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[Barbara Gordon_Batgirl]

Barbara Gordon

Barbara just blinked several times trying to process what Bruce had said. A sly smile formed on her lips as she turned away from him. “A woman never tells her age to anyone but if you must know. I will be twenty three on August 30th. My father is James Gordon, Senior commissioner of Gotham PD.”She said now looking at him. Barbara was still a little touchy about the GCPD. She had submitted her application prior to her coming home in hopes of becoming an officer but her dream was shattered due to the fact that both her mother and father would be worrying about their little girl roaming the streets filled with crooked cops and baddies like the Joker running amuck in the city. The wounds were still fresh in her mind as a loud sigh escaped her cherry colored lips.

Barbara let her mind stray a bit on what Wayne said about the pattern in the robberies and a small idea formed in her mind. “Would it be possible for someone to use the artifacts and information to create some sort of weapon or some organic compound that would be difficult to trace back to the source?” She asked out of thin air as she looked straight ahead towards the glass doors. Barbara had a small or rather large tendency of either amazing people with her intellect. The only major problem for her was finding a subject that actually allowed her utilize it effectively. A small flush covered her face at the idea of roaming Gotham with Wayne. Alone. “I haven’t been to Chang’s in ages. They have the best Crab meat fried wontons and Chow Mein.” She added as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

Barbara actually paused and thought back to something she promised her father. “How about I drive Bruce? I was supposed to call my mother and let her know I’m in Gotham.”She said meekly looking at her shoe. “I promised Dad and if I don’t my mother will force him to send out a search party for me. Trust me it's very embarrassing especialy when your out with a person of the opposite gender." She added with a small frown. “Don’t you have family to call a son or Girlfriend to check up on?”She asked thinking of what Jim would talk about in his e-mails. “Isn’t your son named Tim? He’s Jim’s age.” She added with a smirk. Her younger brother loved informing her of everything he knew and sometimes it came as an advantage and other times it would just make her seem strange. She pulled out her cell phone and car keys in hope they would take her care it was cheaper than paying a taxi driver and less hazardous.

Batgirl

[AngrySexBaby]

Bruce Wayne

Bruce raised his eyebrows when she took a few moments longer than necessary to reply, but as he looked at her, he couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, well, it's hard not to ask when you tell me I must be close to your age." He smirked, opening the door for her. "Wow. I knew Commisioner Gordon had a daughter, just never how old." His gaze roamed from the top of her head down to her feet and back up again. "Now that I think about it, I can see the resemblance." He walked outside, glancing up at the darkening sky. A cool breeze lifted the hairs on the back of his neck and he shivered accordingly. He gently rubbed the back of his neck, feeling slightly uneasy that he wasn't out roaming the city, making sure it was safe.

"I suppose someone could make an organic substance," he thoughtfully rubbed his chin, grimacing as he realised he had a five o' clock shadow. "By all means, we'll take your car." He smiled, amused at the thought of her being embarassed to be caught with him. "Are you saying you're embarassed about being out with me?" He tilted his head, grinning at the mention of Jim and then his own son, Tim. "Ah, Tim, the little trouble-maker." He murmured, shaking his head. "That boy gets into more trouble than he needs to. And, thank you for reminding me. I told Alfred I'd be out late tonight and not to worry, but Tim got into a little trouble today and I need to make sure it was nothing serious. Pardon me," he excused himself before turning slightly and pulling out a cell phone.

A few minutes later, after speaking to Alfred and then Tim, Bruce returned to her car with a smile. "All right. Let's head to Chang's."

The Bat

[Yoshimitsu Kujo]

Tim Drake

After dumping his school gear in his room Tim got a quick shower, gelled his hair. Tim was dressed in a loose shirt and pants. He would have gotten straight into his black tie stuff but he hated wearing it so he decided to kick back a while and wait for the ball to get a bit closer. He turned on the TV to the first channel that came up and took out his scrapbook. He was carrying his newspapers under his arm, he hadn't red them all yet but he'd read the first few pages. As usual Batman and Robin were the talk of the town. The first article he started cutting was entitled, "Bat or man, who is the Batman?" and it was about a story from some punk they put in Stonegate Penitentiary swearing that he shot Batman dead on with a pistol round and the bat just kept on coming. Tim knew better than most about Batman's body armor but it was a nice edition to his growing collection.

This newspaper clipping had been a habit of his since Batman first appeared and he'd kept it up. Reading those headlines meant a lot to Tim; it was a reminder of what he'd gained, it said to him that people were noticing their efforts and it gave him hope that in the future they might actually rid the city of crime. Apart from all that it was a nice way to spend his time. "Hey Alfred, time magazine has an interview with designers on how 'Batman should decorate his cave' including 'Feng Shui advice for your personal space', here," called Tim offering out the magazine.
"Fascinating Master Tim. Master Bruce is on the phone," said Alfred, "Please go and get changed Master Tim."

Tim sighed and returned to his room only to find a suit in his size had been laid out on the bed. "I will never get used to this place," said Tim investigating the clothes. Before coming to live with Bruce Wayne, Tim had never even worn a suit. He slowly changed his clothes but he still didn't know what to do with his tie. Tim wore a white shirt with a pair of black pants and a blazer. He walked back down stairs with his collar unbuttoned and his tie hanging out of his chest pocket.
"Master Tim, Master Bruce would like a word," said Alfred.
"I can guess what this is about," said Tim with a sigh as he accepted the phone. "Yeah, Bruce...? No it wasn't that bad, she wasn't even hurt just... Really high strung," explained Tim. He started making choking noises as Alfred done up his collar and tie. "Can't breath," he gasped, tugging at his collar because it was too tight. "What is with rich people and uncomfortable clothes anyway...?" asked Tim, "yeah, and what about this charity thing? What's it about?"

Robin

[Barbara Gordon_Batgirl]

Barbara Gordon

Barbara just blinked at him and smiled. "My brother is a very good informant. I don't look entirely like my Father. He has gray hair now.. Mine is still red." She added as she looked up at the sky. The breeze felt good on her skin. Barbara led the way to her black eclipse and pulled her keys out to unlock the car. "I didn't mean that I’d be embarrassed to be caught with you. I meant that it would be embarrassing to have officers hunt us down. You'd be the one embarrassed by me Mister Wayne. You are very important person to the people of Gotham. I wouldn't like to see Batman being dragged into helping the GCPD find us. It would be a waste of his time since I do know how to hide out of site." She said as she opened her car door and sat in the seat.

"I hear Jim and Tim are really close friends. He tells me that your son is a good kid." with than she buckled her seatbelt and watched him talk with what must be his family. With that in mind she decided to call before an announcement be made over the airwaves in search for her.

Barbara raised an eyebrow at him as she flipped open her phone to call her mother. "Hi mom. Of course I'm home. I'm just tuckered out from moving things out of the car. Yes. Yes. No. I'm ordering Chinese food. I'll look through the peep hole before I open the door. No, Jim hasn't called me yet. He might be at school still you know he like doing the extra curriculars. Mmm humm. I said Hi to dad already and took him a snack before I unpacked mom. Yes. It was ... quaint. I want you to let Jim visit me later this week too. No, mother. Angela said she might drop by. I'll visit you tomorrow. We can all go together for lunch. Ok. Have a good night too. Love you. Bye." Barbara shut her cell phone and rubbed her temples out of habit.

~~~~~~~The conversation on the other side of the line

"Barbara. Are you home now? Did you want to come over? Did you find everything? Did you like how your apartment was set up? Did you want me to bring you dinner? What are you going to eat then? Please remember to check before you open the door. Have you spoke to you brother? Do you know where he might be? He might be with Tim. Did you call your father? You went to visit him? While you were there did he show you your new office? What did you think of it? Really. Wasn't your friend going to visit? When are you going to come over here? That actually sounds good we can try that new Italian place. Enjoy your evening dear. Love you too. Bye."
~~~~~~~

She glanced back at him and smiled back. "Then hop on in and let’s get going." She said happily.

Batgirl

[Neomi789]

[Vivienne]
Everybody scream.

Vivienne hadn’t seen her employer in a month. The two of them communicated now mostly through letters and e-mail. He sent her orders and cans of Fear Toxin. She walked down the street watching a video on her ipod. Her powers allowed her to recreate scenes from horror movies, but it didn’t work unless she’d seen the movie. Thus, she liked to spend as much time as possible watching.

This one was called ‘One Missed Call’.

She didn’t really like it. After all the movies she’d seen, she didn’t understand this one’s appeal. But it had an interesting concept.

Dr. Crane needed money.

The scenes from this movie would no doubt help her to acquire that money.

She walked a little bit faster, watching the climax of the movie as she went. She stopped, looking briefly up at the Wayne Manor. The sight of it always startled her. It was so big. Back in France, she and Astor had lived in a one room with their parents. Greedy Americans.

[Glitchy_187]

[c a s a n d r a d a v e y s , r i l e y]

Riley let her victim's imaginations fill in just what sort of 'game' their psychopathic host had in mind. She doubted many optimistic answers flowed into their minds, but she kept a small friendly smile upon her face none the less. Hands clasp losely behind her back, Rie took a few non-chalaunt steps around the small room before she ended up behind the man, Richard. Though he was now ungagged, his hands and feet still remained tightly tied to the wooden chair in which he sat. Unable to move, he only squirmed as Riley leaned over the man's shoulders, wrapping her arms losely around his neck and leaning her head into his sweating cheek. She gave a small wink to the wife, Linda, as her reddened eyes narrowed with rage.

"How do you know our names?" Asked the man, oddly rational given the situation.

Riley smiled and turned her head slightly from the jelious wife to answer the man. "Oh, I know more than just your names. So much more. But we're not here to talk about me." A small evil glint shown in her eyes as she gave Richard a pat on the chest before standing away from him and reaching her hands in her pockets. "So, the two of you have been married for what... Twenty-seven years now? My, my! Isn't that impressive!" She clasped her hands together in mock congradulations. "Too bad your relationship won't last."

The next hour of interaction was uneventful, so far as the one writing this paragraph was concerned. Cadaver was playing one of her favorite games. No rules, no objective. Just a method.

Tear them apart from the inside.

And she was rather good at it, if you ask her. The wife was losing her will to cry out in anguish, while the answering husband's voice was growing raspy and weary. But Riley wasn't done quite yet.

No, now came the jaw dropper. Through a couple of well placed profanities and lies, the wife had come to believe that her husband had been cheating on her. With the secretary, no less! The pig sat across the room from his 'loved one' screaming that it's lies and that he'd never, but she was beyond listening to him. And at that exact point, Riley pulled a gun from her waistline.

"He cheated. He lied. He doesn't love you. He never loved you!" Her free hand reached down and undid the straps of cloth binding Linda's limp arms. The resigned woman made no attempt to struggle as Riley positioned her hands on her lap and placed the loaded gun in them, letting the barell point toward the petrified man in the other chair. Leaning over, she wispered to the broken woman. "But you love him. You'd die for him. So let's take him away from all these temptations. Take him away from little twenty-five year old Secretary Lynsey. Two bullets. One for you one for him."

Linda's arms regained some form of life and raised, pointing the handgun to her husband's head. Now he was pleading and crying, saying he loved her and other temporary lies. Her hands now supported by both her raging hatred and her burning love, the trigger was squeezed and the bullet fired, penetrating his skull through and through, leaving a splattered hole in the wall behind. Muttering a small prayer, the wife put the gun to her own temple and pulled the trigger.

Click.

Her eyes wide, she tried again and again, followed by another seris of clicks.

"I thought... Two..."

Cadaver laughed. "Looks like I lied." She wiped some splattered blood from her forehead and gestered toward the corpse in the corner. "Oh, and that's not the only lie I told." She added as the young killer turned on a heel and exited the room.

Moments later, and all traces of blood wiped from her visable apperance, Cadaver strode down the darkened streets of Gotham City, hands in her pockets and a slight whistle emerging from her lips.

[The Dread Pirate Red]

Pamela Isely Poison Ivy

Pamela’s heels clicked on the cold, hard, linoleum floor of the labs hallways for the last time that night. She had stayed much longer than she had intended, not that it would matter for what she planned. A lecture in Metropolis. At least, that was what she had told the security guard who had left with her. A smile cracked across her lips as she navigated the streets back to her apartment. Her real plans were so much more exciting.
Once she was safely back in the confines of the apartment she called home, Pamela headed straight into the back of her closet. Deep behind her monotonous everyday apparel that appeared in the lab was something the good doctor kept hidden. Pulling it on now she stopped being Dr. Pamela Isely. But the transformation wasn’t quite complete. Making her way to the bathroom, she removed her glasses. Green color contacts and decorative eye make-up tended to work better for her than a mask. Or cowl for that matter. Her hand reached up to find the clip that had held her hair in place for most of the day. With a shake of her head and a little work with product and the frizzy updone mess became gentle curls that fell over her bared shoulders. And she became one of Gotham’s most infamous villainesses: Poison Ivy.

While Spring had been her favorite season, for obvious reasons, the warm Summer nights afforded Ivy better movement since she now didn’t have to worry about bringing along her jacket. Slipping out her apartment window now, she made her way down the fire escape with the greatest of ease and making no sound; skills that came with the amount of practice she had. The heels of her boots hit the pavement with a sharp clack and the sound was repeated in growing succession as she made her way out of the alleyway she had landed in. The sway of her hips was intensified now that her pants clung so close to her body, no movement was hidden as she made her way out towards the seedy part of town.

Ivy’s green eyes didn’t move from side to side, despite knowing that a fair number of people were looking at her. What was going through some of their heads hardly concerned her. She could easily take them despite her dainty appearance. Secretly, she thought they must know that since none of them made the slightest motion to approach her or lure her closer to them. Back streets and alleyways were her main tracks to anyplace she was headed in Gotham. Anyone she ran into would hardly care what she was up to. Tonight she was headed back to the lab. But now that Gotham Police had really started to sit up and take notice of the break-ins she doubted her usual routine would be enough this time. She may just have to take it farther.

[Neomi789]

[Vivienne]
Everybody scream.

Vivienne always visited her brother before she carried out a robbery. She felt it was lucky. Sort of sick and twisted, sure, but lucky all the same. Besides, if she did it after the robbery there was a chance that someone could follow her there. Not that anyone had ever followed. Every time she did something, Batman blamed Scarecrow. Since Scarecrow was in hiding, he was obviously never caught.

And she was left to go on her merry way.

Astor was staying with a family called the ‘Robinsons’. Most of the places they sent him were close to each others, so it wasn’t too hard to find the house. She knocked twice.

The door was answered by a teenage boy, probably eighteen or nineteen. He paused.
“Hello…” He said.

It probably wasn’t every day that a bleach-blonde six foot tall French woman appeared in his doorway.

A woman she assumed was his mother all but pushed him out of the way.
“You have to excuse him. You must be Vivienne?”

She nodded.
“Can I come in…?” She asked tentatively. Her accent was still very prominent. Losing it seemed like a lost cause.

She entered in as quietly as possible while Mrs. Robinson gestured to a group of three children playing cards. Well, two were playing and one was watching. There was a boy with dark hair a freckles, a very young girl with red pigtails, and a thinner boy with the same white blonde color hair as Vivienne. The last was the one watching, or at least anyone else would have said he was watching. She knew otherwise, seeing as her brother was blind.

He didn’t look it. His eyes weren’t white or anything. The blindness had been brought on by a whack to the head back in France. There was a surgery for it, but not one she could afford. It was probably beyond repair now.

The other children didn’t catch on quickly enough to warn him of her approach. She snuck up behind him and wrapped him in a huge hug, giggling all the while.

“Vivienne!” He exclaimed, deciding immediately who it was based on the tone of her laughter alone.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?” She continued, this time in French. He wasn’t so good at English anyway, and responded in the same way.
“Can I come back with you now?”

Mr. and Mrs. Robinson watched with their son. The son knew a bit of French from school, but not enough to decipher what they were saying. So they just stood there, pretending they knew more than they did.

“Not yet.” She responded sadly.
“But very soon. I promise. And then we’ll move into a big house, just like the Wayne Manor, and we’ll live like Americans for he rest of our lives.”
“Like Americans.?”
“Just like Americans! We’ll buy fattening foods, and watch too much TV, and maybe even waste water!”
He laughed at the last comment. The Robinsons did as well, though none of them knew why they were laughing. Only the other children didn’t. They were still trying to figure out why their friend and his sister were speaking in gibberish.

The visit ended a short while later. She waved goodbye, kissed Astor on the cheek, and headed back onto the dark streets.

Now to choose the bank.

[Barbara Gordon_Batgirl]

James Gordon

James had just finished hanging up his phone with the District Attorney when another call cased his phone to ring again. "Gotham City PD Commissioner Gordon Speaking." He said in a very professional tone. His ear was instantly shouted into. "Why didn't you tell me she was home?" Snapped the woman on the line. "I've been very busy. I have a married couple missing, investigating the robberies at Wayne Enterprise, the Catwoman stole a very rare necklace that we have to find, and both the Scarecrow and Joker roaming my streets. I'm also waiting on a report from one of the new officers he hasn't even checked in yet." Was poor Mr. Gordon's response to his wife. "I also got a phone call from Jim's Physical education teacher complaining about him and another boy assaulting her with a ball." He added in an irritated tone. "Speaking of your son. He wants to know what he's should wear for the Charity ball tonight. When are you coming home to enjoy that with us?" She asked. James paused and glanced at his calendar. Yep, it was scheduled for tonight. He quickly cleared his throat and tried to come up with a small white lie but came up with absolutely nothing. He was about to respond when one of the officers rushed in.

"We just got a lead about the missing couple, Sir.” Said the young officer looking at the commissioner who still had the phone to his ear not looking very pleased with his wife’s ranting.

“I’m going to have to talk to you later those charity things happen several times a year. I might be home late lock all the doors.”James said as he hung up the phone before his wife made a fuss. ”What did you guys get?”

“We found the husband was shot in the head and bound to a chair in one of the abandoned apartment complexes across town. We found a weapon and his wife still bound to a chair across from him. She fired the weapon. Last thing I heard Jacobs was two blocks away and bringing her in. He says she’s hysterical.”As if on cue to what Markus said a woman’s screams filled the air.

“I didn’t mean too! I was supposed to die with him! Cadaver made me! She lied and said there were two bullets in the gun! He cheated. He lied. He didn’t love me she said. He never loved did she said! They both lied.. I killed him.. I killed him!” She screamed through her sobbing.

"Calm down ma'am." One of the female officers said as she tried to escort the woman to booking.

"I CAN'T CALM DOWN! I JUST KILLED MY HUSBAND!!" She shreiked at the top of her lungs. One of the other officers had snuck up behind her and inected her with a sedative. Linda soon went grogy no longer screaming slowly going into drowzy state. Gordon looked at the officers in silence as he watched them remove her out of the way.

Gordon had made it to the main entrance followed by Markus and turned to him. “Put her on suicide watch she might try it again. Have Homicide do a throughout investigation and tell them I want a report by noon tomorrow. Call in the psychologist and have them analyize the wife. If it was Cadaver she was probly playing one of her mind games again. We might have another person to add to her long list of victims. Put a search out for her now. I want her in a cell by tomorrow night!”He shouted as he decided to make his way to the top of the tower. Batman might be able to help him out on this one. Cadaver had been at large since her escape several weeks ago and he still had no leads.

“Call everyone back in! We will have a briefing in fifteen minutes! I want everyone that has beat in here ASAP Markus including the new guy Atkins!” He shouted as he jogged up the stairs. He eventually reached the top and turned the signal on. In the distance he could hear the sound of cop cars with their sirens blaring.

Jim Gordon, Jr.

The boy looked over at his exasperated mother and frowned. “So does that mean we’re not going?”He asked as she nodded in his direction. Great he thought annoyed as he moved towards the phone after his mother went back to her room shutting the door loudly behind her. He dialed the number for Tim’s hoping to let him know not to expect him showing up. He waited for the phone to ring as he looked outside the window the night had settled in nicely and he did hope his sister wasn’t up to no good without him. He then noticed the Bat signal turn on and figured his dad was going to be working really late tonight. With a soft sigh he then hung up the phone. Tim must be on his way out maybe I should text him. He thought as he pulled his cell phone from his back pack quickly he texted his friend and sister letting them both know what was up.

He always wondered if they ever forced Batman to leave his family to help the city. He would never know but he would still continue to wonder. He knew for a fact that he owed Batman his life and that his sister secretly idolized him for recuing him. He couldn't help but feel as though she blamed herself since then for all of that to happen. He wondered if his mother resented her cause of it too. These questions filled a twelve year olds head because the one person he loved and trusted the most was his big sister. He dialed her number wanting to find some comfort in not going out the phone ringed twice before it was picked up.

Barbara Gordon

Barbara answered her phone still looking at Bruce who still hadn't sat down in her car. "Hello?"She responded to the call. Her eyes softened and she listened to Jim's problems and complaints. Jim was sad and upset and she really wanted to rush over there and tell him everything would be fine. "How about I take you to that Charity thing? I can ask my new friend if he would like to meet us there so I can change..."She said stareing at Bruce. "Oh.. You don't want to go now.. Fine.. I wasn't really thinking about picking you up. No, Angela cancelled on me. Mmmhmm. I do have to go now... I do have someone here with me. No. I still don't have one. Shush you or I'll leave you there tomorrow and go have tiramisu without you. How do you know it's a guy? I can't make him go with me to that.. He's to important to go to one of those. He might have plans. Fine. Love you and behave. Don't tell mom. Ok. Bye." Barbara said now flushed again. It would never hurt to ask right?

Batgirl

[Neomi789]

[Vivienne]
Everybody scream.

[[From this post on, I will painstakingly try to type her accent…XD]]

Vivienne always carried a can of Fear Toxin with her. She took one out of her purse and put it to her nose and mouth, flicking open the top and inhaling it. It filled her consciousness immediately. Her abilities at the peak of their power, she headed to the bank to make one rather large deposit.

It was closed by this point, of course, but there were night guards.

Time to work some magic.

She took off running down the street, looking behind her every so often as if she feared she was being pursued, until she finally reached the bank and began pounding on the doors and begging in French to be let in.

She looked so hysterical that an officer on night guard duty approached the door, and opened it a crack to ask her what was wrong. She continued to scream in a frenzy of barely-intelligible French and English that she was being followed by a horrible monster.

The guard didn’t quite have it in him to deny a pretty young girl safe haven, even if it was a bank. But then, if there was any truth to her statement, there was a good chance he could solve a real case tonight and possibly be promoted. And he was all for that.

It was then that his cell phone beeped.

He frowned and pulled it from his pocket. That hadn’t been a ring, only a signal that there were voicemails in his inbox. Funny, he didn’t remember missing any calls. Deciding that the woman was plenty occupied with pacing back and forth, mumbling in some other language, he took it.

But all that was on the recording were screams. Screams, ripping sounds, and…wait, was that his own voice?

It sent a chill down his spine. The officer casually replaced his phone and turned around, but the young lady was nowhere to be seen.

“Miss?” He called into the silent corridor. No answer. Just eerie silence.

Vivienne smiled to herself as she continued down the darkened hallway. Two seconds later, the tortured screams of the first guard echoed throughout the building.

So far, so good.

She didn’t think he’d die, but he’d certainly go into shock. She didn’t like to screw around with murder charges, most of the time all she did was leave her enemies too terrified to move. Every now and then there would be a heart attack, but the police always got to them in time.

Or at least she thought so.

All that mattered was that she got the money she needed. As she walked, she sprayed the contents of another can of Fear Toxin around her in the hall, just to be sure everyone she met was on the edge.

Now the horror fest could really begin.

[Barbara Gordon_Batgirl]

James Gordon

The officers had all gathered in the station's conference room. James Gordon walked inside and there was still no sign of the batman anywhere. "I just received a disturbing call from one of the night watch guards at the Gotham City bank. He said there was screaming and someone was trying to break into the vault. He wanted to call for reinforcements before he did anything. " James Gordon said in an upset tone. "It seems like the Scarecrow is up to no good down there. Now I want you all should were your masks. I want several squads to search for Cadaver as well. If anything else happens while your all away.. I'll dispatch more information."

Barbara Gordon Batgirl

Barbara looked at Bruce then looked at her cell phone quickly. Her brother had send her a picture text she opened it up and frowned the bat signal was on. Jim had a habit of listening to the police scanner and found out that Batman hadn't arrived to help. "You know Bruce how about we reschedule... My brother needs me after all. I‘ll drop by on Monday for lunch." She added as she looked at him sweetly. He just nodded at her and pulled out his phone. Barbara started her car and drove quickly home. She quickly removed the keys from the ignition and ran up stairs to her apartment. She shut the door behind her and opened the suitcase she had brought in earlier that day. She dragged the bag behind her as she went into her room and unzipped it. She had enough of being on the sidelines she flipped on the police scanner and listened in as she began to change out of her clothes.

Batgirl Barbara Gordon

She pulled on the new articles of clothing she had made herself and lined them with a thin light layer of armor to protect herself best she could. She pulled on her gray tights with the fishnet pattern on before putting her black leather boots. they gray suit fit perfectly as she looked at herself in the mirror as she fastened the utility belt around her waist. The final touch was her mask to shield her appearance from her father. Barbara Gordon no longer stood in front of the mirror, she was replaced by Batgirl.

Batgirl made sure everything was secure before she left the building her tools and weapons replicas of those Batman had and several she created in her spare time. Batgirl fired the grapple gun from her balcony and swung off towards the bank robbery. She beat the police to the site as she noticed that there was no forced entry the first officer that was affected was on the floor screaming and twitching in a familiar way the scarecrow normally left his fear test subject victims after they were contaminated
with fear toxin. Batgirl quickly put on her a gas bask before she entered the building. She turned the corner and began to realize that they all had their cell phones near by them. “This… looks familiar. Like it was from… One Missed Call.. It‘s just that they haven‘t been murdered.” She whispered softly to herself as she entered the hall way. She listened intently on the banter the Police exchanged over their scanners through an ear bud as she tried to think of a motive. Which of course was money needed for chemicals.

She saw a woman not the man she was hunting but a woman. “Your not supposed to be in here are you?” She said standing a good distance away from the blond woman in the hall. Batgirl’s hands moved to some pouch on her waist opening two pockets. Her fingers resting on one batarang and the other on a Bat-bola. “Turn around slowly and with your hands where I can see them.” She said in a stern tone.

[Glitchy_187]

[c a s a n d r a d a v e y s , r i l e y]

Riley had silenced her cheery whistling after a moment of walking. By now, her hands had found their ways into the warming pockets of the short black trench she wore over a thin hooded shirt and jeans. With her features hidden beneath the shadow of her hood, Riley grinned as a police cruiser sped by, obviously heading to where she had just been. News travels fast, it seems! Well, then again... Guns aren't exactly the quietest tools out there.

She had been having a rather enjoyable evening up to this point, but (What with the cop car speeding toward the scene and all) she felt the need to duck away from streets the prying eyes of the public. But where to go...

A quick glance around answered that question quickly. A door to her left was slightly ajar. Upon closer inspection, she noted that said door belonged to a bank. A small grin appeared on her young features as she crept soundlessly into the business, listening for any sign of life.

Cadaver gave a small grunt as she tripped over something on the ground and landed with a soft thump on the polished floor. She sent an irritated glance back, aiming to discover and glare at whatever she had stumbled over, but in stead she gave an audible laugh. Twas just a security guard, either unconscious or dead, laying on the ground with a phone near him. Still giggling, she stood and took a deep breath, wondering just what she would find if she ventured deeper. But something caught her attention as she took that deep breath through her nose.

A familiar scent... An even more familiar sensation creeping up her spine, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end and her eyes to dart around.

Ah, yes. One such as her did not live through Dr. Crane's employment at Arkham without feeling the terrifying effects of the Fear Toxin.

Cadaver took another deep breath, letting the airborne chemical fill her lungs and enter her blood stream. Her heart rate quickened with a surge of adrenaline, her pupils dilated slightly... But that was almost all the effects she felt. This wasn't the first time she'd been exposed to the toxin obviously. After so many small experimental doses, one develops almost an immunity to the more hardcore effects. That is, unless, she were given a concentrated dose.

Ignoring the chance that more toxin could lie farther within the halls of the bank, Riley crept forward, eyes darting suspiciously to every dark shadow of the building.

".......supposed to be in here are you?"

Rie pressed her back to the wall, listening in on the budding conversation between this women speaker and whom-so-ever she was talking to.

[Neomi789]

[Vivienne]
Everybody scream.

The cell phone thing was getting old. It was efficient, but if she didn’t like the movie she wasn’t too keen on using it in her robbery. She liked the classics, forget all these remakes. It was a shame that ‘Psycho’ didn’t have many uses unless one was actually in a hotel.

However she’d recently seen Shutter. And in the movie, the ghost in question was for the most part invisible without a camera.

That could come in handy.

She didn’t turn around, but responded quietly in broken English.
“Tell me, Bat-Lady, are you a-fred of zee dark?”

It if were possible, the already dark hallway became an even darker, pitch black. Vivienne herself disappeared, turning into a faint ghostly shadow that started making its way quickly up the hall. But she doubted the woman would stop there. She’d have to think of something else to throw in. Raw Fear Toxin wouldn’t work with that gas mask.

Luckily, movie ghosts had a tendency to mask things fly across rooms.
Objects began flying off desks, zooming full-speed at Batgirl.

[Yoshimitsu Kujo]

Tim Drake

"I'm afraid it's time to go Master Tim," said Alfred, beckoning towards the door.
"Alright, Bruce I'll see you later," said Tim, he grabbed a bag as he set off towards the door.
"What's that Master Tim," asked Alfred, as it seemed unusual to take a school bag to a black tie event.
"Oh, um... An escape plan," said Tim, laughing lightly. Tim threw his bag on the seat next to him and got in while Alfred closed the door behind him. He wasn't used to the rich stuff and felt almost like he was being locked in but he always had his 'escape plan'. The car drove off along the drive and out towards Gothem, round about halfway there the Batsignal lightened up the clouds. "Alfred stop!" cried Tim.
"Master Tim, my instructions are to take you straight there," Alfred said sternly
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Al," said Tim whist bending down, when he raised his head it became clear he was already wearing his costume, "Because Master Tim has officially left the building,"

As Alfred pulled the car past the side streets Robin burst out of the sunroof and immediately went up a nearby fire escape. His cape swept behind him casting a fearsome shadow below him. Never the less he swept it behind him at every opportunity. No matter how many times Tim dressed as Robin wearing a cape always gave his a certain thrill. His first priority at that moment was heading to the police headquarters rooftop to meet Batman, or at least it was until he saw a familiar shadow pass the street below the building he was on then. "What the hey?" he gasped quietly, "Batman?" Robin was rather confused, as the shadow of the bat seemed to be making an amateur mistake. Without so much as a breath Robin crouched on the edge of the building and that was when he saw the figure in the street. Those slender lines and shiny hair could only have belonged to a woman, but the question on Robin's mind was just what did she think she was doing?

"Call Arkum quick," joked Robin seeing the Bat enthusiast clearly for the first time, "ah well, at least this one isn't carrying a shotgun". The boy wonder decided to postpone his trip to ensure that this girl didn't get hurt and more importantly didn't hurt anyone else. If there was one practiced skill that had been drilled into him since working with Batman it was the ability to avoid being seen until he wanted to be, or at least that was the going theory. Watching carefully from a lower vantage point Robin saw the girl take out a gas mask, a bolas and a batarang. "Well some of that certainly looks familiar," said Robin quietly, making a mental not of it, "I wonder where she does her shopping, army surplus or bat supplies 'r' us?"

- Robin -