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~BIRTHPLACE~
"ARISTOCATTURNED FERAL" Before there was Catwoman there was Selina Kyle, Born on a ElseWorld planet Gemiriar. It was ruled under a Dictatorship Government that her parents were respected council members of. Gemiriar was a world that had a reflected a Majestic Steampunk affluence. It had Animal Souls that walked side by side by the Human counterparts as a separate entity. These Animal Souls go by various names. The most common Familars and Daemons. The older termonolgy is called Phouka.
When Selina was 5 years old a Fallen Angel that was a Seraphim came to Gemiriar. Her name was Ska Skinwalker. She was following the directions of Lucifer to kill everyone by taking their animal souls. She would then bring these Animal Souls or Otherwise known as Familiars or Daemons to Lucifer, once they were separated from there human counterpart. There was much chaos on Gemiriar. The people didn't know to how fight or protect themselves from this Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker.
At first Ska targeted the adults and their Familiars. But then a bargain was made to extend the adults livelihood. The Gemiriar people were mainly a rich society of materialistic aristocrats. They didn't have much need of a military system and only a few sections were poor. The children's familiars on Gemiriar were taken one by one and killed during a Massive Green Storm that swept the planet in a maddess with the exception of Selina Kyle. The Green Storm was a energy of the Unstable Emotions from the people with the toxic combination of Powers coming off from Ska Skinwalker that clashed and ultimately led to the Severed Connections of Dark Matter. Dark Matter is an element that combined Humans and their Animal Souls or also called Familairs or Daemons together. But Selina Kyle had escaped that horrific nightmare somehow. She was smuggled off the planet to safety. But not without having some changes that affected her. Her Animal Soul/Familiar/Daemon became trapped inside her body but in feline form. Selina Kyle was then brought to Earth. More Specifically right in Gotham N.J. Right before her 6TH Birthday. Later on in her Adulthood she would meet Michael, another Angel, he would teach her how to bring her Daemon in or out at will. But by this time Selina's name had changed to Kougar or otherwise known as the infamous Catwoman. Where she learned it could change to any feline form.
~CHILDHOOD IN GOTHAM CITY~
"CAN'T BE TAMED" Selina was placed in a Orphanage that was Corrupted and eventually was adopted by a Man named Rex Calabrese. Rex used to be Known as the Great Underground Cat Burgular working for the Mafia in his Hay Day Prior to adopting Selina. But the Mafia family changed leadership hands and Falcone had since taken control over Gotham City since and no longer wanted Rex's help. Rex then decided to adopt and use Selina to Build a new respected name or brand for himself once again. He conditioned Selina in the Ways of Thievery to Help him get back to being the King of the Cat Burgulars for the Mafias Eyes Once Again.
Rex saw Special Abilities in Selina, and made sure that she was Only to use certain aspects of what he saw in her. There under his Control and Direction, he Trained Her To Become A Professional Thief. Home Schooled in the Seven Bells Of Pick Pocketing. She was Secluded from Normal Society. She Learned the Arts of Stealing!! And The Ability To Do So! Gymnastics, Parkour, and Street Fighting were some of curricular activities. Along with the Education of Valuable - Fine Art, Money, Precious Gems. How to know the difference between something that is fake or authentic. She also learned about Computer Hacking, Classified Document Forgeries, along with Small Electronic Devices! She Became Extremely Talented at this Craft and Enjoyed The High From Stealing! It was as if she was Born To Steal!
But even though she was Child Laborer/Thief for Him, she defied Rex on many occasions which led to many physical and mental scars, as never being allowed to keep anything that she stole for Rex. Two of which Impacted her Greatly. One being an Underground Russian Roulette Game she Witnessed. And the other was when Rex had set her up to Fall in Falcone's hands around her 17th Birthday to teach her a Hard Lesson On Who Was The Better Father. Rex began to think this rebranding idea was more trouble than it was worth. He didn't really need Selina anymore because she was too much trouble always rebelling against him. So he dropped Selina Kyle into the lap of Carmine Falcone, where she then became forced to Work for him or Die for him. Rex thought she'd end up dead in a heartbeat, as he didn't have the heart to kill the child he raised and trained himself. Killing girls was never his strong suit. Beat them Yes, mentally and physically but Kill them, no.
~ADULTHOOD~
"CHASE ME" By Selina's 20th Birthday things changed again. A deal was made, between Falcone and Rex. And She was owned by Rex once more who for some reason wanted her back. But that deal was short lived. Selina took matters in her own hands when she had stumbled across a hitman named Chev Chelios. She paid Chev Chelios to Kill Rex. Selina Kyle then became Free of Any Man. She changed her name from Selina to Kougar, and took what she had Learned and Became the Famous Catwoman-Queen of Thieves In Gotham City Today. Never to be owned by Any Man!
She has Stolen Many Valuables throughout her life. She lives on the edge with an Adrenaline Rush from her Crimes running from the Law and Vigilantes! She is a Deadly Cat-Burglar, Feline Thief in the Night or "Night Huntress." But she does have a Heart! Some stolen items that have Helped to Provide Food, and Clothes to the Local Orphanges, and those in need! She will Help Any Stray Cat, and Take them in! She has set up cat shelters through out the city to protect any Felines. She also has seen a lot of Corruption with Drugs, Weapons, and Human Trafficking all over the United States and fights against it. So Be Warned. Don't let this Purple Feline Thief Cross your Mind or set Foot in your Heart..
~THE SUPERNATURAL UNDERGROUND~
"WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK WE ARE ALIVE IN IT"
Catwoman really didn't experience much of the supernatural after being brought to Gotham by the work of the Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker. It wasn't until the time of her first boyfriend Ethan and his friends that her life went down a darker road. Since then she has met Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Demons, Mages and Others. But Demons and Werewolves she would prefer to avoid, as they tend to rub her fur the wrong way! She has had many Fights with them. They are always wreaking havoc in her life in one way or another!
~HERE & NOW~
"A WOMAN WHO KNOWS HER OWN MIND IS A POWERFUL FORCE"
Kougar Kyle has built a bigger name for herself, on top of being Queen of Thieves as Catwoman. She runs an entertainment club called Kitty Nights Burlesque under an alias name along with two partners by her side. Neo Felis a computer guru and security provisions and Jim Balent the Head Bouncer and the Advertising Artist for the Club. Who has secrets about himself. Between the three of them they have made an Empire that has Boosted Catwoman's Criminal Agenda through the secrets of dark men's mind that pollute and cloud the city through Sexual Flirty Entainment. What is good for the goose, is also good for the KITTY!
~DEITY OF THE PAST~
"SHE WHO SCRATCHES"
Lore Of Pakhet. Pakhet was a Feline Goddess during the Middle Kingdom Ages. Both of Earth and a Parellel World. She was similiar to Bastet and Sekhmet taking the form of a Caracal feline. She is the daughter of Maahes and Huntheth both Lion Gods. Maashes her Father was associated with war, protection, and weather. Huntheth her Mother was the Hours of Night. Pakhet attributes her war strength as more inner than outward as she was called "The Night Huntress" with a Sharp Eye and Pointed Claw. Pakhet also has duality roles. She was the Goddess of being an Astral Lone Traveler and venturing off between Worlds. She is the protector of motherhood and fights against venomous creatures. Pakhet's temple on Earth was an underground cavernous shrine near al Minya Egypt. Pakhet's crown has a Solar disk and her amulet is a lioness attacking its prey.She is the Great Grand Daughter To The Egyptian God Ra. But as to who who her Grandmother was, Bastet or Sekhmet is unknown.Pakhet lost her Goddess status of immortality when she was Tricked by a Snake God to become Human and live under reincarnation. Setting her to become more human in each life and forgetting a little more who she is after every death. Kougar knows something of her past being of something of importance with the feline race, but has not discovered yet who she really is. If she does't come to realize she is Pakhet in this life soon, she will never be able to return to her rightful place as the Immortal Cat Goddess Pakhet. And the Snake God will return to spawn his lesser children from her through force and then Kill her. Will Catwoman be able to remember soon who she is??? {Updated 2/1/23}
ISTP's are practical, resourceful, adaptable pragmatists, they possess an excellent capacity for understanding how anything works, displaying logical, detached analysis. They have incredible, powers of observation and a great talent for logical analysis. They love to explore and get their hands dirty {Such As Stealing} touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.
People with this personality type are moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. An ISTP decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at their heart is a strong sense of direct fairness,
a “do unto others” attitude.
This type of personality is self-sufficient and very independent, only really happy when undertaking some risky or interesting activity as they display coolness under pressure which helps get things fixed but which may not endear them to those around them.
"CATS COME WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE IT NOT WHEN THEY ARE TOLD"
Ultimately they want to be left alone to live their lives and do their jobs the way they see fit, rarely trying to control others and expecting others not to try to control them. But in a crisis, or when the situation needs in-depth understanding, they will thrive or at least until the crisis is over. They will be difficult to know as they will be quiet outsiders looking in until they are ready. Once they are clear on what needs to be done, they will be difficult to budge and will potentially move too quickly without thinking through all the implications.
However with growth of an Ambivert tendencies they can moderately be comfortable with groups and social interaction to a degree, but also still relish the time alone, away from a crowd. In simpler words, an ambivert is a person whose behaviour changes according to the situation they are in.
Strengths: Optimistic and Energetic | Creative and Practical | Spontaneous and Rational | Know How to Prioritize | Great in a Crisis | Relaxed
~DAEMONS/FAMILIARS/PHOUKA~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul is named KiTT. KiTT can move in and out of Kougar's body at her will. It can communicate with Kougar through telepathy. Also KiTT can Change to any type of Feline Big or Small, as well as giving her the use of its power when its inside her. Kougar can see through KiTT's Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And she is no longer able to use the extra gifts Heightened Hearing, Smelling, Seeing or Speed with her Familiar separated from her body. And if Injured her familiar needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. Also KiTT has no gender because it is just a soul.
~HER OTHER GIFT~ {updated 1/7/20} Astral Projecting is another gift she obtained from being a Goddess. Though she doesn't know how this and assumes other reasons. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone, except those with supernatural abilities themselves. Vampires, Demons, Angels Etc. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations or Telekinesis. Kougar can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it. However this can only be done in an astral projection state.
~APPEARANCE~
"WE ALL WEAR MASKS"
Jet Black Long Hair {I'm Not Butch!} ★_╭∩╮(◣_◢)╭∩╮_★
Blue Gray Eyes Can Change Pupil Shape ★_(♦)_(♦)_★
Height 5'7 W/O Thigh High Boots ★__(♡_♡)__★
All the Right Curves In All the Right Places!!
When Catwoman-Purple Catsuit with Vinyl and Kevlar
At the Club-Naughty Corsets And Negligee
Everywhere else-Anything that looks Sexy!
~HUSH SECRETS~
Stealing, Emeralds, Canary Diamonds, Muscle Cars That PuuuRRR!
The Smell of Cigarette Smoke, Cologne and Alcohol Breath rolled into one.
Her Abilities of her Daemon soul and her gift of astral projection.
(Jim Balent-Weretiger-Ancestral lineage of Panthera Tigris from the Hyborian Age.)
~SECRETS FILED~
She's Owner Of Kitty Nights Burlesque.
Her Penthouse is on the Eastside of Gotham, but she has others.
And one Bunker. {Hidden in one of the tunnels}
Men with Power, she says she can't stand, but some Men with Power can be quite an addiction to her, as she Flirts with the Dark Side. Lex Luthor, and Thomas Wayne are the only two who have Manipulated and used Power over her. But Generally speaking she is the One Who likes to be in Control. In her past Rex Calabrese and Carmine Falcone had Power over her as a Child and Teenager. But she got her Revenge since on them.
She has a soft spot for children in the Gotham Orphanage. And has spent years bringing goods to them anonymously.
She has also done a lot to help the stray cats in Gotham and helps to protect the Big Wild Cats in Gotham's Sanctuary.
She also has two other house cats givien to her called, Obsidian and Violet
Catwoman's Net Worth $80. Million...
~Aliases She Goes By~
Irena Dubrovna or Miss LaPerm-At The Club,
Marguerite Tone, Madame Moderne,
Katarina Kyle,
K or Kat which is most often used.
~ SECRETS OF Hate~ Human Trafficking, Drugs, Guns, Children Used And Abused, Poachers, WereWolves.
Certain people of her past- C. Beritti, Anthony Malficini, Carmine Falcone, First BF, and a couple of Demons past and present.
Her Ride For Getting Around is Victory Hammer 8 Ball Motorcycle
And a 2023 Purple Dodge Charger SRT HellCat Redeye! 203MPH
Unless She is Stealing whatever Ride crosses her Path that she Fancies! Maybe Even YOURS!!!
~NPC~
Bad Boys!
Dr. Troy Hellyar - {FC-Julian McMahon} Billionaire & Founder of LabCorp. Studied in the Genetic Institute of Bio Science & Engineering. He Specializes In Ancestry DNA - BioMetrics, Methylation, Genomic Imprinting. And Womanizing!
Robert Burns III - {FC-Brad Pitt} Senator's Aid
Lee Christmas- {FC-Jason Statham} A Hired gun who carries out his assignments with percision and strict code.
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☑Kei ☑Dominic ☑Thomas Wayne ☑Caelestra ☑Kilala ☑Kirishima
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But Play By Your Own Rules You Set On Your Page!!
Don't Take Advange Of Mine!!
AND REMEBER CUROSITY KILLED THE CAT!
BUT......
SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK!!
Birthday:
June 5
Character Age
30+
Character Abilites
~MORE ABOUT DAEMONS/FAMILIARS~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul can move in and out of Kougars body freely. And can give her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And if Injured it needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. ~HER OTHER GIFT~ Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.
Hello I'm Kougar Kyle. Address me as my Character. (I'm a 10 + year Vet Rper.) I don't go by the pronoun Fad. Cosplayer & Actresses Used: Kamiko Zero, Jemma Pepper, Nerdy Siren, Alexikens as Catwoman. Katie McGrath, Dita Von Teese as Kyle Herself! Various Pics are used in my Stories! Writer Must Be Over 21. Plotting Ideas Past & Present is Welcomed. All Threads Get Saved. If the Rper Wants to read Our Personal Thread and have access to it, please PM me your email address. Your email remains private. This Character Of Catwoman Is My Take Of Her. If we agree to write together than I expect you to write in a timely manner. The Creation Of Kougar Kyle And Her History Took Years To Develop And Is Ongoing. Don't Steal My Twist To The Character! My Character is a Thief, but I am Not!! Treat Me With Respect In The RP Community!!
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*DelFroy was hesitant at first but then after thinking about it, decided to go with him. He was shocked to say the least that Malficini was still alive but why was he here tonight and what did he actually want with DelFroy. These were questions he was going to need answers to, but not yet. He had to get her to safety first, and the waiting GCPD officers were more than willing to take her down to police headquarters and keep her safe.
She went willingly with the officers this time, but until the remaining members were safe, there was no telling what else was in store for them. Once he watched as she was driven away to safety, he walked back over the Batmobile and got in. Inside he turned her on, the engine roaring to life as he sat there for a moment analyzing everything that just happened.
Was Malficini actually the one blowing up the board members, and if so why did DelFroy think she was safe. Right after that thought, an explosion rocked the neighborhood. The police car she was placed into exploded, killing DelFroy and the two officers. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, and sat there staring off into the night. As he sat there, Sam called in.*
Sam: Coleman and Couming are safe and with the police at police headquarters. How did you make out with DelFroy?
She is dead, after I got her to safety and handed he off to GCPD, she was placed in a patrol car, and then it happened, it blew. But we have more pressing issues, Malficini is alive and well. He might be the bomber or just the enforcer. There was something else, DelFroy mentioned that Beritti wouldn’t touch her, but then he blew her up.
Sam: Maybe there is another player, I mean if she wasn’t afraid of Beritti, just maybe someone else is pulling the strings
You piqued my interest, but who besides Beritti would have the balls to do this. What are we missing.
Sam: Not sure, but perhaps sleeping on it will help
I’ll do that, but right now I need to see how the Cat made out. I’ll talk more with you about this in the morning. Batman out
*With that he hung up and then tried to reach Catwoman via the communications link he had given her*
*With Hernandez being dead, he floored it, racing through the city at speeds well over 200 mph, racing to get to DelFroy’s place, hoping he would be on time to save her. He arrived at her place and noticed how everything was calm and peaceful. Quickly getting out of the Batmobile, he made his way to the her house.
The place was like a fortress, a high wall encircled the compound, and there was a cast iron gate up front, which was imposing. He was just about to jump up onto the wall, when he heard another explosion, this time coming from the direction that Catwoman was at.* Damnit *He knew all too well that another board member was taken out, but he was also concerned with the Cat, was she alright, or was she caught up in the blast? He didn’t know. He had a job to do, and he would need to push back anything indicating she might have been hurt, and concentrate on getting to DelFroy. That was easier said than done, as his mind kept drifting back to her, hoping she was safe, hoping she wasn’t near the blast zone, praying she was alive.
He cleared the fence and made his way to the house, as he stopped he looked around and felt something off. It was way to quiet. Too quiet in his mind, but he pushed forward. As he got closer to the house, he noticed a light was on in one of the rooms on the ground floor. He quickly made a beeline for that light, and as he approached he could hear voices, one was definitely DelFroy, the other he couldn’t make out. They were definitely arguing, about what he couldn’t tell, and he didn’t find out until it was too late. As he approached the window, he peered inside, and then he saw DelFroy and the unidentified man, or was it, he couldn’t tell at first as the figure was hidden, staying in the shadows, but DelFroy didn’t seem to be afraid of this person, it was as if she knew him and knew him well.*
DelFroy: I told you to tell your boss I am not easily swayed, and if he is trying to scare me, he is doing a piss poor job. Now get out of my house, and don’t you ever show your face around me ever again
Figure: If that is your final answer than fine, I’ll let the boss know your answer, but if I were you, I would sleep with one eye open
*It was definitely a man, and Batman recognized that voice, but couldn’t quite figure out who it was. He then watched as he left the room and left the house. Batman then moved in, picking the sliding doors, he walked in from the shadows, and introduced himself*
We need to leave, your life is in danger, the longer you stay here, the easier it will be for whoever that was to come back in here and kill you. We already lost at least three board members over the last two nights, don’t make it three
DelFroy: What are you talking about? Beritti’s man would harm me, I am too valuable to him alive.
Just who was that?
DelFroy: That was Tony Malficini, Beritti’s right hand man
*Batman stopped in his tracks, he thought Malficini was dead, as a matter of fact he could have sworn he saw him die when Beritti’s compound exploded. It couldn’t be, could it?*
Ms DelFroy you still need protection, there is someone else out there killing the board members, you need to come with me, and I mean now
The object struck him hard as it came down, disorientation coming from the impact no matter how readily he scrambled to rise back to his feet. The gun was forgotten. A luxury at best, getting himself out of the pitiful stance he’d been left to. And so, he rose to his feet. His hood fell unto his shoulders, ears quivering to the sound of the other’s footsteps. Approaching, undoubtedly. He stood straight as she approached, the gun given up as a sign of defeat in the matter. He was none too happy about it.
Hollow sockets watched in the dark, seen as masses of shadows that proved to be just a bit deeper than the dark that in turn lead down the hallway behind him. How a stare could be felt, but not be seen all the same was left unanswered, but she had his undivided attention. A fanged maw of scarred bone looked none too pleased on its own. Again, the expression underneath was none better. A tail flicked, something subtle in the backdrop. As she walked, making her round about, his shoulders turned. His feet wavered a mere couple feet or so in the process, his ground held indefinitely despite it.
“Well here you still are, sweetheart. Sticking around just to spend your time here with little old me, so either you’re bluffing or you’ve got nowhere else better to be tonight. So answer me this: What the hell are you doing here?” Inevitably his gaze cast to the gun, unbeknownst to the onlooker when expression fell to none on the man’s face.
“Hurt me dead if you’d like Princess. Take that pistol in that pretty little hand of yours and put a bullet through my head.” He answered- suggested. Overlooking the crude statements that followed the question he was far more interested in. The threat of a sex change fell on deaf ears when it wasn’t the first time he’d come across it. She wasn’t the first woman to throw such statements at him. Walking closer, slow step by slow step, he started his own half circle. While it hadn’t compared to the stranger of a woman’s strut, he still walked like he owned the goddamn place. He did. Gun in her hand or not, there was no part of his mind that spelled it out otherwise.
As she spouted her mouth back to him, little more than a low hum was heard reverberating in reply. He kept moving, kept on walking forward, circumambulating the third floor back hall, visible through the entry of the theatre boxes, only cutting out at the joining walls. A low snicker came, somewhere within the end of her words. What it grew into what was a low, bitter cackle. “That’s a tempting offer Princess, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t think this blind date’s panning out for either of us.”
His finger tapped against the pistol’s trigger subconsciously. Loaded, hammer cocked, with full intent of-
The feline elsewhere yowled. His head of course turned. Forbid she was not alone. Forbid she be quicker or more versatile than he thought- he had seen stranger things walk through the abandoned building in the past. That much he had lied about. Perhaps it was far too soon for judging. By the time he’d glanced back, the firearm was already struck out of his hand, landing in a clatter upon the weathered concrete floor of the place. Shit. Thought number one. His head turned back to front and center where the sound of the rope going slack above was yet an anomaly.
Ears quivered, reflexes coming to life as the sandbag approached closer and closer. A low, sharp curse was called out, heard as a hissed mutter as he threw himself backward. Not quick enough. His heels tipped, balance lost as he fell backward to a weight crashing down. Feet stumbled back to slow the descent, his figure falling out of view when it hit the ground. Goddammit! Silence. The impact rattled straight through his skull, rising slowly to his feet when he gathered his bearings.
*His first stop was Turcotte’s office. He needed to get inside and see what was behind that painting, a safe no doubt, and it probably housed the things that would tie him to what was going on in the Narrows. There were a million things going on in his head right now, and each one he had an answer to, but one. How to approach the Cat, how to get the pearls back without an altercation, and he knew that there would be an altercation and one thing would lead to another. Bruce’s name would definitely be brought up, and he needed to deflect his name away from the pearls and what he was doing there. Before he could think about what he was going to do, he had arrived at Turcotte’s office. So he parked the Batmobile in one of the alleys a few blocks away and got out.* Shields *Was all he said as the Batmobile was encased in an impenetrable cocoon. He quickly made it to the rooftops, and as he stationed himself from across The Turcotte Building, he scanned the area for a point of entrance that would get him in unnoticed. As he scanned the building he found an open window, and decided he would go in that way. It was four floors below Turcotte’s office, but that didn’t matter to him, if anything it gave him an advantage to sneak up on any security there might be in the building.
He aimed his grappling gun at the window and then fired. Once it was secured, he secured it on his end, setting a timer to release the cable and fall harmlessly to the ground below, and then he attached the bar and he propelled across the street and into the window, which was a storage room. He removed the bar and detached the hook on this side, as he watched the cable detach on the other side and then fall, disintegrating as it did, harming no one below. Now he turned on the sonar in his cowl, and waited for it to sync up, and then scanned the building for security, and sure enough there were guards on every floor, and armed to the tooth. A small smile came across his lips as he then opened the door from the storage closet and made his way to Turcotte’s office*
*Batman drove towards his first target, Brenda Couming, who just so happened to be with Michael Coleman, having a few drinks at a local pub down town. This made his life that much easier, but the problem was, how does he get in and how does he alert them to take refuge at a nearest Police Station. He could easily walk in, and scare the crap out of everyone else in the pub. Before he arrived he decided to go in the back and then work his way to where they were seated. He didn’t think the killer would strike at these two, as they were together in an public place, so he figured he would go in. He parked the Batmobile in an alley and then killed the engine. Opening the door, and getting out, he got barely 5 ft when he heard an explosion, coming from the location of where Victor Hernandez lives. Damnit he thought to himself, he fucked up, his mind is not thinking straight, as he knew damn well he should have gone to his place once he found out that Couming and Coleman were out with each other, but why did he come here first. By the time he got back to the car and jumped in and took off towards Hernandez’s home, he realizes he is too late. The house is destroyed and there is literally nothing left of the home, and Hernandez’s body is on the street unburned but he can tell the guy is dead. He doesn’t get out of the car, but instead calls out to Sam*
Sam: Go ahead
Sam, I need you to get over to the Dragons Pub on 3rd and 8th and get city board members Couming and Coleman out of there and placed in police custody. We just lost another board member Victor Hernandez, and lord knows what the Cat is running into
Sam: On it – I’ll report back to you when I have them, what are you going to do.
I am going after the last member, Regine DelFroy. Batman out.
*The link went dead, and Sam immediately disappeared and headed for the bar, hoping he was going to be able to convince them to leave.*
*As he disappeared into the night, he walked up to the Batmobile parked in the nearby alley, but before he got in,, he turned and looked back across the park, the statue and the meet he just came from, and wondered what if anything she would do tonight. She did have a point, that she wasn’t very social, but right now she was the only one she trusted besides Sam of course. The reason the GCPD weren’t involved, was because they became corrupt, when Thomas went missing, healing from his wounds, Beritti infiltrated the GCPD and installed spies in every precinct, and he needed time to flush them out, why he didn’t tell her that, he didn’t know, probably because it would bring her into a bigger mess, that she didn’t need to be drawn into. Gordon was still a good man, but his hands were tied by the corruption above him, from the Mayor’s office to the DA, Beritti was in control, and The Batman, well he was a wanted fugitive, he didn’t need her to worry about that, or even back out if she had known, but in due time all of this will come out, as it usually does.
He turned and then opened the door and got in. Closing the door behind him, he started her up and then drove off to see about saving to member tonight, that probably didn’t need saving*
Silence persisted following… fine by him. While he was a patient man, ‘patient’ and ‘trigger happy’ were two adjectives with conflicting interests. He was moving. No doubts about it. Hardly a trace of sound to come from hasted footsteps, a malignant energy that came about the stranger’s aura keeping the strays out of his path, and ultimately hushed. Keep moving, keep bullets handy. While most would have run to the sound or sight of gunfire, this one had not. It was a game at heart, and one he just so happened to get off on. Ears quivered. Following the sound of the footsteps, shifting his vision to where she had been and where she might be. He wouldn’t have to search for long. Between predatory vision, and the gleam of light that had changed up above, he watched from the new position taken, lingering with a shoulder to the wall of the box area. Pistol in hand. If his fanged maw could show it, there would have been a sadist’s. Words were ready to jump off his tongue as she finished.
"So you’ve got ‘talent’, huh? Well I’m sure you do, Princess.” The hollow, inhuman tone rasped back, venom laced right down to every syllable. “Did Agnes send you, thought I needed some company on a rainy night or what? Hate to say it but as much as I’d like to see that ‘talent’, you might be below my spending level."
Who was this broad, anyway? The question at hand. In his mind, it didn’t matter. He’d flush her out of the place like anyone else that had stumbled in. Whether it meant peacefully, in a garbage bag, or dragging her out by those pretty locks of hair on her head.
“Just when I thought I was the strangest fucker to walk in here, along comes you.” He let the words linger in the air. “You picked the wrong door to knock on. Don’t remember leaving a welcome mat out in the streets, did I?”
“Y'know I might've pinpointed why you're hangin' out here tonight, and not sittin' pretty on some man's lap right now. That mouth of yours could be doin’ a lot more useful things than singing and carryin’ on for too long.”
Those words, as volatile as they were, seemed to travel about the building as they echoed. Through the windows of each third-floor theatre box, a silhouette passed, no care is taken to whether he was spotted or not. Above all, the way he walked was a strut. Each step calculated as he made his way over closer to the booth up above where she seemingly hovered. A hood was pulled half over his head, the pistol swung in his hand as he walked.
*He watches as she brings her hand up to her ear, and realizes that she is allowing someone on the other side the ability to hear them talking. He smiles a bit as he turns and faces her and admits she had a point*
Yes we won’t be able to get to them all, but he can at least try to get to two. We know whoever is doing this won’t hit two at once, so the odds are in our favor there, but someone might die tonight, and we can’t let our feelings cloud our judgement. We go to the members place of residence and we ask them to leave quietly, if they refuse we force them and contact GCPD, to come and take them to safety.
*After he gives her his plan, he thinks he knows what she might say, so he answers for her*
The GCPD will not do anything to you, you have my word, I already contacted them and they are standing by. And yes, once you are done for the night, let me know how things went.
*When she mentions getting a sense of humor he laughs*
Those glasses made me look fat…. *And then he watches her leave, and then he darts off in the other direction*
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*DelFroy was hesitant at first but then after thinking about it, decided to go with him. He was shocked to say the least that Malficini was still alive but why was he here tonight and what did he actually want with DelFroy. These were questions he was going to need answers to, but not yet. He had to get her to safety first, and the waiting GCPD officers were more than willing to take her down to police headquarters and keep her safe.
She went willingly with the officers this time, but until the remaining members were safe, there was no telling what else was in store for them. Once he watched as she was driven away to safety, he walked back over the Batmobile and got in. Inside he turned her on, the engine roaring to life as he sat there for a moment analyzing everything that just happened.
Was Malficini actually the one blowing up the board members, and if so why did DelFroy think she was safe. Right after that thought, an explosion rocked the neighborhood. The police car she was placed into exploded, killing DelFroy and the two officers. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, and sat there staring off into the night. As he sat there, Sam called in.*
Sam: Coleman and Couming are safe and with the police at police headquarters. How did you make out with DelFroy?
She is dead, after I got her to safety and handed he off to GCPD, she was placed in a patrol car, and then it happened, it blew. But we have more pressing issues, Malficini is alive and well. He might be the bomber or just the enforcer. There was something else, DelFroy mentioned that Beritti wouldn’t touch her, but then he blew her up.
Sam: Maybe there is another player, I mean if she wasn’t afraid of Beritti, just maybe someone else is pulling the strings
You piqued my interest, but who besides Beritti would have the balls to do this. What are we missing.
Sam: Not sure, but perhaps sleeping on it will help
I’ll do that, but right now I need to see how the Cat made out. I’ll talk more with you about this in the morning. Batman out
*With that he hung up and then tried to reach Catwoman via the communications link he had given her*
Catwoman come in, do you copy?
*With Hernandez being dead, he floored it, racing through the city at speeds well over 200 mph, racing to get to DelFroy’s place, hoping he would be on time to save her. He arrived at her place and noticed how everything was calm and peaceful. Quickly getting out of the Batmobile, he made his way to the her house.
The place was like a fortress, a high wall encircled the compound, and there was a cast iron gate up front, which was imposing. He was just about to jump up onto the wall, when he heard another explosion, this time coming from the direction that Catwoman was at.* Damnit *He knew all too well that another board member was taken out, but he was also concerned with the Cat, was she alright, or was she caught up in the blast? He didn’t know. He had a job to do, and he would need to push back anything indicating she might have been hurt, and concentrate on getting to DelFroy. That was easier said than done, as his mind kept drifting back to her, hoping she was safe, hoping she wasn’t near the blast zone, praying she was alive.
He cleared the fence and made his way to the house, as he stopped he looked around and felt something off. It was way to quiet. Too quiet in his mind, but he pushed forward. As he got closer to the house, he noticed a light was on in one of the rooms on the ground floor. He quickly made a beeline for that light, and as he approached he could hear voices, one was definitely DelFroy, the other he couldn’t make out. They were definitely arguing, about what he couldn’t tell, and he didn’t find out until it was too late. As he approached the window, he peered inside, and then he saw DelFroy and the unidentified man, or was it, he couldn’t tell at first as the figure was hidden, staying in the shadows, but DelFroy didn’t seem to be afraid of this person, it was as if she knew him and knew him well.*
DelFroy: I told you to tell your boss I am not easily swayed, and if he is trying to scare me, he is doing a piss poor job. Now get out of my house, and don’t you ever show your face around me ever again
Figure: If that is your final answer than fine, I’ll let the boss know your answer, but if I were you, I would sleep with one eye open
*It was definitely a man, and Batman recognized that voice, but couldn’t quite figure out who it was. He then watched as he left the room and left the house. Batman then moved in, picking the sliding doors, he walked in from the shadows, and introduced himself*
We need to leave, your life is in danger, the longer you stay here, the easier it will be for whoever that was to come back in here and kill you. We already lost at least three board members over the last two nights, don’t make it three
DelFroy: What are you talking about? Beritti’s man would harm me, I am too valuable to him alive.
Just who was that?
DelFroy: That was Tony Malficini, Beritti’s right hand man
*Batman stopped in his tracks, he thought Malficini was dead, as a matter of fact he could have sworn he saw him die when Beritti’s compound exploded. It couldn’t be, could it?*
Ms DelFroy you still need protection, there is someone else out there killing the board members, you need to come with me, and I mean now
The object struck him hard as it came down, disorientation coming from the impact no matter how readily he scrambled to rise back to his feet. The gun was forgotten. A luxury at best, getting himself out of the pitiful stance he’d been left to. And so, he rose to his feet. His hood fell unto his shoulders, ears quivering to the sound of the other’s footsteps. Approaching, undoubtedly. He stood straight as she approached, the gun given up as a sign of defeat in the matter. He was none too happy about it.
Hollow sockets watched in the dark, seen as masses of shadows that proved to be just a bit deeper than the dark that in turn lead down the hallway behind him. How a stare could be felt, but not be seen all the same was left unanswered, but she had his undivided attention. A fanged maw of scarred bone looked none too pleased on its own. Again, the expression underneath was none better. A tail flicked, something subtle in the backdrop. As she walked, making her round about, his shoulders turned. His feet wavered a mere couple feet or so in the process, his ground held indefinitely despite it.
“Well here you still are, sweetheart. Sticking around just to spend your time here with little old me, so either you’re bluffing or you’ve got nowhere else better to be tonight. So answer me this: What the hell are you doing here?” Inevitably his gaze cast to the gun, unbeknownst to the onlooker when expression fell to none on the man’s face.
“Hurt me dead if you’d like Princess. Take that pistol in that pretty little hand of yours and put a bullet through my head.” He answered- suggested. Overlooking the crude statements that followed the question he was far more interested in. The threat of a sex change fell on deaf ears when it wasn’t the first time he’d come across it. She wasn’t the first woman to throw such statements at him. Walking closer, slow step by slow step, he started his own half circle. While it hadn’t compared to the stranger of a woman’s strut, he still walked like he owned the goddamn place. He did. Gun in her hand or not, there was no part of his mind that spelled it out otherwise.
As she spouted her mouth back to him, little more than a low hum was heard reverberating in reply. He kept moving, kept on walking forward, circumambulating the third floor back hall, visible through the entry of the theatre boxes, only cutting out at the joining walls. A low snicker came, somewhere within the end of her words. What it grew into what was a low, bitter cackle. “That’s a tempting offer Princess, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t think this blind date’s panning out for either of us.”
His finger tapped against the pistol’s trigger subconsciously. Loaded, hammer cocked, with full intent of-
The feline elsewhere yowled. His head of course turned. Forbid she was not alone. Forbid she be quicker or more versatile than he thought- he had seen stranger things walk through the abandoned building in the past. That much he had lied about. Perhaps it was far too soon for judging. By the time he’d glanced back, the firearm was already struck out of his hand, landing in a clatter upon the weathered concrete floor of the place. Shit. Thought number one. His head turned back to front and center where the sound of the rope going slack above was yet an anomaly.
Ears quivered, reflexes coming to life as the sandbag approached closer and closer. A low, sharp curse was called out, heard as a hissed mutter as he threw himself backward. Not quick enough. His heels tipped, balance lost as he fell backward to a weight crashing down. Feet stumbled back to slow the descent, his figure falling out of view when it hit the ground. Goddammit! Silence. The impact rattled straight through his skull, rising slowly to his feet when he gathered his bearings.
Hopefully this works, RIP
*His first stop was Turcotte’s office. He needed to get inside and see what was behind that painting, a safe no doubt, and it probably housed the things that would tie him to what was going on in the Narrows. There were a million things going on in his head right now, and each one he had an answer to, but one. How to approach the Cat, how to get the pearls back without an altercation, and he knew that there would be an altercation and one thing would lead to another. Bruce’s name would definitely be brought up, and he needed to deflect his name away from the pearls and what he was doing there. Before he could think about what he was going to do, he had arrived at Turcotte’s office. So he parked the Batmobile in one of the alleys a few blocks away and got out.* Shields *Was all he said as the Batmobile was encased in an impenetrable cocoon. He quickly made it to the rooftops, and as he stationed himself from across The Turcotte Building, he scanned the area for a point of entrance that would get him in unnoticed. As he scanned the building he found an open window, and decided he would go in that way. It was four floors below Turcotte’s office, but that didn’t matter to him, if anything it gave him an advantage to sneak up on any security there might be in the building.
He aimed his grappling gun at the window and then fired. Once it was secured, he secured it on his end, setting a timer to release the cable and fall harmlessly to the ground below, and then he attached the bar and he propelled across the street and into the window, which was a storage room. He removed the bar and detached the hook on this side, as he watched the cable detach on the other side and then fall, disintegrating as it did, harming no one below. Now he turned on the sonar in his cowl, and waited for it to sync up, and then scanned the building for security, and sure enough there were guards on every floor, and armed to the tooth. A small smile came across his lips as he then opened the door from the storage closet and made his way to Turcotte’s office*
*Batman drove towards his first target, Brenda Couming, who just so happened to be with Michael Coleman, having a few drinks at a local pub down town. This made his life that much easier, but the problem was, how does he get in and how does he alert them to take refuge at a nearest Police Station. He could easily walk in, and scare the crap out of everyone else in the pub. Before he arrived he decided to go in the back and then work his way to where they were seated. He didn’t think the killer would strike at these two, as they were together in an public place, so he figured he would go in. He parked the Batmobile in an alley and then killed the engine. Opening the door, and getting out, he got barely 5 ft when he heard an explosion, coming from the location of where Victor Hernandez lives. Damnit he thought to himself, he fucked up, his mind is not thinking straight, as he knew damn well he should have gone to his place once he found out that Couming and Coleman were out with each other, but why did he come here first. By the time he got back to the car and jumped in and took off towards Hernandez’s home, he realizes he is too late. The house is destroyed and there is literally nothing left of the home, and Hernandez’s body is on the street unburned but he can tell the guy is dead. He doesn’t get out of the car, but instead calls out to Sam*
Sam: Go ahead
Sam, I need you to get over to the Dragons Pub on 3rd and 8th and get city board members Couming and Coleman out of there and placed in police custody. We just lost another board member Victor Hernandez, and lord knows what the Cat is running into
Sam: On it – I’ll report back to you when I have them, what are you going to do.
I am going after the last member, Regine DelFroy. Batman out.
*The link went dead, and Sam immediately disappeared and headed for the bar, hoping he was going to be able to convince them to leave.*
*As he disappeared into the night, he walked up to the Batmobile parked in the nearby alley, but before he got in,, he turned and looked back across the park, the statue and the meet he just came from, and wondered what if anything she would do tonight. She did have a point, that she wasn’t very social, but right now she was the only one she trusted besides Sam of course. The reason the GCPD weren’t involved, was because they became corrupt, when Thomas went missing, healing from his wounds, Beritti infiltrated the GCPD and installed spies in every precinct, and he needed time to flush them out, why he didn’t tell her that, he didn’t know, probably because it would bring her into a bigger mess, that she didn’t need to be drawn into. Gordon was still a good man, but his hands were tied by the corruption above him, from the Mayor’s office to the DA, Beritti was in control, and The Batman, well he was a wanted fugitive, he didn’t need her to worry about that, or even back out if she had known, but in due time all of this will come out, as it usually does.
He turned and then opened the door and got in. Closing the door behind him, he started her up and then drove off to see about saving to member tonight, that probably didn’t need saving*
Silence persisted following… fine by him. While he was a patient man, ‘patient’ and ‘trigger happy’ were two adjectives with conflicting interests. He was moving. No doubts about it. Hardly a trace of sound to come from hasted footsteps, a malignant energy that came about the stranger’s aura keeping the strays out of his path, and ultimately hushed. Keep moving, keep bullets handy. While most would have run to the sound or sight of gunfire, this one had not. It was a game at heart, and one he just so happened to get off on. Ears quivered. Following the sound of the footsteps, shifting his vision to where she had been and where she might be. He wouldn’t have to search for long. Between predatory vision, and the gleam of light that had changed up above, he watched from the new position taken, lingering with a shoulder to the wall of the box area. Pistol in hand. If his fanged maw could show it, there would have been a sadist’s. Words were ready to jump off his tongue as she finished.
"So you’ve got ‘talent’, huh? Well I’m sure you do, Princess.” The hollow, inhuman tone rasped back, venom laced right down to every syllable. “Did Agnes send you, thought I needed some company on a rainy night or what? Hate to say it but as much as I’d like to see that ‘talent’, you might be below my spending level."
Who was this broad, anyway? The question at hand. In his mind, it didn’t matter. He’d flush her out of the place like anyone else that had stumbled in. Whether it meant peacefully, in a garbage bag, or dragging her out by those pretty locks of hair on her head.
“Just when I thought I was the strangest fucker to walk in here, along comes you.” He let the words linger in the air. “You picked the wrong door to knock on. Don’t remember leaving a welcome mat out in the streets, did I?”
“Y'know I might've pinpointed why you're hangin' out here tonight, and not sittin' pretty on some man's lap right now. That mouth of yours could be doin’ a lot more useful things than singing and carryin’ on for too long.”
Those words, as volatile as they were, seemed to travel about the building as they echoed. Through the windows of each third-floor theatre box, a silhouette passed, no care is taken to whether he was spotted or not. Above all, the way he walked was a strut. Each step calculated as he made his way over closer to the booth up above where she seemingly hovered. A hood was pulled half over his head, the pistol swung in his hand as he walked.
*He watches as she brings her hand up to her ear, and realizes that she is allowing someone on the other side the ability to hear them talking. He smiles a bit as he turns and faces her and admits she had a point*
Yes we won’t be able to get to them all, but he can at least try to get to two. We know whoever is doing this won’t hit two at once, so the odds are in our favor there, but someone might die tonight, and we can’t let our feelings cloud our judgement. We go to the members place of residence and we ask them to leave quietly, if they refuse we force them and contact GCPD, to come and take them to safety.
*After he gives her his plan, he thinks he knows what she might say, so he answers for her*
The GCPD will not do anything to you, you have my word, I already contacted them and they are standing by. And yes, once you are done for the night, let me know how things went.
*When she mentions getting a sense of humor he laughs*
Those glasses made me look fat…. *And then he watches her leave, and then he darts off in the other direction*
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