upright looking at her hand… it wanted to rise again, and the tears began to flow. “huhhh-eee” the smell and taste made it rise. She unsteadily climbed to her feet “huhhhh-eeee… I… huhh I need to… huhh… clean up eee”
Peyton Riley: Peyton makes a disgusted face and swiftly got up on her feet as she can't help but watch Pamela get sick all over the floor, it trailing over her hand and wrist. It looked like the blonde wanted to get out of there now, not wanting to have to deal with a sick mouse, she started to back away to the door. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface pipes up as Peyton moves. "Hold it Sugar." he said with a warning in his voice. She freezes. "Aw ya poor thing..." said Scarface his voice curiously gentle and sad, even with that rasp to his voice. "You're just a bundle of nerves ya are. Ya go get cleaned up and Sugar will take care of the mess. It's such a lovely rug too." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar makes a face, clearly not wanting to get her hands dirty. "But Scarface..." she whines. (c)
Peyton Riley: The doll seems to struggle with range in the blonde's arms. "Shaddup! ya are here to do as I say! Dis mouse is in no shape to take care of such things! Show our hostess some respect!" (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar draws back away from the angry doll in her arms, like she is expecting to get hit. "Yes Mr. Scarface." she says quickly and sits the doll on the couch, she rushes to the kitchen, her heels clipping along, coming back with paper towels and some dish rags. Making a face she slowly gets on her hands and knees and starts to clean up the mess. (d)
Mouse: Pamela watched, the insanity in front of her growing by the minute, until she felt it rsie again and she stumbled away from them toward the bathroom. Leaning n the wall with her clean hand, the tears were flowing freely as she stumbled in and slammed, latched the door behind her slumping on the bowl and leaning over the bath to eject the rest. She sat, awkward and uncomfortable and wept, trying to steady her self, to get past the roar of the panic and find herself again. She stopped heving and held onto her sides… and onto the image of them, the smell and the taste and the burning humiliation burning bright inside, and the old box, the sides lifting anc losing around them, locking it inside closed and remembered and stored with the rest.
Peyton Riley: Scarface growls as Sugar is on all fours trying to clean up the mess on the carpet. "What the hell do ya think ya are doing, ya stupid broad?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar draws back a little scared of the doll's wrath. she blubbers. "I'm cleaning just as y-" (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface interrupts the blonde. "I know what I said!" fumes the doll. "Go find da thing we came here for!" he hisses at her, keeping his voice low so Pamela couldn't hear them from the bathroom. (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar quickly gets up from her cleaning and goes to the front door looking around. "She is so organized, I would think it would be here..." she says to herself. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface hisses, "Look in da drawer! she probably likes to keep things outta sight, she is a mouse after all." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar looks at the large welsh dresser by the door, amazed by the amount of knick knacks on it, alligned perfectly, lots of hiding spots too. she nods understanding and opens the drawer peeking inside. "I found them Scarface and her gun is in here too." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface sounds pleased. "Good good take them and the gun too. You brought the replacements right?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar pulls the gun and Pamela's set of keys out of the drawer. she goes to the door and tries the keys, finding the house key. She then scampers to her purse and opens it. she pulls out a small box from her purse and sets it on the floor. Sugar then proceeds to quickly empty the gun into her purse. She then opens the box of blanks and loads them into the gun. She takes the house key off the key ring, tosses it in her purse and puts a new key that looks very similar to it back on the key ring. She then hurries back to the open drawer and puts the keys and gun back where she found them. "There done." she is holding her purse like she is ready to go. (c)
Peyton Riley: scarface sounds pleased. "Very good Sugar." his tone quickly changes. "Where do you think you're going? Finish cleaning up her mess!" he growls.(c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton almost whimpers but dutifully gets back on her hands and knees and cleans up the messy rug. (d)
Mouse: Slowly, slowly her brain began to return for where it had run, and the noise eased, and the pain and humiliation was locked and catalogued and she began to function. She felt light headed as the wheezing eased to a heavy but easier breath and slowly she calmed ‘It’s ok, it’s ok, I can do this, and then, there are places for someone like me… far away, far away’. She stood up, steady, turned to the sink, washing her arm, splashing cold water on her face, ‘It’s ok it’s ok’. At least it wasn’t on her clothes, she pulled them, smoothed them. And pausing at the door she collected herself enough to return to them, To where they waited calmly. She caught herself again… not them... she. “I’m afraid I don’t have much I’m not really… a drinker”
Peyton Riley: Scarface is still sitting on the couch, sugar is just returning back from the kitchen all the towels and rags put away, the rug is amazingly clean. The puppets voice is quite sympathtic. "You feelin' better mousie? it is so sad to see a cute girl like ya gettin' so worked up. Sugar and me didn't mean to over stay our welcome. We will see ourselves out, but we will owe ya dat drink to make up for upsettin' ya." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar scoops up her purse and then Scarface and starts to walk towards teh door, stopping to turn to Pamela. "Thanks again for having us over. Sorry for everything." she looks embarassed by it all. (e)
Mouse: She watched them start to go, the rushing was fading but her head hurt, in a semi -circle down her nose and around her right eye She watched them, her eyes narrowing at the sudden change, they didn’t make any sense “uh.. ok” she started to walk towards them...she stoped herself again ‘Her… it’s just HER’, to open the door. Nothing made sense, She wished Matt*, no not Matt, she wished He* was here, no not him either, never him. –e-
{*see Cat and Mouse}
Peyton Riley: Sugar and scarface meet up with their thug of a hired hand who had kept the hallway empty, she follows them down to the waiting car. Once in the car, scarface turns to face Sugar who looks upset and fidgity, his voice tender. "What's wrong Sugar? Somethin's eattin' ya." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar sighs. "I'm so confused... you were hitting on that girl, then had us exhange all those things on her and made me clean up her vomit.." she turns away from Scarface. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface reaches up and caress' Sugar's cheek. "Aw, you aren't jealous of her are ya Sugar? I only have one Sugar an dats you, nothin' could change dat." Sugar turns to face him. "Da rest was an act! Ya know ya catch more flies with honey, so I charmed her a bit. The rest was all a cover so she wouldn't know you were taking her key and bullets. (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar looks at him, tears in her eyes. "Really Daddy?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles. "You know it's true Sugar." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles and kisses the doll. "Oh, I'm so relieved daddy, I thought you might not like me anymore..." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface says tenderly, "Of course not. I will never let you go. We belong together." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar hugs the doll tightly happy to hear that. After a moment she pauses. "Why did we exchange her things though?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles. "I knew ya would ask about dat. Ya saw how upset she got, da girl is a bundle of nerves. Anything could set her off. Better play it safe with her lil toy and keep the key as an insurance policy. I'm always thinking ahead Sugar." (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar just smiles and holds her doll feeling a lot better. "Thank you my sweet doll boy." as the car rolls away back to their hotel room. (d)
Mouse: She closed the door behind them, locked and bolted it, double, triple checked it, and turning her back she slipped to the floor, sitting on her heels. The mess,… the statues, the bombs, the blood… and the Mess. She put her face in her hands and wept. -e-
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Part Three: Kitty's Curiosity
Peyton Riley: After the explosive event at the Iceberg Lounge one of Selina's mafia contacts got a hold of her, wanting to discuss some business that related to her. He insisted on meeting her in person and woudn't give any other details. When they met he handed her a letter and promptly left. Written in elegant hand writing on the envelope was 'Kitty'. Opening it she would find the following note written in the same hand: (c)
Peyton Riley: "Dear Miss Kitty,
I'm glad that you were able to attend my little party. I was quite impressed with your skills and wanted to chat with you, but With all of the excitement and a few party crashers, it just didn't work out. Sugar and I would be delighted if you could join us for dinner and drinks tommorrow at 7PM at Poseidon's.
Best regards,
Scarface" (c)
Peyton Riley: Poseidon's was one of Gotham's finest upscale seafood restaurants; catering to Gotham's wealthy and elite. Formal attire wasn't required, but expected. Rumors were that even Bruce Wayne had to book reservations months in advance just to get a table at Poseidons. Located on the 36th floor the polished golden elevator doors opened to a gold framed entrance way. The entrance way was tiered, giving it a clam shell appearance, as the passageway blossomed into the dining lounge. Framed by the golden opening, like a painting, was a view of vibrant cerulean water teeming with bright splashes of color of exotic fish. The focal point and namesake of Poseidon's was the enormous cylindrical aquarium in the center of the restaurant, rising like a column to the mirrored ceiling. Poseidon's prized itself for the varity and rarity of the sea life in their aquarium. (c)
Peyton Riley: It was the home to scores of neons, angel fish, clown fish, sea anemones of every color, and many other tropical fish too numerous to name. It also contained some of the more dangerous densians of the sea; jelly fish, manta rays, and even a sand tiger shark. All the sea life swirled about the pillar in an ever changing kaledioscope of color, life, and death. Posedian's circular dining lounge radiated around the massive aquarium, with lush red carpeting and upholstery, accented with gold trim. The tables were dressed in gold table clothes, with full place settings; the fine silverware gleaming in the azure light from the aquarium. (c)
 
Peyton Riley: When Selina arrived at Poseidon's the maitre d' led her to Scarface's table without a word, expecting her. As they neared the table Selina could see the blonde lounging in a plush chair, wearing a shining green gown, which followed her contours. It tapered about her hips and flared out into flowing ruffles, covering her feet. The gown paired with the aquatic backdrop behind her, made Sugar look like the dress style's namesake; mermaid. (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar was sipping a manhatten, watching the sealife with Scarface seated in her lap. She was talking softly to the puppet, pointing out fish to him. As selina and the maitre d' neared the lounging blonde and doll they could make out the low growly voice of Scarface conversing casually with Sugar. A smack of jellyfish lazily swam past them, beautifully deadly. (d)
Catwoman: It was hardly a surprise to receive word that she was being sought out, she had planned it that way. The events of the night at the Iceberg lounge had left a bitter taste in her mouth, but she had accomplished what she was there for. Keeping two feet planted firmly in the underground, but hand reaching up towards the light of what was right was getting to be tiresome, and she was starting to fail to see the benefits of both. ‘It’s not personal‘, she’d remind herself as the doors to the elevator slid closed smoothly. Hardly convinced at herself she thought back to the rooftop, and to her argument with Batman, and anger started to burn in her stomach. Reaching up, she adjusted the black lace mask partially covering her face and focused on her appearance in the reflection of the doors. Selina had taken her time getting ready, and had spared no expense. –c
Catwoman: The black dress she wore was wrapped around her body like silk, it covered her right shoulder, leaving the left bare and exposed and the bust was unusually reserved compared to her normal attire. It was floor length, and the slit up her right thigh that came up dangerously high was there for motilities sake, there was no reason to sacrifice her mobility for looking good. Her hair was pulled up, small curled pieces of it falling down against her neck and one wispy tendril resting against her cheek and as she moved from the elevator, her dress moved around her legs to show off black pumps, the heels of them a good four inches and silver, serrated like a knifes edge. They were the only weapon she bothered with. –c
Catwoman: Following the host, Selina’s eyes took in the sight of the restaurant and she struggled not to be impressed though the look didn’t show on her face, she had always wanted to come here. Green eyes taking in the two at the table she let a charming smile grace her red painted lips. “You make a woman feel like she’s under dressed in such a beautiful gown.” Selina spoke to Sugar, waiting to be told it is okay to sit, though her posture simply oozed confidence. –ePeyton Riley: The maitr' d pulled out Selina's chair so she could be seated, the sound and presence caused scarfaces head to turn around, he coughed politely and Sugar turned around to face her guest, giving a little nod to show it is okay for her to sit. The blonde's icy blue eye took in the slinky black dress as well as the natural feline grace and confidence in the green eyed woman and smiled and offered a hand. she just smiles at the compliment. "It is nice to see you again and thank you. Oh, you look fine, your dress is lovely, it suits you we-" (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface clears his throat looking at Sugar who immediately quiets. "Hello Kitty, glad you could join us. Sugar was worrin' about ya after da rather dramatic end to dat party. I also wanted to thank ya. Unlike da mooks at da club who ran when things got rough ya stayed, and ya certainly held your own. Ya got initiative and guts, I like dat. You really got us out of a sticky spot dere, I appreciate it. And i'm a guy who shows his appreciation. So consider dis lil' dinner my way of sayin' thank you." (d)Catwoman: Sitting down, Selina’s eyes were tempted to gaze around at the tanks of fish, and because of the scenery she automatically felt herself relax. This would be a hard place to have a show down in. Taking Sugar’s hand she shook it before turning her attention to Scarface. “This is quite the show of appreciation, Mr. Scarface.” Her insides flinched at having to call a puppet Mr. though not a trace of it showed on her face, Selina was good at playing games. Giving the puppet a smile just as charming as she gave sugar she shrugged a slender shoulder. “I’d like to think I’m pretty good at getting out of tight spots, and on occasion my luck rubs off on others. It was nothing, really.”
Peyton Riley: Sugar shakes Selina's hand back, her grip firm but gentle, she smiles and then looks to Scarface listening intently, like she is hanging on to his every word, then listens to Selina. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface has a warm pleased sound to his voice, apparently enjoying the respect shown towards him. "You're very welcomed kitty. Have ya been here before?" he asks having noticed Selina's brief gaze. "It's one of Sugar's favorites places. She hasn't been here since before her pappy left us. Bless him. So I couldn't help but agree with her choice. Especially since I knew I would have such pretty ladies joinin' me." he pauses and turns to look at a large eel go past in the aquarium. He turns back to Selina his voice more business like. "It certainly shows dat you have experience in thight spots and we could all use a lil' luck, can't we?" he chuckles softly. "So has things been going well for ya? Business going well?" he asked in a barely masked casual tone.Catwoman: “I haven’t been here before, no.” She smiled at Scarface once again then let her own gaze drift to the water next to him. “I’ve heard nothing but good things about this place though.” God she could live in a place like this. “Sugar you have good tastes.” Turning her solid green gaze back to Sugar she gave the woman a more genuine smile then flicked her eyes down to Scarface as he spoke. “It’s hard to operate in Gotham without luck.” Inclining her head at his questions she gauged her answers carefully, he obviously had a job for her, but he was testing the waters. “Things always go well for me.” The tone was walking the line of seriousness and joking so finely it was hard to tell the difference. “Business is slower than usual, as you could see from last night, it seems a certain man always gets in my way.” She let the anger from earlier seep into her voice just enough to be detected.
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles genuinely as she is complimented. "Thank you. It is beautiful here and just wait until you try the dinners-" she interrupts herself this time so she doesn't get carried away. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface had just started to look towards Sugar but resumes his gaze at Catwoman as she stops herself. "Glad you have such confidence and enthusiasm in yourself and your work." he apparently caught her fishing back, knowing that she caught that he had work in mind for her. But he knew this dance and continued strolling down the floor and hearing the tone in her voice regarding a certain man he does a quick turn. He chuckles. "Hehe, we know what ya mean, this town is known for it's biggest party crasher. Always spoils everyone's good time." he pauses a moment as if thinking. "Well if work is slow, I have a couple things going on you might be interested in. And it makes sure dat man doesn't get caught in anybody's hair." he says keeping his voice playful, clearly enjoying the conversation. (d)Catwoman: Glancing at Sugar as she spoke her gaze moved back to Scarface and she relaxed back in her chair, crossing her left leg over her right and laying her hands on her knees, looking quite at home in the classy place. “He certainly does.” Selina thought for a moment about Batman then brushed the thoughts away to focus on the task at hand. “Oh do you?” There was interest there, not too much, but enough to have a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I’d be interested to see what you have for me. Can’t let me skills get dull after all, and there are only so many interesting places to visit in Gotham on your own.” Her heart thumped once in her chest, painfully, they had ideas for her, but also for Batman and she pushed that thought away as well.Peyton Riley: He chuckles noting a little curiosity from the kitty. "Oh yes an evening of business dealings and fireworks. We would have our business meeting, while our party crasher gets to enjoy the fireworks. And I'm sure your skill will be used well with da interesting place and person for ya to meet. Have ya heard of Broker Franklin Cott? of Cott Securities?" (c)Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles looking at how relaxed Selina is, clearly enjoying the place, her curiosity obviously peaked by Scarfaces plans, she sits looking between the two, letting scarface handle business (d)Catwoman: Though her facial expression didn’t change, her heart thumped again at the word “fireworks”, well, it wasn’t like his detective vision couldn’t see what he was getting himself into. Catwoman clenched her teeth, so the muscle in her cheek flexed and she covered it up by coughing lightly into her hand before laying back on her knee. ‘Selina Kyle, focus.’ She told herself before shaking her head no lightly at Scarface. “No, I’ve not heard of him.” Wracking her brain the name seemed vaguely familiar, but not enough to hold her own in a conversation.
Peyton Riley: Sugar watches Selina, smiling noticing her body language subtly changing, coughing for no real reason but still returning to that laid back style. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles. "yeah, dat party crasher will have a hot time dat night, hehe." He pauses as if going over his knowledge of Cott. "Cott runs one of da wealthiest securites companies in Gotham. Thing most people don't know is dat part of da reason he is so profitable is dat he has a profitable side business launderin' cash for some of da citie's biggest crime families. Da Falcones, Sabatinos, Connellys, and a couple of others." He runs through them like a laundry list as if intimatly familiar with all of the big players. "In fact I heard dat in a couple of nights from now da Sabatino's runners are droppin' ten million in cash at Cott's office." he lets it hang there, not giving anymore. (d)Catwoman: Catwoman listened intently, watching the puppet though her eyes were tempted to move to the woman holding it and speaking for it she kept her gaze on Scarface. “That’s quite a side business.” Money laundering was common, but the fact that she didn’t know about Cott meant she needed to get new contacts. That was a large amount of cash changing hands quite often. When he got to the end of his run down the sound of ten million sent an chill of excitement down her spine, lighting up her green eyes. “Let me guess where I come in, you want me to steal it.” A smirk twisted her lips, whatever she thought the job was going to be, it wasn’t this.Peyton Riley: Sugar sits back passivly watchiing the two speak only catching a quick glace from Catwoman as she payed attention Scarface, giving the respect he deserved. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled as Selina's posture changes, seeing her back straighten a little and smile turn into a smirk. Loving how she seems to light up hearing about the money "Hehe you're a smart kitty. Yes, I would like ya to intercept the delivery and get a file for me and of couse you would get a sizable cut." his voice sounding pleased of her interest. "Cott securities is a freakin' fortress, no one gets in or out without Cott's okay. Of course dat is only if youse plan on going through any of the normal entrances. I got plans and a route to get ya dere and da locations of security cameras, get to his office and you're home free." says the doll all business. (d)
Catwoman: Catwoman wouldn’t bother to ask the contents of the file they wanted, after all, when it was in her hands she’d take a look for herself. At word fortress her smile only grew a bit, she did love a challenge. “Well, that seems simple enough.” She downplayed it, leaning back to relax once again. He had stated what he wanted her to do, but she had some demands of her own. “How much is said sizable cut?” The money was of course, a great interest, but now her curiosity drove her specifically to finding out what was in the file. “You already have an in and out for me? Impressive.” Like hell she’d follow that blindly. “I want to see blue prints of the building, along with the locations of the security cameras.” Selina paused for a moment then quirked a brow curiously. “Are you wanting me to do this undetected completely?” It wasn’t that she minded, a good in an out always made life much more simple, and bullet free.
Peyton Riley: Scarface has a smile in his voice, like she is saying exactly what he wanted her to say. "Yeah, I want it nice and undetected, no reason getting security and police involved, right? Getting out will be easy, Cott has a secret emergency exit to da secured staircase, guess he thinks he might have ta make a hasty exit in his line of work. But deres no cameras in dere. It exits to a security door in a side alley and youse can just waltz out, where we can make a quick getaway. Well, normally I have all three of us get a cut, but since you are doing all the leg work kitty, I'm willing to give ya half. " he pauses a moment to see her reaction to her cut and let it sink in. He then chuckles as she asks about the blueprints and routes. He turns to the blonde. "Hehe, she is quite the professional isn't she? Give her that nice little folder you made up for her." (c)Peyton Riley: Sugar just looks at the doll and caresses his cheek with her other hand. "She sure is daddy. I told you she would be a good choice." she nods at his request and reaches down under the table. Pulling out a nice looking leather bound folder that was quite thick, opening it one would see blue prints, maps, time tables and descriptions in meriticulos detail in the flowing hand from the invitation. (d)Catwoman: She envisioned in as he spoke, the secure staircase, the lack of cameras and the two of them waiting in the car out back, door opening and gun pointed at her. Bang. Green eyes amused at the thought she inclined her head in agreement to keeping security and police out of the loop, less bullets, less bruises. As her gaze cleared from her mental vision to settle on the two her shoulder jerked slightly at the terms of the cut, five million dollars. Five million fucking dollars. God, she could only imagine the vacation she could take with that money. Her face stayed relatively passive if not a bit pleased and she reached out, taking the folder from Sugar and set it on her own lap. Opening it up, she flipped through a few pages, noted the handwriting. “Impressive, it seems you have everything all planned out. Catch?” If there wasn’t one, she’d be surprised for the second time that night.
Peyton Riley: Sugar nods her hair bobbing softly. "Yes, honey has everything planned out. He always does." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface almost seems disappointed that Selina didn't show her excitement but she did seeme intrigued. He chuckled as she looked over their work asking about catches "Hehe I was waitin' for dat, you're a shrewd woman. Only two things. "One, don't look in da folder we want ya to pick up. If we find out ya did, you will find your cut halved. Two, things will be a bit spread out dat night, so Sugar will be driving. Needless to say, we will have the glass between front and back seat up, so no risk from either side. Do those conditions sound reasonable?" he asked. (d)Catwoman: 2.5 Million dollars for looking into a folder? She could deal with that. Her smile genuine once again, but for her own reasons Selina nodded, her dark hair brushing the back of her neck as she did and adjusted her legs. “I think I can live with those terms and conditions.” The car was the only thing that had her insides twisting up in warning, the glass would be up, she’d have to be sure to plan for the unexpected. Selina was never really fond of being driven around, too many things could happen. Her fingers brushed against the top of the file, any other questions she had she could answer on her own, time would tell most of them, except for one. “Who else do you have working on this with you?” There was no way they would have been able to get this information without connections, and if Sugar was going to be driving the car, who was going to be distracting The Dark Knight.Peyton Riley: Scarface nods a pleased sound in his voice as she agrees. "Good, good. Glad you approve of dem. Sugar was afraid dat the bullet proof glass would scare ya off, but I assured her you would agree since we all want to be friendly until dis is done. right?" he chuckles as if he things Sugar is stupid. he nods. "Good question. You may have noticed we had a valet the other night. "Well, dat's Moose. Her brother Rhino used ta work for me. But he is in prision so she is workig for me. I do prize loyalty and family caring for family so she is working for me. She is going to be making sure da party crasher finds one of his presents and dat he doesn't try to cheat with his lil' toys." he sounds terribly amused by this. (d)Catwoman: Listening once again she tapped her nails lightly on the folder now, waiting for the other shoe to drop on who they were working with, and found herself surprised once again. No one she knew, well, at least that they weren’t being forward with. Looking down at the file, her eyes hooded by her lashes Selina flipped through the pages vaguely again. ‘This woman is smart, yeah sure, she’s talking through a puppet, but that’s still her, and there is no way some valet by the name of Moose is going to carry out enough mayhem to keep Batman busy.’ Thinking to herself she turned her gaze back to Scarface, at the mention of toys. “I wouldn’t hurt a hair on your Sugar’s head.” The statement was honest, for the moment as she smiled. “If bullet proof glass makes her feel safer, then by all means, whatever lets her feel safe.” Trap, the car is a trap. Setting the folder on the floor next to the chair, she adjusted her position again.Peyton Riley: Scarface and Sugar waited paitently as Selina looked through the folder, it was incredbly detailed and planned, it even had a timeline. Although sugar looked alittle bashful that Scarface had admitted her concerned and sighed a little as she heard she wouldn't be hurt. "Thank you, Scarface usually watched my back with his tommy gun, but I can't assisit him with both hands on the wheel." she admitted, sounding a bit weaker than she would have liked.(c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles. "Yeah sounds good. Thanks for understandin' kitty. Now do ya have any other questions ya would like to ask us? otherwise, we can resume our dinner now dat business is outta da way." his voice sounds warm, like he is looking forward to dinner. (d)Catwoman: Selina briefly wondered how Kevlar would stand up to bullets in a Tommy gun as Sugar spoke and she gave the blond a reassuring smile. “I’m easy to get along with, as long as we have an understanding that I don’t take kindly to people stabbing me in the back.” Turning her eyes to Scarface her voice was pleasant but for the first time there was a dangerous edge, and her green eyes held the same dangerous look, then as soon as it came it was gone. “I think that concludes our business for this evening, if I think of any questions, I’ll be sure to let you know.” She had forgotten about dinner, but now that she reminded that that’s what they were there for her stomach reminded her that it’d been a while since breakfast.Peyton Riley: Scarface didn't react to the dangerous tone. "Dat's understandable kitty. Especially when such things happen in dis line of work all da time, we all have to be cautious to a point." his tone even but firm, a mutual understanding. Hearing dinner he pipes up. "Now you're talkin!" a waiter passes by and scarface's head turns to follow him, before he shouted. "Hey! Waiter! what does it take to get service here?" (c)Peyton Riley: Sugar smiled at the kind smile and nodded back to Selina. As Scarface focused on getting a waiter she spoke softly to Selina, like she didn't want to bother Scarface. "The salmon is amazing here, although my daddy always swore by the lobster." (d)Catwoman: It was rare that Selina met another female in their kind of work that she kind of liked, even if she did have a rather dangerous personality quirk, and she found herself liking the blond sitting across from her and maybe feeling a little sorry for her though that was a mistake. Offering a smile to Sugar Selina leaned in a bit closer, speaking softly as well as if extending the same courtesy to Scarface. “Since you like this place, I’ll trust you to make a good decision for what I should have to eat.” How did a woman get like Peyton Riley anyway?Peyton Riley: Sugar smiled as selina leaned in, glad that someone else respected Scarface and that she wouldn't get in trouble again for talking out of turn. The blonde's eye that revealed by her hair widened in surprise as Selina offers her to place her order, as if no one ever trusted on simple things like that. Sugar actualy blushes a little. (c)Peyton Riley: About that time they are interrupted by an older waiter who hurries over, he acts professional and even talks to the puppet who naturally took control of the conversation. But the waiter was a bit off, his responses a bit too fast, a bit too eager to please. "I'll take da biggest steak ya got, rare. Wit' dose lyonized potatoes Sugar keeps talking about and good scotch to go
wit' it." he turns to Sugar and Selina. "And ladies?" he asks. (c)Peyton Riley: Sugar ordred the salmon with the lyonized potatoes and with a winter squash mix and lobster tail, garlic mashed potatoes, and an extra order of scallops braised in wine for Selina. The waiter jots everything down and after writing selina's order stops a second and peers at Sugar he has a funny smile on his face as he remembers something. "I haven't heard that order in years! Well... not since Sean used to come in with his little girl!" he smiles genuinely. "Are you..? no, you couldn't be..." (c)
Peyton Riley: The doll slowly slumped onto the table as the waiter talks and Sugar looks at him shocked. "Y-you remember me?" the waiter laughs and nods. "It's a small world, isn't it?" asked the waiter smiles. "I'll be right with your order." he trots off looking not so nervous. (d)Catwoman: Noting the blush on the other woman’s cheeks, Selina smiled easily, glad to have given the other some sense of control, even if only for a moment. As she opened her mouth to say something the waiter hurried over and she turned her green gaze to his nervous form. ‘Poor guy.’ The amused thought crossed her mind as she watched him speak to the puppet her gaze resting back on Sugar as she ordered for Selina. It was a lot of food, but it sounded so very delicious and then the change came over the waiter before an even bigger change came over the woman sitting across from herself. Her gaze moved to the doll where it slowly slumped on the table, momentarily forgotten in Sugar’s surprise and Selina sat back in her chair, saying nothing as she watched the interaction between the waiter and Sugar. ‘Interesting.’
Peyton Riley: As the waiter left Sugar slowly looked about the restaurant almost as if seeing it again for a long time. She gazed at the tank a little and then spoke, to who, it wasn't clear, perhaps herself. "I have missed this place... so many memories." she turns and faces Selina smiling, her eyes distant and unfocused. "It was always so nice to come here with daddy when I was a little girl. I always felt so grown up going to such a formal dinner. Getting to wear such fancy dresses, showing daddy what I had learn from my ettiquette classes." she giggles remembering. "It was the only place where we wouldn't get interrupted by daddy's business. I felt so.. special, getting daddy all to myself, while we enjoyed our favorite meals, watching the fish..." she turns to watch the fish her voice trailing off. She stares through the fish, lost in thought. Scarface not moving or speaking up the entire time.Catwoman: Selina sat still and silent, watching the woman before her as she was lost in thought and memories, how far would someone have to fall to pick up a trait like Scarface? What had happened to her, to make her personality split off. She seemed so nice, so damn nice. Under the table, Catwoman’s hands clenched into fists, she wanted to save this woman and that feeling in of itself was a rare and powerful one. As Sugar smiled at Selina, Selina smiled back and simply listened to her speak, not wanting to break her free of the fond memories she seemed to have. Noting that Scarface was still face planted on the table she tucked that memory away for another time that the information could come in handy.Peyton Riley: Peyton slowly turns back to face selina, she had tears in her eyes, or at least the one catwoman could see. She picked up her napkin and dabbed at her eyes. as she did so the strands of hair shading the other side of her face were pushed aside, revealing the gnarled burns of the scar about her vacant glass eye. "I'm sorry... I just miss him... daddy was no saint... but he was my daddy." she gives a sad smile.Catwoman: The light hit the tear, pulling Selina’s attention to it and she gave a soft smile that could be seen as many things such as pity, concern or even care. The sight of the scar didn’t make her flinch, as she was no stranger to scars both physically and mentally, but it marred the pretty woman’s face and she did well to make sure it was hidden. ‘Should have looked into Peyton Riley more.’ Selina chided herself, because now she was curious. How did that scar come about? Finally breaking her silence Selina took in a deep silent breath then spoke. “What happened to him?” Keeping the question simple and to the point, she figured she’d dig more into Sugar’s past if the conversation progressed passed this; without the accompaniment of Scarface.Peyton Riley: Peyton sighed, "He was gunned down... he had told me he figured that would be how he would die... It was a dangerous line of work. Always some newcomer in some family wanted to make a name for themselves... but..." her lip trembles a little. "but not him... daddy gave him so much..." her tone starting to show the anger and hatred lurking beneath her sadness "he's going to pay for what he did to daddy... and to me..." her tone hard now, she was planning something and she was going to get even.Catwoman: ‘Betrayed? Interesting…’ Selina knew from experience anger could be both a powerful weapon, and a huge detriment all at the same time. It made you over focus on one thing, not enough on the other, it made you say things you might regret later. The night on the rooftop with Batman came to mind and Selina bit the inside of her cheek. ‘That was his own fault.’ “Who is going to pay? Who hurt your family?” She pushed just a bit, she wanted to know more, she wanted to know what the woman was planning.
Peyton Riley: Peyton gave a cold smile, enjoying the thought of who was going to pay for who brought down her world. "My ex-husband, Johnny Sabantino." she lay back looking more casual, although the faded toughness was quickly building back up. "He was difficult, but then again I think he resented being forced into a loveless marriage. I had the bruises to prove that..." she said the hate building in her voice, her body starting to shake from it. "He also didn't like daddy grooming him to take over the business... so he killed him. and I couldn't take it anymore... I was going to the police.. and he stopped me..." she was no longer looking at selina, getting lost again. "and he dragged me to one of the old flophouses my daddy owned... and ended our marriage... with a gun to my face... leaving me for dead!" her voice had been building the entire time, a few patrons turned at the sound but quickly went back to their dinners. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface murmered. "Wh-what's dis?" he slowly sat up, he looks up at Sugar, her face stained with tears and tense with anger. He turns to selina. "A guy can't take a lil' nap without somethin' goin' on. What did ya say? did ya upset my sugar?" growled the doll. (d)Catwoman: ‘Johnny Sabantino.’ Selina stored that away to look up later, watching Sugar as she spoke, registering her body language, the sound of her voice. She didn’t care that other people were looking, never even glancing in their direction as she let Sugar say whatever she wanted. Selina opened her mouth to speak then looked at Scarface began to speak and move. Waiting until he sat up fully she turned her attention to him instead. “We were chatting about the past while you napped, I didn’t realize it was so painful for your Sugar. It seems that man did horrible things to her.” She slipped into the act easily, speaking to Scarface and letting anger fill her voice, anger for Sugar and her situation then turned her attention once again to Sugar. “I’m sure he’ll get what he deserves.” She said it firmly, and truly believed that.Peyton Riley: Scarface, chuckled. "Why would you ladies talk about dat no good louse? He isn't worth your breath." his tone derisive. He looked up at his sugar, his hand came up and brushes her cheek. "Take it easy Sugar. don't ya worry your pretty head about him. we get him taken care of and tip back the balance of this city." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton lookded down at the doll nodding dumbly biting her lip, looking embarassed from getting so worked up. "Thank you honey... I know we will, just you know..."Peyton Riley: Scarface interrupted her. "how ya feel about dat slimy mook." the transistion so fast it was almost hard to tell the voices didn't belong to one person. "Well he is history and ya got me now." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton smiles hearing that. "Yes, I do sweetie." she kisses the puppets head. "You take such good care of me..." her voice sounding genuine as if she really believed it. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles and before he could reply the waiter showed up with a huge tray, and gave everyone's meal, setting both plates in front of Peyton and Scarface. "There you go little miss." smiles the old waiter. "You enjoy your meal."he bowed a little and left. (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton smiles at the old waiter, liking the attention and gives a poilite nod. she turned to selina. "I hope you enjoy your meal." (d)Catwoman: Her green eyes danced back and forth between the conversing girl and her puppet as she was following their conversation. Taking in the words and the sounds, it really was difficult to believe Sugar was voicing them both, the girl was really one hell of an actress. Leaning back from the table as the food was set down, she politely thanked the waiter and looked at the plates. It all looked amazing. Turning her gaze back to Sugar she quirked a brow as she smiled, picking up her fork. “It looks just…absolutely amazing, thank you for ordering for me.” Selina wouldn’t ask anymore questions, not until she could get Peyton as alone as possible. The woman liked to talk, and Selina was more than happy to listen if it gave her information to have an edge.Peyton Riley: Sugar just beams as Selina compliments the meal. She laughs. "Don't thank me until you tried it! But you're welcomed." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface just chuckles. "hehe, glad you two ladies are gettin' along so well. With as busy as we are, Sugar doesn't get many social opportunities anymore."Peyton Riley: Peyton looks sheepish, as if she didn't like Scarface addmitting that, looking self conscious. Peyton started to eat her dinner, she let out a small sigh clearly enjoyng her meal, grinning as she tried everything. Eating slow, savoring it. Scarface's dinner just sat there getting cold. while the ladies ate. (d)Catwoman: Winking at Sugar, she took a bite of her meal and made a pleased noise before nodding towards Scarface. “I can sympathize with that.” Offering another smile to Sugar she tried everything as well, fully enjoying herself as her gaze would move to the fish tank next to them then around the restaurant, finally allowing herself to take in the full beauty of it. Selina would admit that she liked Peyton, and it was really too bad that they were going to end up enemies. Picking up her glass she took a drink as she finished her meal and once again sat back in her chair, crossing one long leg over the other. “I can say that this has been a very productive enjoyable evening. I look forward to working with you both.”Peyton Riley: Scarface just chuckles at Selina and nods. "It is a shame, dat's fer sure. But we gotta enjoy what we can right?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Sugar smiles and blushes a little at the wink, glancing at selina eat and absorb the atmosphere. Glad that the brunette seemed to be enjoying herself. The blonde was relaxed, eating, with scarface perched in her lap. She was enjoying this a lot, she couldn't remember the last time she could just relax and chat and not have everything be all business, she was enjoying her time with the mysterious feline. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface looked at the blonde, "Sugar, if you would." Peyton picked up Scarface's shotglass and placed it in one of his hands which was designed to hold his gun, which had not been brought on this friendly business meeting. Scarface's hand rose up. "To a good evening of good food an' good business." toasted the doll. (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton raised her glass and said "Sláinte." and clinked her glass against Scarface's and then Selina's. (d)
Catwoman: “Certainly have to enjoy what we can.” Now there was a sentiment Selina could get behind. Raising her glass to the two she completed the toast and took another drink and went over the events of the evening in her mind, reaching down and scooping the folder off of the floor to set in her lap. “I don’t think I could eat another bite of anything. Though I must say, if I were to die tonight, because of that food I’d die happy.” It had to of been the best seafood she had ever eaten.Peyton Riley: Peyton laughed at Selina's joke, smiling warmly for once. "I'm glad you liked it. It is well worth coming here." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface looked at both the ladies and chuckled. "Well it was well worth da price and for da business as well. And as a bonus I get dinner wit' two of da most beautiful ladies in Gotham." he laughed at his own joke. (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton blushed a bit and laughed with Scarface, giving him a gentle push. "Aw stop it you flatterer." she smiled up at Selina. "We will have to do this again." (d)Catwoman: “I’ll have to make arrangements to come here again.” It would never happen, making dinner reservations really wasn’t her style, but it was the thought that counted however briefly she considered it. Smiling at Scarface’s words then at Sugar’s playful gesture, feelings of being unsettled moved inside of her. Would they continue to be predictable? Selina could guess what they were going to do, she could react and she could come out with very little damage to herself, that was what she was good at. Others though, they had weaknesses, and certain of those weaknesses being exploited might land them in more trouble than they could handle. Her thoughts drifted back to Batman and she drank the rest of her glass. She would call him, warn him, even if he wouldn’t speak to her because of their encounter, Alfred would hear her out. “I suppose I should be turning in for the evening, I have a few things to get done.”Peyton Riley: Peyton smiles nodding appearing to be genuinely glad that Selina would come back again. Her face falls a little hearing that selina would have to go. "Well, take care. I'm sure we will meet again soon. Call us if you have any questions on those notes." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles, sounding doubtful. "Hehe ya do dat kitty. And ya have a nice evening prowlin'. Lookin' forward to our lil' business venture." as selina slips away scarface looks up at Sugar. "Wipe dat smile of yer face, ya know ya can't trust a cat. Dey will turn on ya when ya least expect it." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton frowns at the doll, selina out of ear shot for sure now. "you don't have to be so mean Scarface." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles. "you know da risks of getting to close to da help. Now lets get goin' we gotta double check some plans." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton sighs and gets up. She says good bye to the waiter she knew and slinked out a back stair case of the restaurant. The enjoyed moment already fading. (d)Catwoman: “Thank you for the wonderful dinner, Mr. Scarface. I’ll see you soon, Sugar.” Standing up, folder in hand, Selina moved out of the main dining hall and to the elevators. Stepping inside, she looked at her reflection once again as she reached up, pulling a slender cell phone from the top of her dress. There would be explosives, that was for sure, and something else that would be awaiting Batman the night of the job. Was it concern that made her want to call him, or perhaps she wanted to make up for what she said to him on the rooftop. Once again she was pulled into her thoughts of their angry exchange and the anger she repressed during dinner came flooding back once again. What in the hell did she care? He owed her as much as she owed him, they were even and he had more than moved on, if he even gave her a thought after he had left she’d probably die of shock. Caring wasn’t in his vocabulary, was it? As the elevator doors slid open, she moved out of it, heels clicking sharply with her stride, her fingers closing around her phone tightly. She didn’t need him, she didn’t need to save him, and she didn’t need to warn him. “Screw him.” Selina stated, walking out of the building and heading home.Peyton Riley: Scarface huffed. "Of course not, she is a professional. She didn't last this long on just her nine lives. But she will follow da plan, she will soon find dere is no better way dan my plan. An' if she doesn't trust your driving, den we aren't to blame of any accidents." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton makes a face. "I'm a good driver." she says defensivly (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled, "sure ya are sugar, I'm sure dat lawyer ya ran off da road for your ol' boyfriend Tommy think's you're a good driver too." (c)Peyton Riley: Sugar shook her head frustrated and carried the doll away in silence. (d)
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Part Four:
Peyton Riley: It had been 5 days since the explosion at the Iceberg lounge and rumors had been spreading like wildfire throughout Gotham's underworld. There was much speculation about Scarface's new Ventriloquist, Sugar. Nobody knew who she was, but she seemed familiar, like they should know her. And there were many who wanted to get to know the attractive woman. There was speculation that Sugar was just a wannabe criminal, stealing Wesker's gimmick. There were others who swore that it was the same Scarface who came back, with just a new pretty puppet he was controlling. (c)
Peyton Riley: There was also a lot of talk about the Penguin. The old bird had been on the rampage since explosion in his establishment. Apparently he had taken it as a direct attack on himself and what he had worked so hard for. He was paying for any information he could get on the new ventriloquist. There was also talk that he was no longer tolerating the 'threat' of the new Inferno. The new themed club that was opening just down the street form the Iceberg Lounge. It was a blatant, yet tacky, knock off of Penguin's club, owned by one of the Italian crime family's rising leaders, Johnny Sabantino. There was talk that the old bird was looking for a crew to help stop the club from opening. Sabatino was known to go to the club every night around 8PM to check on the progress of the club and to help get all the business aspects ready. If the penguin was going to strike it would be then. (c)
Peyton Riley: It was nearing late evening, almost 8PM and there was a lot going on in Gotham. There was movement on the streets near the Smith warehouse, which was by the docks on the corner of Port and Smith. There were rumors that Catwoman had been seen in that area. That warehouse was know for mafia business dealings. (c)
Peyton Riley: On the other side of town, Cott Securities was closed for the night. Several security lights were on and cameras were scanning about it. On the top floor Franklin Cott was surveying the night lights of Gotham from the large security glassed doors which opened on to the balcony. He went back to his desk and looked over some papers and files he had been preparing for his latest business transaction 4 black suit cases were piled in a neat stack on one corner. (c)
Peyton Riley: At the Inferno the security guard, Frank, was making his rounds. Only the main lights on, making the place rather dim. He shines his flash light about looking at the new additions to the club. He smirks as he notices the life sized Hula dancer doll, eyeing her very curvey form. He makes a face as he looks at her face. It was horribly scratched, the eye savagly hacked out with a knife. "Ugh, who would do this?" he asked no one in particular. (d)
Selina Kyle: The stale air of Gotham seemed to hang over the city heavily on the breezeless night, making adventures outside less than comfortable, especially for a woman wearing a cat suit. She ran across the rooftops, towards her destination swiftly and with purpose. There was a small window of opportunity to complete this job and she wasn’t about to miss it. If everything went as planned it’d be an easy in and out, and she’d be a cool five million richer and could satisfy her curiosity by taking a quick peek in the file she was ordered to take; sure Scarface had stated she’d only get half of the cut she was promised but how in the hell was he going to figure out she cheated and looked inside. Landing gracefully on the building across from Cott Securities she took in a deep but silent breath. Her usually free flowing dark hair had been tied up into a ponytail, getting it out of her way, this job was supposed to be stealthy and that’s exactly what she was going to be. -c
Selina Kyle: Having memorized the layout of the building her green eyes focused on the top balcony that was going to be her in, and hopefully her out though there were alternate routes to take. It only took her a moment to move onto the roof of the building and she walked to the edge of it, leaning over the side to look down at the balcony. “Damn.” There was a light on in the office, more than a security light, which meant someone was home.-e
Batman: Batman: Bruce sat in his chair within the batcave, his gaze staring off at a squared display case of a childs body armor, light Kevlar torn, damaged, ripped by knife and crowbar.- ‘Damn you, Selina…’ –Batman growled within his head.- ‘I should’ve broken her arm or leg. Punch her in the face!’ –Bruce cleared his throat, his body tensing some as a conflict of emotions washed over him. He sat wearing the full batsuit without the helmet, dropped on the table next to him. He felt angry; it was a demon that plagued him. But there was something else that also weighed on his mind.- ‘You didn’t because of hope. Because deep down…you believe that…you are more to her than just an enemy, ally, or friend…’ ‘She doesn’t understand…Jason…’ ‘You didn’t listen to her point…’ ‘What was it…? I…can’t remember. Something about Robin…Tim…’ ‘Catwoman is too untrustworthy. If you cannot trust her, then you cannot trust anyone.’ ‘I can trust again…I trusted Dick...’ <c>
Batman: ‘and that relationship is swell now isn’t it…?’ –A bitter tone from Batman sneered at Bruce. Bruce’s hands lifted to his head as he leaned over and propped his head up with his hands on his face and elbows on his knees. His eyes filled with anger and depression.- ‘It’s good Tim and Cassandra aren’t here…But sometimes…I wish there was someone.’ ‘There can’t be anyone…You know this. Selina is an example of why you can’t.’
Mouse: Pamela had held the boxes there a day, it was the most she could stand, not even the explosives, though she had checked them and the wiring meticulously. Cross-legged on the floor she had checked the, not tamper protected, it had been easy, she checked the pins the timers, the motion detector. The explosives, she understood…but the blood, that filth, she couldn’t understand… she had wrapped it in bags, bags upon bags, but still she couldn’t avoid the thought of it leaking… seeping into her rug a dark, seeping blackness. She tried watching TV, she tried reading, she tried work, but every few minutes her gaze had been pulled back to the small white package. Even tucked into a plastic tub, she imagined the tub slowly filling. -c-
Mouse: That 2nd night, at 3:30 she’d taken the service elevator down to the basement, retrieved the trolley and returned to her apartment. Boxing and taping, tape upon tape, picking up the crumbs of Styrofoam. And, marking the boxes, she’d taken them down to her storage area in the basement, locked them tight away. –c-
Mouse: The next day, the phony ID had been simple, the uniform, the white truck hired in the name of some poor sap upstate, the signs printed, dumping the second package in the alley behind the warehouse unseen, the delivery to the Inferno, all easy. The guards at the Inferno, barely even looked at the manifest, they’d even helped her with it out of the van, all she’d had to do was mutter about the drawbacks of equality and the big dumb lugs had hefted it out for her. Carried it in… punched in the key code right in front of her face, memorized. Watched her as she unboxed it, set it up, barely even seemed to notice how hideous it was, to busy watching her squat to install it. Coming back a little before opening, slipping in unseen, keycode remembered had be child’s play. At least the time spent with Selina had been good for that. The panic had been kept at bay –c-
Mouse: Outside she wiped the pins again four or five times and then dropped them down the storm drain and then climbing into the back of the van, she pulled off the bright orange overalls... that was another thing she had learned… hide in plain sight, no-one doubted someone as gaudily obvious as she had been. She sat a few moments looking at the package ‘Sugar’ had given her, wondering why it was only now the nerves were beginning to act up. Pulled out the goggles , peering through them nervously, uncorrected, a little blurry, she wouldn’t be doing any reading in them. They hadn’t known EVERYTHING about her. The catsuit however fit perfectly, pulling on the boots and looking but not recognizing her own body, she found she felt exhilarated, afraid too, and yet... –c-
Mouse: She climbed from the back of the van to the driver’s seat, laying the cowl and mask on the passenger seat and set off for Port and Smith, several times she found herself looking at her arms, her hands, the gloves, she felt a strange frisson. She stopped behind another warehouse on the next block, pulled the van driver’s side close to the wall, barely enough for a child to slip out, placed her glasses in the glove compartment and pulled on the cowl and goggles. She wasn’t blind... but it was not ideal… the pace of her heart began to increase, not going to be easy. She slipped through the tiny gap and into the alley, scurrying low behind trashcans and boxes. There was the box, a drunk leaning disgustingly against it, she pulled out the gun. Too drunk to notice her, the thud of the handle against his head was quiet, she was sure no-one heard... rolling him away a foot or two with a booted foot she turned back to the box and flicking open a ‘claw’ on her glove she sliced the tape apart -c
Mouse: She stripped the box away and removed the pins, standing a moment next to the figure she wondered what someone seeing the scene must have thought, the two of them , the same? She like a smaller reflection? Selina writ small and … she shook the thought away as the Styrofoam gusted like snow around them and tearing open the bags that held the filth, she shook the jug and leaning forward she whispered to the figure’s ear “Nothing is ever forgotten, sister” and poured the dark sticky contents over the it. The escape path was clear as she had planned, transport waiting, why was she still so scared, she caught her breath a couple of times as her heart raced, and throwing the jug away she pulled out her gun and aimed into the sky, pulling the trigger, one, twice, three times… -e-
Peyton Riley: Selina made it from one building to the next and danced past the security cameras on the rooftop, utilizing their blindspots when they turned. As she looked over the edge, seeing the light on the balcony she would see a shadow of a short plump man as he moved about his office. Down below on the street a car pulled up and two hefty looking men went to the door and after a moments wait they were buzzed in. Fraklin worked at his desk, answering a call, he nodded as he spoke and hung up. He quickly tided up his paperwork and put it away, getting ready for his guests, having no clue about the woman who lurking about his building. (c)
Peyton Riley: Everything went smoothly for mouse as she had dropped off her first delivery, none of the thugs who were working about the Inferno had had any idea about the bomb in the doll and most had ignored it with all the other props that came in. No body noticed much about it except for the security guard. (c)
Peyton Riley: Frank looked at the Hula doll infront of him and jumped when it's scarred eye lit up. a voice came from it, it even had a Hawaiian accent. "Aloha. The gods are angry and this volcano is going to blow." laughed the doll. "You have 30 minutes before I explode and take this whole place with me. No sudden moves or I may blow my top early." The guard gasped. A bomb. He was staring in the face of a bomb that was giving him instructions with the sweetest friendliest voice he had heard, the irony lost on him. He shakingly grabbed his radio and switched it to the emergency channel. "This is Frank at the Inferno lounge. There's a hula dancer in front of me! I mean, a bomb in a hula dancer doll in front of me! She says I have half an hour before she blows up! And that I can't move! Someone help me!" he says, soaking his uniform top with his sweat and fear. (c)
Peyton Riley: The faux catwoman had no problem sneeking down the narrow alley. Drunk didn't know what hit him going down, out cold. As she laid out the puppet of Selina it's face distorted in pain and panic, holes having riddled it's chest. It laid there as the filthy pig's blood was splattered about it. Leaking about it's waterproofed present inside. Finishing the scene of the poor gunned down puppet. It didn't reply as Mouse whispered to it. A puppet that didn't talk back a novel concept. As she fired her shots people started to look out of windows about the warehouse. People were watching as who they thought was Catwoman stepped out. Including a large hulking woman who was staring from the shadows. Watching Mouse as she performed, watching and waiting. (d)
Selina Kyle: Tick, tick, tick. The time was slipping away. Catwoman turned on her heel, facing away from the balcony as the span of the rooftop was laid out before her, her body perfectly positioned in the blind spots of the cameras. She had stayed in for the past five nights, except for her meeting, she had focused on memorizing the folder, the task at hand, she had focused on pushing the thought of *him* away. ‘…I’d really hate for this one to end up like the last…’ Her own words echoed back to her as she started to take a step, every muscles in her body contracting as she froze in place. For a moment a shadow haunted her, hulking, with pointed ears, a thick cape and a glare that frightened all of Gotham’s underground. “Don’t.” Her voice sounded strained in her own ears as she took a step back, silver heels bumping the ledge of the roof and the image was gone. Sugar and Scarface would have him handled, have him out of her hair for the night so she could do her job. -c
Selina Kyle: ‘You didn’t call him, didn’t warn him.’ The voice inside of her head nagged, and she pushed it aside. ‘He can handle anything they throw at him.’ Bravado overshadowed the guilt, the worry…? “Don’t.” Catwoman told herself again as her heart ached in her chest and she turned, crouching down at the ledge and closed her eyes. He was a distraction, her only distraction and if she didn’t focus she’d fail, and she had no one to rely on but herself. “He’ll be fine.” Her soft voice was firm as she locked down on her inner turmoil, pushed it away and pulled the hurt to the surface. He was uncaring, he used those kids, he used her. Good for information, for a quick release on a cold night when he wasn’t with whoever his latest love interest was. Jealousy burned bright, and the hurt turned into anger and then she felt herself focus. Green eyes, calculating and cold opened as she gazed back down at the balcony. -c
Selina Kyle: Her hands moved, reaching up to tuck her ponytail into the back of her suit then down as she grabbed onto the ledge and tipped herself over it. Her body hung in the air for a moment as her fingertips held and she watched the shadow of the man as he turned away from the sight and then she let go. Body twisting around midair like a cat she felt the wind rush past her ears briefly as she fell past the balcony, whip coming up to wrap around the base of a post as her body tugged to a stop. Slowly she pulled herself up, climbing the whip and grabbed onto the edge of the balcony to peer over it. Watching him shuffle his papers she waited until he turned then pulled herself up over the railing, whip in hand. ‘Can’t know it was you.’ Catwoman reminded herself as she quickly wrapped her whip around her wrist and forearm and closed the span of distance across the balcony, walking on her toes silently in a few quick movements. -c
Selina Kyle: Her left hand wrapped around the balcony door and she tugged it open, stepping inside as her hand shot up, whip not cracking as it unwrapped a bit from her wrist and popped to the ceiling, breaking the light above and plunging the office into darkness as she ducked down behind the desk so her shadow wouldn’t be seen. ‘Poor guy, won’t even know what hit him.’ Flipping her goggles down over her eyes in a smooth movement she grabbed the phone off of the desk, ripping the line out and slipped around to the other side, standing long enough to slam the phone across the unsuspecting mans face, each movement taking only a few seconds from the time her boots touched the balcony floor.-e
Batman: ‘Selina…’ –Bruce thought about his first nigh holding her in his arms, her long hair…flashed to being blonde…Selina’s green eyes…flashed to be blue and hallowed blue…Bruce lifted his head and furrowed his eyebrows while sealing his lips.- “Wha…” –Bruce glared at the Batman cowl for a mere second before grabbing it and placing it on. He wheeled his chair to the side and began typing into the computer.- ‘I recognized her from somewhere…’ –In a moment Bruce would recall.- Bruce: “Who’s your friend?” Thomas: “Her? Oh…no one…” Rachel: “Oh, come on Tommy, everyone in Gotham can tell she’s *crazy* for you.” Thomas: “I-…” Bruce: “Tommy…I didn’t mean to push…” Thomas: “Hush. Both of you…Just shut up. Her name is Peyton.” Rachel: “Peyton Riley? From that Mob family? Tommy you had better watch yourself going out with someone from *that* crowd.” <c>
Batman: -Batman narrowed his eyes and began searching ‘Peyton Riley.’ Immediately a news reel held the head title. “Gotham Mob hit in Downtown night club…” Batman began reading as the story held a roster which included the death of Arnold Wesker, “Scarface” and a few from the Riley and Sabatino families. Batman stopped when his eyes locked onto the fact that Peyton Riley wasn’t on the list of dead. Batman scrolled to a photo from the media displaying a woman with facial bandages around her face.- “Peyton…” –Batman opened a file and began scrolling to look for information on Sabatino family.- “Peyton’s husband…He’s still alive. He *must’ve* been at that shooting over a year ago…Why would he leave his wife?” –Batman looked back at the photo of the woman in the medical bed; there was no sign of Johnny Sabatino. He scrolled over to another computer screen and searched through <c>
Batman: The police database for arrests and records on Johnny Sabatino. Batman tapped a button and spoke.- “Oracle. I need all resources to locate a Johnny Sabatino.” “What? The Mob dealer? Isn’t he opening a new Night club?” –Batman raised an eyebrow.- “What?” “Yes, it’s the latest buzz. Penguin seems to be upset about it…” –Batman narrowed his eyes.- “It’s a set up.” “What? By who?” –Batman was already dashing towards the Batpod before allowing the tires to scream while the engine squealed out of the cave.- “Johnny Sabatino was at the club the night when Arnold Wesker was killed.” “Yes, and?” “So was Peyton Riley.” “Peyton who? Hold on…” –Batman navigated through the thick trees and grass until finally jumping over a ramp and onto the highway leading into Gotham.- “Peyton Riley was the wife of Johnny Sabatino.” <c>
Batman: “She fits the description of our *new* Ventriloquist.” “Great. So you want me to alert Tim? Dick? Or would you prefer *her*…?” –Batman paused for a moment staring straight ahead.- “…No. This is a personal matter.” “Oh no…*another* woman you dated?” “Not exactly.” “Okay…You could just stick to being cryptic and not tell me anything. That works. I’m used to it by-…” –Batman tapped his helmet comlink and turned it off.- ‘Barb…Cassandra is not you, but *I* need to focus on Peyton right now…If there is a new club opening, Selina is likely to be there.’ ‘Will I be alright?’ ‘Let me worry about her. Think about all of the factors…’ –Batman then tilted his head upon the police radio reporting a bomb threat at the Inferno.- ‘A bomb…Ventriloquist and Scarface…are they hitting two places at once…?’
Mouse: The recoil felt good, as she took a moment to steady herself, the gun made her equal, she looked again at the statue bloodied and ‘shot’ ,at the box upon which it sat, at her mark ‘dead cat grin’ on that box. It felt kind of good it felt kind of right, and then she heard what she wanted, a shout, the sound of a vehicle and she was running. The heels were easy, nice shoes, she liked the silver, ‘Nice touch!’ comfortable, in front of the vehicle, ‘That’s it, be seen but keep moving, point the gun at the driver, make sure he remembers!’ Its tyres screeched, tyres, speed well judged, feet short as she dashed across the road, twisting and ducking as she made her way towards the fire escape on the deserted building she’d scouted earlier.. the grapnel already prepared to whisk her up , and then across the roof, a quick change to become just another concerned citizen thence home –c-
Mouse: She ducked behind a parked car, turning sideways her back to the building, running fast and low… the wrench when it came was a shock. –c-
Mouse: The hand on her left arm was strong, she couldn’t see, damn these goggles, it was a blur, a big, meaty hand, it practically wrenched her shoulder off and she found herself turning , stumbling on the pretty silver heels, turning her, she held on enough that her right side struck the wall instead of her front. What’s more, she held on... oh g_d she held on so tight to the gun, started to bring it up, raise it towards the brute that had her, towards the big round head –e-
Peyton Riley: Cott turned as he heard the door behind him open, who could be out there? But as the whip struck the light he covered his head thinking he was being attacked, the room dark glass falling about him, a dark shadow whipping past him. He reached for the phone as he heard it being torn out by the wire, too late was his last thought as the phone connected with his head, giving a soft chime in response, as he was knocked out cold. The thugs who were coming for the suitcases were probably still going through the buildings security processes and then using the secured elevator. It would take them a few minutes to get here still. The file Scarface was looking for would be easy to find. Cott had just gotten into that locked filing cabinet and it was still open. The file's name was 'Riley, Sean'. Yes the deceased Irish crime boss. Since he had passed away Cott had taped it closed. It was full of private accounts, millions scattered across phoney businesses and people. (c)
Peyton Riley: One would have to be a tech wizard to track all the accounts.
Frank was sweating bullets as the emergency operating told him to remain calm staring at the pretty Hula girl doll. It's glowing ruined eye blinking, it was slow, but now it seemed to blink a little faster. "Oh god... it's going faster..." the operator expressed her confusion. "The bad eye! it glows, it's blinking faster! I think it's getting closer to blow up!" said the frightened security guard. This is what he got for working for a guy with Mob connections. (c)
Peyton Riley: the big hand holding Mouse was like a vice she couldn't get away. A rather horse like but 'feminine' face grinned as the gun went to her head, smiling as if she didn't care that she was at gun point. she twisted the arm in her grasp painfully to show she wasn't playing. "Miss kitty, the boss sent me as your own personal escort, no need for you to scurry like a mouse across the town. Let me take you home." said her gruff voice. Pulling back towards the warehouse and back inside, taking her to the far door inside where her vehicle was waiting. She wasn't taking 'no' or a gun for an answer. (d)
Selina Kyle: Catwoman kicked Cott’s chair under his collapsing body, so it wouldn’t make quite so much racket as the heavy man would hit the floor and set the phone down on the desk. Walking over his legs she moved to the corner of the room and picked up the four briefcases her lips twisting into a smirk. Now…this was almost too easy. Spirits lifted she set the cases on the desk then nearly skipped her way over to the filing cabinet, sliding it open more. Flipping through the files she paused on Riley then pulled it out. “Information on Daddy, hm? Mm…now this is something I can’t pass up.” Slicing open the tape on the folder she nearly mourned the loss of the 2.5 million dollars for being curious as she flipped through the files, glancing at each page. “Well, well. $10 million is chump change for the Riley’s it seems.” -c
Selina Kyle: Laying out a few of the pages on the desk, Selina pulled out a small handheld computer from her belt, a prized possession and positioned it, taking pictures of the pages, her heel tapping lightly on the ground as she recorded the information. “Come on, Kitty.” She told herself as she took a few more pictures then tucked the device down the front of her suit, zipping it up tight and closed the folder. Scooping up file Selina walked to the bookshelf and pressed a hidden button, watching as it slid open then turned and gathered the briefcases in her hands. “Have a good evening, Mr. Cott.” Catwoman smirked as she walked through the bookshelf, bumping it closed behind her. Walking down the darkened staircase was easy with her goggles as she made her way to the side door. Bumping it open she slipped out into an alley where a car was no doubt waiting for her. “If only every job was this easy.”-e
Mouse: The pain of the twisting of her arm was too much, but another huge hand grabbed her wrist as she pulled the trigger, the blast , the brute’s hair fluttered in the blast,a slight waft of smoke from her hair, but there was no wound, no ricochet of the bullet off the wall or fire escape nearby, nothing, just the heat and the light and the sound. Pamela felt the strength go out of her legs ‘Blanks’ the loon and her doll, it must have been, ‘They put blanks in here… they left me defenseless…Oh G_D! They went through my things… they TOUCHED my things!’ She was almost on her knees as the brute dragged her back into the warehouse. The boots offered no grip, no purchase as she was half dragged half carried across the filth and grime of the warehouse, the silver heels flicking and catching striking sparks as she tried to resist this woman almost carrying her by her upper arm and wrist, still clasping the gun. –c-
Mouse: ‘Oh G_d it hurts… she’s pulling my arms out!’ it was all she could think ‘oh G_d! Not Earle but them, they’re going to kill me!’ Her finger tensed on the trigger again and again and then her legs gave up completely as the huge woman yanked on her arms again ‘Stupid! Stupid!’ she thought and cried out as she was pulled through the back door and then across the bonnet of a car, the gun finally skittering from her grasp.
“Don’t Kill me!...please” –e-
The Oracle: Barbara Gordon, who is also known as Oracle, would lift a hand to face-palm at what just happened. He cut her off in mid-thought. Lowering her hand, she leaned back in her chair, thinking of the scenario and trying to place the little pieces together; it didn’t make much sense to her. Suddenly having an idea, she would do what she does best and further investigate in to the case (s). Hacking back in to the police computer’s mainframe, she bypassed any passwords or firewalls that they may of put up to keep her out; not much could keep her out of knowing. She looked up the Riley and Sabatino families, which brought up three main profiles; Sean, Johnny, and Peyton. –C-
The Oracle: Side-tracking to look at news articles dating back to the deaths of the two, another showed up. Arnold Wesker- the Ventriloquist shot down at club. This was getting weird. Going back to the police records, she minimized the other profiles and tapped away at her keyboard to look for any hidden files or just a public profile of Arnold Wesker, the original ventriloquist. Looking up all the charges of one man and there was only one big one? Aggravated murder. That didn’t make sense at all, she did more research and found more information that could be useful. She had to contact Bruce about this. “Bruce, I found something. It may be another link to this case. Are you ready for this?” –End-
Batman: -As Frank seemed intimidated by the bomb beeping in front of him, Batman landed near to him.- “Don’t move. It has a proximity detector locked onto you.” –Batman’s eyes were white lensed while the computer navigated and scanned the bomb. Frank seemed completely scared, despite Batman’s calm nature.- “Can’t you just set off an EMP or something?” –Batman analyzed a compartment on the hula girl that wasn’t rigged and began opening it to examine the bomb.- “Ace…” “Standing by sir.” –Batman listened to The Oracle speak into his helmet causing him to say.- “One second Oracle…Go ahead, Ace.” “Computer scans are narrowing down likely decoys…This will take a moment.” “I don’t *have* a moment.” “Well, unfortunately the computer that *you* designed, requires a moment.” –Batman would’ve smirked at Alfred’s jab.- ‘Typical, Batman; you are your own worst enemy.” “Alright, the computer suggests the red wire.” <c>
Batman: –Batman cut the wire immediately; Batman would then detach the hula girl’s chest revealing the circuits within it. “This isn’t the usual type of bomb…” –Batman looked around for a means to get rid of it. Frank would then say.- “What are you waiting for? Get it out of here…Can I move yet?” –Batman would take a moment and then say.- “Some days, you just can’t get rid of a bomb.” –Batman glared at Frank and then he began walking out of the back door. Entering into the alleyways Batman spoke.- “Oracle, Are you there?” <c>
Batman: –Batman placed the bomb on the ground before attaching a miniature explosive to the wall nearby, setting the explosive to detonate in 20 seconds. Batman aimed his grappling hook towards the rooftops. Firing titanium weaved cable it latched onto the building and pulled his weight at lightning speed towards the city rooftops. He leaped over the edge and retracted the line. The mini explosive would detonate and release a small EMP that would disable the bomb. Batman then proceeded to the Batpod.- “What news do you have for me, Oracle?” –Batman’s voice was deep, raspy, and spoken in a firm growl.-
Peyton Riley: Sitting in the narrow alley behind Cott Securities building was a Black 1940 Lasalle Limo. (http://imageshack.us/a/img522/949/copyofcopyof1940lasalle.jpg) It was nicely polished and waiting in the driver seat was Sugar, she was talking amiably with Scarface who was seated on a pile of phone books in the passenger seat, his seat belt buckled across him. She was listening intently as if he was talking to her. She smiles as she sees Selina hip bumping open the fire exit's security door. There was just enough room to open the doors on one side but beyond that there was a large dumpster, blocking the rest of the alley that way. The path in front of the car was still open, but the streetlight was broken, only distant light could be seen from the other side of the street keeping the alley dark. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface's window rolled down, "Hey Kitty, looks like you got quite da haul dere. Nice work! You got da file too?" he asked his voice sounding very happy and pleasant despite that nasty growl to his voice. "Go ahead and throw it in my lap. I want to go over dem while we get outta here. You can slip in back with da loot." said the puppet.Behind him the bullet proof privacy glass was up. Sugar smiled watching Selina, but her blue eyes looked cool, as if she expected Selina to do something. (c)
Peyton Riley: The big woman, Moose, laughed. It was an ugly humorless laugh. The gun doing nothing but giving a good flash and bang, the goon had her eyes close so it hardly bothered her. She kept tugging the mouse. "The Boss thought you might get scared and try something stupid." she said with a smirk in her voice. Enjoying tugging the much smaller woman around. Hearing and watching the scraping heels uselessly against the grimey floor. She pulled Pameal over the top of the car. It was nice, much nicer than the mouse would have expected, it was a limo. But not your usual model, it was a mini cooper stretch limo (http://www.minicooperorangecounty.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/MIni-Limo-02.jpg). Moose laughed again, much like her namesake. "I wouldn't kill you little mouse, your job isn't finished yet." she opened the back door and stuffed the squirming woman into the backseat. (c)
Peyton Riley: Mouse would find a rather familiar looking grey suit laying nicely folded on the seat beside her. The car pulled off leaving the scene behind. (c)
Peyton Riley: The electro-magnetic pulse rippled into the nearby buildings. the lights going out in some rooms of the club and frying the sound system. Frank made a face as his radio squelched from the pulse, but it was still okay. He was still shaking. Thank god Batman had gotten there in time. But he had had enough, he was going to quit and leave right then and there. He wasn't getting paid enough for this crap. But that's when the police swarmed the club and he was detained for questioning. Although he was so keyed up he wasnt making much sense, talking about booby traps. Heard over the police radio was a report that there were many calls coming in to the station about Catwoman having been seen by the old Smith Warehouse. The reports were varied, but there were several reports of gun shots and that Catwoman had been dragged into the building by large thug. Some thought the shots came first, some said they were after she had been pulled into the building, some people thought both. (c)
Peyton Riley: Regardless it sounded like Catwoman was in trouble. (d)
Selina Kyle: As her green eyes landed on the Limo she bowed her head long enough to use her shoulder to push her goggles back up on her head. ‘Ah, no here comes the not so easy part.’ Trust, well…it wasn’t exactly her strong suit. Her red painted lips smiled towards the opened window as she walked her way to the car, hips swaying, hands full. Leaning down she grabbed the file with her teeth from under her arm, leaving a nice red imprint of her lips on it as she tossed it into the window via her mouth. “It went smooth, just like you said it would if I followed your directions.” Catwoman’s voice was pleasant, it was pleased, like she had gotten everything she had wanted. Glancing into the window she gave Sugar a charming smile, this time showing teeth to the cool gaze and turned on her heel, walking to the back of the car. Setting a brief case down she opened the door, then pushed all four of the briefcases into the back on the floor board then sat down in the seat. -c
Selina Kyle: Slipping out a piece of metal with tape on it her hand slid along the door, along the locking mechanism and she jammed the metal into it so that when she shut the door, it was unable to be locked. ‘Let’s not put our self in a deathtrap hm?’ Sitting back in the seat she crossed her right leg over her left, and waved a hand towards the divider. “All set back here.” Catwoman chimed, a smirk on her face though her green eyes remained watchful and cool. Why was it so easy? This really couldn’t be it. She had taken about thirty minutes in all, and there was no Batman in sight. Remembering back to the conversation with Peyton and Scarface at dinner she wondered how he was handling their partner “Moose” and she drummed her claws on her thigh. It would be easy to part ways, check on him afterwards, Oracle was bound to know his location if she had trouble following the sound of police cars, but she’d rather not have to ask the former Batgirl.-c
Selina Kyle: Staying silent and watchful seemed like a much better idea. ‘You’re mad at him, remember?’ Selina reminded herself and nearly heaved a sigh; it was so hard to be angry on such a good night.-e
The Oracle: “Yeah, I’m still here. . .” Nodding , she continued on. “Arnold Wesker, the ventriloquist, was arrested for killing a man in a bar fight. Being sent away to prison, he was shortly transferred to Arkham Asylum. He was there until he was in mid-fifties and then was released. After being under study, he made a suggestion and then created a dummy, Scarface, that was used to maintain his anger. Taking part in entertainment, he performed at a club for a while and took interest in our little lady, Ms. Peyton Riley. They found a journal entry saying how much he liked the idea of Peyton liking his dummy, which I find kind of creepy. He wanted 30% profit of one of the families to expand and possibly take control; it wasn’t specific of which family, though. And then, I found articles about that day. Johnny Sabatino was accused of three murders. If you want to be technical, it’s two. I believe that Sabatino and Wesker had a link to the Riley family when it came to business. . .” –C-
The Oracle: She continued to type away at her keyboard to highlight, piece together and create diagrams for visual use to see if she could find more little information that could be said. She pretty much covered it with Arnold Wesker. She leaned in to the computer screen to get a closer look at the other articles about the families. If there were questions to be asked, she encouraged it, but there was more to say than what she just said. “And, Kitty-kitty was spotted at a murder scene. It’s located the port- it’s like a mafia trading post or something. I have a lot of information and theories, most of it can wait.”-End-
Batman: -Batman listened to the report of Catwoman and gripped the handles of the Batpod, the engine squealing off at top speed. He rolled towards the Ports area.- “Replay the dispatchers reports on the situation.” –Batman listened and seemingly arrived nearby the scene to see the large limousine pulling out of the warehouse. Batman narrowed his eyes and activated his detective vision while following behind them. His vision would relay Mouse wearing Catwoman like uniform.- “Oracle…I found Catwoman. She appears hurt and captured. I’m following her captors to an unknown location.” “Okay Bruce. Just be careful. Please.”
Mouse: Mouse fell into the car, curling up into a foetal position on the back seat as the door slammed behind her, catching one of the heels, she snatched her foot away curling up tighter, arms wrapped around her knees she was sobbing, the world miscoloured still through the goggles, she felt sick again, sick and afraid, she began a low quiet keening as she pulled tighter into a ball. She could hear the big woman laughing at her, so afraid, it barely registered, she felt like her brain was shutting down, closing everything out, the old glass jar coming down. Her fingers moved as if trying to squeeze the trigger again, but it was gone, long gone. The car pulled away…. If only she could be small, small enough to vanish. The keening turned to crying and she closed her eyes and held onto darkness.
Peyton Riley: Sugar smirked as Selina grabbed the file with her teeth and dropped it in Scarface's lap, eyeing the red lipsticked file. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface made a small tutting sound as the slit tape on the file was seen. "I knew you couldn't resist looking. Bad kitty." his voice was teasing. "I'm glad you liked my plan, if you stick around you can see how smooth we can get. They are all like that." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton's eyes followed Selina getting into the car in the rear view mirror. As the door closes, unaware of the metal strip blocking the door lock, Peyton seems to struggle with the stick shift and the car lurched backwards, the rear door in front of the dumpster now, pinned closed. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface's voice is heard over the car's little communication system. "Good, get nice and comfy kitty, take a little cat nap while yer at it." suddenly gas started to pour through the vents in the back seat, it made Selina's head feel woozy. Sleeping gas, they were filling the back seat with sleeping gas. (c)
Peyton Riley: Moose drove off chuckling a little at the sobbing and keening sound the distraugt Pamela was making all curled up on the floor of the limo. She slowly drove around the warehouse, seeing the batpod following her. As they got close to the middle of the building the Limo roared off. Moose hitting a button on a remote she had taped to the dashboard. The catwoman puppet in the warehouse beeped and exploded, the side of the warehouse blew open behind her the whole thing crumbling and threatening to fill the road. The limo kept going infront of the wreckage going much too fast doing all kinds of twists and turns to lose anyone that might follow, even Batman. (d)
Selina Kyle: “Hey, you gave me the option of having my half cut, or getting the full five. I like options.” Catwoman gave a shrug as she turned her eyes to the dividing window in the car, looking at the back of Peyton’s head. As the car lurched backwards Selina grunted as she slid out of the seat, legs uncrossing as a knee hit the car floor. “Jesus, Sugar. He wasn’t kidding about your driving skills.” It didn’t escape her notice, that the back door, her escape was now blocked as her left hand moved up to her back, slipping something free from a pouch. ‘I like it when there are no surprises.’ Catwoman thought to herself as she sucked in a quick breath right before heading Scarface’s voice. “You son of a bitch!” She snarled as she lunged forward, the sound of the gas pouring in reaching her ears. Slowly she exhaled, fist beating on the bullet proof glass. “I’ll kill you for this!” Catwoman coughed then, out, but didn’t suck a breath back in as she planted her right hand against the glass divider. -c
Selina Kyle: “I’ll…kill…you…” Her body slumped down to the floorboard, face planting on her left arm, her face hidden as her ponytail slipped free from her cat suit. She pressed a small handheld rebreather between her lips, breathing shallowly through it, something she had swiped from Nightwing and would have to thank the little bird for it later. Keeping her eyes closed she willed herself not to move as her temper burned in her chest and stomach. ‘You just can’t trust people these days.’ Sleeping gas was better than the alternative, they didn’t want her dead, and she might just have to repay the favor, but for now, she’d play sleeping beauty and would give them a hell of a kiss when they decided it was time to wake her up.-e
Batman: -Batman grunted feeling the shockwave of the blast, the Batpod adjusted, driving sideways down the street before correcting itself. The batpod was the most maneuverable vehicle Batman had, now it was using its full potential weaving through the debris, but he noticed that the car had sped up, it was trying to lose him. Without much expression he flicked his index fingers on both hands, the front of the Batman locked on revealing twin grappling hooks, he followed behind the limousine, steadily banking left and right. The Dark Knight’s black cape flowing behind him as locked onto his target. His ring and little fingers would squeeze the trigger and fire off two explosive rounds, one of the blasts aimed towards the trunk. The second shot was aimed next to the front tire of the vehicle attempting to cause the vehicle to swerve and crash into a building to its immediate right side.-
Peyton Riley: Moose grunted in frustration as the car shook and swerved widly out of control from the double blast hitting it's truck and front tire. She was good, she steered with the direction the car wanted to go enough to gain some control and then tried to adjust, but it was too little too late she smashed into a fire hydrant, ruing the front end of the limo, undrivable. Moose fumbled with her seatbelt and opened her car door, she stumbled out of the car, leaving Mouse behind in the Limo. She lumbered towards her goal, the narrow alley that she had been trying to crash near. It was too narrow for the Batpod to enter as per her boss' plans in case something like this happened. She reached into a dumpster and pulled out the missle launcher. She didn't know that the Batpod had ways to fool a heat seaking missle, but Scarface did. This part of the plan was just to buy them time in case Batman got across town quickly. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface wouldn't be happy he had to let his Pawn get captured by the Knight, but you had to lose a few pieces, if he wanted to stall Batman. Giving Peyton time to setup their next move, to give Pamela time to recover from getting into a carcrash if Batman attacked the limo. Although Scarface hadn't planned on Mouse's shock and trauma she had after discovering some of Scarface's plans and being manhandled by Moose. Moose just kept doing her job, steadfast and loyal as always. Doing what she thought her job was, to take out Batman. Aiming the launcher down the alley, getting ready to fire.(c)
Peyton Riley: Elsewhere Peyton glanced at Scarface as she drove. She had left the intercomm on by accident and her voice carried into the backseat. "Scarface... is she gonna be okay?" (c)
Peyton Riley: The doll's voice sas aggitated as it sat lifeless in the passanger seat. "Dammit Sugar! Don't tell me ya are worryin' about her! She works for us, she's not our friend! She would turn on us at the first sign of trouble, just like any other cat! She looks out for herself first. She doesn't care about you!" he growled at her. He gave a frustrated sigh. "Yes. As I said before, she'll be fine! She'll just wake up wit' a bit of a headache."(c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton's face in the rearview mirror looked relived that Selina would be okay but she looked troubled. "I still think we should have just asked her..."(c)
Peyton Riley: She was interrupted by Scarface. "Have ya completly gone soft in da head Sugar!? She would never have agreed to dat. Nobody ever allows themselves to be bait. Even if dey got da upper hand." He pauses and then shouts at Peyton. "Turn here! Ya stupid blonde, ya almost missed our turn! Go down the back alley, we can't be seen here." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton's eyes look watery in the review mirror as she glances, she looked hurt. She glanced at Scarface confused "Wh-where are we going?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface's voice was terse. "We gotta drop off dis file and dat lil present for Mouse before we go home. Pull yerself together, we have more work to do." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton nodded as she parked behind Pamela's apartment building, parking close to the wall so the passanger doors were inches from the wall, unable to be opened. The other doors locked, with the privacy glass still up. she walked in the back door carrying the file and a small wooden box, along with her purse. She let herself in with Pamela's key. She went over to her computer desk and set the file down on it. She pulled a paper out of her purse and slipped it inside the file. A list of secure accounts for Pamela to use for the money transfers, as well as a list of passwords for each account. She opened the wooden box and pulled out a wooden doll. She set flicked a switch on the back and turned it on before sitting it on a shelf by the computer. It was an amazing replica of Mouse as a doll. It had her brown hair, meticiously styled with those few strands in the front which always seemed to drift over her face, it even had her glasses. Dressed in a cute version of Mouse's costume. (c)
Peyton Riley: The doll was giving an uncomfortable smile, the face looking just like Pamela's except for one change. She had a horrible slash cut across one eye, the eye gone. Peyton arranged everything nicely writing "For Mouse" on a sticky note putting it on the folder. Then just for fun she switched books around in her bookshelf messing with it's order. Putting books in the wrong sections, no longer in alphabetical order. everything in check, she relocked the door and went back down to the car. Peyton got in the car and took off. She did a quick check of the backseat. (d)
Batman: -Batman watched as Moose ran towards the alley, his computer mapped the area, it was too small to fit the batpod and chase her.- “Oracle. Take over the batpod…” “What? Bruce I’m in the middle of hacking those-…” –Batman jumped off the batpod and fired his grapnel boost. Towards the rooftops, his wings opened allowing the wind to carry him until he was ripped from a glide to be pulled towards the hook. Batman flew above and activated his detective vision where he saw Moose waiting for the batpod. Batman tapped his wrist console and pulled out a batarang from his belt. He hurled it towards the rocket launcher’s barrel. If it struck the barrel it would, she would hear a ping as metal clung against metal before a beep from the device. The batarang would explode causing the weapon to break a part. If this all succeeded, it was likely Moose was launched backwards and into the dumpster. <c>
Batman: Batman would spread slide down the alley walls and land in front of Moose, grabbing her the collar.- “…Where’s Scarface?” –Batman’s voice would’ve been raspy, deep, growling like a feral animal fit with rage and anger. The feeling that pain was emanate would rush over her as this was the second chance Batman had to kill her and yet he chose not to, the only logical conclusion was pain, torture, and then death; like most criminals operate.-
Catwoman: It was ever so hard to keep her anger contained as she continued to force herself to lay lifeless in the back of the limo. Her claws drummed silently on the floorboard as she listened to Peyton and Scarface argue back and forth and she felt a twinge of sympathy for Sugar. ‘It’s the same person, damn it. She’s the one choosing to do this.’ Breathing steadily still through the rebreather her brows furrowed behind her mask as they mentioned her being bait. Of course they wouldn’t have told her all of their plans, but this…this was irritating all the more, if they thought that he’d be fooled well…’And if he doesn’t care?’ The thought crept into her mind, their fight had been…painful but surely. As the car stopped the top of her head thumped against the divider between her and them and she shifted her head. ‘Too close.’ The limo was wedged in tight, of course, as she continued to seethe she waited, and entertained herself with imagining shredding Scarface into mulch with her claws.
Mouse: She barely registered the explosion, shrinking further, as the car weaved and bucked, her mind sinking further into its bolt-hole. The crying stopped and she became silent. Shutters starting to decend. As the car lurched to a halt, there was a rushing of more noise, it sounded like flames as she retreated further inside, shrinking away into a tiny dot. What had she done to deserve this? Why did things always go so wrong when they involved Selina? What was going to happen to her now? Even these thoughts began to fall away, stripped away as she shrank inside, trying to find a calm place. Trying to find a place far away from the madness around her. She curled up tighter pulling her knees tight to her chest, shrinking away –e-
Peyton Riley: Moose was surprised to see the Batpod empty as it started to cross in front of the alley. She looked up, too late. The batarang dug into her missile launcher with an awful noise. Her eyes widened as she saw it and heard it beep. "Crap..." It blew up knocking her into the dumpster hard. She gasped catching her breath and then let out a low gravely moan in pain, trying to get her bearings to shrug off the pain. It was difficult, her hand hurt from getting moderate burns from the explosion. She looked up and saw Batman looming over her. Felt him drag her up by her collar. And for once she felt the small traces of fear linger into her. She heard tales of Batman, mostly exagerated and none of them good. She coughed and glowered at him, trying to look tough, her eyes betraying her fear. She had to answer, he would really mess her up or worse. Torturing her until he heard what he wanted. His voice proved it, sounding like an angry junkyard dog. "I dunno..." she said slowly, reluctantly. (c)
Peyton Riley: "The Boss has been gone for a couple days... we were in a some old rathole apartment complex in the narrows. He has only been leaving me instructions there now. I know nuthin!" she grunted, trying to swing a punch at Batman, to knock him away from her. She was strong and she knew it. Even with all the armor she figured she could knock him on his ass. (c)
Peyton Riley: Just around the bend the fire hydrant was spraying like mad, the limo had knocked it off it's base completely, the street flooding with water. The water was spraying up the undercarriage of the limo, starting to seep into the vehicle, flooding it with cold water. It would start to fill up the floor of the limo, soaking Mouse through her Catwoman costume. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton, glad that their guest was still in back, stomped on the gas roaring out of the alley, slaming all back into their seats. She taking a crazy and rather round about way to get closer to an older neighborhood, her turns a bit to fast. Scarface's body jerked about but the seatbelt kept him in place. Cars were honking as she cut them off and nearly hit a couple. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface pipes up angry, "Geeze, ya crazy broad! watch da road! You're gonna kill us all before da fun starts!" (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton glances at Scarface, getting upset. "I'm driving the best I can! I'm used to sports cars, not limos!" (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface made a grumbling sound. "Well, watch it! Please tell me ya at least got everything else in place." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton sighed and got defensive, how could he doubt her? "Of course I did! You know I won't let you down Scarface..." she sounded worried that she might upset the doll more. "I left her the file and the doll. It's all ready." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface's tone changed a bit, sounding pleased. "Good, good. Now just get us to da hotel in one piece!" (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton pulled into an old hotel, it had been built in the 70s and was made of solid cement blocks. She drove to the Parking Garage for it and entered in a key code, the garage opened and she rather harshley went down the steep incline with a bump, pulling into the underground parking garage. The garage door closed sealing the place and Peyton unhooked their seatbelts, picking up Scarface. He had his tommy gun on today and it came up as they walked to the back door of the limo to pull out their sleepy kitty. (d)
Batman: -Batman swung her attempt the swing, lifting his bicep and elbow to brace the impact. His face curled into a snarl, his elbow and arm dropped alongside Moose’s arm and brought his hand to support her bicep. Her arm locked with his Batman’s opposing hand released her collar and applied pressure to Moose’s elbow causing a crackle of muscle and cartilage followed by a scream of pain as the arm bar allowed her muscles to be pinched by her elbow.- “…You still have ten toes and ten fingers, three more limbs, two knee caps, and two shoulders. …I want to know where *exactly* Scarface is hiding.” –Batman glared at her when the voice of Oracle spoke inside his ear.- “Batman, I took care of the accounts.”
Catwoman: Her body thumped and rolled around at the wild ride and sharp turns, hair being pulled loose from the confining band and wrapping a bit wildly around her face. ‘Jesus, I’ll never defend another woman driver, ever.’ Digging her claws hard into the carpet of the limo she tried to secure herself only to nearly let out a grunt as Sugar hit the bump, finding herself suspended in the air for a moment then landing hard on the floor board once again. Her knees burned at the impact and she narrowed her eyes, body squished up towards the dividing window. ‘…just focusing on breathing Selina.’ She told herself through the fog of irritation. As the car stopped she lifted her head, looking out of the windows and narrowed her eyes. Wanting to hear more of the plan she decided to go for a different route than what she wanted to take. Sucking in a deep breath and holding it, she tucked the device away and waited for the door to be opened. -c
Catwoman: Her game of playing possum wasn’t quite over yet as she returned to a “sleeping” state.-e
Mouse: The water drove her from the mouse-hole in her mind, like icy daggers probing and pushing her away, from the comforting darkness back to the painful light. The car was filling, the water seeping out slower than the new water jetted in, already where her foot dangled from the seat it was freezing in the icy water from the hydrant, and the spray. Slowly she began to stir, looking out of the tinted windows at the nightmare flames outside. She looked down at herself, almost like looking at Selina, she’d wanted to keep this costume afterwards, now she never wanted to see it again She tried the doors, locked... oh G_D was she going to drown? She tried again, no movement, and yet there was the driver’s door temptingly open just beyond the partition. She tried to slide the partition down, but she couldn’t get a grip, the ‘claws’ breaking away from the gloves as she scratched for purchase, the water was up to her waist… so cold, she was beginning to shiver, was it the fear or the cold? -c
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Mouse: She pulled at the seats, sealed, no way out, the bitch with the toy had intended to keep her here. The water kept rising. She stood, shivering so much she could barely move… it was the cold… how long could that help as the water began to seep around the partition, so close, fire outside and ice in here she bent lower in the water and then kicked out with the steel heels, thank g_d the costume was authentic… nothing, she kicked again near the corner, it moved.. she pelt the partition move, she kicked again and this time it cracked, a chunk of the partition folding over.. just enough to slip though, and, grabbing the plastic-wrapped mouse costume , she squeezed herself through the gap, the freezing water almost pushing her through till she rolled down the driver’s seat and onto the ground. –c-
Mouse: She didn’t see Moose, she didn’t see the Batman, she just grabbed up her costume and slipped into the shadows. She had to get out of this costume, she had to get away, she had to find safety again, and as she ran she pulled off the gloves, the mask, no more Catwoman, she stumbled into a doorway, pushed and tumbled in. ‘No more Catwoman’ She began to tear at the wrapping on the mouse costume –e-
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Peyton Riley: Moose grunted as her arm met Batman's, he was fast, faster than her at any rate. her eyes widened as he grabbed her arm with his other hand and screamed out in pain as her arm was bent the wrong way. Oh god, it was bad, and her good arm too. She growled through the pain. "The boss tell's me nothing except the next plan. He doesn't like stoolies bat, so he doesn't give us a chance to be one. He takes care of us that way. We only met there... at the apartment... I think it belonged to Sugar's old man..." she struggled to think, not wanting to end up a broken mess. "The Boss said that tonight they were gonna hurt some sleaze where it counted in his wallet... I was just to pick up the kitty..." she struggled trying to get away. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton opened the car door with her free hand, scarface's gun aiming at the prone Selina. She waited a moment letting the gas clear a bit. "She still sleeping Mr Scarface." she looked over her shoulder smiling a little. "Oh boys? could you give us a hand?" Two large thugs stepped out from behind the entrance to the stairwell. "Yes, Miss Peyton." they mumbled, their accents giving away their Irish backgrounds. One stooped into the car and grabbed Selina about the middle and hauled her out. the other grabbed her ankles while the first shifted to hold her shoulders. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface pipes up as the duo carried her like she weighed nothing, their hands feeling like vices. "Good job, gang. Take her to our suite and put her in the good chair. we'll be up in a minute." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton set down Scarface on the seat and picked up the suit cases, she put half in the trunk and closed. she took the other two cases full of money, selina's share, and scoooped up scarface taking the next elevator up to the master suite. The two thugs had placed Selina on a chair and were starting to tie her up with chains. Her feet placed in a large pail that went up to her knees another huge pail beside was full of cement. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled watching the scene as Peyton entered. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton frowned watching the scene unfold. "Scarface... I don't want to do this, just tie her up..." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface's hand came up and smacked her across her face hard, leaving a pink mark. "Shaddup! I'm in charge here. She's too slick to just tie up. You fella's keep doin' what I told ya." he barked. (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton whimpered, eyes full of tears. and set down the cases by Selina, she sat down on a chaise lounge, watching. (c)
Peyton Riley: Holding up the costume Pamela would see it looked like her Mouse outfit, but it was different. It was grey and white, made out of the same lycra type material. It even had the hood which came up and covered her face, but the ears were wrong. They weren't small and sleek, they were large and cartoon like. Also something was hanging down from it. It had a stuffed narrow pink mouse tail coming down, it was nearly as long as Pamela's arm. it didn't have boots, but ended with feet, like footed pajamas. They did have rubber soles on the bottom, but they were not the usual heels. The gloves were still opera length but were different, they were mittens, like something a kid would wear. It was clearly Mouse's costume, but a mockery of it. (d)Batman: -Batman pinned Moose against the wall and pulled off his belt a grappling gun towards the rooftops.- “If you’re lying, I’ll be back here…If you’re not, then maybe I’ll get you an ambulance.” –Batman revealed a round loop that he wrapped around her ankle and then retracted the line whipping Moose into the air to dangle her above the ground by 6 feet. He detached the wire from his belt and allowing the hook to support her. Batman walked towards the Limousine as Mouse began fleeing the scene.- ‘Selina…’ –Batman reloaded the grappling gun and fired it towards the roof to get above Mouse as she ran into the alleyway and then into a doorway. Batman would follow behind her, seeming to appear out of nowhere as he stood behind her. He spoke softly to her back.- “Selina…There’s something I need to tell you, that I didn’t realize until tonight…”
Catwoman: Catwoman exhaled slowly as she was pulled from the car, letting her head hang down so her chin rested against her chest, hair in her face. The large men with the meaty hands nearly brought a snarl from her as where they clamped onto her no doubt would leave bruises, and she struggled not to stick her claws into either. Keeping her body much like a rag doll she allowed herself to be carried and sat down in the chair, her head remaining bowed. Eyes opening a crack she glanced at the chains then at the buckets, her brows lowering behind her mask. “You know…” Lifting her head she leaned her body back as Peyton had sat the suitcase beside of her, her voice was a purr though dangerous and angry. “I did warn you about crossing me.” Her hand shot up, the quick reflexes of a cat as she grabbed hold of one of the chains. “The thing about chains is, is that there is too much give for someone who is, let’s say…into gymnastics.” -c
Catwoman: She kicked both legs up, keeping them in the bucket to uppercut the large man standing directly in front of her, he was lucky the bucket was there, that she didn’t feel like dealing with the aftermath of slamming those serrated heels through the bottom jaw of a person. In the same moment she wrapped the chain around the neck of the other large man then raised her arms above her head. It was like a cat slipping easily out of a persons grip as her body slid down, through the chains, sliding a bit across the floor, holding onto that one length of chain to pull the hulking man head first after her. Her eyes turning to Peyton and Scarface, the burning green of them showing fury.-eMouse: The costume was a mockery another door slammed down inside her mind, another slight, Another! Sshe wanted to scream out in rage at the indignity, trapped at the damn CAT. She held the travesty in her small hands now balling into fists, her knuckles whitening , ‘I am NOT a joke!’ she thought she was going to scream when she heard the billowing behind her, the soft landing, quiet enough almost none would have heard it but she was used to listening . She wanted to tear the joke apart , but she tensed at his sound behind her. She knew what it meant, her head dropped. She knew about the Bat, knew the fear and she found herself shrinking, resentment and shame and indignity churning inside. Just a moment she considered running, but in these heels, even not in the heels she was no match an then he spoke. –c-
Mouse: The voice… it wasn’t the harsh voice they all talked about, not the barely human growl they feared and talked about in whispers in the darkened corners of Gotham, it was a voice she knew, a voice she couldn’t forget, very human and gentle, her hands dropped weakly against her legs, fingers pulling loosely at the joke that had been played on her. It was a voice she knew, speaking softly and tenderly … not to her…to Selina! A low groan escaped her… couldn’t he tell… even like this…she wanted to turn… yet couldn’t. –e-Peyton Riley: Moose yelped as the line was retracted finding herself dangling by her ankle upside. she growled at Batman as he disappeared back into the shadow. Just what she needed a broken arm and easy pick up for law inforcement. Although the police would have little to book her with, there were no traces that she had planted the bomb, the garage door remote she used to set off the bomb had fried it's own electronics when used. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton gasped as selina spoke to her, her tone sounding like an angry feline ready to attack, she stumbled back away and sat down on the chaise lounge, scarface's gun lifting up, only able to watch as the two big men are attacked. The bucket hitting the first in the chin with a lound clang going down hard, out cold. The second gasps and clutched at his throat as the chain went about it, choking his face turning red. as the chain was yanked, while the kitty slid free pulling him behind her, he went down hard his head smacking the polished wooden floor gasping as the chain went slack. He didn't get up. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled. "Heheh, I thought we had a kitty here, not a possum. Nice show though." the doll had mirth in his voice. "I'll have to keep that in mind about the chain, although we do have silk chord as well." replied the puppet. "Now you just sit down and stay put, I don't think you can dodge all of dese bullets. Besides how are we crossing you? you aren't hurt are ya? And da moneys right dere. we just want to make sure you didn't know where our lil suite was and that you would stay." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton sat there, decidedly not amused like Scarface's voice was. If anything she looked like she was torn up inside. Looking between the doll and Selina apologetically. She looked like she wanted to speak, but didn't. (d)Batman: “I shouldn’t have kept it from you. There are a lot of things about me that no one knows except you and sometimes I forget that…” –Batman’s hands grabbed onto Mouse’s biceps and tried to turn her, his body came closer to hers, the darkness in the room afforded Mouse’s advantage as he leaned closer and supported her cheek with his hand, this would happen if she turned when prompted by his advances towards her. He leaned his lips closer to hers and whispered softly, allowing her to feel his breath upon her lips. Batman closed his eyes and spoke while his embrace felt protective of her.- “…If there’s any proof that there really is something between us…It’s our-…” –Batman was cut off when a pipe smashed into the back of his head slamming him against the wall.- “Nice swing, Benjamin.” –An Irishman’s voice spoke to his companion; two men turned their gaze onto Mouse, the second man aiming a gun at Mouse’s face.- “The boss is gonna love this. Two freaks in one snag.”Catwoman: Letting go of the chain she kicked the bucket free and stood up slowly those red painted lips twisted in a smirk though that fury still remained in her emerald eyes. “You see, I have this problem with being pushed around and used.” She walked slowly, around the chair, stepping lightly over the unconscious bodies of the two men. Her dark hair hung around her face still, around her shoulders tangled a bit from the car ride and gave her an animal like appearance more so than usual. Her heels clicked on the floor as she stuck her right hand out, digging her claws along the wall as she edged closer to Scarface and Peyton. “I have a hard time, being used for…what’s the word “bait”? And not know what it’s for. I’m funny like that.” The threat of the gun clearly didn’t bother. “Sugar, I thought more of you, I thought we were friends.” She turned her gaze to the woman then, dropped her hand to her waist, gloved fingers closing around her whip. -c
Catwoman: “I may not be able to dodge *all* of the bullets. But with how many lives I have left, I just have to dodge all but six.” Her voice was coy now, she was back in the game, anger sealed up tight for the moment, manipulation coming to the forefront. –eMouse: Her groan grew as she felt his hands upon her again, after so long, trying to turn her ‘Oh g_d don’t look at me! You’ll hate me! ’ His hand came to her cheek, how she’d wanted this… couldn’t he tell even in this darkness couldn’t he tell? How could he not? Oh G_D he was the Bat… all along … even back then… when she had tried to be … suitable. She’s though about this, as she felt his breath on her face again, just as she remembered, leaned in even if this was for Selina. ‘There WAS...’ she wanted to say it.. so much, and then there was the sound, and he was reeling, hitting the wall, sliding to the ground, she couldn’t rationalize it. That couldn’t happen to the Bat. The gun came level with her face close, between her eyes, even in the murk and without corrective lenses his intent was clear… but it was Bruce!. “NO!” she threw the mockery of her costume at the gun and threw herself upon him. It was futile and the hands were on her in a moment –e-Peyton Riley: Scarface's blank stare followed the wild looking woman as she bravely strode towards them. His voice confident and cocky. "Hehe, ya think an angry cat's hiss and spittle scares ol' Scarface? Ya were only bait as a back up for da bombs dat were planted tonight didn't blow him to lil pieces failed. After all we can't have him around for da big plan, dis would all be for nothin' den. 'sides I don't care if we let ya down. I have a feelin' we did exactly what ya were expectin'." the puppet's voice had a laugh in it.
Peyton Riley: While Scarface spoke Peyton's lower lip trembled. "F-friend?" she echoed, still caught on Selina's words. Her eyes tearing up, getting unfocused through the tears.Peyton Riley: Scarface's head whipped up as if he heard Peyton, his voice nervous and agitated. "Sugar... don't let that stray get to ya... ya don't need her, don't listen..."Peyton Riley: "But, I want to be her friend..." Peyton whimpered and lowered her head unable to meet Selina's eyes, looking very conflicted "I'm sorry... I didn't want to... I just... and Scarface... and..." she blubbered while tears started to strain her dress. The doll went limp, face planting into her lap, as she shook with her sobs, Scarface's gun went down pointed to the side at the floor. "Just go... take your share and go..." she gestured feebly towards the suitcases by the chair Selina was in, not looking up.Peyton Riley: Meanwhile by the demolished warehouse two large men in suits were talking over Mouse and limp looking Batman "Heh, I'm sure he..." the Irish accented man said, but was interrupted with a bit of a surprise as the mouse costume landed limply over his gun, he picked it up and tossed it over his shoulder, aiming his gun back at Pamela.
Benjamin sighed and picked up Mouse off of Batman as if she weighed nothing. "So, what should I do with the kitty, Seamus?"
Seamus gave his friend a look, "She's not Catwoman."
Benjamin held Mouse up by her shoulders, his eyes tracing over her curves. "Are you sure? she sure looks like her."
Seamus tried his best to look patient, "Yes, Benjamin. She's just a wee mouse in the cat's pajamas. That's all padding."
Benjamin peered at Mouse. "That's some costume."
Peyton Riley: Seamus nodded, "Yes, it certainly is. Little miss was always good with her outfits. Now go put the mouse in the car and go check on James. See how he's coming cutting Moose down. Have him come meet us at the car before he takes Moose to Doc, we'll need his particular expertise with Batman. I'll just wait here with our napping friend until you come back."
Benjamin hauled Pamela to down the street to a car and tossed her into the backseat. The handles and locks had been removed from the inside and had safety glass separating it from the front seat. Satisfied the mouse was in her cage he went about his other tasks.
James 'Jimmy Lock' Lynch joined Benjamin and Seamus back at the car as they dumped Batman into the car's trunk."Ah, just the man I was looking for." said Seamus pleased. "Could you help liberate Batman from his belt? We thought it might be locked or trapped and didn't want any accidents."
Peyton Riley: James an older lanky man with long slender fingers, slipped a bundle out from his inner jacket pocket and revealed his lock picking tools. His years of experience showing as he analyzed the belt and got to work. (d)
Batman: {R} ‘This wasn’t like Bruce…to just disappear.’ –Red Robin’s body swung through the air, his legs pointing forward, extended with his feet adjusted to appear flat along with his legs. His arms held onto the wire from his gun that was attached to his belt. His retracted the wire and spread his arms out to open his cape, red wings from underneath the black external appearance of his cape allowed anyone below him to see an outline of feathers.- ‘Barb said that his last transmission was somewhere around here.’ Oracle: “Tim, do you want me to send back up? I can get Huntress, Black Canary, Nightwing…” –Red Robin frowned.- ‘Great…just what I need an ADULT telling me what to do…’ “No thanks, Oracle…I have someone in mind for back-up…I’m sending you a picture through my Cryptographic sequencer…find her for me, if you can…” <C>
Batman: -Red Robin transmitted a picture of Stephanie Brown dressed at the Iceberg lounge, the night they both had met face to face without their costumes for the first time. Batman didn’t want her involved, but how could Robin tell him that she already was? She wasn’t exactly an amateur.- {R}
Catwoman: Catwoman started to sneer at Scarface but then her stride slowed, and paused, hand still gripping the leather of her whip tightly as her eyes turned to Peyton. She watched the struggled, the inner turmoil that was produced on the outside as Peyton and Scarface spoke, then finally Peyton won out. As the doll lowered Selina’s hand lowered from her waist and though anger still burned in her she was torn now as she watched the
slender shoulders of Peyton shake with sobs. Clenching her hands into fists she looked towards the case of money. ‘Just take it and go Selina. This is your chance.’ Turning her body towards the case she took a step and her heel clicking on the floor seemed to echo in her ears and she paused. ‘I was to be bait, they still have something planned, they failed in killing him but there’s still something.’ Closing her eyes momentarily Selina turned back to Peyton and closed the distance between them. -c
Catwoman: Crouching down, she ignored the doll and the gun it was holding on the lap of the woman and reached up, setting her hands on her shoulders. “I won’t leave you.” Catwoman said firmly, and it was both the truth and a ploy. She felt something for this woman, trapped in her own cage and she wanted to know the plan. If she hadn’t of agreed to this, if she hadn’t of been so goddamn angry with him and hurt then he’d be out having a “normal” night of beating up unlucky thugs on a street corner. Slowly, Selina moved to sit next to Peyton on the seat and wrapped her arms around her. “Don’t cry…I understand it’s not your fault, and it‘s out of your control.” She said soothingly. -e
Mouse: Pamela clawed at the doors, no handles, no window controls, nothing. She kicked at the glass, but though it crazed it held, even against the sharp steel heels, she kicked and kicked again, and still it held. And so she turned her attention to the door, kicking then at the leather, stabbing the stiletto heels through into the doors workings. He was just there.. just out of reach, G_d knew what they were doing to him? It was him. How could she have not realized ‘til now? She kicked again, close together, tearing the leather over and over, widening the hole in the plastic trim, until she could just about see inside and pull at the loom, more difficult now she had discarded the gloves, she pulled the small bundle of wires through the hole, and with nothing to use to work on them, she pulled one out of the bundle making just enough space… to bite. –c-
Mouse: She hated the taste, the feel of the metal, the light shock, only 12v but still unpleasant, and so she continued, severing the wires and stripping away the insulation. They needed a way to lock this, all she needed to do was find the right wires… but quickly–e- Peyton Riley: At the hotel room Peyton gasped as she felt Selina's hands grasp her shoulders, she lunged forward hugging selina, scarface tumbling to the floor in the process. The blonde clinging to catwoman like she was a life persever and she was afraid of drowning, sanity in a sea of doubt and conflict. she sniffled and was quiet a long moment. before speaking again in a trembling voice. "Th-thank you... so few understand... whenever I touch him... I feel him... in my head! and he has me do such things..." she swallowed hard. "Thank you for staying... no one ever does..."Peyton Riley: James worked digintly on the utility belt and smiled looking at the men. "No, traps. Challenging lock from eastern europe." with a florish of his slim fingers he unhooked the belt and took it off Batman and handed it to Seamus.
Benjamin closed the trunk and patted it assuring it was closed tight.
With Batman safe and secure in the trunk Seamus took the utility belt and started to walk about the car, that is when he saw Mouse nibbling at the wires of the door, dropped the mouse costume and utility belt he was carrying and pulled out his keys. He tried to use the fob remote and nothing happened, she had cut the power to it. He used the key and dove into the car, slamming Pamela hard down against the seat. "I hadn't realized you were such a clever mouse. We should have had someone keeping an eye on you. You almost got loose. I don't think our employers would be very pleased with that. What do you think?"
Peyton Riley: Benjamin dashed around the car and closed the door behind Benjamin and picked up dropped belt and costume. He slipped into the driver seat and tossed the items on the passenger seat.
Seamus eased up on Mouse. "I don't know why you are so eager to leave. You want to go home don't you? we're just making sure you get back safely." he smiled.
Benjamin started the car and looked at his partner. "So, do we take them to the meeting place or the dock?"
Seamus shook his head. "No, this mouse has work to finish, take us to her apartment. And I have an important call to make." he pulled out his cellphone and note that had insturctions and a phone number written in an elegant hand.Peyton Riley: The phone in the hotel rang and Scarface slowly sat back up. "ughh... fine time for a nap..." he grumbled as if he was just waking up, looking about. "Dammit Sugar! Why did you let me nap on da floor?! go answer the damn phone!"Peyton Riley: Peyton jumped at Scarface's tone and seemed to struggle against selina. Slowly she let go of the woman, giving her an apologetic look and rushed over to the ringing phone and hit a button on it, activating the speaker phone.Peyton Riley: Seamus' brogue came through the speaker. "Good evening boss, Miss Riley, I have an update for you."Peyton Riley: "Sugar pick me up! we have business to attend to, ya need me." said a rather angry puppet that lay motionless on the floor.Peyton Riley: Peyton bit her lip and slolwy nodded. She couldn't do this... she couldn't do this alone, even if Selina was there, she needed him. She needed scarface, she didn't know to do. She scooped up scarface carrying him to the phone, holding him like a baby.Peyton Riley: The irritation in Scarface's voice vanished as he heard the older Irish mobster's voice. "Ah, my cleanup crew. Sounds like da bat got the best of Moose. Did ya get da mouse safely?"Peyton Riley: "Moose is on her way to Doc, looks like batman was trying to teach her that she can be double jointed. But we got some good news for you." Seamus' voice had a smile to it.Peyton Riley: Scarface let out a ragged sigh. "I could use some good new Seamus, dis night's been a mess." his head turning to look at Selina.Peyton Riley: Seamus's said proudly, "We not only have the mouse, but we have batman too. He's resting in our trunk while we take mouse back to her little hole."Peyton Riley: Scarface's wooden jaw dropped. "What!? You're kiddin' me!"Peyton Riley: Semaus laughed, "No Sir, he's there. What would you like us to do with him?"Peyton Riley: Scarface seemed to think a moment and looked up at Peyton. "Is your pappy's backroom still available?"Peyton Riley: Peyton smiled and nodded to the puppet, turning to the phone. "Seamus, take him to Hibernian's. I think you remember the old service entrance to it."Peyton Riley: Seamus laughed. "Of course I remember little miss, I was the one who installed it." His voice became more serious, clearly knowing how to play this game. "Boss, do you want us to take care of him there?"
Peyton Riley: Scarface's voice was happy, excited. "Yes, and give me updates. Ya know how tricky da bat is." he looked up at Peyton. "Sugar?"Peyton Riley: Petyon presses the button to end the call. She turned to face Selina. "Now we just wait." she gave a slow smile. (d)
Batman: ‘My head fills heavy…My hands are free. But I’m in a dark room…’ “Night vision: on…” –A females voice spoke inside his ear, suddenly the trunk lit up revealing the space in pure darkness, the trunk was completely empty, it had been dry cleaned multiple times.- ‘I know what this means…’ –He tried to pull the safety latch in the trunk, but of course it was broken. Perhaps his captors sick sense of giving their prey hope. Batman turned to look at the back seat of the car, he felt his body shifting as the vehicle turned. Batman narrowed his eyes upon pressing a button in his cowl to change vision to detective vision where he would spot Mouse with Seamus. Batman reached for his belt, but shock struck him upon realizing it wasn’t with him.<c>
Batman: Batman tapped his wrist panel and made his throwing stars erect.- “Wrists Armed.” –the female’s voice spoke in his head. The promethium blades were indestructible and he knew that the plastic and leather between him and Seamus couldn’t possibly endure the slicing of the metal. Gripping three throwing stars he pulled them off his wrist and began looking for the best point to begin cutting.- ‘I have to be silent, the slightest scratch or noise and they will know I’m onto them. They could kill Selina…’ –Batman waited for the right moment, the engine of the car picked up and weaved around another cornering allowing Batman to dig the blades in and slashed at the plastic. However, it wasn’t as quiet as Batman hoped. The plastic made a loud rumble, it could be construed as a body rolling.- <c>
Batman: -Batman grinned as the single slash made the material weak enough that his arm could break through it.- ‘He’s angry. His emotions got him into this situation. His feelings for her got him here. All because of something he wanted to tell her. He won’t allow that to happen again, not like this. Now is not the time to open his heart. Now is the time for only one thing…pain.’Catwoman: Selina held tight to the woman in her arms, her grip firm and as reassuring as she could make it and closed her eyes. It had been such a long time since she had felt protective over someone who in the end would be her enemy, and in that moment her thoughts went to Pamela and she quickly pushed them down. Inside her resolve hardened, she wouldn’t underestimate this woman, and she wouldn’t let her emotions get in the way. The shrill of ring of the phone had Catwoman dropping her arms from around Peyton slowly and as she watched her, listened to her she said nothing. Glancing down at the doll on the floor, she imagined digging her serrated heel through its head, not that it would do any good. Turning her attention towards the speaker phone she listened intently, brows furrowing behind her mask at the mention of a little mouse. ‘He never believes in coincidences. Maybe you should take a lesson from that.’ -c
Catwoman: Her hand slipped down, to her utility belt and she grabbed her phone, crossing one leg over the other, eyes never leaving Peyton who was now holding Scarface her heart stopped in her chest for a long beat and she didn’t notice she was holding her breath until her lungs burned for air. They had gotten him? There was no way. Disbelief rang strong in her head and she wondered if for a moment it wasn’t a trap for her to fall into. Facial expression not changing she slid open her phone and sent out a text to Oracle. ~B possibly at Hibernian’s.~ As Scarface looked her way she slipped the phone away, not like he could actually tell on her.
Catwoman sat there for a long moment as the call ended and as she sat, her green eyes began to fill with tears and the moment Peyton turned and smiled at her, they brimmed and slipped down the front of her mask.
“Peyton,” She used her real name, voice cracking, lower lip trembling. “It’s finally going to be over?” -c
Catwoman: Shaking her head a bit she pressed her gloved hand to her mouth as if stifling a sob. “He’s put me through so much, ruined so much. I don’t think I can believe it. I have so many things to say to him, unfinished business and I want to watch him suffer.” Her shoulders shook as she sobbed softly. “Can we go and watch?” Standing slowly she moved to Peyton a plea in her voice. “I need you, your support, he was so abusive, he *used* me.” ‘Ugh, god, I should win an academy award, if she doesn’t buy this, then there’s no other alternative.’ More tears fell as she watched Peyton pleadingly then turned her gaze to Scarface. “I want to be there, to spit on him as he takes his last breath.” There was the sadness mixed in with definitive malice and hate, she drew on her anger and that hate was almost tangible. -eMouse: Pamela listened, tried to catch what was being said, they seemed to be taking her home, that much was true, but what of Bruce? ‘Take Care of him?’ She knew well enough what that meant. That couldn’t be allowed. But where and how? He was so close could he hear her she wondered? Somewhere they had.. somewhere the brute had installed something? The only place she knew for certain was associated with the crazy bitch Hibernian’s. She lay on the back seat, feeling at the centre of the seat back, hoping it was a ski hatch and not and armrest as she pulled the bulging middle section down. –c-
Mouse: “Batman” she hissed as loudly as she dared, desperate not to be heard, and still longing to say his true name “Batman” she hissed again part coughing, her face pressed to the ski hatch. –e-
Spoiler: It had been on TV… surely they would have said something. If… It was too hard to think about, the pictures, the images, the inferno, flames and smoke pouring out of the Iceberg. And all she could think about.. was the girl. The girl whose uniform she had taken, whom she had left in the alley behind the club that burned and burned. She’d tried to go back that night, donned jeans and a hoodie.. tried, tried hard, but she couldn’t get close, couldn’t get near. The ambulances had gone. Only the firefighters remained and there was no way past them to behind the club. She’d watched the rest of the night. Mom didn’t know, she was zonked on valium again. She had looked for a huddled shape, anything, peering through the smoke. –c-Spoiler: The next day, she couldn’t face school, played hooky and went straight back to the iceberg, The building shattered and black, beams sticking out of the rubble like some giant whale’s ribcage. She’d ducked under the tapes and gone behind, searching, praying not to find anything, fearing to find the girl. ‘Didn’t think… did you Steph? Didn’t think that you’d be leaving her in danger beyond the cold night air?’ She’d fallen on her knees scrabbling in the debris, the sodden ash, half expecting to find small white traces of what had happened. But she found nothing. ‘You didn’t even know her name Steph… didn’t even think.’ She couldn’t bring herself to look for the costume… couldn’t bear to think of it. –c-
Spoiler: She’d tried to find out at the hospital, at the police station too, if any of the waitresses had been hurt, but they weren’t talking, especially without a name, and shamefully her face was fading, harder and harder to remember the face, she simply hadn’t paid attention... she obsessed over the papers, the news looking for the face as it slipped from her grasp… praying not to see it. And then she shut herself in… like mom, pulled the curtains, closed the door and hid in the dark. It’s not fun anymore. Waiting. –e-
Peyton Riley: Seamus sat quietly next to Mouse in the back of the car, keeping an eye on her. Sure she was clever, but he had a feeling she could do something really stupid and put them all in danger. As they rounded a corner, rather sharply, Seamus heard a noise, kind of a clunk and tear. He slapped a hand on the divider seperating them from the front seat. "For the love of Mike, watch those turns Benjamin! We don't need him dead when we open the trunk."
Benjamin growled. "I have been a getaway driver for over 30 years, don't you tell me how to drive Seamus. If I wanted that, I would have brought my wife along!"
Seamus turned to look at Mouse and saw she had bent down funny. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up. "What are you doing?" he noticed she had pulled the ski hatch down and smirked. "Heh, you want a look at the big bad bat huh?" He put his hand into the hatch and tapped it, it made a dull sound. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Sorry to disappoint, we had that sealed up long ago." he thought about it. He spoke to Benjamin. "Who was it that tried to attack us through that hatch? Was it Lefty?"
Benjamin thought for a moment. "Your memorys going Seamus. Lefty died in that tuna fish cannery 'accident'. I'm still surprised they never recalled those cans." he gave a short amused laugh at that. "And the guy you're thinking of, his name was Fingers."
Seamus smirked, "Not after we were done with him." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton's smile faded as she heard Selina call her name and saw her trembling lip, tears trailing down Catwoman's mask. Peyton quickly crossed the room and sat down next to her and joined on chaise lounge, putting an arm around her, Scarface sitting in her lap. "What's wrong? We've had too many tears tonight..." her own voice starting to sound a little watery. She sat and listened, gently rubbing Selina's back. Her hand balling into a fist as she heard about the treatment Selina had gotten from Batman, her muscles tensing, letting loose of a long slow breath, it coming out kind of ragged. "It wasn't your fault... we... you didn't deserve that..." she pulled back to look Selina in the eye, her hand gripping her shoulder, almost painfully, before letting go. She locked eyes with Selina. Her hair had been pushed back, revealing her full face. She was wearing a different glass eye, it was blank, staring back at Catwoman like a void.The ugly scar about her eye showing, looking savage. (c)
Peyton Riley: The anger burning in her other eye. "We will make him pay. Pay for everything he did to you..." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface looked up at Selina and his cool wooden hand came up to caress Selina's cheek. "Poor little kitty." His voice soft and sad. Despite its raspyness it almost sounded kind. "We had no idea... da Bat thinks he can just do whatever he wants doesn't he?" He looked up at Peyton, anger slipping into his voice again. "He's just like da rest of dem isn't he Sugar? Like dat no good husband of yours and Tommy who left ya after ya did so much fer him." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton's head turned quickly to face Scarface. "Yes. The quick death Seamus would give him is too good for him. He doesn't deserve the respect a worthy opponent would get." her voice dripping with malice now. "Vengence should be hers. She should be the one to take his last breath." her expression changed and her free hand reached up to caress the puppets cheek. "You can make that happen can't you honey?" her voice sultry and pleading to the doll. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled a little. "All three of us should lie low after dat job we pulled. It's too hot for us to be out and about..." his voice sounded like he was struggling with his thoughts. "But, these chances come by so rarely... and ya know I can't say no to ya Sugar." his voice having a roguish charm quality to it. He turned to Selina. "I tell ya what kitty. Seamus will be checking in after he takes our lil friend home and we will see how da bat is doing. I'll have Seamus break him for ya, take his time, make him suffer like he made ya suffer." he looked up at Peyton. "Sorry doll, we can't go. We have more work to do tonight." Peyton pouted hearing that. "But dat doesn't stop da kitty from going, if she is willing to take da risk. She can even take da sports car. Get her da keys Sugar." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton smiled a bit listening and set Scarface down on the chaise lounge next to Selina and rushed over to her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a set of keys. She went to the desk and took some time writing something on the paper, folded it, sat down next to Selina and Scarface and handed the keys to her, the keys had a pouncing metal wild cat keychain. "It's the last car on the left, I think you will love it!" she smiled, like a child sharing a favorite toy. "The code out is 1518." She showed the paper to Scarface. "Hibernian's used to be a storage place for bootlegging." she then handed the paper to Selina. It had a hand drawn map of the restraunt with an 'x' marked over one of the seats in one of the rear booths. the layout of the restraunt naturally kept the booth from prying eyes, but it didn't look hidden. "There is a latch under that seat, that allows you to fold up the seat. It's an entrance to a tunnel that takes you down into daddy's backroom. (c)
Peyton Riley: Just close the seat behind you. Take all the time you need down there." Peyton smiled wickedly thinking of the things Selina would do to Batman.
When Selina goes down to the parking garage, she would instantly know which of the expensive cars is the sports car, it had to be the old black Jaguar Coupe from the late forties. Sleek and sporty for the time, able to go 120 mph. The Coupe was finely polished and looking like it was in good maintainence.(d) Batman: -Batman heard the conversation.- ‘A few years ago…When I had first met Selina…We encountered a deadly assassin named Deathstroke. He used a material far superior to anything known to the public and barely recognized by the Government. The weight was comparable to Titanium, without sacrificing the strength or Steel and Titanium combine. Selina and I barely escaped that situation with our lives. As a precaution I used millions of dollars to have two pieces of my armor made of this indestructible metal known as “Promethium.” Even the batarangs on my bracers are made of this rare and expensive metal. They’ve made a few mistakes already.’
–Batman shuffled and prepared for his strike, tapping his mask in order to highlight his eyes in an oceanic tone, the detective vision saw through the internal design of the vehicle, locking onto their weapons and various objectives within the vehicle. <c>
Batman: -An expression of anger filled his face as he gripped the blades cutting into the barricade; he slashed the material open with a swift cut like a wild squirrel burrowing into the ground. A hiss of metal against metal
before Batman’s fist broke through the metal and he leaped through the compartment and onto Seamus’ back. Batman’s fist began rapidly pounding into Seamus’ kidney, Shoulder blade, ribcage, and shoulder from behind him. A snarl from Batman’s face would stir panic as though a wild animal was trapped within the car, a very *hungry* wild animal. With a few punches Seamus’ skin would already begin to welt and swell with bruises underneath his cloths as titanium plated fists slammed against the bulky man’s flesh, with massive crushing power of 2500 pounds of pressure per square inch slammed into the man’s body. Hardly Batman’s strongest of punches, but the closed quarters made a full punch hardly possible.-Catwoman: As Peyton came to sit next to Catwoman, the dark haired woman immediately leaned into her embrace, like the weight of the world was weighing down on her and she just needed something to cling to. More tears fell, hot with anger and pain and suddenly they felt too real, which made the anger stand out even more as she locked eyes with Peyton. There was something that stuck out in that moment, how the other woman said “we”, how the two were suddenly even more connected and she felt something like guilt shift inside of her. ‘Get it together.’ Breaking the eye contact she kept her shoulders slumped and hung her head so her hair would create a dark curtain around her down turned face. “No, you didn’t deserve that.” She whispered to Peyton. Nearly flinching at the contact from the wooden hand of Scarface she turned to look at the puppet sitting on the lap of Peyton. Her stomach sunk the more he spoke, it hadn’t worked…and then… “Thank you, Scarface.” -
Catwoman: Catwoman gave a soft sniffle and leaned, kissing the cheek of the puppet leaving a light smudge of red lipstick. As Peyton came back Catwoman stood and wrapped her arms around Peyton, giving her a firm hug. “Thank you, for understanding.” Selina said softly in her ear, and it sounded genuine, even if her acting hadn’t been. Letting her go she slipped the keys and map from the woman’s hand and gave them a nod, eyes brimming with unshed tears. Without a word she turned and strode out, moving down to the garage as she roughly wiped at her eyes. ‘Academy Award.’ She told herself as she slid to a stop, taking a moment to admire the car. “Oh the things I’d do in this car…” Trailing off she slid into the passengers seat and started it up, shivering as it came to life. “Baby I’d take you over the money any day.” Throwing it reverse she pulled out and flipped on the lights, moving to the keypad to open the sealed door. -
Catwoman: Waiting until it was open she slammed on the gas, burning rubber and took off out of the garage and down the street, glancing down at the map. “Hold tight handsome, I’m coming to get you.” Tightening her gloved hands on the steering wheel, she tried not to enjoy the feel of the wind in her hair, but how could a girl not? Thinking back to Peyton her gut twisted once again and she almost felt guilty. Almost…Mouse: As Pamela curled over by the hatch and tried to call to him, an elbow came down on her neck, twisting her head awkwardly and then she was lifted off the seat by her shoulder, with just one hand as easily as if she were a ragdoll. Cold fear ran through her again and as he rapped on the metal she knew it would have been in vain. These brutes laughing and, was he ever going to let her go, he pushed her against the side window? Her stomach turned at the story of the tuna cannery, she liked tuna, USED to like tuna, not now, not after the thought of .. THAT. –c-
Mouse: She sat on the floor of the car with a bump as a strange tearing sound was followed by Seamus’ body beginning to convulse, almost as if the big Irishman was having a fit, his fist shot out towards her and then pulled back equally quickly as if his elbow were trying to strike behind, and then it was as if he was swelling, or something pushing from behind a great blackness behind and he was toppling towards her, 200lbs of irish beef toppling towards her, his body twisting and contorting to blow after blow, he was going to fall..-c-
Mouse: Pamela kicked out, straight legged ‘Have to stop him’ He foot connected, toe, and heel, sharp cold shiny steel, her foot bend upwards as the heel met something soft, penetrated, she closed her eyes and turned her head away –e-Peyton Riley: Hearing the tearing and clawing sound of the seat and hatch being torn open like it was aluminium foil made Seamus start to turn about, reaching for the gun inside jacket, as Batman leaped on him. His hand never made it the gun as he was pummeled. He felt the sharp pain of a rib cracking. Dammit, that rib broke again. "Benj...!" he called out grunting in pain. he moaned and grabbed at his jacket to keep his hand close to the gun he needed to get. Dislocated shoulder... He was too old for this crap... but it was for Little Miss. They must have really pissed off the Bat and were going to pay for it. He struggled against the bat, he was no match for him, but he was going to go down fighting like he always did. He swung his other arm to uppercut Batman. The force of Batman pushing behind him was too much, he lost his balance, his hand working for the gun pinned inside his jacket against the bulletproof barrier. He had the gun, but couldn't get it out. (c)
Peyton Riley: He was staring down at the little mouse dressed as the kitty beneath him he was going to land on her when he felt a sharp jab in his gut, causing him to moan out, feeling the warmth down there, he was bleeding out. He was suspened above Pamela her leg keeping him up above her. He looked down. The boots... those wicked heels had cut into his belly like a knife. Sean Riley had told him back in the day that women would be his downfall, if only he knew. He winced and gave a ragged breath. (c)
Peyton Riley: Benjamin looked in the rearview mirror hearing the sounds and feeling the car start to move about from motion behind him. Benjamin cursed and swerved the vehicle hard to the right trying to get Batman's momementum to swing him off of Seamus and into the small woman dressed as Catwoman. Benjamin was now speeding as he wove through traffic with his erratic turns, with the ease of a race car driver around parked cars.
He hadn't driven heists for years for nothing. He was going to get to their next stop and then ditch them and the car, Seamus would understand, they had been through worse. Well, near worse. (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton gave a tight hug to Selina as if she didn't want to let go and Scarface make a soft happy chuckle as his cheek was kissed by the passing Catwoman. After the door closed Peyton crossed the hotel room and checked it, waiting a long moment before walking back into the main part of the room. The tension of anger fading from her body already. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Dat was quite da show ya two were puttin' on. I'll have to sell tickets next time." laughed Scarface roughly. (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton scowled at the doll but remained quiet. Pulling a suitcase out from under the bed, already packed and ready to go. She scooped up Scarface and left the room with the two unconscious thugs in it. Peyton locked the door and tucked the key underneath it. They walked in silence taking the back staircases and down into the underground parking garage. She peeked around the corner to make sure the Jaguar and Selina were gone and went to the Limo. Peyton placed the suitcase on the floor of the passanger side and bucked scarface in on top of his phone books. She started the limo and got it going with a few lurches, leaving the hotel behind. (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface cleared his throat as Peyton drove towards the center of town. "I couldn't help but notice Sugar, ya left some details off yer map." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton glanced at Scarface innocently. "It was just rough sketch, I have no idea what you mean." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface laughed. "Hehe, dat doesn't work on me doll. I know ya better. You didn't draw the door from da tunnel or da other entrance da concealed service entrance." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton kept her eyes on the road. "I rushed it, she didn't need all the details. Seamus will be there to make sure she is safe and that the entrances are secure. She only has one thing to worry about, her vengence." (c)Peyton Riley: Scarface's voice had a smirk to it. "Or ya think she might try to interfere. I know yer not stupid Sugar, you're almost as clever as me." peyton was quiet, pretending she needed to really focus on the traffic, although she was nearing Robinson Park. "She either really loves or really hates da bat. Probably both! Ya know dat. It's da only reason she would be so upset and insistin' on goin'. But Leavin' those details out... she could get trapped in dere." He laughed as if it was amusing. "Yer playin' da odds. If Seamus manages to make it to da backroom wit' da bat, it'll be a long shot. I'm surprised dey even caught him! Must be da luck of da Irish." chuckled Scarface. "I hope his luck keeps goin'. But if he makes it dere, da kitty can either help kill him or defend him. Kill da bat and yer old Uncle Seamus will see she gets home safely. Otherwise he gets knocked out wit' da rest of them and they will be stuck in dere and out of da main plan. Hehe, tell me I'm wrong Sugar." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton drove into the vacant parking lot of the park and stopped the limo abruptly, putting it into park. Glaring at Scarface. "She's my friend. I trust her! Even if you think she will betray us like a finiky cat. If she says she is going to watch Batman die, she will. But you can't blame me for taking precautions, we have worked too hard on this! We are so close. We can't afford any mistakes, right?" (c)Peyton Riley: Scaface chuckled, "Hehe, right Sugar. I'm so proud of ya. We will be rulin' dis town and can put our pasts behind us. Now give me a little kiss." (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton got a hint of a smile and leaned over to his side of the car and gave him a kiss, leaving a mark on his wooden cheek, overlapping Selina's lipstick mark. (c)Peyton Riley: "Mmm, dat's why I call ya sugar. Yer sweet." said a happy sounding Scarface. "Time ta check on our wee mouse right?" (c)Peyton Riley: Peyton nodded and grabbed the suitcase pulling out a laptop and setting it on top of it in her lap. She turned it on, starting to open up applications. Peyton brought up a window on the laptop, it was showing a live feed from the Mouse puppet in Pamela's apartment. "Showtime." she said softly, clearing her throat. (d)Batman: {R} ‘I asked Barb…Oracle…To locate a school student, a waitress recently at the Iceburg Lounge. I had worked with her previously as Spoiler, we thwarted Cluemaster together before this whole mess with Ventriloquist and Scarface happened.’ –Red Robin raced along the streets riding a batpod when he stopped in a drive way of a neighborhood.- “Oracle…is this the place?” Oracle: “Yes Tim, I’m sure of it. Stephanie Brown’s residence.” –Tim felt his heart racing.- ‘Until today…I’ve…never been to a girl’s house before…Okay…I have, with Batman…but never something like *this* what if she’s changing? What if she thinks I’m a peeping tom? What if…’ “Hey kid…Get off that…uh…Motorcycle before you break it.” –A man spoke to Robin, when he turned to look at the man.- “Huh?” <c>
Batman: -The old man stood holding a dog that was sniffing the grass nearby.- “I said…You’re gonna break that motorcycle. It looks very expensive. You don’t look even old enough for highschool.” ‘I think I should take that as a compliment…’ –Red Robin nodded.- “Uh…This is mine…it’s a…ATV. We drive them together all the time…Y’know?” –The old man nodded clueless.- “I…have to go now.” –Red Robin drove the vehicle into an alley way where he slipped off the vehicle and looked towards the window of her room. He began climbing the side of the house until he reached her room. Coming to the window, Red Robin looked at the curtain before tapping the glass gently.- “Stephanie er…uh…Spoiler? It’s Red Robin.” –His face suddenly began to burn as his cheeks became flushed.- ‘I hope she isn’t changing…Gee, how much more awkward could this night get?’ <c>
Batman: -Red Robin would wait until he saw her to then say.- “I need your help. Batman is in trouble! I found a place where they are holding Batman; I think…It’s some kind of underground bunker within a tavern. But in order to save him, I need your help.” –Red Robin spoke with urgency, as if Batman was being tortured or other horrible things at this moment in time. {R}Batman: -Batman was flung from one side of the car to the other. As blood began to seep into Seamus’ clothes, Batman’s eyes widened. His detective vision deactivated and immediately Batman pushed Seamus onto his back and away from Catwoman-Mouse’s foot. Batman turned to look at the driver and reached to grab him by the throat, placing him into a headlock.- “Stop the car!” –Batman’s voice was raspy, feral, and full of aggression. Batman’s arm began tightening around Benjamin’s throat as Batman pinned himself into a sturdy position in the event Benjamin would attempt stomping on the breaks, swerving, or even if he crashed.- “He is dying unless you stop the car and get him to a hospital.” –Batman’s voice was more reasonable, a dark tone attempting to invoke Benjamin’s compassion. Though, no honor among thieves; it was worth a shot.-
Catwoman: It took her longer than she wanted to get to Hibernian’s, though the gas pedal had been pressed to the floor nearly the entire trip, traffic lights and stop signs be damned. Her hair was a bit wild as she made the car come to a quick stop in the abandoned parking lot. Not a thought about being out in the open crossed her mind, and not a thought of it being set up even came to her. Selina was focused on one thing, and one thing alone; Batman. Looking at the building she slid out, tucking the keys to the car in one of her pouches, not that it would stop the car from getting taken if someone really wanted it. Walking up to the dark building she glanced down at the map in her hand and moved inside, heels clicking loudly on the solid floor as she moved. Reaching up she flipped her goggles down over her eyes, the high pitched noise of her night vision switching on as she did so and everything in the old restaurant could clearly be seen. “Cute place for a secret smuggling warehouse.” -
Catwoman: Following the map back to the back booth she paused as she started to reach it and listened. ‘Could I have beat them here?’ Silence met her and she crouched down slowly, lifting the lever to open the tunnel entrance. The air from the opened walkway blew upwards quivering the piece of paper in her hand and she looked back down at the map and something clicked in her memory. ‘Service entrance, the man with the Irish voice said over the speaker phone.’ Every muscle in her body tensed at that moment as she looked back down at the map and found only one entrance marked. “Maybe she’s smarter than I gave her credit for.” Trap or not Selina wasn’t going to take a chance if Batman was down there. Turning to a chair she grabbed it and stuck it under the upraised booth to keep the secret entrance open and walked down slowly into the dark tunnel.Mouse: He was so heavy, twice her own weight, bearing down on her, even with her leg extended he was becoming too heavy and as she drew back her other knee to stamp at him, still not daring to look at the damage her heel was doing, her stomach turned. It was running down her leg, she felt it pulsing out of him and she knew she was going to kick again. She Squinched up her eyes and prepared to kick, when suddenly the car lurched and it felt Seamus was physically lofted off her, and instead of kicking she brought both knees to her chest and made herself tight ball. And then the voice, the harsh voice of the bat, not his voice, not Bruce, not the voice she’d been wanting to hear again so long and which had cut into her so deeply tonight. She slowly began to uncurl. He was there. It was all she could do not to reach out and touch…what he was… now. (M)
Spoiler: The tap, tap, tapping at her window cut through her cocoon and the voice so familiar, slicing away at the worry and the doubt and self blame. It was his voice, Red Robin’s , calling her name. Her name? How did he know that? Then Spoiler, she found herself smiling again and throwing the sheet off her, jumped from bed and ran to the window. “Robin!” It really was him ‘Oh gosh’ panic started to rush through her “But… oh gosh… how did you?” How had he found her? Did he know? About Daddy? He knew her name already. What else did he know? “Why? How are you here?” she reached out to the window, looked at her own bare arm ‘Oh gosh, what am I wearing?’ She looked down, the long t-shirt and not a lot else and flushed very bright red before undoing the latch and then dashing back under the sheet. “No wait!” she dived out from under the sheet to bolt the door and then back under the sheet again, sitting up and hugging it around her knees “OK then.” (S)
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Peyton Riley: Seamus gasped as Batman pulled him back, wincing as he felt the heel in his gut slip out. Breathing shallowly as he stared at Pamela until he was placed on his back on the seat. He put a hand to his gut, feeling the warm blood, trying to stop the flow a bit. (c)
Peyton Riley: Benjamin let out a startled gasp as batman's fist went through the barrier behind him like it was tissue paper and choked, steering madly from side to side as he felt the arm going about his throat. He felt the grip tigheten and slowed down, driving smoother. He glanced at the mirror unable to see the backseat as he heard about Seamus, he gave a worried look. He would have sighed if he had the breath for it and pulled off to one side, a couple blocks away from Pamela's apartment. "Uugh..." he gasped trying to breathe. "You win... Get out... I'll take him to get patched up..." he struggled against batman so he could catch a breath. He never heard of Batman showing a generous side, but he was no killer either. He couldn't let Seamus die now, not after all they have been through. (c)
Peyton Riley: Seamus' hand holding the gun slowly pulled out from inside his jacket, it felt like it was made of lead, he shakily aimed at Batman's back as he put the squeeze on Benjamin. 'Get off, my friend, you dammed bat.' was all that was in his mind as he bled out. (c)
Peyton Riley: Hiberian's was closed for the night, dark. Nobody stirred about it. They all knew better than to mess around a known gangster establishment. The locks were easy for Selina to open, standard locks, and even the alarm system was easy to turnoff. It was supposed to be a regular restraunt and it looked like one. The secret tunnel Selina encountered in the dead restaurant was the only thing which hinted otherwise. The chair easily propped the booth open as selina worked her way in. She found a hole in the cement wall that led into the tunnel working down and beneath the restaurant, it was narrow, only big enough to get through on ones hands and knees. a cool breeze fluttered through it, apparently there were a couple side branches the other way, away from the hidden warehouse, an old basement that had been cemented over to make the parking lot and back alley beside the restraunt. (c)
Peyton Riley: Selina would come to a latched, but unlocked metal door which opened easily into a dark room, but was incredibly heavy. There was a switch above the door, and bare light bulbs tacked to the wooden support beams of the ceiling. A phone with no buttons was on one of the support beams that was in the middle of the room. The basement down low enough that no cell phone signals got down there, made it necessary, for orders to get sent in. One wall was filled with bullets, it had been used as a rifle range once. The walls seemed solid with no other entrances or windows. In one corner was an old crate with bootlegged homemade wine in it. There were dark stains on the floor, giving a good idea of what goes on down there. The 'backroom' was empty, this party hadn't started yet. (c)
Peyton Riley: In their limo in the park, Scarface spoke up. "Anything doll?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton looked at the computer screen. "Nobody at Mouse's place, yet.. but..." she clicked on a notice that popped up, a sensor on the underground warehouse sending her a signal. "Looks like Catwoman has just entered the backroom, nobody else there." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled. "I hope she likes it down there." (d)
Batman: {R} –He saw her and smiled, his blue eyes taking in her blonde hair, he felt a spark within him ignite as he wanted to hug her after seeing her bright smile.- ‘How many girls recognize a man by the mask he wears?’
–His eyes took sight of the long shirt, but were taken off it by her smile and rapid movement to him. As he stepped inside his cape followed behind him. The moment of happiness broke earlier than Tim expected when she looked down at herself, his eyes followed hers to see her bare legs and feet. His face turned red again and he turned to look out the window.- “Oops…S-so….uh…I-I need your help. We have to find Batman. S-sorry for bothering you right now…” –He heard the door lock to her bedroom and his heart began pounding.- <c>
Batman: ‘Tim…you’re a man…be a man…You can handle this…’ –Tim felt his leg shaking, trembling in place as a heated streak of guilt washed down his back.- ‘It’s just a crush…Just a crush…You don’t really know her…What if she….wants to…’ Oracle: “Tim, did you make contact?” –Tim jumped at hearing Barbara’s voice.- “Yes. I mean…No! I mean…uh…One second. Are you getting ready to go?” –Red Robin looked around the wall and window in front of him. When Barbara then spoke.- “Tim…Did you go into her room?” –Red Robin whispered.- “No…She invited ME in…” Barbara smirked at her computer screen.- “Riight…We’ll have to talk about this later. Remember, I got my eyes on you don’t try anything to that poor girl.” –Red Robin’s cheeks puffed out in embarrassment.- {R}
Batman: -Batman felt the car pulling over and released his grip.- and then he opened the backseat door while reaching to help Catwoman-Mouse.- “Lets get…” –Batman saw Pamela’s face and his eyes lit up in surprise. The woman’s position defensive, awkward, and clearly made-up on the fly.- “…out of here.” –Batman’s eyes narrowed on Pamela’s face. He waited for her to get out, allowing Seamus time to shoot Batman in the back. Regardless of where the bullets would land, Batman would swiftly turn and smack the gun out of his hand in order to protect Benjamin and Pamela from being shot.-
Catwoman: As Catwoman crawled on her hands and knees through the tunnel she thanked whichever parents gave her the ability to not be claustrophobic as the cool breeze blew against her cheeks. It was a tight fit, and if she hadn’t noticed the lack of an extra “x” on the map she would have known instantly no one would be able to drag the Dark Knight through the narrow passageway. “No fat mobsters would fit through here.” At the end of the tunnel she narrowed her eyes on the door with the latch and pushed herself to her feet. “How convenient.” She drawled sarcastically as the latch on the door wasn’t locked. Pressing her palms against the door she grunted as she gave it a push and gazed into the dark room as the door swung open. It was empty. Sliding out of the tunnel she pressed her palms against the heavy door to try and keep it open while she did and extra sweep of the room. The stain on the floor was old, there wasn’t even a rat lurking around there. “Sucker.” -
Catwoman: She chided herself as her heels dug into the floor a bit as the weight of the door began to make her slide backwards. It would have been a trap, if not so poorly constructed. “Like hell.” Catwoman grunted once again as she pushed off of the door and shoved herself backwards into the tunnel, curling her legs in quickly as the door snapped shut. “I’m no mouse.” Twisting herself around again she crawled her way out of the tunnel, annoyance burning inside of her. “At least it didn’t blow up.” Explosions really weren’t her cup of tea. As she moved out of the tunnel Selina kicked the chair from the booth and let it close once again and gazed around the restaurant. ‘Did you get away?’ Moving back out, she left the alarm off and moved to the car; what did she care if the place was trashed? As she pulled out the keys and opened the door Selina paused in her movements and thought back to the phone call. “Little Mouse, hm?”-
Catwoman: Well, it wouldn’t hurt to check up on Pamela Sweigeld. Sliding into the car she started it up and pulled out of the parking lot.
Mouse: As she saw the gun, her hand drew back, regardless of who or what he was he was still Bruce, and rolling back she drew back for another kick just as the Bat turned to look at her. His eyes, dark and barely visible behind the mask, visible enough she could see the reaction, the disappointment, the… it hit her in the pit of her stomach, the disgust. She kicked out, connecting with Seamus’ arm, the heel digging into his forearm, forcing it against Bruce’s back, his wrist, making a sound like kindling as it bend backwards at an ugly, sickening angle and the gun skittered to the floor. She tried to grab for it, but the gun… JUST out of reach “NO! I WANT IT!” –c-
Then she was moving towards the door towards the street , and Seamus’ fat red face was there under her and the resentment, and their laughing faces were in her mind and she kicked again she stamped and he was under her. (M)
Spoiler: ‘He needs my help? HE needs my help?’ her heart was racing. ‘ He needs me?’ “You need me? Really?” He was still looking out the window, that was odd, kind of comforting though, kind of annoying too though, was he too polite? ‘Maybe he just doesn’t think you’re cute, Steph. Wait why am I thinking like that?’ “Really?” She desperately wanted to get up and rush to him. “You’re not looking are you?” she slipped her leg out from under the sheets “Can you give me a moment?” and slipping the other leg out she slid over to the sliding mirrored door of her closet. “No peeking bucko. Just you keep looking out the window… I can see you.” And reaching up to take down the box containing her homemade costume, she paused to check he was still looking away and tug down the Tshirt which was riding uncomfortably high, and thus she changed glancing when possible at his back in the mirror or through the gap between her arm and body . She didn’t see him look, not even once. It was simultaneously sweet, and slightly insulting as she slipped her arms into the body suit and finally began to feel covered. (S)
Peyton Riley: Seamus gritted his teeth ready to shoot as Batman grabbed the faux catwoman and pulled her out of the car. Just as he pulled the trigger, Pamela's foot came out, sliding past Batman to Seamus' wrist, pushing it the wrong way. He cried in pain as his wrist broke, the gun's angle changing blowing a hole through the roof. His hand bent the wrong way forcing Seamus to drop the smoking gun onto the floor, just out of Pamela's reach. Batman's momentum kept them out of the car, his grip keeping Pamela from lunging back into the car as she tried to kick out and hit Seamus in the head or neck. (c)
Peyton Riley: Hearing a gun shot and keeping an eye on the Batman and Pamela from his side mirror, Benjamin knew when to take his chance and stomped on the gas pulling away from his former passengers. Getting him and his old partner out of danger. He did a quick swerve to get the rear door to close. He looked over his shoulder. "Hang in there Seamus, we've been through worse."Seamus gave a weak laugh, "We sure have." (c)
Peyton Riley: The Jaguar purrs to life as Selina pulls out driving over to Pamela's apartment. Leaving the old Irish Restraunt open and vacant. Peyton looks over at Scarface after having glanced at her laptop. "Hm, the door closed, but nothing tripped the motion detector inside. Looks like catwoman didn't stay." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled. "I don't really care, just so long as she's out of our way. It is bothering me dat.." he was interrupted by a phone call ringing through to Peyton's computer. She answered it, it playing on the laptop's speakers. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Boss?" it was Benjamin, his voice shakey, worried. Peyton never heard him like this.
Peyton Riley: "Yeah? what's da hold up? Did ya lose da bat?" growled Scarface.
Peyton Riley: "Yes, we lost them both and Seamus is bad shape, he's bleeding out... I'm taking him to doc
Peyton Riley: Peyton gasps looking worried. "You do what you need to, take care of him Benjamin."
Peyton Riley: "Thank you Miss, you know I will." said Benjamin as he hung up.
Peyton Riley: Scarface gives a low whistle. "Looks like we lost dem all Sugar, I'm not surprised with da help ya hired. Ya don't hire ol' men to do backup duty." he growled. "Just keep an eye on Mouse's hole, it will probably tell us what's going on in a minute." his voice irritated, he always played for the long game, they just had to wait.
Peyton Riley: Peyton nodded keeping her mouth shut, looking hurt, waiting, watching her laptop. (d)
Batman: {R} –Red Robin watched the window patiently waiting.- ‘We can cut through Robinson Park and make it to the restaurant in no time. I hope Batman is alright. Why was he doing there? Barb was talking about Money and bank accounts…Catwoman, bombs…The Riley Family…There are so many things and the puzzles are there but…how do they all fit?‘ –Red Robin glanced over his shoulder the brief sight of Stephanie pulling on her shirt told him that he was safe to peak, but then he looked away.- ‘I wonder if Dick had to wait this long for Barbara. Must be a good thing having her back home behind a desk able to look at maps and computers and accounts…Accounts?’ “I know what their end game is…” –Red Robin smirked deviously. Red Robin waited for her to come out and he waved for her to follow.- “Come on, I’ll explain on the way to the restaurant.” <c>
Batman: -Red Robin slipped out of the window and lead Spoiler to the Batpod, where he climbed onto it, the device required him to lay down onto his chest and stomach, space behind him was left open for her to sit behind him, with her arms around his waist. It wasn’t long before the Batpod squealed past Peyton and Scarface’s parked car with a purple cape from Spoiler’s outfit flailing behind them. In a moment, Robin and Spoiler would be parking just two blocks from the restaurant where Red Robin would lead Spoiler to the location.- “I think Scarface and Ventriloquist are going to seize the money from the Riley family bank accounts...But in order to do that, Scarface would need someone who could steal documents, forge signatures, and use a computer…Catwoman can do two of those things. Computer hacking is…more of Oracles thing.”<c>
Batman: Once they arrived Red Robin looked over the area to see it was dark and abandoned for the night. He snuck into the building where he saw the hidden compartment held up by a chair.- “Looks like they weren’t expecting company. Come on.” –Red Robin stepped into the small hole and coughed.- “Great…I hope I don’t get bitten by a mouse or something.”{R}
Batman: -Batman held onto Pamela once out of the car before he grabbed her by the biceps in an attempt to hold her in place. His face came closer to hers as his eyes glared at her.- “I have a lot of questions, and you have the answers. Where is Selina? Why did Ventriloquist and Scarface have you act as a decoy? What’s the purpose of the bombs? And where are they hiding?” –Batman’s hands would feel crushing as on her biceps, his jaw stiff and containing his anger as his voice spoke in a raspy tone, dark and mysterious. Strangely different from the warm heart and soft voice of Bruce, however; similar in the dark and mysterious manner.-
Catwoman: Catwoman considered herself fortunate that there were very few cars on the road, and even less cops. Somehow that was always the way in Gotham City. Naturally Selina had kept tabs on the mouse of a woman since their last run in, and already her gut was twisting in anger at the thought that Mouse had anything to do with Peyton Riley. “That woman sure can find every rat in the sewer.” Catwoman drawled as she sped down the road towards Pamela’s apartment. The woman had done better for herself, moved into a higher class neighborhood, had stayed considerably low and had managed to not cross paths with Selina which was by far the most impressive thing. ‘I wonder what the little Mouse was getting out of this, and why her of all people?’ Pulling the car into a back alley going down the back sides of the street, Catwoman completely missed the couple standing on the front side of the street, one cowering, one demanding answers and slid out of the car. -c
Catwoman: Counting the floors as she moved to the very back of the building she grabbed the fire escape and pulled herself up, climbing up to the back window of Pamela’s apartment. Glancing around she easily popped the lock on the window and slid it open before slipping inside. “Little Mouse.” Selina called into the apartment as she pulled her gun free from the holster on her lower back clicking off the safety.
Mouse: Pamela’s leg flailed at Seamus as Batman pulled her away his hands tightening on her arms til it began to hurt, tightening more, the rage left her as she looked up wanting to see the warmth in his eyes but there was none, Bruce was not there, only the Bat. Only the harshness, his jaw taught, the words spat at her. She wanted to cry. “I don’t know. I don’t know where she is. I don’t know why I was a decoy. I don’t know. I thought I was framing her.” Her head dropped at the admission “I thought it was so she would be blamed.” She tried to pull away, she wanted Bruce to come back “You’re hurting me. Please stop hurting me.” She gave up trying to struggle then, going limp in his arms. “I didn’t mean any harm.” (M)
Spoiler: As she grabbed the gloves she’d moved to touch him, but Red Robin was out of the window before she could, leaving her hand hanging, She looked at it a moment, not quite recognizing the feeling and then pulled on her gauntlets and clambered out the window pulling it shut behind her before sliding down the roof and jumping into the tree, to flip down next to him. She pulled on the mask, carefully pulling her ponytail through the hole in the rear and climbed onto the bat pod behind him, wrapping her arms around him, she lay on his back, her cheek pressed to his shoulder as it lurched into life and they rushed into the evening air, surprisingly quiet, she could catch his words before the wind pulled them away. 'Catwoman…Scarface…’ the exotic names of the big time players she’d seen at the club, not the fourth rate hoods like Czonka and the Electrocutioner that were the playmates of daddy. She lay against Robin and listened to his breathing as he spoke. –c-
Money and Accounts and Computers and theft, and guns and bombs, orcacles and prohecy, anr Robins and Bats and cats and rats” she let the words tumble through her mind listening to his voice, and snuggling against him she sighed against his back and held him tighter “Cats and Mice”. (S)
Peyton Riley: A rush of the batpod goes through the park, peyton looks up from her computer to see Spoiler and Red Robin zoom pass. Spoiler's cape swirling behind dramatically as she hungs Robin from behind, she smiles and looks at Scarface. "The rescue party? Or date night?"
Peyton Riley: "Knowin' heroes, both." Scarface chuckles. "But who rescues da rescue party? Hehe, snot nosed kids don't even notice a dark limo sitting in da park." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton reaches for the ignition to turn the limbo back on. "should I follow them Honey?"
Peyton Riley: "Nah." says scarface in a casual tone. "We got enough goin' on, and you can keep track of da backroom. We might see them soon enough." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton nods and waits. She smiles as she hears the familiar voice of Selina coming from the live feed camera installed in the doll sitting by Pamela's computer. The doll looks just like Pamela, wearing a very cartoony version of her costume with big mouse ears. and a long mouse tail. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface speaks up a grin in his voice. "Work yer magic Sugar." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton swallows and tilts her head a moment, before speaking into a microphone hooked up to her laptop. In the apartment the doll starts to speak, sounding just like Mouse, but her voice has a slight whiney undertone. The doll gasps. "Selina?! Wh-why are you here? Look... I wasn't doing anything... I was just doing some favors for Scarface and Sugar..." the words rushing and stumbling as the doll gave excuses. "They were going to give me a cut for some bank account transfers. I would be able to eat my weight in cheese!" the voice taking itself very seriously, despites it's words. (d)
Batman: {R}-Red Robin began walking into the area where he spotted the lifted chair leading into the secret passage. Robin stepped towards the edge to look into the dark hole. He tapped his mask to activate his night vision. He made an assessment of the area and then spoke.- “Maybe they’re down here.” –He climbed down and looked around.- “This must be a backway to something. Batman would barely be able to slip through here.” –Robin continued on down the dark tunnel until he reached the hatch that he pushed open and saw the hidden room. Stepping out he turned on the lights then turned off his night vision.- “Some kind of storage room. Probably more smuggling operations.” {R}
Batman: -Batman glared at her as she whined and tried to plea innocence. His hand would grab at her throat and slam Mouse into a nearby car where he shouted at her.- ”Where are THEY?!” –His voice was bestial, furious, and his grip emphasized as much as she could feel herself struggling to breathe. His strength becoming ever so apparent as Mouse would be able to rationalize that escape was impossible and death was more likely to occur than anything else.- “Where is Catwoman?!” –A furious gargling voice echoed through the streets and alleyways nearby giving a tell tail sign that he didn’t care about anyone watching, in fact; that he had complete control over the situation even *if* help attempted to rescue her.-
Catwoman: Silence certainly wasn’t her priority as she moved out of the bedroom she had found herself in and walked into the living room. If the mouse of a woman happened to be there, Catwoman was confident that she could take her and any weapon she had, out in a matter of moments. Frail bodies were only good at squishing in small places to get prizes, not at taking a beating which she was more than willing to deliver. At the call of her name her gun rose as she twisted her body, dark hair swinging over her shoulder at the quick movement and her eyes landed on the doll. “What the…fuck?” Brows shooting up behind her mask she moved closer as it continued to speak, drawn in by the absolute absurdity. “Pamela?” The tone held confusion, the voice sounded like Mouse’s but something was considerably off with the tone. As she came to a stop with the doll just out of her arms reach she looked it over slowly, and noted the fact that one of its eyes was gouged out and her jaw tightened. “Sugar.” -
Catwoman: Saying the name with zero doubt, annoyance passed over her face as she replaced her gun at her back. “Cute doll, where is Pamela?” Behind her, through the front door, she heard something, a muffled and furious shout of anger that held an undertone so familiar she nearly turned and ran to the owner of that voice right then. ‘Safe.’ Was the sigh that moved through her, relaxing her tensed muscles ever so slightly and had a smirk twisting her lips. So, Sugar’s and Scarface’s plan wasn’t turning out as hoped.
Mouse: The force was so great it momentarily lifted her off her feet and took her breath from her as her back hit the car. Her hands automatically went to his wrist almost as if to pull him away, but she could not have pried Selina away let alone the Bat. Her eyes wide and pleading, she tried to speak, but his grip was firm, and all that came out was a light choking sound. She shook her head but it was little more than a lolling. ‘Surely he didn’t mean to hold so tight? Not Bruce? Bruce wouldn’t hurt me?’ she began to feel light headed, not his grip not enough time it didn’t make sense ‘It’s Selina! He’s so scared for her he’ll hurt me! For HER! For Selina! How could he?!” She released his arm, resolve draining out of her, arms loose by her side. ’He won’t come back, not now, not ever, what a fool I have been! What a pathetic fool!’ No point in denying anything. But what did she know? They’d played her too.
Spoiler: The ride was short, too short and almost in an instant, it seemed they were at Hibernian’s and Red Robin had leapt from the bike, no hand offered and slipped inside, it was all Stephanie could do to keep up. He was standing by the hole, his voice urgent, but low as if he was talking to himself rather than to her, or maybe it was someone else, that Oracle person?. He was right though so narrow his shoulders would barely fit, let alone Batman’s. She followed through until a chink of light lit up before her, as he drove away the darkness and she climbed out to see him already examining the room. “What do we do?” She looked around the suspiciously empty room, dank and cold "Does something seem off to you?"
Peyton Riley: The mouse doll sat on a shelf near Pamela's computer desk. The puppet was well built, obviously carved by hand. It's features and build matched Pamela's. The attention to detail was outstanding, it even had freckles. If Selina closely enough she would see a small digitial camera, buried in the deep crack, watching the room. When the doll spoke it's voice appeared to come out of the doll's tummy. The doll had a smile in it's voice, it laughed. "Thank you! I am cute." the doll's tone changed at Selina's question, whimpering with self-pity, "I don't know where Pammy is. I'm waiting for her to come home."Y-You know you shouldn't be here Selina... Your curiosity has gotten you in trouble... You're going to burn your whiskers kitty."the puppet's voice said nervously, her words starting to get faster, more frantic. "Mr Scarface warned you about looking at his files, and you did! Miss Peyton told you to take your share and go, but you stayed! And now. (c)
Peyton Riley: A-and now, you poked into Pammy's business and you are caught in an explosive situation."
Peyton turned off her microphone as she finished speaking. She heard a ping on her laptop and brought up a window. (c)
Peyton Riley: "What was dat doll? Party crashers?" asked Scarface amused. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton nodded in the dark limo. "Yes, someone or someones just went opened the tunnel entrance to the backroom and..." in the backroom the heavy hatch door swung closed behind Spoiler and clicked shut. "And it just locked them inside. The motion sensor shows they are still in there."
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled. "Let's get to know our new little friends, shall we Sugar?" (c)
Peyton Riley: With the lights on Spoiler and Red Robin could see the room well, it looked like an old basement, lined with brick walls, save for the hatch. The bricks were a bit chipped in the far corner bys an old box of bootleg wine. One wall was riddled with bullets as if it had been a rifle range. The floor had several old stain marks on it. There was no sign of another entrance to the room, in fact looking at the hatch, it didn't have any handle at all. There was a phone attached to one of the support beams, it started to ring. Picking up the phone would show it had no buttons, it was a direct line to somewhere. (d)
Batman: {R} –Robin nodded to her words.- “Agreed. We should look around for any sign of clues. Just…be careful. We don’t know if anything is booby trapped. If you find a box that’s closed…let me examine it with my detective vision, just to be sure it’s safe.” –Robin activated the enhanced vision and began looking into some of the containers, the vision would see through the boxes in search of the contents or anything valuable. It was then his eyes glanced, something the detective vision picked up that would’ve been VERY difficult to spot in any other way. Red Robin kneeled at the floor and looked at what appeared to be foot prints, multiple sets of them. He tapped his wrist console and spoke.- “Hey Oracle…Oracle?” –The hatch closed and Red Robin looked at it for a moment.- “Hmm…I’m not getting any signal with Oracle.” <c>
Batman: -Red Robin walked towards the hatch to attempt opening it, but nothing happened.- “Rats!” –Red Robin exclaimed with a shout before adding.- “I think we’re trapped!” –He looked around the room to spot the phone., his detective vision would be able to search it and locate any explosives if they were attached to it, otherwise he didn’t bother it unless it rang.-{R}
Batman: -Batman’s grip loosened allowing her to breathe once again, allowing her to feel hopefulness that this was over, a chance for her to realize that this pain wasn’t over. His voice became deeper, clear, yet still holding a growl.- “You’re not telling me everything...” –Batman’s left hand took Pamela’s right knuckle into his grasp and gently began applying bending pressure, her wrist suddenly began pulsating with pain as he worked on bending her entire hand down towards the base of her wrist, the maneuver could possibly dislocate her hand from her wrist.- “Your wrist or give me Scarface. I would hate to permanently retire YOUR career as a hacker.” –His grip tightened on her hand, no longer applying bending pressure, but firmly holding her in place so she could’ve with draw her arm away from him.-
Catwoman: It wasn’t often something just gave Selina Kyle the creeps, but as she stood in the living room of Pamela Sweigeld and conversed with a puppet that someone obviously spent a lot of care in making her skin crawled. ‘The things you get yourself into.’ Her inner voice chided as she set her hand on her hip, raising a brow as the puppet continued to speak. “I didn’t just *look* at the files.” There was a smugness in her tone now, Catwoman was tired of getting played by the blonde and her split personality and she wanted to bite back, show that Peyton wasn’t the only one who knew how to play to the crowd. “I took pictures of each slip of paper. Now…” She purred. “You have my money, and you’ve snatched my patience right out from under me this evening, so I would suggest you stop playing games with me before you and your wooden friend find out what playing with fire is really like. You‘ll find a way to get that money to me, or I‘ll find a way to share these files to the highest bidder.” -
Catwoman: Her words cut between the frantic words of the dolls, and she paused only to listen to the second sentence, one that made her heart leap into her throat. Vividly she remembered Peyton leaving the doll behind in the lounge, and she remembered the explosion that followed as she was pulled into the alley. ‘Well…shit.’ Slowly her posture changed and she began to walk backwards through the living room, slowly as she headed towards the apartment door. “In any case.” ‘Stupid, Selina. Really, stupid.’ “I wasn’t looking to crash Pamela’s party, so I’ll just be on my way. I‘m sure she‘d enjoy a nice girl chat just between the two of you.” The back of her legs bumped into the coffee table and she edged around it slowly, being careful not to trip as she made her way around the couch.
Mouse: His grip loosened ‘He won’t really hurt me, he loves me, he’s just forgotten, SHE made him forget.” Pamela raised her hand towards his face ‘Bruce, It’s me, don’t you remember?’ but no words would come she reached to touch him but his hand suddenly closed over hers crunching her tiny hand into a painful fist and then bending, feeling like it would tear off. Words came out at last “Aaiiiii oh G_D Bruce NO!” It hurt so much, bone grinding on bone. “Don’t hurt meeeee….” Her voice trailed away into nothing as he released the pressure, ’He’s totally within her grasp, there’s nothing’ she looked into his eyes, was it just rage there now? Nothing left of what there had been. ‘He’s going to hurt me again.’
“Please, please Bruce, don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything. All they wanted was for me to dress like her. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone”. –c-
Mouse: Home was near so near, home and safety, could anywhere be safe? Uninvaded? Home, and a gun.
‘What use is a gun against him? Isn’t he bullet proof’
‘Not in the mouth’ , he wouldn’t expect that, a kiss from cold steel instead of lips
’Gott, why does it hurt so much?’
‘He can probably catch bullets with his teeth’
‘I LOVE YOU!’.
“My home is RIGHT here” she looked up she could see the window “I just thought they were going to frame her to throw the cops off their trail. I wasn’t doing any harm, I wouldn’t hurt her.” Her heart felt like it was tearing apart “If we go there, maybe I can trace how they contacted me, trace the messages back to them. And we can find her” And there will be a final kiss (M)
Spoiler: “Rats!? Ewww! Where?” Stephanie skipped involuntarily from foot to foot and pulled her cape around her, looking around with an even greater urgency, and then after a few moments slowed, looking around sheepishly. “Oh... right.” She watching him tugging gently at the hatch, he was cute, but that phone was becoming irritating and Red Robin was pulling at an obviously locked hatch. ‘Cute but we’re not getting anywhere are we?’ The walls were bare, no sign of missing mortar for a hidden exit or holes for ingress she knelt to look in one of the bullet holes. It just looked like a bullet hole, not a pipe or some other means of ingress… but then where had the bullets come from. The phone was so irritating she reached up for it almost without thinking her fingers stopped mere millimetres away. “Do I answer it? You’re the expert?” (S)
Peyton Riley: The pamela doll giggled as Selina backed into the coffe table, then made a tutting sound "Aw, you were a naughty kitty, taking flash photography when you weren't supposed to. That makes me kinda upset. You know my temper Selina... I can only take so much before I lash out and hurt everyone." said the annoyed puppet. "If you went back to the hotel room you left Miss Peyton in, I'm sure she would be happy to let you take your full cut, Scarface's boys would even hand it to you, if they woke up from their catnap." the doll paused and got whiney again. "Aww... please stay... But I do like your company so... and it is lonely here without my Pammy. Why don't you stay and we could play a game. That would make me feel so so much better. We could play delete Selina's naughty pics. I wouldn't feel like I would lose control then." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton looked over at Scarface her microphone on mute. "How am I doing Mr Scarface?" (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface laughed. "You are marvelous Sugar! You're killin' dem." he paused a moment "Did da kiddos answer your lil call?" Peyton shook her head no. "Let it ring, at least they are out of our hair fer now." (d)
Batman: {R} –Red Robin turned his attention to her as she was screaming, he covered his ears due to her loudness echoing throughout the basement.- “Gosh! If there WERE rats, they’re probably GONE.” –He watched as she reached for the phone and came to stand by her.- “Yes, it appears safe.” –He pulled a listening device off his belt and attached it to the hearing piece, causing the classic designed phone to amplify throughout the room so both of them could hear it speak. Red Robin noticed his heads up display began alerting him to temperature changes within the room, he quirked an eyebrow and changed the helmets vision to examine the temperature levels.- ‘It’s an old winery maybe there’s a hole…with rats. I hope I don’t have to hear her scream again.’ –Red Robin allowed Spoiler to pick up the phone while they both leaned into it.-{R}
Batman: -Batman released Mouse completely, letting her feel freedom from his vice grip and he took a step back even.- “Let’s go to your apartment…” –He said in a passive, yet grumbling voice to indicate that she should not be fooled by his demeanor and curiosity. He allowed her to lead the way, more than ready to chase after her if she were to attempt to flee. He allowed his cape to half surround his body leaving his chest, abs, and belt buckle to be exposed as his blue eyes stared down on her letting her lead the way.-
Catwoman: ‘The next doll I see, I’m stuffing it down a garbage disposal.’ Her movements paused as the doll requested her to stay. She wasn’t far enough away, and the couch would hardly be any protection at all if the doll exploded. Catwoman was quick, but not quick enough to dive to the door, unlock it and escape into the hallway before Peyton could push a button. Irritation and nerves skittered along her spine and the muscle in her cheek jumped as she clenched her teeth together.
She’d have to play along if she didn’t want to have another -fun- run in with an apartment bomb. “Oh yes.” Her voice drawled out, a hint of boredom there as she went for nonchalant about her situation. “I’m sure you’re still in the hotel room, just sitting there on your little computer. What do you take me for?” Crossing her arms over her stomach her gloved fingers felt along her utility belt, felt the phone like device there that doubled as a security code breaker, camera and mini-computer. -
Catwoman: “I’ll tell you what. You leave my whiskers out of whatever deal you have with Pamela, and I’ll delete the pictures.” ‘Like hell.’ Her mind snarled, like hell she was going to let that woman get away with this, lose her only leverage and trust that the crazy blonde would keep her word. ‘Oh, Scarface made me do it!’ Selina could hear Peyton’s voice now and her lips nearly twitched into a snarl, but her face remained calm and collected though anger burned inside of her. Everything outside of this situation was momentarily forgotten as her mind kicked into over drive with thoughts of how to save her hide.
Mouse: It still hurt, she didn’t know what hurt more though her neck, her wrist or her heart, it was still there though, clenching like a tiny fist, she drooped away from him. ‘How can he treat me this Way?’ ‘Its’s HER, it always was, Everything you wanted, everything you could have been, everything I could have had, she was there first, she took it all first, she looked up at him again hoping for the merest sign of what had once been there. But there was only the Bat. She pushed herself away from the car, she could see her window, almost home, almost safe, almost to the gun. ’Kill him!’ ‘But It’s Bruce.’ -c-
Mouse: She could feel the head coming from him as she climbed the back stairs, her steel heels clicking, one red still, red in tooth and claw. ‘He’s chosen her!’ ’I still love him.’ ‘He doesn’t love you he never did!’ ‘He could’ ‘He NEVER could, who could love a little rat like you?’ Almost to the door, almost inside, could she reach the gun before he knew? Would he know what she was. ‘He knows what you are little mouse.’ She put her hand on the door, unlocked it, began to slide it open. ‘Can I face him knowing what I am?’ ‘Kill him!’ She opened the door, her neck training to look at him, beneath it all it was still Bruce and hadn’t they? ‘I…. I… can’t’. –c-
Mouse: ‘Then SELL him you little coward!’ And Selina’s shoulder was in her face as SHE of all people sent Pamela sprawling to the floor between them whilst attempting to back out (M)
Spoiler: ‘He looks irritated, well stuff him, *I’m* irritated by being stuck in a hole HE didn’t even properly check. HE’s supposed to be the professional at this. AND I’m irritated by this darn phone too’ She watched him place the connection on the phone and finally lifted it, no buttons, made sense they didn’t want anyone calling out, not from a hole like this. Not fro… a shiver ran down her spine as she looked at the bullet holes again, an obvious place of death like this. “Wine?” she put the handset to her ear. (S)
Peyton Riley: "S-sitting in a hotel room?" asked the doll sounding confused. "I'm sitting in Pammy's place with you. Y-you don't want to play a game with me?" pouted the doll, soundling like she was going to cry, an angry frustration pamela-like sound coming to her voice. "If you don't want to play, we can just go to the end where you lose! 5... 4... 3..." at that moment Selina felt someone stumbled into her and saw Mouse herself followed by Batman. (c)
Peyton Riley: The doll stopped suddenly in her countdown. "Wow! look at everyone here! Hi Batman! Hi Pammy!" said the Pamela puppet, getting excited. "It really is like a party! You are all so kind to visit Pammy, she doesn't get many guests." The excited voice started to get nervous. "I... I hope weveryone wiped their feet first, Pammy gets upset about messes. Now, Batman, no rough housing. We don't want you to knock about Pammy's thchotkes. It would take her hours to get everything back in its place..." warned the doll. "Oh, Pammy I'm so so glad you are here, I missed you very very much!" said the puppet desperately, like it longed for attention. "Mr Scarface wanted to give you a new friend, he thought you could use one, so here I am. The prissy kitty, doesn't want to play games, will you play with me?" (c)
Peyton Riley: As Spoiler answered the phone in the sealed basement, Scarface's growly voice could be heard on the phone. "Hey dere brats, remember me from da Penguin's hole in da wall? It's yer ol' uncle Scarface. Are ya havin' fun helpin' da Batman? Enjoy your lil ride through da park? Yes, we've been keepin' tabs on ya. Just so ya know, you're in Sugar's pappy's backroom. Lots of fun memories down dere. Don't worry about your Bat, he is out free scarin da city. But we don't need ya kids gettin' in our way, so you can just relax down there. We will let ya out in an hour, if you're good. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy. If yer thrisrty help yerselves to da wine down there, it's da good stuff. Just don't drink and ride yer bike." said the doll, obviously amused. (c)Peyton Riley: Anaylzing the different temperatures in the basement Red Robin would see a line of warm air outlined in the brick wall, ending with the chipped bricks. The shape of it suggested a door back there. Perhaps this was the back entrance he had suspected was down here. (d)
Batman: {R} –Red Robin smirked at her question to the phone.- ‘Her sense of humor even while doing this kind of stuff isn’t Batman’s style. I remember seeing Batman and Robin a few YEARS ago…Robin made a few jokes; Batman didn’t even flinch in a response. I thought they were hilarious…Come to think about it, those jokes were ABOUT Arnold Wesker and Scarface. Batman wouldn’t like her because she’s too happy-go-lucky. She’s silly, funny, fast, and…well I can admit it to myself, can’t I? She’s cute…maybe even a little hot…maybe out of my league.’ –Red Robin furrowed his brow and then walked over to the hidden wall, where he changed vision, allowing Spoiler to handle the conversation. He began moving the boxes of wine pushing them away from the entrance where he began pushing and pulling at the wall hoping to open the door.-{R}
Batman: -Batman’s eyes fell onto Catwoman where he was surprised to see her, but then his attention furrowed and glared towards the doll. Batman stepped towards it and growled.- “Scarface…I’m getting closer. You can’t hide from me forever. I *will* find you.” –Batman‘s hands reached to his belt and pulled out a device that he placed on the belly of the doll. Batman glanced to Catwoman and Mouse before looking back to the doll.- “By the way…I have all your pieces; the documents, the bank accounts, Your henchmen, Catwoman, and Mouse. And no matter what you do…I. Will. Find you.” –Batman smirked at the doll confidently, predatory of a cat circling a bird in its nest.-
Catwoman: As the doll started to count down Selina cursed under her breath and took another step back. She started to turn as the door opened then let out a soft grunt as Mouse’s face connected with her shoulder. Turning her gaze downward, surprise registered on her face, not for the impact, but for what Pamela was wearing. “What in the -hell-.” She spat out angrily as she reached down, grabbing onto Pamela’s arm, her grip like a vice as she hauled the smaller woman to her feet. It wasn’t a surprise to see Batman there, but just what in the hell was Pam wearing? “Whatever you did, dressed as me. You -will- fix it.”
Catwoman growled at Pam, shoving the woman back against the doorframe to the door her face menacing then she paused as Batman strode past them, heading towards the doll. Pamela momentarily forgotten she turned her back, reaching out quickly to grab on hard to his cape. “Wait you idiot!”
Mouse: The words had rushed at her, half heard, a quarter understood, Bruce was going towards it, the world was falling in. Of course SHE was there, how could it be any other way? and a doll, and a voice, mocking and jeering, and far away that despicable woman and he rotten little doll. As Selina pulled on Bruce’s cape ‘Of course, how utterly appropriate’ Pamela saw it on Selina’s back. ‘Is this how it ends? together? Always linked?’ She grabbed Selina pulling herself around and tore the strapping from Selina’s lower back. The shape feeling comfortable, the weight feeling like home, and with all the strength she could muster she shoved Selina in the back and swinging her right hand up, no time to aim. “No more!” she squeezed the trigger as her hand obscured her eyeline to the doll. “NO MORE!”(M)
Spoiler: Stephanie watched as Red Robin began hauling at the boxes, and pressing and pulling at the wall, a small puff of dust seeping from between the bricks attested to the fact he’d found it. ‘Got to learn to look harder Steph’ she’d searched for the tell tale gaps in the mortar and found nothing, but then that had been in the open. This was hidden, like any crook with half a brain would have. 'No Steph, not harder.. .SMARTER.’ The voice on the phone was yammering away, but she found herself watching him, he was going to get them out of here, get them out of trouble again, even just watching his arms, his shoulders, she remembered the face, seen briefly in the dark of the Iceberg lounger, strong, and cute and smart. ‘Too good for you Steph. Too good for the resolutely second rate daughter of a third rate criminal.. and then there’s Dean’. –c-
Spoiler: “Say Robin, this stuff on the phone is a load of bunk” her arm slumped ‘til the phone hung beside her thigh “…coming from what sounds like a bad Joe Pesci impersonator. Do you need any help with the boxes?” –e-
Peyton Riley: As Red Robin moved the Wine Boxes he could see scuff mark in the cement by the space he was clearing. There was a door here, it had been grinding against the cement for years. As he touched and pulled at the bricks in the wall, one brick came loose,tugging on it, it acted as a handle and door way opened to a an old underground supply elevator, well concealed in the brick alleyway above. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface huffed over the phone, sounding livid. "Ya brats have no respect! I was gonna be kind, keep ya outta da mess da bat created for ya. But ya just added insult to injury!" Scarface pauses as he hears the service entrance open over the phone. "And now ya are workin' yer way out, to get in da thick of things. Don't say I didn't warn ya, da kid's gloves are off!' and there was a loud click and squelch as the phone hung up. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Noo! don't touch me! I'm not that kind of doll!" whimpered the puppet as Batman placed a device on her. (c)
Peyton Riley: Hearing Batman's challenge a growly voice came forth from the puppet. "Hey. Lemme talk. Hey dere Bat's. Ya think ya are so smart? Well dis lil mouse will blow to pieces if ya interrupt da signal and ya can't stop us y.." the doll was interrupted as Mouse fired Selina's gun, blowing off the Pamela's doll's head leaving just bare wires and sending pieces of wood and electronics everywhere. A click was heard inside the chest of the doll. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton jumped as there was a loud bang. she whimpered confused. They had lost her daddy's accounts, they were hers... they had lost the edge they had on the situation, things were running out of control. "Honey.... I don't know what to do..." (c)
Peyton Riley: "The bat is on us, get going ya dizzy blonde! Get us out of here!" growled the doll. Peyton started up the limo and with a screech tore out of the parks parking lot heading for the river, to leave Gotham behind. "Watch it Sugar! ya wanna kill us?!" growled the puppet. "Take it easy, don't draw us no attention. We got one last performance and we can't mess dis one up. So get yer head back in the game." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton nodded and whimpered, a small smirk appearing on her face, thinking of what was next. Wondering if Batman was as good as they said, could he stop the bomb before it tied up all the lose ends for her? In Pamela's Apartment the doll was ready to end the little party gathered around it. (d)
Bruce Wayne: -Batman was briefly startled hearing Catwoman’s gun shoot and blows the head off of the doll, upon spotting the wires; Batman threw his leg backwards to slam his foot straight into Mouse’s chest in an attempt to disarm her from doing something stupid. At the same time his hand tapped his belt to activate an EMP field that blew out Mouse’s computer and drained the bombs electronic circuits to defuse it.
The living room within the apartment suddenly went completely dark as all the lights went out and left them in the pitch black. Batman activated his detective vision highlighting his eyes to become a faded blue color and then he turned to look at Mouse with a stiffened chin. Batman then said.- “Oracle will have their location. I have to go. Take care of her.” <c>
Bruce Wayne: -Batman spoke to Catwoman and swiftly went to leave the apartment through the door. Arming his grappling gun as he prepared to shoot off into the sky.- ‘I hope Barb had enough time to track down and locate Peyton Riley and Scarface…’ <c>
Bruce Wayne: {R} -Red Robin opened the passage and slipped into the service elevator and waved for Spoiler to follow. Once she had done so he coughed feeling some dust and smoke get in his sense of smell.- “You think they would clean up these things. Not ACTUALLY let them mold and rot.” -He waited for the elevator to reach its end where he found that they were in a back alley. He looked around and said.- “We’re outside.” -Red Robin slipped his staff of his butt pouch and held it like a wand in hand while preparing for combat with Scarface and his goons.-{R}
Catwoman: The tug of her belt sent her heart leaping into her chest, the sound of her gun discharging right behind her making her entire body stiffen. ‘Dead?’ No that wasn’t right, her ears rang a bit from the sound, and the movement of Batman kicking passed her jolted her as she got a glimpse of the broken doll right before the lights went out. ‘Close.’ Catwoman whirled, her hand snapping up to flick her goggles down over her eyes so she could see as adrenaline poured into her system from the sound of the single gun shot. “Pamela, what in the hell?!” She snarled as she reached out to snatch the gun from the smaller woman. ‘Too close.’ As Batman spoke her shoulders stiffened and she tucked her gun away. “You stay here.” She demanded of Mouse, a threat hanging heavy in her voice. “You know I can find you if you try to run and we have a lot to -talk- about.” -
Catwoman: Her temper boiling just under the surface she nearly swung out to punch the other woman but she wasn’t sure if she could stop herself from going too far. “Like hell I’m babysitting.” Catwoman moved after the Dark Knight, reaching up to grab onto his shoulder as she flipped her goggles up onto her head. “You either take me with you, or you hope I don’t find them first.” The unsteady nerves and anger made her voice shake slightly as emotions clashed inside of her, but her green eyes spat defiance out at him, daring him to test her temper.-e-
Mouse: The air was gone.. the noise had filled the room and then it hit her hard in the chest, threw her to the ground? Was it the blast? Her body ached. Especially her chest, but it didn’t feel hot, so dark, was she blind? She felt the gun being painfully twisted from her grasp, saw the movement of the two dark figures, not dead nor blind, he’d done something to the lights, to the bomb. Voices, his growing distant, Selina’s close, urgent threatening and then receding too. Pamela rolled onto her side. –c-
Mouse: “Don’t you GO! Don’t you turn your backs on me!” It was hard to breathe still as she pushed herself upright as the two of them slipped out her door. “I am NOT a NOTHING! I am SOMEONE!” She looked around her apartment, the wreckage of the doll , her own computer smoking, the mess, the g_dawful mess. It was still so hard to breathe and her chest hurt, her wrist hurt, her head hurt. “I AM!” She tried to push herself to stand up but slumped back to the floor. “You can find me… butI KNOW things about you too. BOTH of you! I’m Not nothing… You’ll see” (M)
Spoiler: ‘Typical… barely a word’ he slipped out of sight behind the boxes. ‘Guess he didn’t need any help.’ Stephanie followed pausing only a moment to look at the wine, they shot people down here, it’s not like anyone would miss it. She pulled out a few bottles. ‘Old would be good, these two look good, wartime, ’42 and ’45. We could have it to celebrate later. Pinot Noir and … she couldn’t make it out… something Rothschild? ‘They were Rich weren’t they?’ It’d probably be ok. She slid behind the boxes and into the elevator hiding the bottles behind her back. Surely he wouldn’t try and make her pay for these like the pop at the 7/11? –c-
Spoiler: It was a relief to breathe the night air again, as coarse and as riddled as Gotham air was it was better than the cellar and the elevator. As she looked around to try and catch her bearings she noticed Red Robin had his staff in hand and seemed to be expecting more trouble. ‘Maybe holding these bottles isn’t such a good idea after all?’
Peyton Riley: Red Robin and Spoiler rode up into the vacant alley behind Hiberions, the noise of the city being the only thing they heard. There were no thugs or anything waiting for the young heroes. Scarface had actually told the trugh, he was only keeping them there. Although with his angry outburst at the end, who knows what he had in store for them. The wine bottles clinked together behind Stephanie's back as she moved. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton merged into traffic on the highway, being late at night the traffic wasn't too bad, well by Gotham standards. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Good Sugar, much better." murmered Scarface as Peyton's driving smoothed out. "Hey, turn off dis computer! we don't need to announce where we are if dey got a trace on us." (c)
Peyton Riley: "Yes, Mr Scarface." said peyton softly feeling stupid. she reached over to the laptop that was now sitting on Scarface's lap and held the powerbutton turning it off, the limo swerving a bit as she didn't pay full attention. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Hey watch da road!" growled scarface. "Ya gotta throw my praise back in my face don't ya?" (c)
Peyton Riley: "But you said..." Peyton whimpers and pouts. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface's voice softens as the car nears the exit out of Gotham, "It's okay Sugar, ya know I'm a lil rough on ya cause I care for ya. Just get us outta town, da other car is parked behind da old billboard on da other side of da bridge, we'll exchange dere." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton nods, "Yes, honey I know." she swerved around cars she thought was too slow, eager to leave Gotham behind her, it had been a long night. (d)
Bruce Wayne: -Batman turned to look at Catwoman and said.- “If you want to help, contact your underground allies and keep a web and eye out for them. Keep in touch; we might be able to box them in after I calculate possible routes.” -Batman fired his grappling gun and was pulled off towards the rooftops and ran on foot to the nearest Batpod.- “Oracle…What do you got?” “I had them traced, but they turned off the computer and I’m not detecting any Cell phone activity. I can tell you that they are mobile and heading South. Do you-…” “No…let them go. I’ll track them down tomorrow. Where’s Robin?” “He was looking for you, he went to Hiberion. We thought you were captured and being held there.” “Call him in, meet at your place.” <C>
Bruce Wayne: {R} -Red Robin lowered his staff realizing that there was no danger when his head turned to look at Spoiler.- “Did you snatch some of that wine?” -He stared at her with his chin stiffening.- ‘Uh oh, this doesn’t seem good.’ “Stephanie…We’re not thieves…Just because we’re fighting for good, doesn’t mean we sink to their level and take things that aren’t ours. Batman doesn’t do that, neither should we.” -Red Robin holstered the staff onto his back again and said.- “I won’t stop you, but as partner to Batman, I can’t hurt his image and what he represents by condoning your actions…” -Red Robin took a few steps back from her.- ‘No one’s perfect…I feel bad that I brought her out here, but I was glad we could work together once again… and then this happens.’{R}
Catwoman: “Help?” Looking up and after him as he moved away Catwoman slipped her fingers into a pouch on her belt and pulled out the small hand held computer, tapping it to her palm a few times in thought. “I want revenge.” Glancing back over her shoulder to where Mouse was shouting after them, she narrowed her eyes before moving back inside. “Well, if this little Mouse hole isn’t a wreck. Long night Pammy? I know how you feel.” Leaning against the doorframe she partially blocked out the light that would filter in and she smirked looking down at the woman. “You know, that outfit just doesn’t do you justice, and what’s more you’re much too frail to be a cat. But I’m suddenly feeling generous for this silly little charade you put on.” She purred down at the woman as she stood straight. –Catwoman: “I’m willing to forgive and forget, if you do one tiny little favor for me. Not that you’re going to have much of a choice if you want to keep your tail from being cut off.” Moving into the apartment she hooked her heel against the door and kicked it shut behind her. -e-
Mouse: The slam of the door held a somewhat jarring finality. He was gone, lost to her, and she was alone with Selina again, it always seemed this way, the two of them trapped in the game…and now the mess, bits and pieces in the dark, and HER, always here to ruin everything, wreckage and her lithe figure lit only by the orange glow of the city coming through the window. ‘It’s not home anymore. Time to leave, again.’ She watched the dark shape by the door ‘Damn you’ and pulled off the Catwoman cowl and goggles throwing them to the floor, her steel stiletto coming down then on a goggle lens. “So what are you going to do to me now?” her voice carried an air of weary resignation, as she turned her back on Selina and began making her way toward her room, beginning to strip away the rest of the damned costume they’d inflicted on her, to retrieve her own identity. (M)
Spoiler: It was almost reflexive, she pulled the bottles further behind her, clinking, “Huh?” No point in denying it. “They… you’re not serious? I mean I know it’s one thing not taking the pop when we broke up the robbery but this is from the bad guys. And that Joe Pesci guy even said we could…” But there was no levity in his look, no smile on his lips or in his eyes. “It’s not like they’re innocent..” She pulled out the bottles to show him. “I mean a couple of bottles of two buck chuck?” She didn’t like the look, like the Bat, like “It’s all stolen … or worse…they HURT people to get this. We’re just liberating it.” He was putting his staff away, his look.. disappointment… it hurt. ‘Told you, Steph’. “Don’t drink is that it? It’s not like…It won’t make us drunks, you know.” Stephanie forced a smile trying to lighten the mood anything to try and wipe the disappointment away, starting to sing, lightly and hesitantly.-c-
“Don’t drink, don’t smoke, What do you do? Goody two, goody two, goody …goody….. two……. shoes.” But he was backing away and the disappointment , HIS disappointment stabbed at her heart. “ I thought we…” ‘See, Steph, he’s all perfect, too good for the likes of you.’
“FINE! I’ll leave it then!” and returning to the service elevator opening she placed them tight in the corner, out of the way of the alley and followed Red Robin away. ‘He’s way too good for you.” She saw the movement, the grizzled old man, the matted hair, encrusted beard, fingerless gloves holding the paper bag of g_d knows what. She knew he’d seen them, and she knew Red Robin knew too. ‘He’s not stopping HIM’, as the old man stumbled towards the service elevator, and the bottles. Her head and shoulders dropped as she followed Red Robin “I’m not like h… them. I’m not.” Then the other thought started to return. “Robin… I’m sorry… I… Robin…?” but her voice was faint and he seemed not to be listening.
‘I think I hurt someone.’ But she couldn’t say it. –e-
Peyton Riley: Peyton drove across the bridge with no incident, they passed a police car which was watchng traffic getting off the bridge, and he didn't even acknowledge them. Once pass the Bridge, they came to the car tucked behind a bilboard, a very plain looking, older cadillac. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Finally out of dis rathole of a town Sugar. Now we can rest happy dat we took put a dent in people's plans, made away with some loot, and ruined da Bat's night. A good night in my book." Said scarface happily. "And good work Sugar. You were amazin'."
Peyton Riley: Peyton smiled and blushed flattered by the puppet. "Thank you Scarface, you don't know how much that means to me." gushed the blonde. "And now we just have to wait for next weeks performance. Just a week alone of you and me." grinned Peyton as she leaned into the passanger seat and gave a long kiss to Scarface.
Peyton Riley: "mm... now dats the stuff..." murmerred Scarface. (d)
Batman: {R} –Red Robin listened to her.- ‘Oh no! She’s going to cry…I…I didn’t mean to…She…I…Oh no. I did *exactly* what Batman would do. If she were Catwoman, she would’ve just kept going or she would’ve understood. What did I do wrong? I’d better come up with something…’ –Red Robin looked at the men coming by and then placed a hand on Spoiler’s wrist to pull her closer.- “Come here…” –If she allowed he would pull her into a hug.- “Thank you…” -Red Robin would follow this by pulling away from her and brushing his hand along her cheek with a smile.- ‘Sometimes I get lost in the moment…I get too carried away in this…I keep trying to be someone I’m not.’ –Red Robin would speak calmly.- “He could probably use that wine better than we could…Come on, we gotta find Batman-…” Oracle: “Tim, are you there?” –Red Robin’s eyes widened and he tapped his helmet.- “Uh-yea. What’s up?” <c>
Oracle: “Batman is checked out, he wants you to turn in for the night.” –Red Robin thought for a moment and then smiled.- “Um…Alright.” –He smiled at Spoiler and would attempt to hug her.- “He’s alive! And he’s alright!” –He pulled away and said.- “He also said I have the night off…Wanna go to the arcade?” ‘…Importantly, I’m *not* Batman or Dick Grayson…I’m Robin, Boy wonder…and it’s my job to remind Batman that there is innocence in what we do, and *everything* doesn’t have to be serious or about fear or suspecting everyone is an enemy, especially friends…Like Spoiler.’ {R}
Catwoman: The crunch of the goggles under the heel made Catwoman yawn, a loud and obviously ‘I’m bored.’ kind of gesture. “We’ll get to it in the morning.” She promised as she moved to the couch, tugging off her own goggles and mask her compact computer still in one hand. “Well…maybe. Your laptop wasn’t on right? I’d hate for that to be fried, we’ll need it.” Instead of giving Pam her privacy she followed after the woman and moved straight to her drawer after dropping her equipment on the couch. “Still keep the gun in the same place I see.” Taking it apart she slipped the ammo away into her utility belt. “Not that I’d imagine you’d be idiotic enough to take a shot at me. Speaking of, you had my back to you, why didn’t you shoot me?” The question was honest, even as Selina rummaged through the top drawer, stealing a tank top and shorts that would be too small to cover much, but much more comfortable to sleep in than a cat suit. -
Making herself right at home in the darkened room she reached over and tugged open the curtains to shine some of the light from the streetlamp in as she sat on the corner of the bed and began unzipping her thigh high boots.-e-
Mouse: Pamela watched wordlessly as Selina invaded her room too, taking the gun apart, and with it any feeling of security, rummaging through her clothes, her personal belongings. The chatter, words sliding into a drone of entitlement, always the same, Pamela turned on her heels and slammed the door behind her, throwing the gloves on the floor as she returned to the lounge and slumped onto the couch, unzipping the same thigh high boots, pulling the heel, the Irishman’s blood still crusted in the ridges. Why hadn’t she taken the shot? Selina’s back had been to her? She peeled herself out of the loathsome costume. ‘That’s going to burn tomorrow’ To think she might ever have wanted to keep it. Why hadn’t she taken the shot? ‘Because there’s No Exit’. She slumped back onto the couch rolling onto her face. ‘Huis Clos, just the three of us circling forever and ever, driving each other mad.’ She closed her eyes, but no sleep came.(M)
Spoiler: The hug was weak, half hearted, tentative, she wondered if it meant more, hoped, but the last few moments had hurt and the fear of talking returned, the fear of opening up, letting him know what she was, of failing him, that fear returned and it made his hand on her cheek feel all the more poignant. As Stephanie reached for his hand, she nodded a little nervously before forcing a cheerful “Come on then!” ‘Can this ever work? Are we too different? Is there any chance ?’ She held his hand very tightly, it was all she could do. –e-
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Part Five
Peyton Riley: All that anyone would find the next day was the limo, empty. It had been vacuumed and wiped of all prints. To be honest there was hardly any trace that Scarface and Sugar had been in Gotham City, short of 2 suitcases waiting at an old hotel, the demolished warehouse, a destroyed doll at Pamela's apartment, and the extensive repairs of the sound system at the Inferno Lounge from an EMP surge. (c)
Johnny Sabatino stormed around the Inferno Lounge as repair crews replaced the sound system and a lot of the electronics in his club. His two regular 'boy's, Vince and Manny following behind him. He grabbed the sleeve of Frank's security uniform and gave a nod with his head towards his office. The security guard looked down nervously and followed the men. Manny, a large ape of a man, shut the door gently, it clicked with finality.
"What the hell happened in here last night Frank?!" exploded Johnny. "Did you take a nap? What the hell am I paying you for?"
Frank hemmed and hawwed nervously, "I found the bomb... it was in one of hula girls you ordered for the volcano. If Batman hadn't come in, there wouldn't be a club or me for that matter..." (c)
"The Batman was here?!" said Sabatino slamming his hand on the table. He suddenly pulled back walked about the office, combing his fingers through his hair. "No, no. It's good. This is a legit business... he saved the club, only put us a couple days behind schedule, instead of a month. Should be able to have the big opening with that singer I hired, no need to worry her pretty head over this. We're still in business. I'll have to thank the Bat for his help! Vinnie see if you can send him a fruit basket, one of the ones with the passion fruit in it, I hear fruit bats like those." he chuckled and then stopped thinking, while his 'boys' just stared and kept quiet knowing their place.
He turned on Frank again. "You did good Frank you avoided a big bomb going off in your face, literally. But..." his tone turned into a growl. (c)
Peyton Riley: "You called the police first! Anything happens you contact me or the boys. I'm docking your pay for your mistake Frank, a quarter of it. Just to make sure it doesn't happen again."
Frank blanched but nodded, "Yes, Sir."
Vinnie smirked and gave a soft chuckle.
He got a hard smack across the face from Johhny. "Are you laughin? Cause nothin is funny!" raged their boss. "Don't get me started on you two! Twenty Mill! gone in one night! It was everything and we aren't getting it back, that stuff was off the books! No insurance payout! You let a little common theif swoop in and get the best on you. And you didn't even try to catch them! You'll be payin' for that one for a long time." Vince shrunk back looking down, Manny doing a great statue impersonation. "Perhaps for starters, some double shifts of security detail for the club until it opens?" the boys nodded and thanked their boss. (c)
Johnny paced about his office. "But that still leaves one question, who did all this? the two have to be related. Talk is it's the Penguin, but the old bird is no threat." he thought a moment and turned to frank.
"Hula Dancers? I didn't order no hula dancers! Show me."
Frank nodded and hurriedly rushed out of the office, glad to be out.He led the men to the volcano and the fallen hula dancer doll, her one eye gone from a deep slash cut out by a knife. Manny whistled lowly and Vince turned pale. Johnny made a face, but in his eyes a hint of fear could be seen.
"Scarface... but, but Wesker's dead!" said Vince unable to keep his eyes off the ruined doll.
"Rumors say he's back" said Manny simply. (c)
"Obviously someone took up Scarface, thinking the puppet could still make me dance. Or wants revenge for Wesker... Aparrently they don't know me very well. It's gonna take a lot more than a few threats and scares to stop me! From this moment forward no deliveries without my approval, send out the rest of the boys, I want them to search every dive and hole in this town, I want Scarface!" He hissed and walked off. His three employees just stood there staring at each other and the dummy at their feet. (d)
Catwoman: By the time Selina Kyle’s head hit the soft pillow of the bed that certainly wasn’t hers, she was out like a light. She slept easily even in the presence of a woman who she knew could kill, and probably would given the right circumstances. To say she slept well would have been an over exaggeration, as dreams that hadn’t bothered her in years came to light. The face of a young girl, stained with blood, staring blankly at the camera as she is ushered away from her very recently murdered family. It had taken a really hot shower to clear away the dream, the memory but she pushed it aside. Things were different now.-
A plan had been set in motion in her mind, one that was going to give her exactly what she wanted. The money and revenge and the tool to that had been sulking on the couch since the night before. “Get up. Get dressed.” Selina snapped her fingers at Pamela as she walked through the living room, back in her cat suit once again but lacking her mask or goggles, her hair still dripping water from the rather dark shower she had taken. “We have a lot to do today.” As commanding as always, the woman in black gave no care in the world for any protests, complaints or general whines that would come from the smaller redhead and as soon as she was in something, Selina scooped up the case containing Mouse’s laptop and grabbed her by the arm, walking her out of the door and out back to that wonderful car Peyton had let her borrow. Holding out her small handheld computer to Mouse after they were in she barked out more orders.-
“Hook up your laptop to this, it’ll give you wireless access through the phone systems, download the recently collected data from it. It’ll be documents of names, and account numbers. These accounts will no doubt be frozen thanks to another annoying red head somewhere in Gotham and your job is going to be to unfreeze them, transfer the money to the one account listed on the bottom of the list and secure it. Easy stuff for you and I have full faith in your ability to not screw it up, and keep Oracle’s paws off of it.” Selina drove towards the hotel where the money sat in the briefcases. Barbara Gordon was good at what she could do, but Pamela Sweigeld was better.-e-
Mouse: There seemed to be an inevitability about it all, words and orders, like nothing had changed, like there had been no long years in between. Do this… don’t do that…the feeling of resignation was overwhelming as she slipped into a t-shirt and jeans, barely feeling herself. It wasn’t ever going to end, she would never be free, if only she had accepted what they said, just been quiet, compliant, forgotten about Schuyler, just kept her head down. That was what she did now as Selina dragged her to the car like an unwilling child, stumbling and pouting, stuffed inside, the laptop held out to her. ‘I get a headache when I read when I’m in a car’ she didn’t say it, it didn’t matter, Selina wouldn’t have listened anyway.
As the car kicked into life, so the connection came up and she began the work, it was simple, Selina probably could have done it herself, but for the hiding, pathways tricked, protocols twisted, into moebius bands for Oracle to chase her tail. Simple enough, she wordlessly closed the laptop before they even reached the hotel, the pain already seeping around her right eye and down the right side of her nose, she closed her eyes and wished it all away.
Peyton Riley: The files and listing of the Riley Family's bank accounts that were on Catwoman's device were easilly were found and unfrozen by Mouse. All of Oracale's hard work being undone and then reworked into a maze of endless loops, red herrings, and masked entries. It would take Oracle days to even figure out the accounts had been gotten into and emptied, and then find herself with nothing. Meanwhile Peyton's borrowed sportscar neared the hotel that Selina remembered from the night before. The street was eerily empty.
Catwoman: When Pamela stopped typing, Selina was well aware it was because she was done with the task that was given to her, and no other reason. Not needing to confirm she reached over and unplugged her small computer from the laptop and tucked it away down in her suit as the hotel came into view. It was terribly early in the morning, the sun having just risen in a smoggy gray haze that seemed to hover around Gotham City and she glanced left and right at the traffic less, empty streets. “Peyton and her little friend left me some money in this hotel. A good bit of it. If there isn’t a surprise that goes along with it I’ll be disappointed.” She spoke almost conversationally to Mouse about it, glancing in her direction briefly. Nothing had really changed, had it? It felt like that, that they were sucked into the past and those years hadn’t mattered. Her glove covered hands tightened on the steering wheel. No, she had changed, and she wasn’t naïve enough to think that the woman beside her was any different. As she drove up to the garage she entered in the code on the keypad that was given to her the night before and waited for the door to open. “I propose a partnership.” Her voice was pleasant. “For the soul purpose of returning the kindness that Ms. Riley and her wooden friend have shown us.”
Mouse: Nothing had changed, Pamela watched wordlessly as Catwoman reached over and unplugged her own device from the laptop, always full of presumption, Selina hadn’t changed. Nothing had changed, she sighed and looked away, looking sullenly and silently out of the window until they pulled up to the garage, the door opening, the proposition, repayment of Riley’s hospitality. Pamela turned slowly to look at her former partner. Was she serious, so hard to tell, so hard to understand people, especially Selina, for whom everything seemed to be a game. “One last time?”She tried to read Selina’s expression. “For Her” and eventually she nodded.
Peyton Riley: The garage door opened to the code and the antique limousine from the night before was missing. All else was still in the garage except a few other cars were missing. Nobody was waiting in the hallways, just the staff working about their early morning routine.Going up to the room the door would be locked. and a fresh newspaper would be laying in front of it. If knocked, no one would answer.
Catwoman: “One last time.” Selina echoed the other woman as she parked and slid out of the car. From her suit she pressed her mask to her face, leaving her goggles behind. “Let’s go.” The moment Pamela exited the car Selina grabbed her, using her as almost a shield as she lead her inside, avoiding the people and taking the stairs up to the room. Glancing down the hall she knocked of course, then kicked the paper aside with a shining pointed heel and nudged Pamela. “Keep watch.” Crouching down, she pulled out a small kit and began working on the door. “So what was in it for you? Working for Scarface? A chance to get back at me? To be me?” The locked clicked open and she stood then. Stepping to the side and pushing Pamela back against the wall next to the door Selina leaned and opened the door, pushing it open with her body out of the way.
Mouse: ‘So Selina, still shoving, still pushing?’ Pamela allowed herself to be pushed around, nothing had changed. As she watched Selina kick the paper away and start working, was that a tremble in her fingers? ‘She’s scared’. It had been a long time since she’d seen Selina scared, it felt good. “It was the money” she didn’t bother to look back as she kept watch. A click, a shove against the wall, a sly smile creeping across her face as Selina pushed at the door. It was only the prospect of the payback for Peyton that tempered her hope there was a booby-trap waiting for Selina inside after all, perhaps a nice little hole between the yes. “Hurting you was just the cherry on the cake.”
Peyton Riley: The door opened with a click and although Selina was being careful, the room was empty. The unconscious thugs were gone. Also the hotel room looked disturbingly clean. As if a gangster's cleaning crew had tidied things up. The beds were made, the carpet freshly vacumed, the couch had been cleaned and brushed. Not even a blonde hair could be seen. Professional, well planned, as if the room had never been used. The only things out of place were two suitcases sitting on the floor next to the desk chair that had been placed in the center of the room. As well as a scattering of papers on the desk. Gotham travel brochures, restaurant flyers, and a poster for the Inferno Lounge. There were also three sealed envelopes, the hotel's stationary, written in the same hand. One labeled 'Selina', another 'Kitty', and another 'Mouse'.
Catwoman: “Did you even manage to get paid, or did you fuck up that too?” The harsh tone of her voice, the fierce grin that she gave Pamela were the only sign of irritation. The tremble in her fingers? Well, she has having a hard enough time holding her temper and the want to put a spiked heel through Pamela still tugged at her strongly, Batman had brushed her off per usual and Peyton, well... Waiting a moment she grabbed Pam by the back of the neck and pushed her inside first, not giving her a choice as she once again used her as a shield, her hope that the smaller woman would be impaled barely held off by the fact she might need her in the future. “Looks like no one’s here.” Her green eyes glanced over the letters, then the suit cases and she let Pam go then thrust her lock picking kit hard against the other woman’s chest. “Open those cases, pull out the money and make sure there isn’t anything unfriendly in them.” Moving to let the letter she picked up the one labeled Kitty first and used a claw to open it, glancing over the contents then grabbed and opened the one for Selina as well. Her eyes however would stray to Mouse to watch what she was doing.
Mouse: ‘No’ but she bit her tongue. The crazy blonde had played her, had played them both, there was no other reason to still be here. The shove through the door finally came as no surprise, she just hoped if there was a trap that it could take them both down, but there was nothing, just the cases and the letters and a lock pick kit thrust roughly against her chest. No need for words, she began to examine the cases, the locks were simple child’s play. Someone wanted them opened.
Peyton Riley: The cases would open with no problems they were not rigged or anything, being they were the cases intended for Sabatino and hand't been opened since they arrived at the hotel room, the money was all there too.
The letter labeled Kitty read,
"Kitty,
If ya are readin' dis letter it means dat things went wrong, very wrong. Thank yer nine lives dat I didn't put a bullet in ya for yer treachery. Dis letter and da money in dis room closes our business association. Let dis payment be enough of yer sense of justice and revenge. If ya try to meddle in my affairs ya will be made into violin string. And to show no hard feelings dere is a present for you under da bed, dat my guys turned on before they left. It is motion activated with a 5 minute timer to make sure you are well in da room. I just hope da cleaning staff didn't beat you to dis gasser.
~Scarface."
The letter was signed with a gnarly looking signature with strong slashes in the letters.
The letter labeled Selina read,
"Dearest Selina,
I'm so glad that we were able to meet and work together. As I write this letter do hope that things go well and that we will be able to work together again. I haven't had many close friends growing up, and it means a lot to me to have you as one. I so enjoyed our dinner at Poseidon, it was such a good time!
I also wanted to say sorry for the nap in the car, Scarface insisited, since he never takes chances and doesn't trust you fully yet.
I hope you are well and hope to see you again.
Love,
Peyton"
The letter obviously written while waiting for selina's break in to the investment office building and was signed with a flourish.
Looking at the clock in the room about 3 to 4 minutes had passed since the ladies had entered it.
Catwoman: She read over the first letter, her eyes glancing towards the clock then quickly skimmed over the second, the time ticking away in her head. Turning her gaze back towards the suitcases she grabbed Mouse’s
letter as well and stuffed all three into the front of her suit before turning quickly. “We have to go. Now.” Leaning down she snapped the cases closed quickly, then snatched her kit back from Pamela. “Grab a case.” Grabbing one herself she grabbed onto Pam with an iron grip and yanked her quickly towards the door, almost not giving her enough time to grab the case. Shoving Pamela out into the hallway she snapped the door closed quickly then grabbed Pam’s arm again and walked down the hall with purpose but not in a sprint. She had taken note of the papers on the desk, but hadn’t thought to grab them. “No hard feelings at all.” Selina muttered.
Mouse: For some reason despite the grip, despite the resentment she found herself doing as Selina instructed, default position, old habits die hard, her fingers clasped the handle of the remaining case as Selina effortlessly pulled the other case and Pamela from the room. Of course there had been a trap. At least the cases, the money, were safe, she cast a final look into to the room as she was pulled from it.’The Inferno Club? What could be left of that? ‘ She puzzled as she was yanked from the room and the door slammed behind them. And then they were moving rapidly down the hall, dragged again like an unwilling child. Something had been missed.
Peyton Riley: Just as the door closed the was low popping and hissing sound as the women quickly walked down the hall a foggy haze of gas started spraying from under the doorway, billowing and filling up hallway. As it followed the women down the hall it triggered the smoke detector, the one in the room obviously sabotaged. People to open the doors wondering what was going on, seeing the women stride past them. coughing and gagging as the slowly moving cloud of thinning gas reached them making them run away or go back into their room. The women at their pace were able to get to a staircase and get away, either on foot or by the still waiting classic sports car.
Catwoman: Selina didn’t look back, ignoring the people and their stares. Obviously seeing Catwoman during the day, walking down the hallway with a case in her hand, dragging a smaller woman wouldn’t have been a normal sight. Her luck would have them guessing she was a dominatrix for hire, pulled out of the slums by a promise of cash to give someone a really rough time. “I want you to tell me everything you and Peyton talked about. What they promised you, what their traps were, who they were for. Everything.” Her grip changed on Pam’s arm so that their arms were looping like close friends instead of the iron and painful grasp once they were headed down the stairs. Though she wouldn’t shorten her stride so the smaller woman would no doubt stumble to keep up. They had the money, all of. From the accounts, from her job, and Peyton would be left with what little they had to begin with. She had one hell of a bargaining chip, and all that needed to happen was for Mr. Scarface to find out. Selina had little doubt that she would get another invite from the duo. After all, cats decide when they would come and go all on their own, and this time she was going to control the game. “Get in.” She instructed as she tossed a suitcase into the back seat and slid into the car she’d “borrow” once again.
Mouse: The tugging was becoming uncomfortable and the case heavy, as she stumbled trying to keep up with Selina’s long strides. ‘Easy when you have legs like that’. Even when her grip loosened and she took Pamela’s arm the pace didn’t let up. “We don’t always get what we want Selina.” She dropped the case and tried the door, no doubt in her mind that if the case were in first Selina would leave her, hell, she’d do the same. ”What did the notes say?”
Catwoman: The door was unlocked, if she wanted to get rid of the little rat she had much more interesting and creative ways of doing so than just leaving her in a hotel garage. Starting up the car she waiting until Pam was inside then drove out, heading towards her own apartment. “You’ll give me what I want, one way or another. That’s the way it works. And the point of having a partnership is to share details. I know things, and you know things, together we probably have more information than Batman which gives us a hell of a head start.” Fishing her hand into her suit she produced the letter for Mouse then tossed it at her. “Mine said there was a trap in the room, what yours says, you’ll have to tell me.”
Mouse: It was a surprise when the door opened. Pamela slipped onto the passenger seat, more words, always the same, as the letter crumpled into a small ball landed in her lap. “What they both said that? The mad cow must have wanted to make sure you knew.” ‘Take me for a fool all you want Selina… One Day’ She smoothed it out, and then began to tear, no nail to slip inside the seal, pulled out the note and began to read aloud, what did it matter what Selina heard?.
Peyton Riley: The letter labeled Mouse read,
"Mouse,
Ya did good work and I hope dat you survived and weren't too trigger happy, it is gonna get ya killed one of these days. I might ensure that fer ya myself. If youse got this letter den ya might be wondering where your payment is. It is with those files we delivered for ya, the transactions we hired for ya to do after yer night of Dress up Kitty. I just hope ya liked yer new mouse costume and new friend, consider dem bonuses. Although, if you didn't get to complete those transactions, that means that ya likely transferred dem with the information da kitty stole from me. I hope ya get yer cut, cat's don't share nice. And one last ting, I'm always one step ahead of ya. Don't pursue Sugar or me or ya might see what it is like to do yer work when those tricky mouse fingers are unable to type much of anyting.
~Scarface"
signed in that same gnarly slashed signature.
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