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 Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 8:17 pm
Crystal's phone buzzed, and when Catgirl answers it, she hears Starfire's voice, "Hello to you Crystal. Is everything well?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 9:23 pm
"Yah Star. I have someone here that wants to talk to you though..." She thought for a moment. "But before I give him the phone, where are you?"
Crystal had been wondering this and plus she could at least tell Pengy that she was alright and would be back at the club when she could.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 9:16 am
Arell looked at what happened. He truly felt sorry for the kid. He hadn't seen his parents since he went to the Train Station with them to see Dundee off to college. They worked so hard to send him off to the University of Maryland, away from the trouble at home.
He smiled at Abby kissing Tim. "Che', I know Aiden's countin' on us to protect her, Tim . . ." he said before looking at Abby. "But I know yer brother well, Abby. He's de only man dat beat me in a bare-knuckle fight. I know he'll be alright." he said with a smile. "He'll be back."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 9:23 am
Tim was very much distracted from the situation once Crystal started talking over the phone. Star. She was on the other end of that call right now. Robin glanced to d**k to see his reaction to the phone call as well.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 9:32 am
d**k, for his part, looked about ready to tear the phone out of Crystal's.... paws? And interrogate Star on her whereabouts like the worried ex-boyfriend he was... but he kept himself calm.
Meanwhile, Abby sighed and rested her head on Tim's arm. "Tired... Can't sleep..." she mumbled, in an unintentionally adorable manner... which Tim, being the dork he was, would more than likely not notice.
Meanwhile, someone entered the Manor through one of the back doors, where it was dark... The person seemed to enter casually, but whoever it was was being light on their feet after that.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 9:54 am
If C.J. were still in the room, he would have made some quip to the "imaginary" person in the wall closest by that there was someone that just walked in the room. Of course, the writer was singing along to "Butcher Pete" by Roy Brown and the character C.J. was down in the batcave. However, SOMEONE noticed. "Sounds like some'un came in." Dundee said, casually leaning up against a wall. Of course, he didn't really seem to mind too much. This may have been private property, but more people seemed to go in and out than the Pennsylvania Turnpike! Arell looked up at Dundee. "Whatcha mean, che'?" he asked, confused as all get out. The big Cajun scritchin' his head under his cowboy hat.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:01 am
Tim smirked. He could tell Richard was itching to take that phone from Crystal........
Then something completely new and unsuspecting hit Tim's mind. He turned his head in a direction that faced completely away from the group. Most of the room was focused so intently on the phone call... but Robin could have sworn he heard just the slightest 'click/thnk' noise.... like the closing of a door. He waited a moment before a very subtle but present draft of air confirmed his thought. Someone entered from outside, and it wasn't through the front entrance either. He looked around the group cautiously, then down to Abby.
"I gotta check something.... I'll be right back, okay?"
He moved away, smiling a bit to her before heading off to investigate as quietly as he could manage. He didn't want to stir up anything if there was really no trouble.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:07 am
Abby watched Tim leave, and looked to Nightwing, who didn't seem to bother looking in the direction of whatever had occurred. She looked to her "writer" to see what was happening, but he just had this big grin on his face that said: "This is gonna be fuuuuun..." What that was, Abby had no idea.
The person who had come in heard a few voices, and froze in the dim light. Someone was coming around? Sounded like a teenager. Since when were teenagers allowed in the Manor?! The figure tossed aside their fur coat onto a nearby chair, revealing a curvy, feminine figure that was well-muscled and quite youthful; this woman was in her physical prime, and she looked around for a light to switch on.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:15 am
Once he rounded one of the corners in the mansion, Tim completely froze... it was dark in the room, but he could make out a sillouhette of a woman standing on the opposite side of the room near the back door. He had his first guesses, but at the moment those would be irrelevant. Robin took an automatic stance, figuring by the way she moved that his presence was already known. Who's this??
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:23 am
The woman looked over to Tim, not recognizing who he was, but realizing he was taking a fighting stance. She sighed. Now? Really? she thought, and then she slipped her feet out of her high heels.
"Okay kid..." she said softly, taking a defensive stance of her own-- one that would be eerily familiar to Tim. "I dunno who you are, but if you really wanna fight... I suppose I could use a bit of practice. Been out of the suit for too long."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:26 am
The other writer waved at Abby and pulled out a camera. He sensed there was going to be some major a**-kickin' all up in there, and he wanted to record it! "Birdie gonna geeeeet iiiiiit." he said in a sing-song voice.
Arell was oblivious to what was going on . . .
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:29 am
A third writer rolled her eyes at the second. "No faith in my dude at all, huh?"
Tim had mixed messages on this. There was definitely something about this scene that felt familiar, but he didn't recognize the voice.... or did he? He was conflicted on the subject.
"I don't know who you are... but you probably don't want to do this."
He sounded a bit confused, otherwise confident.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:37 am
The first writer waved at the third, seeming quite happy. "Nice of you to join us!"
The woman gave a short chuckle. "You're right. I don't. But you started it, kid. So you can back down now... or I can use you as practice, I guess. I take it you don't know who I am? I mean really know?"
For some reason, she had the urge to say: "I'm the Goddamn Batwoman" but decided against it. Such language was.... Well, Alfred wouldn't have approved. Besides, she didn't call herself that anyway.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:43 am
A small smirk formed across Tim's face.
"I was about to ask the same of you."
This was seriously killing him. What was this woman reminding him of?? He knew that he'd slap himself in the forehead once he figured it out.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:49 am
The woman chuckled again, and shook her head, relaxing her stance. She found a lightswitch and moved over to it, turning the light in the room on. There, in a form-fitting business suit, was an extremely beautiful, curvaceous woman with long, shining black hair and piercing blue eyes. Blue eyes that matched the ones that were those of Bruce Wayne.
"The name's Brenda. Brenda Wayne," she said with a cocky smirk. She definitely had Bruce's facial features, although they were feminized and, as such, some were much less prominent on her than they were on Bruce himself; namely the strong jawline, which was virtually gone, and her face was a bit more slender than Bruce's.
"And you... are in my home."
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