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This is My City...(*open) « Thread Started on Jul 16, 2009, 9:43pm »
(I know it's long, and I'm sorry, but I've wanted to do this for a long time)
Bruce sat at his desk and held is head gingerly on the palms of his hands, comtemplating the night as it dwindled to the twilight stars that had shone brightly on his back. He looked to oblivion and held his hands high in the air, yawning as he got from his seat and started to walk around his lonely mansion. Not a sound other than his feet, not a single stir in the eerie mansion, the one his father built before him, the one that he hated and loved at the same time. I'm tired, he thought. I need to accompany my city, she calls to me, and I to her.
He looked in the sky for a reason to enter the batcave. Alas, there was no bat signal. The night, would not give. Slowly he continued to walk, keeping on his glasses as he stared to the floor.
BANG! His father dropped to the floor.
BANG! The pearls fell to the ground.
SHRIEK! The bats flew towards him, one by one they tormented him, circling around his hurting physical being as they flew away, his father being the guiding light to his safety. And there was Raz, the one who taught him, the one who betrayed him. Bruce was no novice to the art of taking pain, and as he paced his lifeless mansion, he thought more and more of the things that brought him his masochistic principles, at the same time deriving strength from them, in the form of the Dark Knight.
Beep, beep.
The city called him. He looked to the sky, and there was the yellow beauty, the graceful symmetry hitting the sky in an utter gorgeous display, indicating that he had work to do. The night was far from over.
He walked slowly to the bacave, smiling as he got there, nodding to Alfred as he made his way to his suit. He put it on and made his way for the Batmobile.
"Alfred." Alfred then turned around from the computer, looking into the stoic face of Batman, no longer Bruce Wayne, not with the suit. "Tell her...I'll wait for her as long as she needs to." He then proceeded to entering the batmobile and drove off. Alfred waved and smiled, "I will." He went upstairs and retired for the night, deciding Batman did not need help.
Speed. The city had passed him by. Blazing lines coming past him, the people sotpping to stare at the dark wonder, but no one being able to get a good look at the vigilante on a mission. The coordinates, right in front of him. The objective clear: eliminate the targets, stop them from progressing, and use the utmost stealth. Well, this is what he usually did anyway.
He arrived at Standard Bank, where the assailants had been trying to move on foot with their .356 magnums in hand, no doubt loaded. He got the Batmobile out of sight and exited, making his way for the robbers. They were good, they got this far, but I am better.
Batarang. Throw it Wayne. No, throw it, Batman.
He threw it while he was making his way to the top of a building, telegraphing the moves of the robbers. Keen aim led to him knocking one of the guns from robber one.
Grapple hook. Use it to trip the one still armed. Hook it to the top of the building Wayne. How many times do I have to tell you? It's Batman.
With precision timing, we wrapped his grapple hook chord around the other assailant's ankles, dragging him to the top of the small building he was on and bringing him to the roof. There he boudh his arms and left him. On to the other, no gun, no worry. Time to show them why I am the Dark Knight.
The other robber kept on running, breathing hard as he was trying to get away from the cop cars and the Dark Knight, but Batman was right above him the whole time, waiting for him to get away from the main streets with people. This one is mine, and mine alone.
Just as Batman had thought, the robber made his way to the top of the building he was on, climbing ten stories to reach the roof, in seeming safety. Making sure the area was clear, he sat on the ground, brushing his grungy hair and putting down his stereotypical bag of money.
Got him, Bruce. No...
With the robber sitting down, he appeared at him from above, as a dark scepter ready to bring in the coming judgement. He jumped down and landed safely using his bat cape, landing 12 in front of the man, kneeling in a James Brown pose, finally straightening up and standing there still. The man lay there on the floor, in amazement. Without thinking, he got up quickly and tried to get to the edge of the roof, and while holding his bag of money, looked like he was going to jump from where he stood into the empty, non-padded dumpster. Batman knew it was empty, he had checked before he got on top. He grabbed the man before he fell and held him over the roof by the shirt, looking into his eyes. The man dropped the money fron the building and started to quake.
You got him now Bruce. No...
"M-m-man, what are you, who are you, what d'you want?," the man said frantically, finally rethinking his decision to jump. "All I wanted was the cash, and y'got it, what d'you want with me?!" The man then started to shake more. Batman did not answer him.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, Just don't kill me!"
I won't. Bruce, don't. No...
Batman did not answer, and the man stopped shaking so much as he was still dangling over the edge of the roof.
"Wh-who...are...you?"
Tell him you're Bruce Wayne. No...tell him...
"I'm Batman."
Batman then dropped the man, letting him fall halfway to the bottom as he screamed bloody murder. Batman then got out his grapple hook and grabbed him, then pulled him to the roof upside down. He tied his ankles and arms, bounded him as he carried him downstairs. Minutes later he left him on the street corner, next to the other assailant and the two bags of money. Cops arrived shortly, accompanied by Commisioner Gordon, who shook his head at the scene, smiling at the same time.
He made his way back to his Batmobile, cheking the sky again. All clear. But the restlessness did not stop. He continued to drive around, waiting for a reason to prowl the night some more.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #1 on Jul 16, 2009, 10:52pm »
This was Catwoman's city. Museums, banks, apartments, she's taken from them all. Not a care in the world. At one point she was a mousy nobody afraid of the world. Then one night, all of that changed, 1...2....3....and a drop to the floor...screaming all the way. Lifeless on the alley floor snow slowly covering her pale skin. A dying beauty gains no grace.
But what lurks in the shadows, but bringers of life. Cats abound the young woman and began feasting on her fingers, nipping at her legs, breathing life back into the dying flower, but a life hat one should not have to face without proper therapy, "That night everything changed. That night I was killed...and then reborn." A voice says from the shadows.
Who owns such a seductive and sexy voice? Certainly not the same woman who fell that night, but indeed it is. A shadowy figure draped in a shiny fabric, strong as steel, but as flexible as leather, skulks over the Gotham City skyline. A black diamond among a sea of darkness with only the moon and the stars to light the those darkest of corners, "The stars...the single object that I could never have." Says the voice again.
Nights on the rooftops, one must always look to the sky. Tiny diamonds that are unreachable and unattainable. Diamonds, the shadowy figures substitute for the stars she longs for. Without warning, the bright signal shines in the night sky. Compared to the moon, it is of equal brilliance. The shadowy figure recalls her first run in with the man who made that signal responsible. A clown, a grappling hook, and a taser. Batman saved a life that night, but one he wouldn't soon forget.
"That night I became two people....Mild mannered secretary....and crazed cat based thief and vigilante. Tonight, however, I am but a thief, but one who no longer has a problem with duality. I am Catwoman and I am Selina Kyle. I am a mother, sister, thief, vigilante, bounty hunter, secretary, and everything else rolled into one. Tonight I meet the man who once professed his love to me by revealing his identity in order to show me that he knew who he was and that he faced the same problems that I had once faced. Putting on a mask to conceal an identity in order to hide from the world and to think about why we do what we do. Sometimes we work together, sometimes we fight against one another, but we reach the same conclusion..." The fatale says as she continues her lurking on the rooftops.
That night I died and was reborn, tonight I live.....and continue to love.
The sounds of beating and grunting echoes and Catwoman beckons to the sounds made. The black clad vixen with the cat cowl, goggles, whip, boots, and gloves proceeded to watch from the rooftop the sight she saw was one she had hoped to see for the longest time....Batman.
That is Batman, this is Catwoman...who's city was this again?
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #2 on Jul 16, 2009, 11:33pm »
Batman had no sense of time or urgency, the roads had his name printed on them, their black sheen causing his senses to be more on the alert. That night, that night revealed itself to him under the dusk lit environment that smelled of her sweet scent. The scent that he could not wash from the most resistant of clothes, the scent that reminded him of Bruce, the weak man that revealed his identity to a woman, whom in turn did the same in his eyes. He knew her, he wanted her; he did'nt have her, and for good reason.
The road got more intimidating as he thought of his battle with the joking man, the one who did not stop smiling. He grabbed this Joker by the neck of his shirt, and looked into his eyes as he realized something about the two of them: they were both crazed men after something, trying to stop their lives from spinning out of control, trying to stop their fates from going in the wrong direction.
He lay dead to Batman as he continued to drive. To his right, Arkham, home of the criminally insane. Maybe I need to be there too, he thought. Maybe I need to go back to find her. Maybe I truly don't know which 'her' I'm refering to. Either it is my city, or it is my woman, whom I never will have.
Batman snapped out of it and stopped his Batmobile on the road, getting out of it and stopping by a synthetic waterbed. He looked at his reflection in the dark waves, seeing nothing short of a madman in a costume, the type of freak everyone would need, that everyone would reject. Some one like...Bruce.
She was a reject too. Maybe there was something more there than what I lead on. In the midst of his thought, a lovely couple had been coming closer, trying to catch a glimpse of the Dark Knight. He got into his Batmobile and fled off back into the inner city, hoping to find aswers to his questions.
He drove back to the sight of the crime, where he caught the two men, and replayed the incident again and again in his head, many times over. He could not shake the feeling that someone was there with him, watching him as he did his duty.
He looked to the rooftops and wanted to catch a glimpse of her, trying his hardest to adjust his vision, but he squandered this seach and started to climb the rooftops himself, to the highest points of the city until he was given the best vantage point in the safest possible location. There, he waited, and watched over his city...his love...to make sure he could give it either a good night's kiss or a stern punch in the jaw.
For this was his city, at least he thought, and he was Batman. Batman was to never show emotion. Batman was to do his part in the saving of citizens, and not let others get in the way. Bruce could love...Batman could not. His cape fluttered in the wind as he stood in a heroic pose, waiting for the night to come and sweep him away.
Besides, she was a thief. She was my prey, my predator...
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #3 on Jul 17, 2009, 12:13am »
His musk still lingered on the cup of her senses. Here eyes closed in remembrance of the night where the two revealed themselves to each other. Both human beings, both in love, both torn by different codes. This wasn't a game, this wasn't something handled with abandon or uncaring, this was something of great pain, but also great emotion, "Batman has no emotions...So who was it I was falling in love with?...and who was he falling in love with?" She asked herself.
Her eyes scanned from when the batmobile left to the center of the city. She knew he was going to try and find her, it was simple science. Go where the cat goes. Go after what you want. Both of them wanted each other. Both of them were capable of emotion even through the guise of an animal.
Catwoman provided the love in Batmans life, but not Bruce's...and Bruce provided the love in Selina's life, but not Catwoman's. They were both complicated characters, but wanted something so simple, but could Selina's much more calmer state of mind ease Bruce back into her life, or would Catwoman's erratic state of being be enough to push Batman further away...or pull him closer? So many questions needed to be answered, but would fighting solve all of their problems. Would physical contact only be achieved by fighting?
If anyone can answer these questions it's Batman, but how to you get someone to come to you? Easy...go after them. Catwoman had Batman right in her sites. From the moment he left his car to his arrival atop the building. Through an array of acrobatics and swinging stunts, Catwoman made it to the top of the building. She looked at the caped crusader standing stoically as he cape flicked in the wind. She didn't know what emotions were taking over her body, love/hate? good/bad? sick/not sick?
She unsheathed her claws and prepared herself, "Who were you falling in love with?" She asked with the same ferocity she had the night he professed his love.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #4 on Jul 17, 2009, 12:40am »
"Who were you falling in love with?" You, my darling, you and only you. I can take thi sity and give it to the Joker, if it meant I can have you. The citizens don't respect me like you do, they don't love me like you do, and I can nevrlove something like I love you. I will always love you..and never will I again.
Batman turned around and pulled out his batarang, not throwing it at Catwoman. She stood there in all of her glory, seductive and sweet as ever, like the chocolates that had been given to him when he was a child, a gift from the sweetest girl in town, Rachel. Rachel was gone, and Catwoman was here.Forever more, forever more. He looked into her eyes and saw his passion reignited in multiple ways. He wanted to share that same emotion he did when they had connected. He longed to take off his mask and show her the face of Gotham's most feared, yet most wanted. He wanted to show her everything as he looked into those dazzling eyes and became mezmerized. Always, and never.
"Batman does not fall in love, he only does what he needs to do to protect people. And you, are a thief and a killer. I take people like you down with a passion for the law, a passion for my people. I serve them, and you take away from them. I am here to stop you, and you are here to...stop me."
Batman could not form his sentences the way he wanted to, with the words coming out semi choppy and lacking cohesion. He then looked into her eyes and desired nothing more than to be left alone. He did not want to fight her on this night, and would not goad her into one. If she did so, than he would accept, but he did not want to fight his true love, not tonight. He put his batarang away and turned back to the view of the city, the light shining brightly in the foggy haze of crushing darkness.
"You know me, I serve the ones down there, and they serve me in turn. I do nothing more, nothing less." He hid all of his emotion from her, remembering the code, remembering the words of many before him. He remembered his parents dying, and realized why it is he cannot stay attached.
He then turned his head again in her direction. "Do you know what it's like to kill someone exactly like you?" For a moment, an image of the Joker passed through his mind. He suppressed it quickly and continued to look stoic in the presence of his soul mate. He was destined to do this forever, in their city.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #5 on Jul 17, 2009, 11:30am »
Catwoman got within a foot of where Batman was standing. His body language was always misleading, but then again he was always the stoic stalwart hero. He turned to look at her and their eyes met. It was as if time had stood still. Sure Batmans eyes were covered by black darkness, but his eyes still gleamed in the moonlight. This was meant to be, but forbidden at the same time. When he turned back to look at the city he then spoke of how Batman doesn't fall in love and that Catwoman was a thief and a killer and how he has his codes and she has hers and that both collide in a bad way. The feline fatale walked closer to him. She unsheathed her claws and continued to listen.
His sentences were as Batman would say them, simple and barbarian like, but with a touch of heroic vigor. He continued to speak of how he serves the people. Catwoman didn't want to speak to him until he was finished and almost always Batman was only finished when an eerie silence would follow.
He turned his head back to her and asked about killing someone like her, or him...a masked villain. Schreck was a masked villain, he was always hidden behind a mask of peace and sincerity. Underneath that mask was a monster who would stop at nothing to get his way. He stopped his talking and Catwoman was prepared to let loose. She walked right next to Batman, she spun him around, which was no small feat and slapped him, "Batman doesn't know love? How can you say that with a straight face? And for the record I am not a killer. Thief? Ok, that I'll allow, but I only kill when the victim deserves it. You're my best witness to that. And me? Here to stop you?...Don't even go there...I just like making you work to get to me...that's not stopping you...that's loving you." She said taking her goggles off, but the mask of the cats eyes still remained over her cheeks and nose and forehead.
"You love the chase, you love protecting, I love giving you the chase and taking protected items." She said trying to reason with the unreasonable.
She then recalled when he spoke of the people, "And as soon as you slipped up they were prepared to take you down. I remember that night me and Oswald conspired against you...they all assumed you killed that girl and as soon as those cops got up the stairs they opened fire. Gordon was the only one who told them not to....and that was because he was your friend." She continued.
"And of course I know what it's like to kill someone like me. Schreck was the same way. Masked by kindness and calm, but once you got him alone he was a regular cretin who could do anything with no qualms of who he harmed...You KNOW this!" She said getting frustrated with him.
It was a long time before Catwoman thought she would be the one reasoning with him. Usually it was him telling her what to do and what not to do, "I couldn't live with being with you because I don't like to use people. I wasn't meant to be waited on...I like doing things by myself. If I chose to be with you it would mean that I couldn't be a thief anymore. I wouldn't have a purpose. You would end up telling me that I couldn't be Catwoman anymore....prove me wrong." She said giving him the ultimatum.
"If you love me as much as you do, you would take me as I am. As Selina and as Catwoman. I've always loved you Bruce....and Batman...." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
She then turned around and began walking to the edge of the building preparing to leave, it was up to Batman....and Bruce now.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #6 on Jul 17, 2009, 1:50pm »
The Gotham Chronicles was a dinky little paper. Raoul Duke had nothing else to do and he had run out of money and so he had stopped when he had seen the 'help wanted - must be able to stand caped cursaiders, Catwoman and Jokes'.
Not exactly knowing what the writer of the sign meant, but not caring in the least. A job was a job and in this town, well, jobs were plenty. Or so it seemed. Though, he had heard about all the bank roberies and the home invasions. It didn't seem like a safe town to live in. But, he had been in worse places. Las Vegas for one. Running from a tab at one hotel just to wrack up another just across the street - well -that took some balls. Thought, he blamed that one on his Attorney which he made to pay in the end anyway. The man was a fucking nusance. Honestly!
Either way, Raoul had walked into the paper's office and asked for th ejob. He ignored the whores and the pimos who watched him, they were as finely worn as the city itself. Cold, damp, dark...depressed. That was what he felt, also, Fear. There was fear here. Too many people taking advantage of the little people. Others going hungry, some not being able to pay their bills.
It was a crying shame to take from those people. Raoul decided. But, he needed the money too. He'd have to start up a charity thing for these lower than dirt poor bastards. The lot of them needed help and it wasn't helping when their whole saving went into some robbers bag. That wasn't cool.
Sure, he couldn't really judge. After all, he did do drugs. But he didn't steal to keep up the habit. It was just a pain in the ass to go through withdrawals every other month!
He had enough money for a motel for a week before payday and a mission; Get an Interview with Catwoman or Batman for the next round of publishing. Oh goody, now he could be concidered part of the papparazi.
Well, he had his bat-swatter, maybe that would ward off any violence this Batman would put forth. Out into the night he walked. The car would possibly be gone by morning. The shark was a total eyesore in these streets, the bright red clashed with the darkening fear. Oh well, he had all that he needed. He'd get a flight back to L.A. when he was done here.
But first. He needed to clear his curiosity. Gotham was the sort of city where everyone figured he'd like. So, far, he wasn't sure what to think of it. He had only gotten those first tentative looks that outsiders give those on the in. The sort of looks where they are taking it all in stride but sooner or later they'd go loony because of some freaky circumstances that they hadn't foreseen. The sort of looks that made people on the inside want to cap those looking in through the open, ground floor windows.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #7 on Jul 18, 2009, 12:24am »
Her words were simple yet clear, and her kiss was practical, yet divine in it's approach and execution. He had longed for her once more, and loved being turned around by her so forcefully. He loved her words, and hated the fact she was preparing to leave. I want her, and not the city, but the city needs me, he thought to himself as he stared at her assets, exfoliated by the skin tight leather that made his inner teenager curl up whenever he laid eyes upon the goddess-like body. Bruce could not stand the sight of her goign to take an absence again, only to think of her once more in the night and crave a more fruitful existence with her in it. But Batman, on the other hand, knew it was a necessity to let her go, to leave her, in order to protect his people.
As he contemplated his dilemma, he touched his face and answered her questions, however minimally. "I do know who you are, and I know the people I am. If one thing could ever be apparent, it's that we are meant for each other." Batman then took off his mask, and in his mind, he became Bruce once more. He walkied over to Catwoman, mask in hand, and held her on her arm, caressing it slowly and subtly at the same time.
"I have never been the type to let something go, never the type to forget the ones I kill. I remember all of their faces, the faces of evil, the ones I needed to stop. And if one day Batman was to add you to that list, then my life would cease, becoming one with the common wind, a breeze into an unwilling jet stream." Bruce then pulled her closer to him, realizing that he was letting emotions take over instead of his call to duty. A part of him wanted to continue, and the other part needed him to stop. For once, he didn't know which one to listen to.
He then put his mask back on and looked her in the eyes as he put his arms around her. "This is the city I need to protect, and you are the woman I need to apprehend. We are to fight for the rest of the time we are alive, unless you decide to straighten up and become a person who gives, not takes away. Until then, I cannot love you."
Batman then brought her closer to his mouth, holding his head to the side and bringing in his lips for a kiss. He did so successfully, not caring to see her reaction to his bold move. The serenity it brought him was far too much like the best extacy to let go away, so he persisted in the lip locking. When he had enough, he pulled his lips away and turned himself around, taking his arms from her body and putting them back to his side.
"I am Batman, and I need these people, as they need me. I forgive them for their sins, and I will not let evil rest while I am here and alive. Batman is forever, and we...are never." He then walked to the opposing side of the roof and prepared himself to take off into the night, heeding the call of a scream he had heard in the distance. He looked back to see if she would stop him.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #8 on Jul 19, 2009, 6:09pm »
When Batman began to speak it was like Bruce was trying to make his presence more know to her. As if Bruce was talking and no longer Batman. She turned back to him and listened to to his words intently. He spoke of knowing who each other was. Both of them knew that, as Bruce, they were meant for one another, but as Batman there could be nothing but a few good chases...and a few passionate kisses on rooftops, "I know we were meant for each other, Bruce...Nobody knows that better than me, but our codes clash, you know that, and I know that. We're just going to continues this game until one of us surrenders our cowl. I steal because it's a way of life, you protect because it's a way of life. Doesn't mean that we can't dance a few times." She said with a smirk.
When he took her arm the feel was tough, but loving, and the caress was sweet and caring. She looked to him and as it always will be. The cat and the bat on top of a rooftop just staring at each other. When he took his mask off, however, Catwoman knew that she was talking with Bruce, "There's no need to kill, we both know that. I deplore it, you deplore it...you killed because if you don't...people will continues to be murdered at those psychopaths hands...You know how I am." She said keeping her eyes on what the dark knight was doing.
"...I'm not a villain nor a hero...And don't even think to call me a female Robin Hood...the money that I make and take may go to animal rights organizations and a few churches here and there, but some of it..." She kept talking, but before she knew it Batman held her in a very tight and very loving lip lock.
Catwomans eyes closed and as Batman's arms wrapped around her, hers wrapped around him. The lip lock was perfect. Two people, meant for each other, kissing under the stars. As it slowly reached it's decline, Catwoman felt her body leaving Batmans, it was a feeling that wasn't terrible and the didn't feel permanent. As Batman continued his speech, he spoke as if he were a pastor forgiving people for their sins, "You're not the Pope, Batman...Just someone who doesn't want the same thing that happened to him...happen to someone else." She said watching him walk to the other side of the roof.
Catwoman snickered. She then put her goggles as the screams persisted. She followed Batman and then said to him simply, "When we're through with those thugs down there...I have to introduce you to my daughter....and one more thing...never say never." She said kissing him on the cheek again and then using his back as a spring board.
Catwoman leaped into the night air, the feeling of fulfillment flowing throughout her body. When she landed in the alley, on top of one of the thugs, she noticed that it was 10, that's including the one she was on top of, against 1 innocent woman, "You 10 strong men against one little girl, why don't we even the odds." She said unsheathing her claws.
"10 claws...ten men." With that she proceeded jump stomp on the man was was on already.
"Us 5 will get the girl! The other 5...take care of this cat-broad!" The leader said leaving his senior officer with 4 others.
"How nice..." She said smirking as she cartwheeled off of the man squishing his bulge with her hands, proceeding to do a handstanding split, knocking out two of the 4 standing. So long since Catwoman has seen or been in a good fight.
MEANWHILE
The young girl went screaming around the corner, only to be caught by the other 5 thugs, "Please..." she sobbed, "Leave me alone!" She said continuing to cry.
BACK AT THE ALLEY
"AWW...my BaLlS!!!" shouted one of the thugs still lying on the floor clutching his private parts. The other two knocked out by the boots the cat chick kicked them with. Only two remained.
Catwoman was enjoying this so much that she didn't even notice that one of the thugs put her in a half nelson, "You boys think you're pretty hot shit, doncha?" She said looking at the senior officer who was pacing back and forth, "Yea I think we're pretty ok...when we take care of you, do you know how much our street cred will sky rocket?" She said punching her in the stomach.
Catwoman thought this guy was a joke, this whole gang thing was a joke, the fact that she was in a headlock, was a joke. When the fist came, Catwoman just smiled. She leaned backwards and kicked the senior officer square in the jaw, "Bout...that high?" She said being released from the other thugs grip. She then came down on top of the other morons feet, the pain was enough to have Catwoman break free from the hold. She spun around quickly with a round house kick to the other thugs face. Catwoman smiled at the work she did and skipped out of the alley to see how things were looking.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #9 on Jul 20, 2009, 2:42pm »
It was the night that would not let him rest, the call of his city screaming in his dreams as he saw Catwoman disappearing into the night air. Her seductive body let him know there was a job to do, and he let himself know the same thing as he jumped down from the building towards the street below, where there was nothing much happening. He knew, however, how the Catwoman operated, and waited on an awning until some of the thugs came running out of the alleyway (there seemed to be many of them, and he heard that five were staying in the alley to take care of one and the other five were going to take care of the other around the corner, where he was) where they had the innocent victim tied in a corner. Wrong night for a rape. Wrong night to be near this building. Wrong night to fear the Batman.
As he waited, they were right on que. A woman came from the alley, with five other men running up to her and catching her. "Please, leave me alone," she begged, crying and screaming as they fondled her. Batman could take no more of the girl's punishment, and when they had reached a certain point, almost right under him, he jumped from the awning and hit the ground, kneeling to conceal himself from the thugs.
"Eh, who's this Joka?" all of the men then looked into their pockets and got out knives. "Please, please don't hurt me too!," she said to Batman, but he did not say anything in return. She than began to cry some more as the thugs stood in their tracks, one of them coming from behind her and holding a knife to her neck. The others sharpened their knives and approached the Batman.
"We gon' have some fun wit' ya too, freak," one of the degenerates said in return. "Prepare to meet Him in the dark!" Thug one then stepped to the still kneeling Batman, knife in hand as he moved closer and closer. "Wait, Bonsy, don't you think this might be..."
"Who? Batman? Who cares? He's kneeling there like an idiot, he's asking for...," BAM. Bonsy hit the floor, fast, and was knocked out cold.
"Hey! We got the wench 'ere! We gonna kill her if you even touch one of us battie!"
Oh great, he thought. They knew of him. This was to be expected, as his presence has been no secret to the eyes of Gotham's most and least notorious. He then got up to a standing position and smiled to the girl. "Everything will be alright. Not for them, though." He then pulled his arm and the four other men had dropped to the floor, with the one holding the girl at knife point not being able to scratch the girl at all. He then puled them closer to him, all of them cursing and screaming at the same time.
In 2 seconds, they were hanging 5 feet from the ground level of the building. Batman then walked over to them and punched them all in the face once, knocking them out cold one by one. He hoisted them five feet higher off of the floor, leaving them there and going over to the girl, whom was scared straight from the events of the past ten minutes.
"TH-Thank you, Batman." She then hugged him, and he responded back, putting his arms around her body. Her smootheness reminded him of the woman right across the corner, whom was no doubt taking care of business in her own special way. Gotham had a way of presenting itself in the same way every night.
He then took his arms from her and looked in her eyes. "Run along now, miss. Try not to get into more trouble, and stay away from this area from now on." She nodded and went to kiss him on the lips. It was very quick, and very sweet. She ran off as he touched his lips, amazed that he had just been kissed by two people in one night. He then looked over to the five thugs.
"Don't let me catch you around here again." He proceeded to walk towards the alleyway to see what Catwoman was up to.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #10 on Jul 23, 2009, 5:47pm »
A kiss, the single most solitary symbol of a persons love for someone. A ring is just a precious metal that costs too much, but a kiss...that's sacred.
Catwoman watched as Batman took care of his five thugs. He was a vision in black with a long cape. His moves were so fluid and his stature was staunch and tall. It made Catwomans ruby lips curl into a devilish smile. A cat like grin that only Batman can make her do. She felt something on her leg and it was only Miss Kitty, "Well hello..." She said holding the cat in her arms petting it gently.
The only thing that would make this evening better would be if the Joker showed up, "Heath didn't do him enough justice....he was supposed to be an artist...why dwell." She said to herself.
The fighting had ceased and Batman had saved the poor girl. Catwoman let Miss Kitty go home, but not before the cat hissed at what Batman was doing, "What's the matter girl?" She said looking up and seeing Batman in a lip lock with the girl he saved.
Miss Kitty scurried home and Catwoman went after Batman. Catwoman didn't know whether to boil or stew. The man she loved had just kissed another woman. Was that to show her that there would be no Bruce and Selina, was it to get back at her for kissing Max, was it just because the girl wanted to kiss the dark Knight. Catwoman was just grinding her teeth. Seething with anger as the caped crusader with the bat cowl made his way over to her, she just took her whip and snapped it once as a warning. She glared at Batman, "The Batman doesn't have emotions?" She said snapping her whip again, it swirled making two snapping sounds.
Catwoman just continued to glare at Batman, if he went to grab her she would lash out in more ways than one, "I took care of the other five....feel free to take the credit." She said turning back into the alley and prepared herself to leave, yet again.
Catwoman wasn't upset about the kiss, but Selina was...and Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #11 on Jul 24, 2009, 12:13pm »
Dark. The city was dark and any number of assault charges could be levered against those in the shadows. Shifty, dirty, desperate people who needed to make a living but were held back by the economy and politicians who were just as shifty and dirty as these people.
It's a hard thing to think about. Gotham, the city of Batman. The city of darkness and the city of desperation. Any number of people have left, their dreams shattered. Kisses imparted in this night, just to be broken for whims unknown and wishes unseen. I walk through this mist of fright and loathing. I can feel it in my bones...it is in the eyes of those girls who work the streets and leave with virtual strangers. Their lives are to end, this night or another, it is only but a matter of time. Time that no one has.
Raoul lent back in his chair. He sat at a local bar with a cup of rum in front of him and his cigarette dieing out. He took it from its holder and replaced it with a new cigarette that he lit up almost immediately. The bar was quiet, it was three in the morning and most people were home asleep before another day started.
A day of Bank robberies and any other crime that the shadows could think of out of desperation. Before him was a spotted piece of paper for the first and only draft of this article. He hated editing, and his own writing style prohibited that step of the writing process that had become such a bane of a writer's life. Which was why he wrote everything as close to the dead line as possible so that there was no time for editing.
Never mind the fact that any number of strays can also be found. Young kids trying to survive while their parents drink and drug themselves to death. Immature behavior like that should have no place in society. Not even Batman, from all that I have heard, can help. He seems to be the Monster for these Monsters. He is their downfall if he ever gets wind of their ever greedy hands. His voice alone, from what I have been told, would freeze one's blood in their veins.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #12 on Aug 18, 2009, 5:43pm »
Batman had realized that what the young woman had done to him was more than a bit unappropriate in the eyes of Catwoman. Like the feisty feline fatale she was, she lashed out at him, and in anger, tried to walk away, however slowly. Batman then started to walk after her and grabbed her on the arm to make sure she did not go too far. He had feelings for her, not for the woman who had kissed him, though he was hard pressed to tell her so. He looked into her eyes as he turned her around, and wanted to go in for the kiss. However, he thought against that and looked away, as he did not want to piss her off more than he already had.
"Thank you, for the help," he said to her, showing little emotion other than traces of love and happiness, which was due to his being in her presence. "All day, every day, people want a piece of Wayne. They want a piece of Batman, and I can do little to stop that." He then looked around to the city, which was dirty, dingy, and in need of repair, one that Batman knew he could not supply.
"This city needs me, and you know this. But the last thing I want to do is lose..." Just at that moment a car had been speeding by, with passengers shooting at the both of them before they passed on down the street. As the bullets neared them, Batman had put himself in front of the fire and covered Catwoman from head to toe by tackling her to the floor, making sure she was alright by laying atop of her for seconds afterwards as they lie on the ground.
As he was on top of her, he made more comments. "And this is exactly what I mean," he said as he got himself up and then helped Catwoman up. "What do you say? Wanna help me again? I'l give you the credit this time." He said this with a low smirk, taking in the smell of the city as he started to walk to his batmobile, hoping the feline fatale would follow him.
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Re: This is My City...(*open) « Reply #13 on Aug 19, 2009, 10:52pm »
Catwoman felt the grip on her arm and wanted to spin around slashing Batmans face again, but she hadn't the strength nor the desire to lash out quite so violently, besides if she were to slash at his face....he would be quick enough to grab her arm before the sharp metal touched his rubber mask.
Catwoman felt the pull and tried to break free, but his hold was much too strong for her to break free from, "Ever think about selling your parts to the public?" She said being flirty, but sarcastic at the same time.
And just when she thought that Bruce was trying to be romantic she...and he were cut short by a bunch of idiots causing a ruckus from their car. Catwoman was tackled to the ground and Batmans heavy body was on top of her for a few seconds after the car sped by shooting bullets left and right, "So this is your definition of foreplay?" She said as she was pulled up.
She wrapped her arms around Batmans neck, "You worry about me too much." She said pulling him in for a quick kiss.
When asked to go after the car with the guns Catwoman snickered, "And what if I decide not to...rob a museum...help Batman...either way I'll be stuck in your company." She said with a smirk as she body wrapped her whip around her and skipped into the Batmobile.
"Don't tell Gordon...I think he'd have a heart attack if he knew I was working alongside you." She said sitting herself comfortably in the passenger seat.
"This where your life partner the boy-blunder sits?" She asked in a very cheeky and seductive way.
She didn't know Robin personally, but she knew of him...and meeting him would be quite the entertaining fiasco.
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