1514/Catching up with the Kryptonians

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Catching up with the Kryptonians
Date of Scene: 17 July 2017
Location: Gotham City
Synopsis: Supergirl happens upon Nightwing on a stake out and wants to help.
Cast of Characters: Nightwing, Supergirl




Nightwing has posed:
    Night time in Gotham City across the river from the great isle of Manhattan, one can really tell the difference between the two. Manhattan is shining in its own way, not quite a beacon in the night like Metropolis, but it has a vibrancy all its own with the steady flow of traffic and the occasional spotlights that shine up from the great burg. But Gotham, only some ways across the river, it's fairly dark compared to the other cities. Oh in one way it's primarily because of the way the weather flows, storm clouds brew and roil across the river heading towards one side as opposed to the other more often than not. So there's more rain over in Gotham, more heavy dark clouds that hang low in front of the moon.
    Yet with that difference still taken for account, the old city on the north side of the river seems to carry an ominousness to it. And tonight is no different. The rain is just a trickle, so high up above most of the clouds it's just a faint haze of moisture that clings to the leather and kevlar of the young vigilante's suit. Rarely more than a nuisance, today... it's getting on Nightwing's nerves because it's interfering with his night vision in his visor.
    For a moment he risks all as he drops down behind the wall on the rooftop he currently resides. He pulls his mask from his eyes and rather wisely tries to adjust the night vision with a light tapping on the side to try and shake whatever's loose... back into place.
    A moment later and he puts them back on and raises his eyebrows. "Hnh," He says, "Worked."
    And with that he rounds back to look to the riverside, gaze distancing as he returns to his stakeout.

Supergirl has posed:
    Sometimes being able to fly at insane speeds is very helpful. Other times, it's just plain fun. Tonight, it's both.
    Supergirl had gone to visit with some old friends down at Myrtle Beach where they were celebrating summer. She had flown down early that morning to hang out, spend a few hours splashing in the ocean, then settled in with them to enjoy a bonfire complete with hot dogs and s'mores. It was a perfect day that moved into a perfect night. Now, she's on her way home to Starling, having called to let her mother know she'd be home in a couple of hours. Even though she was Supergirl, her mother worried. It was the nature of parents.
    Coming upon Gotham, she hits the drizzling rain. She actually stops, hovering about a hundred feet above the closest building, and looks up at the sky. Then she flies out of the city, past the drizzle. Stopping again, she tilts her head to the side. It's like someone planted a rain cloud over Gotham. Go fifty feet past the city limits, there was no rain. City limits--sploosh!
    Giggling to herelf, she continues her way through the city, actually enjoying the feel of the raindrops. The heat at the beach was intense, though she loved it since the sun helped refuel her personal batteries to a high level. Still, the cooling mist is nice as she lazily flies over then pauses, her sharp gaze picking up on movement.
    Focusing, she spots a familiar figure and swoops down toward him.

Nightwing has posed:
    From her point of view he might look a touch comedic as he's perched there, balanced on the balls of his feet with his arms resting on his knees. That's the thing in Gotham, if you're a Bat... you know that people never look up, it's not in their programming for some reason. They hardly ever look to see what might be looking down on them. It's kind of disconcerting when you forget to do so yourself.
    She's able to get closer to him than he'd have liked. It's just the subtle feeling of that change in air pressure that precedes her arrival that has him turning his head, then looking up abruptly... and there she is. Red and blue with the big S. At first he smiles a bit, his rain slicked hair falling into his eyes enough that he pushes those dark locks back with the pressure of one hand.
    "Oh hey," He offers in way of greeting. Real polite, Dick.

Supergirl has posed:
    "Hi!" she says entirely too brightly to someone sneaking around trying to be discreet on a rooftop. Her smile is full and happy as she floats down to a spot on his right. She lightly lands. Then she hunkers down in a similar posture. Except she keeps her knees together, her skirt smoothed into place against her thighs. She looks off in the direction he'd been focused when she arrived, not seeing anything particularly interesting but she also isn't trying very hard. Glancing back over at him, she lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
    "Is this a stake-out? Can I help? I never have been on a stake-out and I've always wanted to after watching those movies where they are always doing them and chatting and becoming the best of friends. Why are you doing it by yourself? I thought it was always partners."

Nightwing has posed:
    Behind the mask Nightwing's eyes are wide as if he were trying out how to explain these things to Supergirl. It's not an entirely pleasant thought, for really it's not that she's a bad hero, or not that she can't understand. It's more... they sort of live in different worlds. His work is dark and gritty and tends to get one's hands dirty. Hers is more rich and vibrant and full of clour, and ends with the fresh scent of potpourri.
    A hand lifts to the back of his neck, "Oh, you know me, dangerous loner type stuff, that's my game." He gives her a smile and lightly touches an hand to her arm and urges her... /over/ just a smidge out of line of sight of the office building he's watching.
    "One sec," He tells her even as he detaches a small black cube from his belt and places it on the small wall that separates them from the abyss of the drop to the streets beyond it. A few adjustments to the box are made, pointing it one way, then a smidge the other. He touches his visor and the display comes up, showing him the point he's staking out. But freeing him so he can turn away from it and back to her.
    "You can help if you want, but chances are this is going to be dull. You know how the saying goes, being a hero is 90 percent of the time boredom mixed with 10 percent of the time absolute terror, well this is part of the 90 percent."

Supergirl has posed:
    As he nudges her arm, she shifts a couple of half steps in the direction he wants, then resettles on her red boots in that unusual position. "Doesn't this make your legs hurt after a while? It'd be so much easier to stand." But then she will be a bright red and blue beacon on the skyline so she refrains from doing so. At least, for now. Maybe she can get him to move. "Oh! If you want to watch someone I can do it for you! Who am I watching?" She looks in the direction he was seemingly pointing the box then back to him with another big smile.
    He is all cool and calm. This is routine for him. For her, it's all new and exciting. So she's a little over exuberant as she wraps her arms around her legs and stares in the direction of the building in question. She lets her gaze shift into x-ray, allowing her to look through the walls at the various people in the building and on the three floors she is guessing might be part of the focus.
    "I don't see how this can be boring. I bet it's some major criminal circle, isn't it? And if you don't stop them, the entire city is going to be destroyed!"
    She may be watching too many movies in her down time.

Nightwing has posed:
    His smile graces his features as he tells her with a wry look to him a small paraphrased quote of one of his favorite movies, "The trick is to not mind that it hurts."
    But then he holds up a hand, "We're waiting for people to possible arrive. Maybe. Got about three hours to keep an eye out. If you don't have anywhere you need to go some extra muscle would be good." Since really, Supergirl is all sorts of that, if perhaps an entirely too chipper and optimistic one.
    "But the deal here is that I've been keeping an eye on the Rinaldi crime family, they've been trying to smuggle in some advanced weapons to make a move on some of the other gangs. I stopped one shipment, now I need to figure out what they're doing next. Tonight..." He points, "They're meeting here."
    But then he settles to the side, "So we have some time to chat, how are you doing? Are you and the shorter bird boy still..." He waggles a hand, having heard a rumor somewhere.

Supergirl has posed:
    The thing about Supergirl is the facial expression matches the emotions. She's mad, it's obvious. She's happy, it's right there for everyone to see.
    At that question, her brow furrows and her lips curve down a little bit. "No, we haven't seen each other in quite a while. Guess it wasn't meant to be. I'm busy over in Starling most of the time and he's here. Sure, I can travel fast but sometimes the distance doesn't really help with things. We're still friends. I think. I hope. I mean, we didn't fight or anything. We just went our own ways." She nibbles at her bottom lip a moment, looking away from the building to focus on him. "You're gadget will tell when someone is there? I can listen in when they show up." From this distance. Without toys. Yeah, they're a little different.
    The change of subject wasn't really on purpose but it could come across that way. "What about you? I haven't seen you in ages it feels like."

Nightwing has posed:
    "Things are going well," He tells her, even as his voice is a bit low, using that faintly muffled tone so the words don't travel with the night. Nightwing looks to her and sits down with his back to the wall, knees drawn up for him to rest his hands on them, "Did some travelling for a time, back here and Bludhaven full time. Talked to the Bat. He's... the same." That works, the same.
    Then he smiles a bit, "Thinking about taking up a career. And I met someone... like when I didn't expect to. Strange. People always tell you that you'll find something when you're not really looking, and this sort of did happen that way."
    There's a pause then he adds, "So yeah there's that."

Supergirl has posed:
    She turns and hops down to the rooftop then sits down next to him. Her cape is beneath her, acting almost like a blanket for her to sit upon. "So Batman is his usual dark and broody self? What is with all of you doing that thing? Is there a problem with being happy?" She grins a little then leans her head on her arms as she listens.
    Seeing him talking about this girl he met has her smile widening, blue eyes flashing with something that could be humor. "A girl huh? Is she pretty? I mean, of course she's pretty or you wouldn't like her. So that's a stupid question. You just ran into her and bam! It hit you?" She sighs softly. "That's so romantic. At least, I hope it's romantic." She lifts her head as thought occurs to her. "Is she someone I know?" Her automatic thought is it's someone in a costume.

Nightwing has posed:
    "I... don't think so." He tilts his head to the side as he talks to her about this, so strange since really... he hasn't really talked to anyone else about this yet. But there's a certain freedom in this. To speak about someone that puzzles you and is important to you... it's easier to speak to someone somewhat on the outside of things. "She's a police officer in Bludhaven. So that's sort of strike one, and makes it difficult. Batman will not be pleased."
    Nightwing lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck thoughtfully. "And when we met it seemed like a sort of just... flirtation?" He looks to her to see if she's keeping up, "But it became something else entirely very quicly. And not that that was unwelcome I was just... surprised." Really surprised.

Supergirl has posed:
    "A cop?" Supergirl echoes, eyebrows going high in surprise. "Oh that can't be good. Batman will never let you." Spoken like a teenager who still has to listen to her parents. As opposed to someone who is grown and can make their own decisions. She just knows that the Batman is the grumpiest of sorts. At least in her mind. She's not actually met him but what's she heard, he's not really a happy person. She prefers to be around those who are happy. Or at least can fake being happy.
    As he explains the flirting turning into something else, she is nodding sagely while not getting what he means at all. "So you flirted and you figured out you liked her a lot." That's her version of something else. Naivete at its best. "But if she's a cop and you're a costumed hero, she is going to want to arrest. She probably already does if she's in Bludhaven!" she says in sudden distress at the thought. "Oh that's horrible! I don't like the idea of you and her on opposite sides. It's like Romeo and Juliet. But older. And with less swords."

Nightwing has posed:
    "Well, I /am/ twenty five, so really it's my decision." He advances this as if it were the truth and the only thing that mattered, which isn't entirely true. Still.
    And then he nods in agreement with her, "Yeah, that'll be difficult and doesn't bode well for the future. I don't know. I should worry about it now but..." He smiles a bit and pushes his hair back from his eyes, even as the rain continues to trickle and torment them with its steady pitter-patter upon the wall and the gravel.
    "So yeah, I'm not entirely sure what to do. Though we do have another date soon. But I don't know." He waves a hand, "Anyways you don't want to hear all this. Other than this..." He looks around, "Apparently we have some problem with a wizard guy, and there've been some incursions from the League of Assassins. But now you're caught up. Ok?"

Supergirl has posed:
    "You shouldn't go out with her again," comes the decision from Supergirl, who is the be-all-end-all of relationship knowledge despite never having had one. "If you fall for her and she finds out, it'll be a probem. If you are keeping secrets from her, it'll be a problem." She nibbles her lip a moment, glancing down at her boottips. "What if she's okay with you being in costume though? Then she's in a bad spot because she has to keep your secret too." She shakes her head again. "Don't go out with her again. Find a girl in a costume. There are lots to choose from!"
    Ever So Helpful.

Nightwing has posed:
    "Ugh!" She can tell that is not the answer he wanted to hear. Like when you toss a coin in the air and call heads or tails whether or not you do something, no matter what it comes down as at least it'll show you what you /really/ want to happen. "You don't understand, EssGee," Nightwing waves a hand to the side, "Sometimes you meet someone and it's just electric. And with her it's..." He looks to the side, "Not the same as the other times. Not that those times were bad, just different just this was..."
    He loses his command of vocabulary as he shakes his head, "You probably don't understand what I mean."

Supergirl has posed:
    The blank look he's getting from her shows that he's right. She has no idea what he means. She has no experiences co compare or empathize with him. She has but one resources to draw upon and that isn't very helpful in a situation like this. "You like her. A lot. Like when the guy and girl meet and it's just perfect right away. Like a Disney movie! But you know that the movie can't end without something causing problems for them. But," and now she is giving one of her brightest smiles. "In the end they fall in love and everything works out."
    She wraps her arms around herself in a little hug of happiness at the idea. "See! You already have it all figured out. Someday I'll know that feeling." She sighs longingly but her smile never fades. "I just hope it happens before I get old."
    Did she just call him old? It could be taken that way. Probably just her musing outloud.

Nightwing has posed:
    "You're like, what, twelve? You got plenty of time." Of course at that Dick sort of smiles wryly, just a half smile as he teases her lightly. But then he tilts his head to the side to look over the edge of the building before he steals a glance back towards her. "But this is the real world, Supergirl..."
    He smiles as he rubs at the back of his neck, "Sometimes things don't work out, and I think I may just be being selfish to want to keep seeing her. But yeah." He waves a hand, "Anyways, you probably don't want to spend three hours here, you should head back to Metropolis. I'll handle things here. Ok?"

Supergirl has posed:
    "I'm sixteen!" she protests loudly, as only a sixteen year hold can when being called a child. Tweens are children to the wise old teenager. As he looks over the wall, she lifts her head and glances that way. "You sure you don't want my help?" she asks, sorry to be dismissed but knowing that if she cuts through Metropolis on the way home, she may end up having to stop and say hi to her cousin. If he's even around and not off rescuing someone. She really doesn't get to see him nearly as much as she'd like.
    Standing, she straightens her skirt with a brush of her hands to the back and front then her cape flutters around her.

Nightwing has posed:
    "Ohhh, that changes everything," Nightwing grins happily as he leans out of arm's reach from her since really, an angry kryptonian play punch often hurts as bad as a real one. Still, he looks back to her and gives her a nod, "Yah it's fine. Don't worry." He waves a hand behind him as if including the entirety of the facility behind him, his eyes meeting hers. "You go do your thing, I'll do mine."
    Then he sits up a bit and smiles, "And don't tell anyone what I told you or we're totally fighting." He points at her as if to show how serious he is. Soooo very serious.

Supergirl has posed:
    For an instant, she takes him seriously. Her brow furrows, a little pout appears, her eyes show a sudden concern and worry. It takes a good five seconds for his expression to register, to reealiz he's teasing. The sun comes out again in the form of her bright smile and she floats into the air. "Oh I won't tell a soul! I mean, who would I tell?" Don't answer that. Better not to think about it. With that, she shoots higher in the air and gives a cheery wave, a bright spot in an otherwise dreary night. Then a moment later, she's gone, streaking across the sky toward Metropolis.