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[color=00aeef]"Communications are down anyone in the area, civilian or not, will not be able to use cell phone, or other non land line based communication until we're done. Intuition dictates that there are likely groups of people stuck together. We need to pick out any singular individuals first Batwoman. It eliminates any sort of surprise elements that these people may have. I have done my part is there anything else that you want me to hack through? If you find me a computer with some files on it I may be able to make copies of them for Batman. Other than that the only remaining thing to do is search and destroy,"[/color] Damocles told her.

[color=f7976a]“Good,”[/color] Batwoman mumbled automatically. Then stopped and thought about it, before turning to him.[color=f7976a] “That was signifyingly faster than I anticipated. Impressive, really."[/color] She followed up with a hand gesture towards the burning building. [color=f7976a]"When the first creep leave that building, that's our moment to spring the trap. Until then all we can do is wait. And trust me I know: Sometimes the hardest thing to do, is to do nothing. Especially when things are either gonna get ugly or worse.”[/color]

Only now did she notice that Damocles was slightly taller than her. His back strait and posture strong. Somehow that mattered, as they stood out there next to each other. Of course, she knew he was not to be trusted, yet there was an honesty to the way he spoke. And for now he had acted perfectly for the job at hand. She wish she could say the same.
Batwoman beheld the chaos unfold in front of her. The gunshots echoing through the night. The fire consuming the factory, leaving nothing but burning rubble in its wake. It was all a mess and she knew what the newspapers would say tomorrow: [i]“We wish a meta-human had dealt with it.”[/i] But editors and journalists hadn’t seen what she had witnessed in the heart of countless explosions. And her opinion on the matter was clear…

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[b]6 days earlier…[/b]
She had no armor on this night. She was not Batwoman, but Kate Kane, former decorated soldier.
Kate found her lover on the balcony. The woman was not really doing anything, just sipping a glass of wine and looking at the sky. Renee Montoya looked perfect standing like that. Embodying both strength and grace even in her nightgown. Her muscles relaxed, as Kate put her hands around her, this time gently, as Renee had gotten more than enough bruises from their last sparring session.

[color=bc8dbf]“In the grand scheme of things, do you think it makes a difference?”[/color]

[color=f7976a]“What?” [/color]Kate asked after kissing her neck.

[color=bc8dbf]“Us… us out there on the street, fighting crime. Me by day, you by night. Do you think our efforts makes any kind of difference? I mean … there’s meta-humans who can punch strait through buildings, run at the speed of light, fly across galaxies. With these gods among men, what can humans like us really accomplice?”[/color]

[color=f7976a]“Everything.”[/color] There was neither been hesitation nor doubt in Kate’s answer. [color=f7976a]“We make all the difference. Make no mistake, when the real threat emerges it’s not gonna be in the form of a big monster. Some of the most dangerous individuals on the planet are human. When things go bad, [i]like really bad,[/i] those so-called gods are gonna drop from the sky like rain. The fighting will be at street level, and it will be people like you and me whom decide the outcome. Not gods, not meta-human. For their heads will forever be in the clouds right up until the moment it’s too late.” [/color]A part of Kate realized she had shared too much of the darkness inside, so she added one last thing: [color=f7976a]“But it’s not all bad. In Gotham, there’s a man who might already acknowledges these facts. Who knows, perhaps he has even prepared for them.”[/color]