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Post by Oracle on Feb 25, 2012 16:39:53 GMT -8
After sitting there with Question for the duration of the evening, Barbara could just... tell. After seemingly 'spilling his guts' to her, it really seemed to take a lot out of him.
True. She couldn't see the expression on his face, but his typical disheveled body language seemed to be even more disheveled at this point.
"Resting your head might be the best thing for you." she commented back to him after a few moments. "Should anything pops up and I need your assistance with, I'll be in contact. I'll let you know if I find anything of importance.
"You have a good night, Q."
Upon hearing the doors to her loft open, she watched her security cameras as Question faded off into the night. As she turned back to her monitor array, she rubbed the side of her cheek.
"Better make some more coffee..." She said, grabbing her mug and heading back to the kitchen.
"Computer. Grid up. Dignify all operative locales."
Time for Oracle to get back to burning the midnight oil..
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Post by Black Canary on Feb 25, 2012 17:47:59 GMT -8
At this point Dinah was almost praying for some random mugger or gang member to approach her, she needed some real action this jogging wasn't doing it for her.
After turning a corner to find yet another empty alleyway Dinah couldn't help but feel that she was being watched. Doing her best not to let her stalker know she was on to him she surveyed the area trying to locate them.
Either this guy was really good or Dinah was really paranoid...she shrugged it off for now and continued further into the depths of Gotham's finest alleyways. Finally after what seems like hours Dinah gets a potential client.
"Damn Girl! Somebody needs to write explosive on you, because you are the bomb!"
" Really? that is the best you can come up with?" she just shakes her head and try to jog by but he quickly moves to block her path.
"why are you in such a hurry there hot stuff? give me the time to do better for ya." His eyes run up and down her body.
"yeah I don't think so..." she again tries to move past him but this time he gets a little rough throwing her against the wall and pinning her. Dinah can't help but smile.
"whatcha smiling at girly?" he presses a little harder. "this is not going to end well for you"
"on the contrary" with a quick movement Dinah easily frees herself and turns the tables on him pinning him against the wall. "you picked the wrong girl to mess with" she lets go of him waiting for his reaction.
"what the....ohh its on now bitch" he takes a swing at her.
Dinah easily avoids his clumsily thrown punch and counters with one of her own followed by a knee to the ribs and an elbow to the back.
"you know if you actually treated a lady right you wouldn't have to hide in an alleyway waiting for some girl to come along and kick your ass". She backs off a little giving him room to get up.
The thug was surprised by her strength but was in no way going to loose to a girl. He gets up and rushes her trying to pin her to the wall. Dinah waits for him to get close enough to her, grabs him and uses his momentum to throw him into the alley wall. He drops to the ground out cold.
"oh come on really?" that was barley enough to get her heart racing. She sighs. Looks like she wasn't going to be getting the action she was hoping for tonight.
Turning back to the path that would take her to the hotel she still can't shake the feeling that she is being watched. She looks up and around but can't seems to pinpoint anything. She shrugs it off again and head back to her room to get some much needed rest.
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Post by Question on Feb 25, 2012 19:29:44 GMT -8
Somewhere between midnight and dawn, I woke at first unsure of everything. At least I remembered to remove my 'face' before exhaustion sent me into a less than restful REM cycle aka sleeping. I unpack a series of items often put to use for the board. It would this time cover the conspiracy set in motion by Noah Kuttler and his associates. Doubtless this is a race against time or so I imagine there's a countdown.
There is Calculator and there is Oracle. Opposites even in the digital world.
Black Canary and Green Arrow - their reunion seems likely. Still recent past events will likely have bearing on what transpires though again I'm more on a theory assumption than on an indisputable fact.
As for what other villains will align themselves with Calculator, I have my suspicions. As for how accurate I am with them, that remains to be seen.
Still I can't just do nothing even though past actions have left me with a little less of myself and a little more of those I feel I have failed.
Lastly could Calculator find someone to match against me?
He's done such things before in the past yet so has Spy Smasher with the Secret Six.
Creatures of habit. Need more sleep.
The only way to see the writing on the board is black light. I switch off all lights including the black light. Not quite invisible ink, but it will do for now.
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Post by Question on Feb 27, 2012 13:06:33 GMT -8
Faces. Names. Possibilities. Strings.
Another prospective criminal to pay a visit to would be the former Doctor Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow. Known for both his fear and fearless gases. Too much of either is fatal to say the least. Fear isn't the real danger to my mind with him. The real danger is what his gas will do to me in tandem with the aerosol and my faceless mask. Will it make me too afraid thus unable to act as I should or will it make me unafraid hence putting myself in mortal danger?
Worse would be to endanger others or even Scarecrow for that matter. He more than once gassed Batman with varying consequences still the relentless man under the cowl broke through it. Exception being the fearless gas, Robin had to undo that one. Will have to accomodate for all methods used by the self-styled Fear Himself.
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Post by Green Arrow on Feb 28, 2012 1:31:52 GMT -8
Behind the rooftop entrance to one of Gotham's nearest buildings, Green Arrow stepped out, looking down as Canary walked out of the alleyway, the victor.
Damn, he enjoyed watching his girl fight.
If there was one thing that was easy to do, it was to turn on Oliver Queen. He was a horndog, and would be the first to admit it. Even before he met Dinah, Oliver was a ladies man, finding himself on a non-stop quest for tail long before he began a non-stop quest for justice.
Old habits die hard.
One of Oliver's favorite memories actually involved one of the first time he got to experience Dinah's fighting skills, up close and personal. She called in a 'sparring session'. He called it 'a first class ass kicking'. He never stood a chance. First roung knock out compliments of the Black Canary. But there was a moment...one brief moment where the sparring session turned into a wrestling match. Dinah, laid back on the mat inside the Justice League training room. Oliver, on top of her. His hands holding her wrists, pinning her down. Both heavy breathing. Gazing into eachothers eyes. A kiss. A first kiss. Oliver had known the touch of a woman's lips before, but he had never known love until that moment. It was magical. Worth the feel of leather-bound black stiletto heels jamming into his ribcage and flinging him across the room. Moments later, he looked up and saw her. His pretty bird, smile on her face, offering him a hand back to his feet. Clearly, it was good for her too.
Happier times.
More innocent times.
Now, he was a shell of his old self, afraid of his own past, and lacking the personal bride to admit how he was scared to face the music. If Dinah knows he was still alive, she would put two and two together. She's a smart woman. Too smart for her own good. She would know that Oliver killed Merlyn, and she would know he was a murderer.
Better to be a dead saint then a living murderer.
It was all he could do now. Stay to the shadows and watch. Observe. Live vicariously through his friends and former teammates.
Still, nights like this, at least he could still get a first class viewing of a classic ass-kicking.
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Post by Oracle on Mar 2, 2012 23:13:18 GMT -8
Barbara had been in a loss of what to do for the last forty-five minutes as she continued to stay at Misfit's side. The thoughts swimming through her head of the events that could have transpired while Misfit was out on patrol was staggering.
If anything, she was more in a state of anger and worry.
Barbara slipped away briefly and headed back to the kitchen to fetch a pitcher of water and a glass. Just in case Charlie happened to rouse and needed a little bit of something to help keep her senses stable. As she made her way back into the room, she set the pitcher down on the bedside and activated her com-link.
"Dinah....? Something's happened-- it's Charlie..." She frowned. Her hand slipping back into Charlie's own hand. "Can you come over?"
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Post by Black Canary on Mar 2, 2012 23:23:45 GMT -8
Dinah was just about back to the hotel when the sudden voice inside her head made her jump. It had been so long since she had worn her coms, she had grown used to the silence.
"yeah i'm on my way". Dinah turned east and headed to the tower picking up her pace. It had been a long time since Dinah had seen Oracles young protege. She hoped everything was okay...
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