[IC] Welcome to Gotham (Private)

[LarayiaHunter]

Sparrow's left eye twitched with rage. "Then at least keep her under control or something!" She snapped. "She's-She's-!" The red-brown haired woman stuttered before roaring and kicking the wall next to her. She cracked the brick wall with the sheer force of her weighted, 8-inch platform boots. Tim looked down at her ankle, knowing that the kick had to had hurt her.

"I think Sparrow and I need to go somewhere else, we'll catch up with you guys maybe later." Tim said before Sparrow gave him a grand ol' shove. Tim planted his feet against the ground but still was knocked slightly off balance. "I'm not going anywhere with you, I'm not interested in talking with a jerk like you." Sparrow grumbled, walking away without showing any signs of weakness to her right foot. "Not until she's out of Gotham."

[RedBalloon]

Ace pushed his glasses up onto his head and scrubbed at his eyes. "Eto besporyadok," he grumbled, a thick Russian accent flowing with the words. He adjusted his glasses back onto his nose to watch Sparrow storm away. "I'm pretty sure she's angry," he observed in a very sarcastic tone. He sighed, shaking his head. Deciding to drowl on the matter any further, he turned to walk the way Z had went.

[LarayiaHunter]

Tim stood there alone. He sighed, this was such a mess....

[RedBalloon]

The next day at nine in the morning, Ace and Z were in Ace's apartment, which was Lacy's old one before she moved in with Dick that was closer to his work. Z was cooking breakfast for the two of them while Ace sat on the couch with his laptop resting on his knees. The night before, five people had gone missing simultaneously without a trace or direct connection. The five people were a child, the kid's father, a twenty-year-old woman, and two brothers who often frequented Lacy's Bar. He was putting in a little of his own research, out of curiosity for the situation mostly.

[LarayiaHunter]

"I don't really care to see him right now." Senna growled, walking down the street with Tim at her side. "I know the reason why you want to, though." She was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt today and long jeans. Summer had ended, and it was going to be halloween in a few weeks. That meant crime rates were off the charts and Bruce, Dick and the rest of the Bat Fam were exhausted.

Tim groaned, playing with his loose change that sat in both of his side pocket of his jeans. "Senna, I told you, I'm not interested in Z, I'm really not." Senna just glared at him. "Suuuuuuure, Timmy. Say whatever you want." Tim grabbed her by her arm, "Senna," He started before she tore her arm away from him. "Senna, please. I swear there's nothing going on. Besides, we broke up a while ago, you broke it off with me." Senna just kept walking as Tim sighed, following her with his head hung down.

Senna marched into the apartment building and up the stairs to Lacy's old and Ace's new apartment. She knocked at the door.

[RedBalloon]

Ace looked up from his laptop then over to Z. He would stand up to get it, but he was currently impaired by not having his prosthetics equipped. He redirected his attention to the screen as Z walked over to the door. The dark-skinned woman opened the door and greeted the two with a grin. Z was wearing a black fitted, long-sleeved crop top and blue skinny jeans. She gave a little wave then knocked on the wall to get Ace's attention.
Ace turned around to face them, a frown downturning the corners of his mouth. "I thought you weren't talking to me," he blandly stated, looking straight at Senna.

[LarayiaHunter]

Senna walked passed Z without looking at her. "Something more important popped up." She reached for his remote and flipped the TV to the news. A report on the latest disappearance was happening. "It's almost halloween, you know what that means. We need help." She gestured to the tv, which was currently showing a picture of the little boy who had been kidnapped. "I think those five are the five latest victims in a human trafficking program that's being run here in gotham. The big man and Dick are busy with dozens of other cases...so this one is mine to lead." She looked to Ace. "I want you on my team, and as much as I don't like it, Tim too."

[RedBalloon]

Ace looked over to the TV, seeing the news report he was already familiar with. He seemed to glance over to Z for a split-second before looking back at Senna. "Of course I'll help you," he sighed, setting his laptop off to the side. He reached for his prosthetics and locked them into place over the scarred skin of what was left of his leg. "I've already been looking into it."
Z watched the three for a moment before she walked back into the kitchen and put whatever she was making on pause for a while.

[LarayiaHunter]

Senna leaned against the wall, her eye on the T.V. "of course you are." She muttered, her arms crossed over her chest. "Have you found anything important?" Tim asked, standing across the room from Senna, keeping his gaze away from Z.

[RedBalloon]

Ace tilted his head back and forth. "From the surface level, there didn't seem to be anything to give to cause to be captured or killed, but," he started, crossing his arms and legs. "Medical records show that each of the victims have an artificial pancreas device to help with, you know, diabetes and such." He turned his head towards Senna. "That's the only sort of connection I've found so far."
Z silently passed by the group and stopped in front of a doorway. She signed something to Ace but spelled out what she wanted to say, in another language, instead of words. Ace gave her a confused look, even if he did understand what she was saying, before she walked away.

[LarayiaHunter]

Sparrow swing through the buildings, not even looking back towards the building where it happened. She blinked her masked eyes, her face contorted in a mixture of emotions. It was mostly utter rage, but some of it was pain. Even when she and Tim were together, they never...

traitor. That was the only word that came to mind. They weren't even together anymore, but that's how she felt. Betrayed.

Sparrow dropped down into an alleyway and crouched down into the darkest corner, curling up into a ball. Her hansd covered her head, her elbows hiding her shame. "...f***'n...why...why would you do that...?" She whispered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut as warm liquid spilled down her cheeks. She felt so weak, her legs felt like jelly. Sparrow wasn't going to be able to do anything else tonight, she was done. She sniffed, taking a deep breath as she reached up to her communicator: Sparrow to Batman...can you pick me up?" She asked very clearly before giving her location.

[RedBalloon]

Z let a wicked howl of laughter as she watched Sparrow swing away. "So much for that," she purred, sitting up and looking at Tim. "Too bad I used you. She really did like you." It was hard to specify who the 'she' Z was talking about. She stretched out her arms above her head, not caring that she was still indecent, then looked over to the discarded uniforms.
"You might want to cover up before someone finds you," she suggested, becoming lazy with her pronunciation so her words slurred together in her thick French accent. She stood up and, with the help of hands manifested from the shadows, she dressed herself. "That was fun," Z chirped, smiling at Red Robin. "We should do it again." RR was released from her spell, but the dark-skinned woman's eyes were still black and white. Both the eyes and the fact that she could speak hinted that maybe something wasn't right.

[LarayiaHunter]

Red Robin felt himself become clearer, his eyes widening. "Y-You!" He shouted, pointing at Z, looking hurt. He looked over to his uniform and hobbled over, throwing it back on and running over to the edge of the roof, looking out at Gotham. Sparrow was no where in sight. "How could you?" He asked, looking back over his shoulder at Z. "Do you really care that little for people's feelings that you'd use them, hurt them?" He asked, his masked eyes watching her. He knew she was speaking and her eyes were diffrent, he knew that was right. But right now, he didn't care.

He really didn't.

[RedBalloon]

Z snorted, grinning at him. "How could I?" She repeated, letting out a small chuckle. "You didn't seem to be against it. Maybe even enjoyed it!" That led her into a fit of laughter that made her heel over.
"Oh, you humans baffle me!" Z cried out, calming herself so she could breath. "I don't care about any of you! But that's just me." She ran her hands over her purple hair and took a deep breath. "I'm only borrowing this pathetic girl for the time be-" She was stopped short as she seemed to choke on her words. She coughed into her hand, and as she pulled her hand away, there was blood staining her hand. "Uh oh, seems she's fighting back now!" She sighed, dramatically. "I still have some time before I have to give up. Want to go for round two?"

[LarayiaHunter]

Red Robin clenched his fist. "They're just bating you, relax." He said to himself, biting his tongue. He looked at from Z and back out on the city. He took a deep breath through his nose before jumping off the building, spreading the wings of his glider and soared through the streets. Nothing could be done now, it was over.

[RedBalloon]

Z shrugged it off. But as soon as RR left, she heeled over and dropped onto her hands and knees. She was coughing hard, blood splattering onto the ground underneath her. Her eyes drained of the black and return their normal grey. She was shaking now, her throat feeling like it had been scrapped with hot metal and an immense weight of guilt hanging over her. She slowly lowered herself so that she was on her side, knees to her chest and hands over her throat. 'Ace is going to kill me,' was all she could think.

[LarayiaHunter]

Red Robin looked at the streets below, watching the few cars that were out and about. He watched the Batmobile zip down the streets, in the opposite direction of the Wayne manor. He checked his write, a digital screen appearing. Batman, Robin, and Sparrow were in the car. He frowned, shutting the screen down as he landed on a roof. He sighed, feeling like the world's biggest idiot.

[RedBalloon]

A hour later, and Z was confessing what had happened to Ace by writing on a piece of paper. Nothing too in detail, but enough for Ace to understand the sh*t show. "Oh no, Zennie," he breathed out, looking at her with disbelief. "This is bad. Like, really bad." He was honestly at a lose for words. He had an idea of what Tim may be feeling, but he knew for sure Senna was p*ssed.
Z was sitting on the couch of his apartment with Ace standing in front of her. She had her head in her hands and her eyes shut. She had the tightness of guilt and regret weighing her chest down.

[LarayiaHunter]

Suddenly, the door came crashing down. Sparrow sprinted into the apartment, breaking the quiet moment. She raised her leg, kicking Z across the face. She then grabbed her by her shirt and threw her out the window, roaring like a monster. She pointed at Ace. "Stay there, or I'll let her die." She warned, her face twisted into an terrify, ugly look before also jumping out the window. She reached into her pouch, pulling out two grappling hooks. One shot for the roof, the other shot for Z's foot. Luckily for Z, both hooks met their targets. People below screamed and scattered as Z almost hit the ground. The girl dressed in brown then let Z safely drop the ground below.

"How dare you." She growled, her feet hit the pavement. Z's face was already swelling up from the force of Sparrow's boot. "How dare you use him like that!" She yelled, putting out her talons and pointing them at Z. "Don't you know what that meant to him, what that actually was that you did to him!?"

[RedBalloon]

It happened so quickly that Z didn't have time to react. Next thing she knew, she was hanging upside down from the building with her arms covering her head. She looked up at her foot, relieved that something had kept her from dying, but the relief lasted a short time for when she looked back down, Sparrow was pointing weapons at her. She tried to cry "It wasn't me!" but a shock of pain sprinted through her throat where her vocal cords had been cut. She cringed from the pain, a hand gripping her throat. 'I can explain', she mouthed, attempting to make some communication. She had a feeling that Sparrow wasn't willing to listen.