5213/The Bats and the Birds

The Bats and the Birds
Date of Scene:	21 August 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Batwoman, Peregrine

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Batwoman has posed:
There is something boldly heroic about rooftop standing. Mostly that it means you can get where you're going in a hurry, as long as you're either good at falling or something a little less than human. Kate is unfortunately quite human, but she's packed with all the technology that one can fit onto an athletic female frame, and cloaked in the dark armor of the Bat. Her pale lower jaw is visible, and the long, tumbling red locks that fall down her back from beneath her cowl almost, almost look real. But the most alarming, and important thing is, as always, the rich red paint that covers her lips, even as she muses to herself.

"It's a waste of time trying to track him. Anything we find will be weeks old. We'd better just prepare for the next time he crops up and try to get ahead of him them." One arm over her chest, hand to the side of her cowl as she paces across the roof slowly. The CCTV in Gotham must be absolutely bananas.

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine always wanted to visit Gotham City. So - she decided to one day. She steps out of Star Labs as the sun sets, and stretches. And she takes off, running a a few hundred MPH, and soon enough ends up in Gotham City. The yellow lightning trail of a speedster would be QUITE visible in the deepening twilight. She bypasses a park that seems to be overgrown with nettles, not wnating to tangle with that. She finally decides that a tall view is better as she runs up the side of a building and catches herself on the ledge at top, doing a backflip, and lands gracefully on a building, to look around. She looks around, unaware that she is one building over from Batwoman as she is just looking at the streets. "Maybe I should've come a few hours ago..." she mutters.

Batwoman has posed:
"Contact. Stream all gathered data to me." Batwoman's eyes catch the trail as soon as it appears, as if she's been looking for that kind of trouble - It's enough to pique her interest on one of Gotham's quieter nights. And undocuments metahumans are always a concern, one never knows precisely what they're capable of. Once the trail has stopped, she locates the building, not too far from her own, and sets off at a sprint for the edge of the building. Vaulting the small barrier and pouncing off it, her cloak connects to her wrists and billows out into a temporary wing - Allowing her to half-sail, half-glide across and down to the next rooftop.

It's impossible to land softly, though, despite pulling up at the last minute - But it's far from graceless, the swoop allowing her to land with both feet, hands outstretched as her cloak seperates back to flowing behind her, and an audible thud of her stepped, armored boots upon the edge of Peregrine building. Voice rich, seductive, as those luscious red lips part. "Hello, Stranger, and welcome to Gotham." For those who know the town, the crimson bat on her chest might give her away.

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine turns the moment you land on the roof. Peregrine's wearing a tight blue costume that while form-fitting, looks somewhat militaristic. It even has the word 'PEREGRINE' written on the right side of her chest. There's glowing yellow strips threaded through her outfit, including on the fingertips. Her head is covered in some kind of helmet that would seem to be a modification of what a figher pilot wears - the lower part of her face is covered with a mask and her eyes are covered in tinted lenses. She looks you up and down. "I heard tourism was good this time of year, so I thought I'd visit," she states simply, deciding against a voice disguise. "I thought the one who bore the emblem of a bat was... a man?"

Batwoman has posed:
"There's a few different versions." Kate remarks offhandedly, taking in a good, long view of that strange outfit. She steps off the edge lightly and onto the roof proper, bringing herself closer to the stranger. Her own voice is disguised, of course, hence the layering that she'd never bother with in civilian clothing. "I wouldn't call it recruitment, but I would say that Gotham's problems have exceeded one man, no matter how versatile he may be. Of course, it meant finding armor with a bustierre, so we wouldn't have that kind of confusion." A soft, delighted laugh escapes her lips, "Perhaps not the right time to visit the city. Scum and Villany prefer the darkness to skulk around in." And in her rich reds, doesn't she stand out against it. "But as long as you've no stake in that, you're welcome enough. Batwoman, at your pleasure."

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine nods. "You can call me Peregrine. I'm... still kinda new to this. I've only recently started to get a feel for these new abilities. They're a recent development." She then ponders. "I was hoping to find a test for my skills. I'm a speedster... but I will assume by how quickly you came here that you were probably up on the rooftops already - and... a running speedster is hardly subtle." She ponders. "What kind of scum and villainy are we talking about?" she asks. "I saw this one park that seemed to be lined entirely in some rather vicious-looking brambles. Kinda weird."

Batwoman has posed:
"Hopefully you make something good of them. Far be it from me to indulge in apophthegm, but Power Corrupts." Kate answers simply, folding her arms over her chest as she looks out over the city. "She would be one of them. Miss Ivy, who similarly discovered powers of nature. Now, something of a thorn in Gotham's side, but occasionally she's useful. Devastatingly beautiful, but she tends to put the life of plants above all else, including humans." A faint smirk, "And there are others, like Mister Nygma, who yesterday tried to tear off an architects legs as an act of criticism over his later designs." A gesture over the city, "And a cascade of drug smugglers, thieves, rapists and the like."

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine just stares. "Wow. This place is crazy. I'm still trying to decide what I want to do with these powers. They've changed my life and how I see the world... and...." She sighs softly. "I'm at a loss. I don't know what to do with my life. I can't go back to what I did. It's... not possible for a variety of reasons."

Batwoman has posed:
Kate nods slowly. "It's not an uncommon feeling. You're at a crossroads, where you need to re-evaluate where you are, what things mean to you, and decide who you want to try to be going forward." The armored woman looks out over the city, and then allows herself an uncharacteristic sigh. "My personal advice is, even if you wanted to a normal life, one will probably deny you now. So what you are left with is being all you can be." A militaristic slogan escapes her lips. "Black Ops typically ends with suicide, assisted or otherwise. Vigilantism will ruin your social and romantic lives. Villany will steal your body, your freedom and your free will. It is, if you excuse the phrase, a shitty decision."

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine snorts. "I wasn't in the Army. More of an 'Aim High - Fly, Fight, and Win' type," she notes, quoting a recent Air Force recruiting slogan. She ponders. "Honestly, one thought I had is just to not be a hero and be a mechanic. Fastest repair shop around..." She shrugs. "But that seems a waste of these abilities. I was a test pilot." She ponders. "And I know about black ops. Never went there. You'd be a vigilante. Do you consider your services vital?"

Batwoman has posed:
"Unfortunately... People with powers do not get to live quiet lives. Sooner or later they're forced into using them. External pressure. Internal fears. Entitlement." Batwoman muses about it like it's happened so many times before. "I know that without me, more people are in danger, or worse. I know that if I don't stand for what I believe in, I can't sleep." What little she does. "Vital? That's hard to say." A long pause hangs in the air, and there's the softest sound of communication from within her cowl before she offers an almost inperceptible nod. "I have a friend, who has recently wanted to help people who are... New, to powers, to seeking justice, to help them find their own way." She leaves the sentence where it is. For now.

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine nods slowly, listening to your speech. Then she tilts her hread, as she hears the communication chatter inside your cowl. She can't make the words out, but can definitely tell someone was talking to you. "This friend - I would like to meet him." She hmmmms softly, clicking her tongue. "So the cowl has comms in it - very useful. Mine too though nobody's on them." She looks down. "Maybe I care more about helping people then hurting bad guys."

Batwoman has posed:
"Her." Batwoman corrects. "I can't explain why but it appears all of her students are exclusively female. Perhaps it's to torment me." A soft snicker escapes those painted lips, "But I have great faith in her character. My cowl contains a great number of technology, in fact. I am wholly human, and completely unenhanced, but a girl has to level the playing field sometimes." She falls into a casual sit agains the barrier designed to keep wanderers from falling off. "Oracle has no 'agenda' that I am aware of. She wants to help people, as well. Myself? I'm far more about making sure that bad people end up somewhere where they can't harm themselves or others. Sometimes that means hurting them first."

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine nods. "Oh, sorry. Why would this Oracle choosing just females be a torment to you? I don't get it." She ponders. "I heard that Batman, despite all the fear ascribed to him, is similarly a 'mere mortal' with good equipment." She ponders. "I would love to meet this Oracle. To get advice. A team. I've never really been a solo act - well, except when flying weird jets."

Batwoman has posed:
Kate laughs aloud, seeming to find the conversation more than a little amusing. "I'm a firm fan of the fairer sex, and it's occasionally lent me a less than fair reputation. I play along, though, because it's fun enough to me." At least she's honest about it, and explanative too. "I would not know about the Batman. On one hand, I'm sure he is mortal. On the other hand, his determination is far beyond that of a human. How would I have Oracle get in contact with you, then, Miss... Peregrine," She re-eyes the name. THat'll do.

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine does wonder if Batwoman was eyeing the name on her chest... or her chest itself. A speedster costume has to be necessarily form-fitting to lower friction. But she says nothing. "Well, this is an enlightened time. I'm not one to judge." She smiles faintly. "Yes, I go by Peregrine. Have this Oracle call Star Labs. They can get hold of me. They're the ones who helped me through my changes." She leans against an AC unit, sighing softly.

Batwoman has posed:
"Precisely." Although the military might not have agreed once upon a time. It's becoming a little apparent that the outfit she's wearing might be made with a little vanity in mind anyway. "Star Labs. I think I remember that name. I'll forward what I have onto her in a moment, anyway, and she'll manage it all when she's able." The Batwoman smiles. "It must be nice though. To have such speed at your fingertips. I've had my fair share of fighter jets and fast cars, but..."

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine nods. "Yes. There is nothing as intense. Sometimes I'll just go running. I ran from New York City. Just because. Though I have to eat a lot. It's worth it tough." She smiles faintly. "I could give you a tour of your city through a speedster's eyes if you like. Though if you get any kind of vertigo or motion-sickness you might regret it."

Batwoman has posed:
"I'm well adjusted enough against most of that." Kate responds simply, pushing up from the edge of the building and slowly folding her arms infront of her chest. "I'd be happy enough to try that. Although you might give me some kind of powers envy, and then I'd be all manner of upset that I'm stuck in these very human confines."

Peregrine has posed:
Peregrine nods slowly, then it's Peregrine's turn to get a quiet comm message in her helmet. "Oh - oh my. One of my friends just got electrocuted in an experiment." She smiles. "I'll come back to visit again - but for now... have your Oracle call me!" And without saying a word she's off like greased lightning, running down the side of the building and running quickly away and out of Gotham.