1481/World's Finest Date

From United Heroes MUSH
Jump to navigation Jump to search
World's Finest Date
Date of Scene: 15 July 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Power Girl, Batwoman




Power Girl has posed:
    Karen's arms are folded across her chest and her brow is furrowed as she watches Batwoman swing away. Huh. Batwoman is weird. What was up with that weird pause when explaining her calm-down morale ritual? Maybe superheroes don't like talking about the specifics of their lives. Karen wouldn't really know; she doesn't exactly have close connections with any of them. But if she didn't like talking about it, why did she say anything at all? She's a Batwoman; she wouldn't cave in to peer pressure...
    Karen shakes her head and lifts slowly into the air. There's probably no figuring it out, and she decides not to worry about it. Fourteen seconds later, she's above the clouds, taking a deep breath to hold for her trip out of the atmosphere toward Canada, and that's when she stops dead in her tracks: It was an invitation, Karen!
    Oh my god. Karen literally facepalms. 8:30... so she has three hours to figure out what Club Typhon is and dress properly for it. It never occurs to Karen not to go: she takes the invitation as a challenge, and Karen Starr doesn't back down from challenges.
    Exactly three hours later--Karen doesn't know how to play the games about showing up early or late, and she wouldn't play them even if she did know about them--Power Girl is at Club Typhon. Her short hair is down and wavy, and her nails and lips are red, looking like she put a little effort into them, even if her clothes look the opposite: just a dark purple tank top baring three inches of midriff and black hip-hugging pants with cargo pockets, and checker-patterned flats. Hm...now where's Batwoman?

Batwoman has posed:
    Where, indeed? The music in he club roars wildly. Patrons have their IDs checked and are given glowing fluorescent bracelets if they don't meet the specific criteria they'e checking at the door. The dance floor is a mass of writhing and gyrating bodies. Some people know how to dance but the majority simply know how to move. It's about the ritual and the closeness of bodies, and the feeling people get when the beat rumbles through their bones, guided by the bass.
    Even so, there's respite with the intensity of the music rescinding sharply the further you get from the speakers. They're cunningly placed so that their zones of greatest affect are overlapped and turned into the zones that are cunningly outlined in the colourful design that marks the dance floor as a whole. The inner circle is marked in red for good reason.
    At the bar there are a few people who are notable. A petite blonde... But Batwoman is six feet tall. A dark haired woman of Asian descent who approaches the right height but doesn't have the body that Katherine does. There's only one redhead at the bar. Her hair is much shorter than Batwoman's appeared to be but it's the same deep, vivid red. It's parted in a wave so that it frames the left side of the woman's skull without actually falling into her eyes. really, the most striking thing abotu Kate now and memorable from before is the intense blue of her gaze. It's something Power Girl would have to notice if she's really looking.
    The tall, slender redhead has a fairly nice figure but it's obvious that her athletics are more important. She's wearing a blue mini dress that hardly reaches mid thigh in the skirt and hugs her upper body closely with a scooped neck and a halter top to hang from her neck. She's also wearing white strappy heels, as if she needs to be any taller right now. Right now the redhead is drinking something that is nearly electric blue in colour while some dark haired guy who dressed up way too much for this particular venue is attempting to chat her up.
    Katherine looks as bored as her would be suitor does excited.

Power Girl has posed:
    'I should have got a fake tattoo on my arm. Something tribal over my bicep.'
    That's the first thought Karen has as she spots Batwoman, and she immediately notices how weird it is. Why would she think such a thing? It's clearly a nervous thought, but what reason does Karen Starr, Power Girl, have to be nervous in a room full of humans? No reason, that's what; and Karen firmly reminds herself of that as she take long, confident strides across the dance floor, shoulders twisting this way and that to brush between bodies on her way to the bar.
    'What are you going to say to her that doesn't give anything away?'
    'You should X-ray her head to see if that's a wig. And you should check her DNA so you'll know her next time.'
    'STOP IT. I am NOT nervous.'
    Karen walks up to Batwoman without a glance at the man hitting her up, just coming in at an angle so her right shoulder nearly brushes his and her left shoulder nearly brushes the redhead's. She's broad and muscular enough to do that. "Hi," she greets over the sound of the music. "Didn't I see you at the bank today?"

Batwoman has posed:
    The man who had been hitting on Kate only a moment before finds himself with a tall, muscular blonde between him and his intended query. "Hey, wait a second. The lady and I were-"
    Tall, dark, and ignored looks to 'Batwoman' for help only to discover that she has about as much interest in talking to him as Karen does. Blue eyes study the blonde's features carefully from head to toe and then she is slowly canting her head slightly to the left.
    "Hello. Mmm... You might have? I was really only there for a moment." Batwoman offers Karen a brief, dazzling smile. That's not something that happened earlier that day, certainly. Internally, however, the gears are already turning. Though she might not ever compare to Bruce Wayne (who does?) Batwoman is still a genius with a keen investigative mind. Mention of the bank sets off several dozen internal warning bells. There are only a couple possibilities here... One is enough to make her heart skip a beat.
    Playing it cool Kate takes a deep breath and holds it for perhaps a solid second. Those azure eyes are thoughtful while they study Karen's face. She decides to test the waters. "Did you know there was a break-in? It must have been a little bit after we left." She shakes her head then, lifting her glass and taking a long sip before she continues.
    "It's all very confused. Apparently Batwoman caught the Roughneck Boys? No one got any good photos..." Ktte is slowly shaking her head.

Power Girl has posed:
    The man at the bar is a problem for Karen: he's in her way, which makes her want to remove him, but he's also out of his depth, and in the last ten seconds, Karen has found out how that feels for the first time in her life, which makes her want to be gentle. 'Think fast, Karen, come up with a way to not embarrass him too much...'
    Well, there's always the truth. "No offense, but she and I have a date tonight. Better luck with your next try, though. You have nice confidence." Karen smiles at him, a softness the military-bordering-on-mechanical Power Girl didn't display, then turns her attention back to Batwoman, to listen to her spiel.
    "I heard that too," Karen agrees with Batwoman, keeping eye contact. "And that she saved a lot of people from gunfire. I hope someone thanked her for that before she vanished."

Batwoman has posed:
    An eyebrow arches as Kate listens to the exchange and blue eyes dart between Karen and the man briefly as she studies his reaction. The gentleman flushes a faint red and then quietly removes himself rom the bar without commenting further. The redhead, currently six foot three in heels, sets her drink aside and inheales slowly, stressing her top as her chest expands with air.
    "You know, that's a good question. She's just like us, right? Has to be out and about, meeting people and going out to clubs..." That last earns Karen a brief, almost lupine smile. She nods slowly and then take a deep breath, twisting slightly in her seat.
    "So it's true, right? It's you. You're Batwoman."

Power Girl has posed:
    Karen's left forefinger shoots to her lips, a bit of pantomime to accompany the hissed "Shh!" you probably can't hear over the music. "Don't tell anyone! It's my secret. I'll have to batarang you or bat-fu you or something."
    'Good job, Karen! You're interacting with someone. Have a good time. Play it casual.'
    Now that whatsisname is out of the way, Karen strolls closer to the bar and leans a hip and an elbow against it as she faces Kate more fully, smiling back. Her eyes twinkle. "So, pretend you were me, and you're cooling down after a hard day of crimefighting at a bank in a club like this one. What would you do here?"

Batwoman has posed:
    "Honestly? If I were Batwoman I'd find the most beautiful woman in the entire club and drag her out onto the dance floor so we could work out some of that building tension before movign on to bigger and better things." Kate's voice is soft and low, full of quiet promise even if just what she is reaching for is unclear.
    "Dance with me?" Kate asks then, abruptly. She climbs to her feet then, tdrawing herself to her full, impressive height as blue eyes scrutinize Karen's face with a great deal of care. She offers the blonde her left hand then, as if to allow herself to be led toward the dance floor. "Everything you're thinking will make a lot more sense after we're done. It always works for me..."

Power Girl has posed:
    'Wait. Is this an actual date? No... women dance at clubs, right? I'm sure I've seen that in a movie.'
    Self-reassured, Karen absorbs Kate's scrutiny easily. It's way outside of her comfort zone, but as conflicts go, it's very low stakes, after all. "Okay, but you'll have to teach me how. I've never danced before," Karen confesses, honestly, before hastily adding, "You know, because I was so busy learning martial arts and designing bat-grappling hooks and stuff." She takes Kate's hand confidently, though, and is surprised to notice her heartrate picking up a little bit at the contact. She hasn't had much human contact in the three years of her life that wasn't of the knuckles to the face variety, so whatever is going on here, this hand on hand stuff is nice.

Batwoman has posed:
    "Mmm." Kate nods slowly at that statement from Karen and then offers a soft laugh as she nods. "The other thign we need to discuss... I heard her name was Kate." The redhead flashes antoher smile at Karen then and allows herself to pbe tugged toward the nearby dancefloor.
    "Don't worry, I'll show you how to dance. To start with, just do what I do...: That's the final statement before the woman strides confidently into the crowd on the dance floor and starts with simply swaying her hips, moving in a way that is both sensual as slight.
    Soon enough the two of them will be dancing in earnest if Kate has anything to say about it.

Power Girl has posed:
    There are about four seconds of hand-holding, just enough to be awkward, before Karen gets the hint and takes you to the dance floor. 'Maybe it's because she's in a dress? I'm probably supposed to take the lead because she looks more feminine,' she reasons to herself as she takes Batwoman--Kate--to the dance floor, a brief walk during which she comments, "Really? I heard her name was Karen." Pause. "I mean, I heard my name was Karen. Because I'm Batwoman. So, I overheard someone saying that about me. But I can't comment on it because it would give away my secret identity, if it was true, which I'm not saying it is, because..."

Power Girl has posed:
    "So, uh, dancing, huh?" Karen asks, absurdly grateful her Kryptonian physiology doesn't need to sweat in moments like these. A rueful grin is spreading on her face all the same, good humor marred by concentration as she watches Batwoman's--Kate's--hips for a second before slowly mimicking it. Easy enough so far!

Batwoman has posed:
    Finally Kate gives a slow nod, she's already sweating for her part. The heat of the bodies around them, the press of people that slowly forces them to work their way out or else further into the crowd is enough to have perspriation pouring down the redhead's pale skin, gleaming on her fesh as it falls. She's studying Karen's face, perhaps noting her lack of sweating as well.
    "Mmmhmm. Dancing. Let me show you." Kate closes the distance between them as the music picks up, her hips swaying in time with the thump of the beat. She presses herself in clsoe now, as they end up urther into the mass of dancers and the room they have for dancing is closing. It's like this until Kate is actually pressed against Karen. At least at that distnace the blonde can feel Kate as she twists and writhes dancing with her in a way that is intimate, possibly even lewd.
    Really, that's what it'sabout. THat contact, sweat slicked bodies rubbing against one another, grinding, twisting, and swaying to freneitc beats as people wring whatever pleasure they can out of simple movement. Except... Kate can actually dance.

Power Girl has posed:
    Karen notes Kate's sweat, purses her lips, and blows. She's never figured out exactly what she does to make her breath frosty--it feels like it happens in her throat rather than her chest, at least--but she sends a brief, arctic blast into Kate's face, cooling her without putting any pressure into it. And she imitates Kate. She can't dance, but she's doing her best, figuring out the timing compared to the music and learning to go with it... at least until Kate is pressed against Karen. Then her eyes fly open in shock, and she stops dancing.
    For a second. Then she resumes. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting that," she mutters, embarrassed, but keeping eye contact with Kate, not shying away from the physical contact either.

Batwoman has posed:
    It's hard to make out voices over the roar of the music and people moving in sync with their partner and your own beat . At least, if you aren't a Kryptonian. Kate nods in respond to that apology but she isnt' really listening. She can't. Instead she continues those movements enssual and bordering on sexual, but most important intimate. Physical contact. Shared body heat in a hot room. Power Girl doesn't need to beable to dance.
    That breath of frost has kate shivering. She jumps when it hits her skin and ends up with her teeth chattering, figting the urge to withdraw and instead returning to the dance in earnest to try to warm herself.
    Eventually the music slows and Kate is follows suit, end up swaying in Karen's arms while quietly showing her how to keep with a prper slow dance with you have no elbow room. in the end, however, Kate whispers, so quietly that only Karen could possibly hear. "You asked what I'd do if i were you, here? Do you relaly want to know...?"

Power Girl has posed:
    Karen's face twists in an expression of apology at Kate's shivers. She thought Kate would like some cool off; now she knows better. Fortunately, the cold doesn't last long in this environment, even without the dancing. As the slow song starts, Karen finds her steel arms around Kate's waist and shoulders (not to mention, her Kryptonian heart is pounding with a force roughly rivaling a sports car's engine firing on all cylinders, but if there's one thing Power Girl doesn't do, it's run from her fears), and she answers the question honestly: "Yes, of course, Kate. Tell me."

Batwoman has posed:
    "Not tell. Show." Kate lifts a figner then, holding it up to draw attention to her movement and watching Karen's eyes as she does. She waits until she has the Kryptonian's strictest attention, her slender frame in the other woman's strong arms, held close to her as they sway through a song that is positively gentle in comparison to the reberbrating intensity of early movements. "If you're sure." Kate shrugs then, moving her hands to Karen's shoulder and then steppign in close again, until they are just barely touching. The blonde didn't shy away from physical contact before. What's so different about now? It would make sense to ask that question if she wasn't listening closely enough for her superhuman hearing to catch the telltale moment Kate's heartrate spikes as she steels her resolve. Then the redheaded superheroine leans forward to plant a slow, deep kiss on her opposite's lips. She doesn't hesitate nor does she press to ohard. It's up to Karen to decide hwo they continue.

Power Girl has posed:
    So that's Karen's first kiss: with a human woman whose last name Karen doesn't know, and who doesn't know Karen's last name. A lot of women would be disappointed or even disgusted by it, but Karen, a woman whose body was designed by men for their viewing pleasure and whose costume was designed for men by their viewing pleasure; a woman sexualized from the moment of her conception to inspire a lust that was never acted upon by the men who made her... she's not that kind of woman. The kiss is the completion of a lifetime of signals and messages so fundamental to her life she doesn't notice them any more than the notices the pink blur of nose eternally in the lower center of her vision. She kisses Kate back timidly at first, then with a growing passion that makes her arms tighten... a passion she quickly throws cold water on with a realization that makes her put her palms on Kate's shoulders and push her gently back, eyes wide and a little frightened.
    "Kate, I..." Karen swallows and tries again. "Kissing you is nice, and I want more, but... I've never done this, and I'm afraid if I get too excited, I might... lose control, and hurt you. I need to be very careful, okay?"

Batwoman has posed:
    Of course, ordinarily when one discusses last names they presume that an ordinary exchange of names takes place at all. There isn't really a category of self-actualization which really includes 'met this person several times while acting within the auspices of a superhero alias I dare not break for fear of bringing harm to my loved ones'. It really changes the entire pretext of the situation.
    Kate doesn't worry about any of that. She likes Karen and they are here together, right now. She isn't the sort of person who is goign to worry about the details they do or don't have nearly as much as the fluttering sensation in the chest that comes from being so close to one naother. Right here, right now. Anything else can be solved in the moments that follow. So when Karen's ams tighten around her Kate reacts positively and leans into the woman... Until abruptly she's bieng shoved back.
    To her credit the blue-eyed, redheaded ex-Marine regards Karen with all the seirousness due her concern. She briefly reaches over with her left hand to rub the Green Beret insignia tattooed on her upper right arm. No words are spoken until Karen has gotten out everything she wishes to say. Kate, for hr part, does not look scared so much as thoughtful.
    "You need to be very careful," the woman agrees slowly, nodding once. "I trust you. I understand why you're afraid but I'm willing to go forward with this anyway." The woman reaches out now to gently take one of Karen's hands into both of hers. "I'll let you set the pace then. So... Where would you like to start?"
    As if Kate would let a little risk put her off.

Power Girl has posed:
    Suddenly, the crowd, the noise, the heat, the dark with the flashing lights, all threaten to overwhelm Karen's Kryptonian senses... 'Except they weren't overwhelming twenty minutes ago, so it's not your body, it's your mind,' Karen tells herself impatiently. Right. No pretenses, then: admit the fear. It isn't fear of Kate, it's fear of what Kate's words mean: very clearly, they mean, 'I want you.' What can Karen say in the face of this experience she's never been in and has no ability to understand?
    Karen licks her lips nervously, and answers, "I don't know where. I don't--I've never done this before," she repeats, a bit plaintively. "What comes next, how does this... happen?"

Batwoman has posed:
    Kate gently squeezes Karen's hand and gives herh ead a faitn shake in a flurry of deep red tresses. She titls her head slightly then, studying Karen's features for a second while the silence between the mis as deafenign as the music emanating from nearby. Finally Kate murmurs, "You are so beautiful.
    "Listen. It's okay. You don't have to be afraid of me so I'll spare you the spield about people you just met... We'll go back to my place. And it'll happen however it happens. Okay?" With that aid Kate gently draws Karen toward the exit to the Club, and her car.