148/La Nuit du Chat

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La Nuit du Chat
Date of Scene: 25 April 2017
Location: Gotham City
Synopsis: Summary needed.
Cast of Characters: 142, Batman




Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Normally, Chat Noir doesn't go looking for trouble... when Ladybug... screw it. Any time the cat's loose he's getting into trouble. Adrien had read the news about Wayne. While not in his immediate social circle, high society tends to have linked connections, and so the American businessman was known to the French model and heir to thw Agreste Fashion conglomerate he found an excuse to head over to Gothem in his civies thwn powered up when night fell. A bat-themed had to move bettet at night. and, after all, who better to track a flyong rodent than un chat noir? Perched on a rooftop, leatger tail curled about his steeltoe boots, Chat Noir studies the city to acclimate himself. This is not his home turf...

Batman has posed:
Near the edge of Randall, Gotham's garment district keeps up its production--even now, in the middle of the night. Its old warehouses buzz with life, and a stream of trucks circulates through the loading/unloading area. Workers appear to fill and empty trucks with massive bolts of fabric, but the heads of rocket-propelled grenades poke out of the middle of some bolts as well as of rolls of carpet.

On a nearby rooftop sits the Batman, his dark cape wrapped about him like a gargoyle's wings. Sitting motionless and silent, he stares through some sort of binoculars at one of the warehouses.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Once he had his bearings, Chat Noir made his way across the rooftops, sly and quiet as the cat he's named for while having no idea the familiar sight his silhouette cuts in the Gotham night. He was making note of places, landmarks, when he noticed the clothing factory. It hadnt occurred to the model that textile factories worked all night, and so, opposite Batman but still where hw can see the trucks, Chat pauses to watch. He's relaxed and calm until his night vision spots something that doesnt look like fabric. Uncertain of what he saw, Chat Noir leaps from his rooftop to thw warehouse roof top, peering over the side of thw building.

Tail twitching, Chat leans a bit furtger, trying to get a better view, just starting to resign himself to dropping down to look at the bolta more closely.

Batman has posed:
At the same time as the cat, Batman makes a quiet run across the building-tops to approach the warehouse. He pumps his arms, leaping from roof to roof until he can peer over the edge.

Or, at least, he would--but the dark knight spies another figure there already. He slows his pace until he's creeping up behind Chat Noir.

Below, the workers continue their unloading, with a supervisor of some kind barking out monosyllabic commands to which the others respond quietly and in grunts. Barely visible in the trailer is a series of stacked crates that have no business in a garment truck.

"Well?" Batman asks quietly as he nears the cat. "Why are /you/ here?"

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Those dont belong there, Adrien is thinkng to himself as Batman sneaks up on him. The moment the voice is heard, Chat leaps, like a cat, startled, straight up and then into a flip and behind Batman to land in a low crouch on all fours. if he had fur, it'd be fluffed up. he doesnt, Buy the body language is the same.

Chat regards Batman for a few moments before rising into a tense defensive stance. The boy knows some martial arts, says the way he moves. And there's wnhanced speed agikity and strength at play also. Not mutant lwvel but way more tgab the average person should.

"Just looking around. And mew? What's a murrrderer doing here?"

Batman has posed:
Just as Chat Noir turns about, so too does Batman take a step back and tense just a bit in a defensive stance, legs crouched and arms before himself, hands open.

As the cat asks his question, Batman offers the slightest of smirks. "Hh," he breathes, silent for a moment after that.

"That's a good question. Or would be, if there were one." He raises an eyebrow, his mask shifting accordingly. "Confessing to something?"

Down below, the arms unloading continues.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
"Cant confess if I didnt do it," quips the feline, as he faces off against the Bat. Yes, thw cat has claws, but unlike Gotham's residwnt black cat, this tomxs claws are black amd stubby. no less lethal.
    "You're denying involvement then, in that thing I saw about Wayne?" questions Chat. In the pause between words, one of the cat ears flicks, likr a real cat's, swiveling to catch noise. Specifically the sounds of those not fabric things being loaded up. Chat Noir frowns faintly. Looks like he'll have to destroy the truck now...

Batman has posed:
His jaw tightening just a bit, Batman nods toward the roof edge. "This is a waste of time," he mutters. "If you're here for the same reason I am...we don't have long to act."

Below, the activity sounds as though the truck is emptying. The voice of authority changes its commands--it's time to begin loading something else on the truck.

Batman relaxes his stance a few degrees, one of his hands turning palm-side up. "Team-up?" he asks. "You can return to your crusade afterwards."

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Chat Noirxs eyes folloe Batman's nod, over the edge and toward the truck. If those things were waht they looked like, it would be more important than helping GPD eith their rodent problem. Chat Noir looks back at Batman, and huffs faintly.

"Fine. Team up for meow. But after..." says the cat, relaxing a bit and moving to stabd at Batmanxs side.

"Whatxs the plan?" he asks then. because Chat is a follower.

Batman has posed:
"Anyone who looks like they're grateful for the appearance of costumed strangers," Batman replies, "leave them be. Everyone else--take them out."

With that, he dives forward over the edge of the roof, gliding for a moment via the use of his cape. Below him, the supervisor points to an empty space in the warehouse, directing two cargo haulers there.

The command is interrupted, however, when Batman's feet make contact with the supervisor's face. A moment later, both criminal and crimefighter land on the warehouse floor. Everyone who has their wits about them scrambles for a gun. One person even tries tugging an RPG out of a bolt of fabric.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Batman's reply has Chat Noir grinning ferally.

"It would be a pleasurrre." purrs the cat n following Batman over the roof. The cat doesnt glide. He drops like a stone, to the roof of thr truck anf feom there into a diving leap foe the rpg. Claws out, a feline snarl, Chat Noir pulls the baton from the small of his back and... will isnt thay very batling? Chat Noir moves to take out the guys drawing ranged weapins on the bat with graceful precusion.

And one linerz.

"bon suit. bon suiy. excuse moi! Chatonn coming through. Meouch! That had to hurt. Puuurrrrpmise I wont hate you in the mornig."

How many does he get? Chat is counting them, in French.

Batman has posed:
As Batman lands on the floor, he drops into a somersault and, as he rights himself, tosses a batarang at a nearby goon with a submachine gun. It strikes him in the hand and ricochets over to smack a second armed worker in the face. Both of their weapons clatter to the ground, firing momentary bursts into the ceiling.

In the warehouse, there's about a dozen others who begin attacking Batman and Chat Noir with a variety of means: mostly semiautomatic gunfire, a few pistol rounds, and various thrown objects (lengths of pipe, bricks, and so on). One unpins a grenade and tosses it at Chat Noir...and thus, by extension, the truck behind him.

"You freaking moron!" someone else shouts.

Further back in the warehouse, twenty or thirty sweatshop workers continue sewing as best they can, although most are ducking and hiding behind their desks as they do.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Chat dodges, slinky and lithe, using his baton which can extend to a full staff, to drop as many as he can. His eyes track and follow thw grenade as it sails pastn i to thw truck n where the now war heads are clearly visible.

"Are those-?" he asks, hesitating only as long as it took to ask the partial question before the cat does the reckless thing. Staff collapsed back into a baton and set agaibst his back, Chat Noir leaps over the rest of the still standing bad guys and into the truck. There's only one thing thw pouncing feline says as he leaps after the grenade as if it were little more than a catnip mouse.

"Cataclysm!"

And then he disappearance behind a crate where the grenade landed.

Silence.

Batman has posed:
For his part, Batman fires his grappling gun at the ankle of an opponent some distance away, retracting the line with a tug to pull the man toward him. Along the way, the fish-on-a-line knocks over two others like bowling pins. All three find some stacked material between themselves and the truck.

At the same time, Batman uses his other arm to fling up his cape, making it semi-rigid for a moment to shield another criminal from the approaching blast.

When it doesn't happen, Batman allows himself a quick glance back toward the truck. "Hh," he mutters.

Then, the continued gunfire leads him to barrel-roll to the side, while a smoke grenade of his own rolls quietly toward the feet of yet another gunman.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Chat exhales in relief as the grenade crumbles into dust under his paw. He stands, looking about the weaponry, a frown pulling at the cornerz of his mouth.

"oh. this is nit good..." he commenys to himself, wishing he has more than one use of cataclysm per transformation. and with vunmen, there way no way he was powering down anytime soon.

Chat Noir lools up as the gun fire resumes. The grin returnsn batin back in hand, and he creeps to the edge if the shadows, waits a secind for a good ipening then leaps back into the fray with a venegence.

"Hey, Ratdude. Ive got five minutes befoee this kitty's gotta scoot."

Batman has posed:
"This will only take two," Batman responds, punctuating his point with a grunt. The grunt occurs due to Batman's pushing himself against a rotting wooden support pillar until it begins to crack. The crack traces a dark line up and across the ceiling.

Several gunmen begin to look up...and then a massive chunk of ceiling falls in on them.

Batman gestures to the sweatshop work area. "Get the workers out the front door. Make sure no one's injured. I'll finish this."

By this point, the crook who'd been trying to retrieve the RPG finally does so, and with a triumphant cackle, aims it at the bat-themed vigilante--whose back is turned to him.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Two minutes. Okay. Chat Noir nods, helping to dispatch the others as Batman collapses part of the roof. Being told to clear the workers, Chat gives a salute, turning with a grin to vault off to do just that when he spots the guy with thw rpg.
    "aw amn. seriouslu?" the cat asks of himself even as his hand grabs the baton from his back and throws it at the guy aiming for batman's back.

"Way to go purrr a cheap shot," Chat Noit quips as the still collapsed staff smashes into guy's nose, breaking it and hopefully getting him to drop thw weapon.

"Chat Noir says, put the purrty gun down right meow, and this wont have to turn into a real cat fight." he says even whilst leapinh over to finish what the missiled baton started.

The ring on his right hand beeps once. One of the five pads of the green cat paw vanishes.

Batman has posed:
The RPG-wielder's head jerks back from the impact of the baton, and he flails to the ground, barely able to pull the trigger on his weapon before passing out. The grenade whistles through the air to the corner of the warehouse, which EXPLODES outward.

The rest of the building creaks and groans, clearly on the verge of collapsing in entirely.

"Okay, one minute," Batman says, performing a front-flip to kick one of the few remaining henchmen--most of the others having fled in the chaos. He tosses another batarang at another, which embeds itself in the target's hand.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Chat Noir balls up protectively at the explosion, waiting a hesrtveat before pushing hinself up again and rushing toward where the workers are. Its now impprtant to make sure they get out safely, and Chat Noir is plabning on doing just that with his remaining three and a half minutes of his tranaformation. wrll, three. because hexs got to use his final minute to grt himself as far away as he can, and then hidden at groubd level so he doesnt end up stranded on a rooftop in an unfaniliar city withoit heese for his cat spirit.

Batman has posed:
As the cat herds the workers, Batman remains behind with the assorted arms dealers. Not long after the last sweatshop seamstress is escorted out, the warehouse collapses in on itself in a thick cloud of dust.

When it finally subsides, and the sirens of fire trucks and police cars can be heard approaching, the goons can be found unconscious in a line outside the mountain of rubble. Batman, however, is nowhere to be found.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Nor is the black tomcat that assisted him. But a few blocks away, Adrien Agreste leans against a wall in an alley, holding his black cst kwami in the palm of a hand as it munches out on a bit of cheese he had in a pocket. He eatched the sirens sweep past, a little vreathless.

"Well... that was interesting..." says the model softly as the spirit finishes off the slice, already demanding more. Adrien sighs and places Plagg into his inside coat pocket.

"alright. alright. I'm heading to the hotel now. stop your whinonh...."