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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 12, 2010 2:32:29 GMT -5
Streets of Gotham
Not long after the Outsiders scattered, a hail of green light came falling from three nearby buildings - the energy blasts of the Thanagarian weapons, unleashing hell upon the high-class streets. At least six shooters, firing rapidly, likely from multiple weapons each, laying waste to pavement throughout the area. One of the first blasts hit Reed in the back, another exploding at his feet, sending him flying like a rag doll through the air. Seelie, from cover, called out, "Reed!" but was unable to break from her cover to go to him.
The hail of weapon fire lasted less than a minute, and when it was done, Croc had vanished, likely making it into the sewers in the confusion, and the pavement was marked with well over two hundred holes, each nearly a meter wide.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 12, 2010 13:56:29 GMT -5
A few blocks away
Reed landed with a hard thud, created a sizeable hole in the pavement. It took him a minute to get his bearings, and than he laid still a little while longer to make Intergang believe they had completed their task. He than crawled out of the rubble, dusting himself off and clutching his side, feigning an injury.
The Rooftops
The moment she saw Reed crawl out of the hole, Bast let out a sigh of relief. She than made her way back into her penthouse, slipping through the very window Croc and Raheem had burst through. She quickly changed back into her nightgown and went to comfort her tiger.
"Hush baby, it's going to be all right." She said soothingly as she stroked his fur.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 14, 2010 17:20:41 GMT -5
Selena's Apartment
A loud WHOOSH of air sounded from outside the broken window, and the Batmobile descended, its jets holding it aloft adjacent to the window. The driver's door opened, and the slight form of Robin stepped calmly past the shattered glass. "Don't tell me I missed all the excitement..."
Selena looked over at Robin, her eyes wide with amazement. She wasn't sure anyone would of responded to her cat-emergency signal, but apparently someone had. "You did, but don't fret. I think they're going to try again. Croc and Bane are working for Intergang, and apparently have decided that killing me was just the way to start." Her voice was soft as she looked down at Raheem, and tried to soothe his struggles.
Robin moved over and knelt down, producing a small packet from his utility belt. "Painkillers. Not sure they'll do much good; they're strengthed for humans and the cat's a good bit bigger than we wer." He looked to Raheem. "Don't think this means I like you. I like the tiger."
Selena smirked slightly as she took the painkillers and quickly examined them. She than disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a needless syringe willed with water and the crushed painkillers. She sat back down by Raheem's head and began to feed him the medicine. "Of course you like him. You would of been proud. My baby here took on Killer Croc by himself til they fell through the window." She glanced at Robin, and smiled. "I know you don't like me. I understand why. But I appreciate you coming by."
"Alfred threatened me with Brussels sprouts." He rose to his feet. "Sounds like we'll be going after Croc and Bane, then." At the thought of Bane, a hint of fear crossed Robin's eyes - not there for very long at all, before his face hardened agan. "They don't have a chance."
Selena rose to her feet as well, and extended her hand for him to shake. "I expect them to come after me again. Bane isn't the type to leave a job unfinished. I am going to let the media believe I am staying at the Gotham Hilton until repairs are complete." When Robin took her hand to shake, she instead pulled him into a hug. "Of course they don't have a chance. We all have Bruce watching over us, don't we? That will give us the strength we need."
He dusted himself off. "Now I'll have to find a way to get the cat hair off..." Shaking his head, he offered, "Ride to where you'll actually be staying?"
Selena smiled, wiping her eyes. "Use Duct tape. Works wonders on getting cat hair off. And I would appreciate that. Though, We'll have to move Raheem too. Help me get him on a stretcher?"
Robin moved to help Selena with the big cat.
-Joint Post Robin and Bast!
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Post by Myridd on Mar 14, 2010 20:42:32 GMT -5
The Outsiders Hideout
Twelve hours after Robin had dropped her off and aided her in getting Raheem gently inside, Selena was finally leaving the room she had made into her own animal hospital. She was dead tired, but optimistic about Raheem's outlook.
Broken left foreleg, five broken ribs, muscle tears, bruising through out, airway had become obstructed, but a simple surgery has remedied that. My brave little boy should be up and about in a few weeks. Back to full health in a few months maybe. Either way, I'm proud of him. Luckily he seems to understand he needs to be still while getting the intravenous painkillers and antibiotics to fight off infections. I'll come check on him in a few hours. Right now, I need some rest.
She made her way to the bedroom that Oracle had dedicated to her, and she quickly showered and dressed in the sleeping gown she had brought with her. She than flipped out her cell phone, and made a call to Wayne Manor.
She was hoping Alfred would pick up, so she could thank him for sending Damien, as well as inquire about her three house cats still currently in his care.
Owen's House
Owen Reed had quickly fallen asleep once he returned home, slept a few hours, and went to the ER to take on the last five hours of a coworker's shift. He was just now returning home.
He was only a bit sore from the blast to the back.
Owen flipped open his cell phone and dialed Tim's number.
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Post by amstard on Mar 15, 2010 7:08:43 GMT -5
Tim was at home, sitting on his couch, watching the news on Channel 12 about the attack.
He answered his cell phone, which rang with "It's Raining Men."
"Hello? Hey. No, no problem. Nah, I'm not doing anything right now. Sure, I can be there. See you then."
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Post by Myridd on Mar 15, 2010 13:46:26 GMT -5
Gotham Park, Basketball courts.
Owen Richards was waiting for Tim to arrive, idly shooting hoops by himself. A group of high school age thugs were hanging around the park's gate, giving him the eye. Probably spotted him for the rich doctor that he was, and were probably gauging whether or not they could take him.
This didn't bother Owen. He would just teach them a lesson if they tried. He was more interested in talking to Tim. He liked that guy.
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Post by amstard on Mar 15, 2010 13:52:52 GMT -5
Tim pulled up in his 2009 Toyota Prius, parked it, Clubbed it, locked it.
<<Ring, keep an eye on the car. This is Gotham, after all.>>
Jogging over to the courts, he saw Owen shooting solitaire. He grinned, vaulted the fence, and shouted a greeting to his friend. As he approached, he said, "So, what's up? You feeling okay after...your accident?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 15, 2010 19:44:12 GMT -5
Outsiders hideout
Robin sat in the dining room, eating the sandwich Barbara had brought for lunch, when Seelie came in. "Hey... you're Robin, right? I didn't expect you'd be sticking around."
Robin shrugged. "Oracle asked Batman for my help, so here I am. Going to head out to find Croc after I eat."
Seelie blinked. "Shouldn't we work together on this?"
Robin shook his head. "You'd get in my way. The cat's got no powers, Fang just shrugs things off, and your Lantern needs a Green to use what he's got, so them not being able to take Croc out last night is excusable. Not everybody is Batman. But you... Oracle says you've got as much magic in your finger as Zatanna's got period. Either you or Booster, alone, should match Croc. With the skill of backup you've got, he should have gone down fast and hard, and the DA should be in court right now making the futile argument that Arkham can't hold him. You're pathetic, fairy-girl, and you're not a hero. You're barely qualified to be a sidekick. No, I'm going to call Reed and Torch, let Catwoman see to her pet, and go take out Croc."
Seelie blinked. He's half my age at most and what he says stings... "You're wrong, and you don't understand magic. It's not how much you've got that matters most times; it's what kind you have, and the kinds I had then could kill, or they could be just as effective as you saw. I didn't have options between..."
"I'm going to talk to Oracle. At least she doesn't make excuses." Robin hopped off his chair, taking the sandwich with him as he headed for the elevator.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 15, 2010 21:24:52 GMT -5
The Outsiders' Hideout
Selena stepped up to Seelie soon after Robin left, closing her cell phone and content that her kittens were fine, and had already shedded all over Damien's bed.
"Ah.. Seelie." Selena said, smiling sweetly, but looking exhausting. "Don't let that little brat get to you. He just thinks he needs an ego bigger than Booster's in order to be worthy of the cape. He says I have no powers, and perhaps I don't, but neither does he. And I could whoop his ass real good if I ever had the reason." She winked at Seelie as she went about heating herself a can of soup.
"So Seelie, tell me about yourself. Girl to girl. I'm impressed by your magic. I was wondering if you could help me with Raheem? Maybe while he's sleeping send him to a nice fairy land with other tigers he can romp with?"
While the soup heated, Selena removed a large manilla envelope and an 8x10 portrait that she showed to Seelie. It was a picture of Selena, in an elegant black gown, sitting in a regal chair with Raheem around her feet. With a felt tipped marker, she writes To Booster Gold; Thank you so much for scaring away the horrible crocodile that had attacked me. I am a huge fan of yours, but due to circumstances outside of my control, I was unable to greet you after the battle. So take this photo as thanks. She than signed it Selena Kyle and than kissed the picture leaving a prominent red lipstick stain next to her name.
Gotham Park.
Owen grinned. "Just a bit sore. You know, falling down the stairs carrying a box of books can be hard on a guy." He than began to dribble and successfully did a lay up. "Oh, sorry about flaking out the other night. I overheard you talking to Barb, and I got the wrong impression."
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Post by amstard on Mar 16, 2010 7:24:20 GMT -5
"Huh? Wrong impression?" Tim thought that over for a few seconds. Nope. Couldn't imagine what impression anyone else had gotten; it had seemed pretty straightforward to him.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 16, 2010 9:52:38 GMT -5
Gotham Park
Owen chuckled slightly as he tried to make a half court shot, but missed and than had to scramble after the ball. "It was straight forward, once my mother explained it to me. I might of mentioned before, I'm not very good at gauging social situations. The delicacy I heard in your voice was because of the delicate subject about the wheelchair, and you weren't about to ask her out like I had assumed." He shook his head, tucking the ball under his arm. "Though, if you wanted to, you have the right. I shouldn't of gotten upset at all."
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Post by amstard on Mar 16, 2010 12:23:56 GMT -5
Tim puzzled over that for a moment, then his eyes widened. "Oh! Wait, you thought I was...and after I had teased you about...oh, man, I'm sorry. No, no, I wasn't thinking that at all."
Tim drove in and swiped the ball from Owen and made a Ring-assisted dunk from half-court, startling the thugs who were looking them over.
"There are definitely worse women out there, though, aren't there?"
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Post by Myridd on Mar 16, 2010 12:59:50 GMT -5
Owen grinned. "Yeah, definitely. She's pretty, and a sharp mind to boot. Hard to find that combination." He than stole the ball from Tim, dribbled some more and made another lay up shot. "Though, we're kinda surrounded by good women at the moment." He caught the ball after it went through the netting, and suddenly turned to Tim, looking serious. "You've had girlfriends, right Tim? Maybe you can help me with what went wrong with my last one."
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 16, 2010 13:00:10 GMT -5
The Hideout
"I guess I could help Raheem." Seelie rose to her feet. "I'm not sure which one of the upstairs rooms is yours..."
She shrugged a bit. "There's not much to tell. It sounds absolutely ridiculous to say this, but I was taught my magic by a fairy... that's why it works how it does. I have to draw on the emotions of those around me... so if I'm to give Raheem good dreams I'll need you to concentrate on the good things he makes you feel because, frankly, tigers terrify me so what I'm feeling won't be much help at all."
She smiled at the portrait. "I think Booster will like that a lot."
The Basement
"We're waiting for Bane to make a move."
Barbara spoke the moment Robin stepped off the elevator, without turning to face him. Robin paused. "Oracle, I can find..."
Barbara finally turned her chair around. "Bane's taking a payoff from someone, probably Intergang. We go in and shut him and Croc down... yeah, we can do that, though fighting them on their turf will cost us in injuries. You saw what Croc did to Raheem and just how much punishment he could take; Bane's worse, and smart, too. We wait, we learn more of their plans, we might learn what the ones pulling the strings are shooting for as well. I know both your grandfather and Batman taught you that action is always the best course, but right now it's not... and determining when it is and is not is something your father taught me. If you feel the need to do something, go to Selena's room at the hotel and plant some bugs so that we know if Bane and Croc break in while she's here. But instead of doing that, I'd actually suggest you find Booster. I think there's something you could learn from him."
Robin blinked. "What's that?"
"Public relations." With that, Barbara returned to her work.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 16, 2010 13:11:14 GMT -5
The Hideout
Selena finished her soup, and than lead Seelie towards the room she had commandeered for Raheem. "This isn't my room. It was empty, to I changed it into my very own clinic." She turned the knob, opening the door. Inside was a bed, Raheem laying on it on his right side. His left foreleg wrapped into a brace, his torso wrapped tightly as well. An oxygen mask was placed over his muzzle, and an IV of antibiotics and painkillers had been started.
"I don't just want to know about your powers, Seelie. I want to know about you. Don't think it slipped by me that you were the only one not to reveal a bit of new information at the beginning. I want to at least know why. Something to do with Reed?" She asked, arching her brow inquisitively. Selena had indeed caught the glance Seelie had given Reed at the very beginning.
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