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[Color=DARKORANGE][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]G O T H A M   C I T Y:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 16[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 22:13 | University Row - Burnside[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
[INDENT][INDENT]The previous night had been long and dull. Aside from the excitement of the purse snatcher, everything else had been a waste of Rose’s time. Several fires had been lit across the city, though as she quickly found out, most had been a promotional stunt for a locally produced horror film, ‘The Curse of the Firefly’. The few fires that weren’t controlled weren’t exactly up her alley, and no culprit was readily available for punishing nor was there even a suspect.

Returning home during the early hours of the morning, Rose had collapsed on her bed, barely out of costume, awakening shortly after noon. She spent the afternoon cleaning her weapons, reloading each magazine for her belt and oiling the blades of her swords. Each and every weapon was kept in pristine condition, including those kept on display. The accent wall of the safe house dining room was laid out with various weapons that Rose had taken a liking to in her travels.

With her daily weapon cleaning complete, Rose had taken an earlier shift at Staggers before returning to the safe house. No sooner had she walked through the front door than her phone had decided to alert Rose of an incoming message.

[PRE]Batgirl,

The Birds require your assistance. Rendezvous with Batwoman in the East End.

~O.[/PRE]
Rose furrowed her brow as she looked out into the Gotham night as a flash of lightning illuminated the city’s skyline. Hopefully Ish had made her suit waterproof.

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Rain and wind was only really felt against the soft surface of Batwoman's cheeks and forehead, and it would take a real cascade of lightning strikes to penetrate the insulated lairs of the suit. What had seemed like lead, pulling her down into the deep no more than 24 hours ago, now isolated her from the wrath of Gotham’s whether.

Nothing good had ever happened on a night like this, and it was as if God himself wanted to put the city under water. But not even the continuing waterfall could drown the concerns Oracle had inflicted in Batwoman.

Like a statue she had been standing half a block from Selina’s penthouse, tightening her fists until they threatened to break.

Whatever was going on was like a fire that continued to spread. The update on recent events told its own convoluted story: Lady Blackhawk had removed 6 kneecaps with her AUG only to find out the Cosa Nostra crime family had completely dropped all attempt at finding Catwoman. Their suitcases were full, and they allegedly seemed prepared to leave town for a long time. Huntress, on the other hand, had been faced by near suicidal mobsters when she tried to infiltrate the residence of The Great White. Batwoman could make little sense of it all.

The sky roared and she turned her head, just slightly, without actually looking at Rose as the girl arrived. [color=f7976a][B]“You came…”[/B][/color]

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"I was bored."[/B][/COLOR] The Batgirl stated as she dropped onto the roof behind the Batwoman. [COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"You know how I like to spend my Thursday evenings, [i]fuckin'[/i] soaked and waiting to be struck by lightning on East End rooftops."[/B][/COLOR] Rose smirked beneath her cowl. 

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Shame my body would just be mistaken for a hooker on this end of the [i]damned[/i] city."[/B][/COLOR] Standing, she moved beside Batwoman as she continued to speak. [COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"At least in my end of the woods, I'd just look like a drunk sorority girl in a [i]fuckin'[/i] costume."[/B][/COLOR]

The woman beside her remained stoic, obviously uninterested in banter. 

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][i]She could be [b]his[/b] fuckin' sister.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"O's message seemed urgent. What's the situation?"[/B][/COLOR] Rose asked, deciding there was no point in waiting for a response to her antics.

[b][color=f7976a]“I’ll give you the short version. There’s a new Catwoman in town. Suppose to be more or less as good as the old one. She stole … we don't know. Something that seems to make every damn criminal, who means something, very keen on hunting her. Maybe they don't quite know what it is either. However, in mere days this girl has made more enemies than the original did in her whole career. Oracle believes a city-wide anger drives the witch-hunt, but, I don’t know, some of it seems a lot like desperation... possibly fear. Whatever all this means, we need to be ahead of it before it bleeds into the whole of Gotham and not just the criminal part. In the end it will most likely influence your work also, if allowed to spread. So, I’m going to stir up a bit of trouble right at the source, and that might just catch the attention of a certain burglar. Originally, I was going to rely on Huntress for this bit. But just in case the new Cat is as fast as they say, I need someone who can match it and then some. That's where you come in.”[/color][/b] Batwoman followed the explanation by raising her hand in the direction of the penthouse. 

[b][color=f7976a]“Sitting comfortably in there is old Selina Kyle. All criminal charges were dropped almost 20 years ago, and we’re just supposed to believe she’s now a law-abiding citizen with no ties to her past. I’ve watched her for quite some time, and I can tell you: She’s tense. Like an Academy Award-winning actress, she’s got ways to hide it, sure. But when she turns her head it’s clear, she’s defiantly tightening the lower neck-muscles because of some anxiety.”[/color][/b]

The howling wind came as to confirm the suspicion.

Only now did Batwoman actually face Rose, moved right up to her side. [b][color=f7976a]“Now, every woman lies to herself about something,”[/color][/b] Kate continued. [b][color=f7976a]“Whether it’s big or small we’ll find her lie, and crack her right open.”[/color][/b]

Her earpiece made a noise and she signaled the other woman that Oracle was calling. After about half a minute Batwoman faced her once more. 

[b][color=f7976a]“You know about Warren White, right? [i]The Great White Shark.[/i]”[/color][/b] For the first time in months Batwoman actually let real doubt show on her face, before removing all signs of such emotions. [b][color=f7976a]“Apparently, his entire residence has been leveled. An explosion it seems. Details are still scarce, but we are defiantly pressed for time. Anyway, if you’re in, I was thinking you could handle Selina while I took a look around. And if so: How do you wanna deal with her? Make her all emotional? All sweaty? All bloody? I'm open to suggestions.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=darkorange]"If that's the short version, I'd [i]fuckin'[/i] hate to hear the long version."[/color][/b] Batgirl yawned as she mockingly stretched her arms. [b][color=darkorange]"Catwoman used to trade blows with the [i]god-damned[/i] Batman, I doubt there's much we can do to make her sweat, or emotional."[/color][/b] Rose stated matter of factually.

[b][color=darkorange]"However, I can make her bloody as [i]hell[/i]."[/color][/b] She continued as she drew one of her blades from the back of her waist. [b][color=darkorange]"I've made cartel leaders squeal like the little [i]fuckin'[/i] pigs they are."[/color][/b] Cracking her neck, Rose strode over to the edge of the roof before turning back to look at Batwoman.

[b][color=darkorange]"So, shall we get this show on the [i]fuckin'[/i] road?"[/color][/b][/indent][/indent]