3278/Gotham Nights

Gotham Nights
Date of Scene:	30 November 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Koery Movich, Jersey Shore/Gotham-Style
Cast of Characters:	Catwoman, Oracle

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Catwoman has posed:
The thing about Gotham? The criminals fear The Batman and his associates. They fear the crazy villains that he confronts. But they really do not fear each other. That is the crux of many problems in the city; conflict between one mobster and another. A turf battle between gangs. Someone's dry cleaning coming back with the lipstick still on the collar to be found by a wife or girlfriend.

Tonight, it seems that one such conflictis destined to occur in the Red Hook area of Burnley. It seems that the mob and lipstick have crossed paths in unfortunate ways. The mistress of Alfonso "Alfie" Bianchi, a mid level boss in the Sergioni family got wind of the fact his mistress, Lucy Harmon, was also cavorting with a member of the Minelli family. Neither were large, what with the Falcones and the other families. But they were big enough to draw in plenty of firepower to make this a memorable night.

Unknown to those bent on revenge, Gotham's feline thief was tergeting Bianchi's home tonight herself. He is the one in possession of a certain little black book. Not of lovers but of bank accounts. Accounts that Catwoman had plans for. It was just bad luck for the black-suited Cat that she would cross paths with the soon to be raging conflict.

Oracle has posed:
Frankly, the streets of Gotham are often a mess. Now, with all the anti-mutant crap hitting the fan, it's even a little crazier. It's almost a relief to be out on the rooftops and find something as normal as the mob and a mistress stepping out.

Batgirl hightails it across the three blocks from where she was staking out a corner, swooping around the edge of one of the buildings to come to a solid landing slightly east of the confrontation. Peering over the edge, she watches the screaming start on their front stoop between Bianchi and Harmon. Then the pushing starts. And *then* there's a car that comes to a screeching halt, disgorging the Minelli guy. All in all, there look to be only about 8 guys plus Harmon herself. And from the *CRACK* sound of the slap she just bestowed on Bianchi, Batgirl isn't entirely sure she's going to have to get involved.

But then again... there is the Cat peering down too.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman looks down from her own vantage point in disbelief. It's no wonder these two families aren't controlling a larger piece of the Gotham pie. Slapping and fighting in the streets? That's more Keystone Kops than Mob manners. At least show up and do a drive by or burn down the house. But this? This would be embarrassing to any Don. And yet, it helps her cause. It is a very public scene and it makes her grin.

Dropping down from a rooftop, Catwoman slips through shadows and across to Bianchi's townhouse. She slips inside while the confusion and chaos continues out front. This should be easy. Candy. Baby.

Oracle has posed:
The Bat across the road notes the shadow on the upper floor of house. She doesn't interfere with the thief. The show down there is actually too freakin' funny. In the past couple of days, there's been so much NOT funny that Batgirl is actually just kind of watching the scene below like it's reality TV. Not her problem, as long as weapons don't come out.

By the time Catwoman regains the roof, though, Batgirl has changed her position. She's waiting for the other woman the next building over, directly in the thief's escape route. "Really?" she asks drily.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman has very little trouble finding where the book is kept. It was behind a large painting in the master bedroom. Seriously. Because that wouldn't be obvious or anything. There is just as little trouble cracking the safe's lock to open it. Once she is in, the book is taken. And there are a number of nice pieces of jewelry as well. They disappear just to make the trip more fun. Diamonds do sparkle so.

Once closed back up, Catwoman slips out a top floor window and makes her way to a new vantage point. Sirens blare in the distance. This large 'domestic' dispute has been called in by someone. As a result, curiosity gets the better of her and Catwoman drops down to get comfortable and watch the 'show'. It really is like a life taping of a Korey Movich show over who the real father is. But without the popcorn.

Oracle has posed:
Batgirl is finding the spectacle quite amusing as well... and so when Catwoman stops to watch, she can't help herself. She launches off the other roof to come join the other woman. "Please, please, tell me that this is a bad episode of reality TV? Because.... wow." She's stifling her laughter, because just about the time the cops pull up and the whole place is flooded with red and blue lights, the mistress decides that she's going to start THROWING things! "Oh god."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman has long since gotten over being jumpy when a Bat shows up. She hears Batgirl and shakes her head, unwilling to take her eyes on the throwdown not even fifty yards away. "Mmm.. I don't see any cameras. But it would absolutely make a segment on 'Merica's Stupidest People On Video'. This is their bread and butter." She watches as a lawn chair comes into play. "Wait.. is this _really_ a Mob scuffle, or a Wrestling throwdown..?"

Oracle has posed:
Batgirl has wide eyes behind her mask. "Holy shit!" she gasps, watching the lawn chair fly. She really can't stifle the giggles. "This is so not funny. It's like a train wreck. I can't look away!" She takes up a comfortable position, squatted next to Catwoman as they both stare at the unfolding drama below. There are uniforms shouting at people now, and the woman in question is now YELLING back at the officers about how they better get both of these blankety-blank blank blanks off her stoop!

"I can not WAIT to see the police reports on this one," she comments. "So do I want to know what they had that you wanted so bad that you went in there?" Batgirl slants a glance at the thief. "Can't look the other way this time, so.... hand it over so we don't have to brawl or something? I'd much rather watch the rest of this episode."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman glances at Batgirl as she clearly gets invested in watching the scene below. She slowly smirks at how enthusiastic the vigilante is over what a spectacle it is. "It's going to make the Mob really inept." She then looks innocent as batgirl accuses her of stealing. A sigh. "Fine. I went in there to steal the jewelry he bought for his 'dame'. But it seems he got so much more this way. She's already going to kick him to the curb. If the PD doesn't cuff her first."

Oracle has posed:
Shaking her head, Batgirl holds out one gauntleted hand. "Gimme," she orders with an amused tone. "I'm having too good a time with this to chase you across the rooftops. C'mon. Hand it over." Particularly nasty curses float upward and there's a sudden flurry of activity when someone's weapon makes an appearance. And the uniforms, who are well trained for domestic disputes, are in motion before either of the watchers on the roof can shake their heads.

With one eye on the proceedings and one eye on Catwoman, Batgirl says, "You really gotta quit this. For heaven's sake, go steal some STOLEN art and return it to the damn museum or something, woman."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman sighs and hands over the little pouch with jewels. "Here you go Bats.." She smiles wryly. "Yeah. I'm not in the habit of hanging out with the good guys after they take my fairly gotten ill gotten gain. It's kind of bad karma." And with that she stands, backing away a few steps. "Give my regards to the Boss Man.." she waggles her gloved fingers and turns, running silently across the rooftop before diving off the opposite side and disappearing into the night.

Oracle has posed:
Taking the bag from Catwoman, Batgirl just shakes her head as the other woman launches herself off the roof. "I swear, the woman just does this because she's bored," she mutters under her breath. "Maybe I can hire her to steal some things, put her talents to DECENT use." Mumble mumble mumble.

With all the men being cuffed on the ground below, and the woman still screaming invectives on both of her lovers, Batgirl just lets the GCPD deal with that crap. Sometimes it's really just not worth getting involved. As she makes her way to the edge of the roof, intending to return the stolen items, she glances curiously into the bag.

And she's been had.

Standing there on the edge of the roof, Batgirl just stares at the G-string that dangles from her hand. Bianchi's wife's jewels are nowhere to be seen... and Batgirl can't help the eyeroll to the sky and the snicker that accompanies it. "God, that woman."