5075/New Roommates

New Roommates
Date of Scene:	01 August 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	June Connor, Oracle

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June Connor has posed:
    Once June had settled for a few days and things had quieted down, she spent a couple away, saying that she had to 'take care of some stuff.' She made her way back to the Big Apple to get things from her old apartment. Sure enough, she returned with a bag of her clothes and a couple personal items. Seems she didn't have much she felt the need to keep. The most noticed might have been a picture of her and her father when she was about seven years old.

    Now? Well, she is at the punching bag, her hands wrapped, wearing a black sports bra and compression shorts. She seems really pissed at that bag. Kick, kick, jab, roundhouse. The bag jostles and swings from the blows, jangling its chain.

Oracle has posed:
    For her part, Barbara has given June a bit of space as well as time to get settled in. The redhead is dressed casually this morning, wearing yoga pants and a loose-fitting top that drapes off the shoulder to show a wide strap beneath.

    Heading into the kitchen, she pours a big mug of coffee. "How's your side doing today?" she calls out to her houseguest.

June Connor has posed:
    June gives a few more furious punches to the bag before stopping, walking over to grab her water bottle. She looks down at the side, only a little of the scab still shows. She healed pretty unnaturally fast all things considered.

    "Eh, it's not bad. Amazing what a little chi focus can do," she comments. "I gotta say, Foot may be a rough crowd, but they know their shit, right?" She chugs water into her mouth. "You seemed to get out from under Karai pretty well. Not a small feat. That girl is fast as hell. When I saw you lead her off, not gonna lie, thought that was gonna be it for you."

Oracle has posed:
    Wandering in from the kitchen, Babs sips her coffee as she approaches the workout area. "I'll admit that Karai is good. And she was really, really angry, too. Maybe we'll have the chance to lock horns another time, but that's not what I was there for."

    For someone who managed to evade one of the best martial artists on the East Coast, the slender redhead is almost blaise about it. Leaning her butt against a weight bench, she offers. "You keep up your training, but don't push yourself too fast. Believe me when I say you'll have plenty of opportunity to spar."

June Connor has posed:
    June quirks her mouth. "If I never see that bitch again, it'll be too soon. She's got a pretty short fuse, and does not forget. People say she made the Foot Clan what it is, it used to be a bunch of soft pussies. I dunno if it's true, but I believe it."

    She moves back to the bag, and starts delivering more punches to the bag. "So what's your angle now? I mean, you got that guy, you got me, you got a couple other heads that are in the game I gather. Now what?" She stops, and catches the bag to steady it again.

Oracle has posed:
    Babs watches the workout, calmly sipping her coffee all the while. "We'll deal with the Foot, as well as Karai, in time." she offers calmly. "The Shadow has his very own, unique, skill-set. But you've seen that first hand. As for my plans? I'm going global."

    "If you want to learn about a business, ANY business, you only have to 'follow the money'. Almost none of the drug trade currently on the East Coast actually originates locally. It comes in from offshore. The best way to fight it isn't on the streets, but at the source."

June Connor has posed:
    "Shit, you said that before. Thought you mighta changed your mind," June says, delivering a knee to the bag, followed by an elbow. She steadies it again, then repeats.

    "You know those sources don't get there because they are stupid," she says. "Like a bear at the top of the food chain, nobody eats a bear because nobody can take on a bear." She tilts her head, and a crack can be heard in her neck. "What happens when that bear gets pissed at you. You got enough backup with the Bat? You two like..."" she arches her brow, as if to suggest a romantic relationship.

Oracle has posed:
    Babs chuckles at the response. "Thought I might change my mind, or thought I was OUT of my mind?" she replies. "I understand your concern, of course. Following your metaphor, bears are hunted all the time. And trapped. The hunter just needs to know what they're doing."

    When the romantic relationship is implied, Babs nearly does a spit-take with the coffee? "Me and Him? Oh no, it's definitely NOT like that. For many, many reasons." she replies, looking to see of she's spilled anything. "I won't go into His story, but he was initially more like a mentor while I 'found my feet'. Now it's more an associate, or a partner."

June Connor has posed:
    "Ahh, right, ok," June acknoledges, grabbing her water again and taking another drink. "You just got the same halloween getup, so I just figured. None of mine anyway. I think you folks are a bit outta my league though," she admits frankly. "I mean, we already know you can kick my ass. I'm willin' to wager that Shadow guy can probably do the same." She puts the drink down, and starts unwrapping her hands, right first, then the left. "I mean, what do I got that you need? I ain't one for sittin' around like dead weight."

Oracle has posed:
    "Potential." the redhead replies evenly. Still leaning her butt against the weight bench, she takes another slow sip. "You're clever and you've got street smarts, you've already shown me that. I don't need a bunch of rock stars or prima donnas. I need people who can blend in and think on their feet."

    She considers for a moment, then adds. "We have... significant... backup available, should we need it. But that's only as a last resort. The way this is going to work is NOT by carpet-bombing campaigns or turning poppy plantations into war zones. We need to be surgeons."

June Connor has posed:
    "You sound like my dad," June says with a frown. "Potential. So... I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that none of you are actual crooks." She says, tossing the wraps on the floor carelessly. She rubs her hands, then rests them on her hips. "You don't know how they think." She points at the other young woman, nodding with narrowed eyes. "I get ya." She laughs. "I guess I got that part."

Oracle has posed:
    Crossing one foot over the other, Barbara just cradles the coffee mug and slowly smiles at June's revelation. "See? Like I said." she offers wryly. "You know how they think and how they operate. That also means you know how and where to make it hurt the most." Before June can reply, Babs raises a hand. "I'm not talking only the Foot, either. The 'good guys' tend to all follow the same operating model. I think, for the most part, the successful 'bad guys' do the same. After all, if the model works, why change it?"

June Connor has posed:
    "There's a lot I don't know," June admits. "I'm just a grunt. They found I was really good at finding ways into a place, and I know where to look for stuff." She shrugs. "What I DO know, is that they did stuff to sting other crime organizations pretty regularly. They got cameras stuck all over the city. They go off the same signal as the traffic lights, so they are hard to spot. I know cuz I put them there. They should be pretty easy to tap, they aren't even encrypted to make them less noticable. Might be better than taking them out." She grabs the hand towel from the bench, and wipes the sweat off her neck. "And it gives a good 'fuck you' to the Foot, which is a nice bonus. Those cameras were set up to monitor other crime groups, not to monitor cops and stuff."

Oracle has posed:
    The redhead lifts a brow at that, a little surprised and perhaps even a little impressed. "Interesting. I agree that we should leave them, and if they're tapped into the same traffic signal I should be able to hack in pretty easily." She smiles a little, adding "I may even be able to do it from here without a direct link." Another sip of coffee follows. "You have breakfast?"

June Connor has posed:
    June wipes her midsection, drying the winding tattoo of a japanese dragon that can be seen in part, and being careful around the nearly healed stab wound. It's still just a little sensitive. "Not yet. Was taught to train before eating because it is more important. Karai used to say if you can discipline yourself not to eat, you can discipline yourself to do anything." She shrugs. "Dunno, they fuck with your head pretty bad, I still feel urges to collect information for them, how screwed up is that?"

Oracle has posed:
    "There's 'training' and then there's 'conditioning'." Babs replies. "They can mean the same thing. The former just sounds a lot nicer, is all." Her expression becomes wry, then she adds. "And if you still feel urges to collect information, by all means DO so. Just bring it to me instead. Do not think even for a moment that you'd receive any reception short of death from them right now."

June Connor has posed:
    "Nah, I know that. I'm a traitor. They'd kill me on sight," June says, tossing the towel over her shoulder and starting to walk to the kitchen. "Just gotta stay out of sight long enough that they stop lookin'. Not sure how long that'll be, though." She pulls the fridge door open. "I mean, longest I ever heard someone stayin' lose was four days, so I guess I already set a record."

Oracle has posed:
    "Well I hope you're in the mood for setting records, then." Barbara replies evenly. "In any case, I plan on giving the Foot plenty of other things to think about very soon. You should drop pretty low on their priority list. Even punishing traitors falls below 'survival'."

June Connor has posed:
    "Hell yeah," June says, pulling the container of orange juice from the fridge. She takes a drink straight from the jug. Maybe she's not used to rooming with someone else, or hygene, or something. "You gonna do the same to the Hand and Mafia and all those? If you find any corrupt judges in the process, I call dibs. I'll kill those fuckers slow as I can."

Oracle has posed:
    Barbara lifts an index finger at the last. "Hold that thought a moment, June. Killing isn't our first play, by any means. It's not even our second or third. Yes, we operate outside the law to punish people who are 'above' the law. But not with execution. It's too easy, and it also draws a LOT of unwanted attention by people who would otherwise be willing to help."

June Connor has posed:
    "Too easy?" June asks, "I mean...I get you come from the goodie two-shoes side of stuff," she says, "But ain't none of this gonna be easy. You know why the crooks keep survivin'? It's cuz they are willin' to do whatever it takes to win. What if Superman was to man up and say fuck it and kill every one of those guys that would kill him if they could? Lot less people would make a play, I promise you that." She takes another chug. "'Sides, these people you don't wanna kill? They'd cut your throat without thinkin'."

Oracle has posed:
    Barbara puts down the mug, now. "Is that what you think this is all about, June, some sort of Mafia-, Foot-, Hand- genocide? Yes, I know that Karai would kill you if she could. Just like she would've tried to kill me if she caught me. Does that justify calling in Superman to napalm every Foot stronghold and soldier on the streets?" And yes, she's discussing this as if it's something she could make happen. "Think a moment. What would happen if we responded that way? How would the Foot respond if we didn't kill every last one of them in a single strike."

June Connor has posed:
    June looked like she was ready for a rebuttal until the last part of Babs' argument. She stops, and puts the jug of orange juice on the counter. After a second she breaks eye contact. "See, this is why I suck at bein' the good guy," she says. "They would regroup, go deep under the radar again until they had a way to kill him. They'd kill anyone it took to get to him, too. It'd be a blood bath."

Oracle has posed:
    Babs waits for June to work the math, a wry smile touching her lips at the final admission. "Exactly. Or worse, they'd start murdering innocents to draw him out. Never forget that the ultimate goal is a peaceful, positive living experience for all of the innocent, everyday citizens out there. I know it sounds corny, but we're doing the dirty work here so that they don't have to be touched by it."

June Connor has posed:
    June opens the fridge, sticking the orange juice back in, and closes the door. "Sounds good," she says. "I really thought I knew what your pitch was gonna be, but...you actually make sense." She takes in a sharp breath, and then lets it out slowly. "I mean, you got me out and I'm not dead yet. So I'll play your fiddle long as I can." She glances out the tinted windows at the city beyond. "So sure, let's do it. I'll help you piss in their beer."