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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:48 pm
{Enter Future Batman and Slaughter from Area surrounding Gotham}
Terry flew in, the back of the creature's costume still clamped firmly in his fingers, so that the bulk of her weight swung beneath him. Landing, he dragged her limp, groaning form over to a kind of pod, roughly stuffed her inside, and shut it again. Then he pressed a few buttons, and the inside of the capsule suddenly started glowing with a deep red light.
The next moment, the creature inside groaned again and raised its head. "Human child," it snarled. It's voice was muffled, but no less venomous or terrifying for that. Terry, to his credit, didn't so much as flinch. "Your blood will nourish us for many days in compensation for that little stunt."
"I don't think so," Batman replied coolly, "The air you're breathing is a sedative that's been laced with kryptonite, and your cells are being bombarded with red sun radiation. You're staying put."
"... No! You can't do this to us!" the thing howled. Terry ignored it. More to the point, he turned his back and walked over to the computer console, where he began checking for updates. The whole thing was done with a casual air that was nothing short of insulting. Slaughter shrieked again. "You will... you will... no... not..." The sedative was starting to effect its host body, even if the symbiote itself was not vulnerable. "Kill you..."
"Uh huh."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 4:59 pm
ENTER from.... * shrug * the original C.C.
For this particular venture, the black cat decided to go for complete stealth. No bursts of black smoke, no comical 'poof' that accompanied it. Just a perfectly simple fade into being. Soundless, movementless, rather perfect. He wanted this to start off right. How it went after his little hello, he really didn't care.
C.C. faded into being behind the young bat. Hovering in the air behind his head with just enough distance that he shouldn't be in arms reach. Didn't mean things couldn't be tossed at him or anything...he'd just rather not be strangled.
With a large grin, the cat leaned forward as Terry's attention was away from him. "What'cha dooooooiiiinnng?"
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 5:03 pm
Terry turned around, grabbed a nearby spray bottle that Alfred had apparently been using to clean up all the blood, and sprayed the stupid cat right in the face with it. "Working," he replied smoothly, though his eyes were hard. STUPID CAT! He didn't really think that it was going to do much; his mom had a cat, and when it got up on the counter, she sprayed it in the face with a bottle much like this one. Since this was a supernatural cat, he figured that this would mostly just be insulting.
This was only the warm up. If he got his hands on it...
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 5:32 pm
There was a sudden, very shrill sound that came from the cat. Almost as if it's tail had just been stepped on. A large burst of black smoke and loud POP sprang erupted in front of Terry, and with that, the floating black cat was just...gone.
The burst of smoke appeared over top of one of the old Robin costumes encased in glass. As it cleared, C.C. sat feverishly rubbing his face with the side of his paw. The fur on his back curled upward. "Now that..." the cat hissed. "Was uncalled for. Sure I might have deserved that for earlier...but still! All I did was say hello."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 5:36 pm
Terry stared at the cat for a long beat, then looked down at the bottle in his hands. Then, very, very slowly, he smiled. It was a borderline vampiric expression, despite the fact that it didn't actually display any teeth. Moving with the same, calm surety he had displayed while locking up what was left of Supergirl, he set the bottle down, moved over the the nearby fire hose, and picked it up. Then he turned it on. Then he began calmly walking towards the cat again.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 5:50 pm
C.C. finished drying his face, then glared over at Terry. ...just in time to see him with the fire hose.
His amber eyes grew large enough that they seemed to take up the majority of his dark face. His ears instantly flopped back until they were nearly hugging the back of his head. His fur that had only been curled was now standing on end outright. And his posture became tight and defensive. Magic, all powerful cat or not...right now he could be mistaken for absolutely nothing other than what he truly was. A cat. A very anxious...water-phobic cat.
"Oh, ****...." he hissed under his breath, curling his legs so that he could spring off of the glass at a moment's notice. "Now hold on just a minute here...there's no call for...I mean I didn't...it wasn't my....let's not do anything drastic!" he said, edging his way towards the corner of the glass by millimeters.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:15 pm
Terry continued forward unfazed, pale blue eyes darkly amused to the extreme. "Drastic like exposing a teenager to internal injury, or drastic like dropping anvils on people? I got the impression that you liked playing rough."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:23 pm
The cat swallowed hard. "Hey, if I wanted to play rough right now, I'd let your friend out of that little bed." he replied, edging back farther until his back paws were over the edge of the glass and pressed against the side. To give him enough to launch himself away if....erm...when the kid sprayed at him. "As for the other things...one, I never hit her with the anvils. I purposefully made it miss her the first few times. Two...I wasn't exactly the one doing the internal injury. That was the woman, who'm I'll point out, you said you'd help look for her daughter. Which this is the exact opposite of!"
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:29 pm
Without looking away, Terry jerked a thumb at the computer screen behind him, where several maps and various police databases were on display. "Wrong. And stop changing the subject." He flicked the hose at the cat's paws, just enough to make him draw them back inside the case. "It isn't fun, is it? Being toyed with like this? ...I didn't think so. Let's get one thing straight right now. I'm not your toy. I'm not your plaything." He paused and visibly prepared to lever the spray directly at the animal's face. "I am not a nice person. Try something like this again, and water will be the least of your problems." He was not smiling now, nastily or otherwise, and his eyes were as cold as an arctic winter. "Have I made myself clear?"
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:47 pm
The cat stared up at him, his body curled up and his tail tucked under him as far as it could possibly go. He mumbled out a reply that was on the verge of being incoherent. Something about he wouldn't have a choice if he needed to be the plot device again. Then his large eyes flickered from the hose to Terry's face. "You...um....you can put that away now..." he said meekly.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:50 pm
Terry raised an eyebrow. "Can I?" he asked quietly, voice cool. There was a whole lot more weight behind the question than there might have been.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 11:58 pm
C.C. lowered his head until his chin was against the floor and almost tucked behind his front paws. A small, almost kittenish 'mew' escaped him as he looked up at the young man. "Please? I really didn't come here to start that much trouble. I'm just....bored. Not many other people I can visit."
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 12:02 am
Something in Terry's eyes softened almost imperceptibly, and he lowered the hose by a few inches. "Get out," said in that same quiet, steel hard voice, "And remember--the next time you decide to mess with me, I'm going to mess right back."
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 12:15 am
The cat looked at him a moment, then carefully crawled away, keeping his body as close to the ground as it could go. "Alright...alright. I'll go." he replied, strands of black smoke licking the air around him. "You have a couple nasty friends in this world by the way. Good luck with them."
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 12:18 am
Terry blinked at that, his posture shifting warily for the first time during the little confrontation. "...What does..." His eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded. It didn't really matter which ones they were-- the fact that his villains were showing up at all was what mattered. Up until this point, being unmasked hadn't meant a whole lot; nobody was there to recognize him. Now, though... "Thank you," he said quietly.
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