8829/Big Trouble in Little China Basin

Big Trouble in Little China Basin
Date of Scene:	16 August 2019
Location:	China Basin, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Batwoman kicks Charlie's ass and Oracle dubs her Misfit remotely. Not Charlie's best showing but there were compliments!
Cast of Characters:	Misfit, Oracle, Batwoman

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Misfit has posed:
China Basin in Gotham.

Still absolutely miserably hot and humid Thursday evening, maybe even worse then the previous night.

Which does absolutely nothing to stop crime though, if anything it just makes people even more surly and angry with their fellow man and woman. At least in Gotham crime spikes with the temperature.

Well unless you are Mr. Freeze, then the opposite it true.

Oracles array sends her an alert that there was another Batgirl sighting, second night in a row, in China Basin. This one though is from Instagram. Getting a big bottle of water at a corner store of all things, the picture isn't great but it is the girl from last night checking her phone while she pays.

Probably will show at the nearest crime.

Oracle has posed:
Oracle has been monitoring China Basin a bit more closely since the night before. Even making sure that at least one Agent, by the Bat or Bird, was in the area just incase the Ripoff Batgirl was a creature of habit. When it turns out that that is precisely the case, she grins to herself and slides over to her station and pulls up her headset.

This is Oracle calling for any Bird or Bat in the area of China Basin. Vigilante activity unknown new vigilante. Requesting assistance with making contact.

Her fingers meanwhile blaze of the keys to bring up access to any security cameras in the area for at block so that they're on standby ready just incase they have to give chase.

Batwoman has posed:
At least it's somewhat cooler at night. Somewhat. But Kate's high-tech Batsuit was designed for ballistic resistance, not for personal comfort.

China Basin. That's close.

"Roger that, Oracle. Batwoman, checking in. I'm about a block away."

Parking the black and red Ducati, Batwoman shoots a line to the nearest roof and ascends quickly to take a look around. "We sure this isn't a vintage cosplay fan?"

Misfit has posed:
The young woman steps out of the corner store taking a deep drink of the water and tucking the phone away. She pops a small earpiece in her ear and then cocks her head listening.

She jogs towards the alleyway and ducks into it moving into the shadows.

A short time later she steps out from behind an HVAC on the roof not too far from Bat Woman and steps to the edge of the building peering down at the street below. While her getting on the roof was sneaky however she did it, the whole perusing she is doing actually exposes her silhouette. She is very green.

Still she seems to be on patrol.

Oracle has posed:
<Bat Woman. Sending you an intel package on vigilante in question. Suspected meta-human capable of teleportation. Combat ready, but requires refinement. Mission objective, first contact.>

Babs leans back her seat, turning an ATM cam to watch Misfit run towards an alley, then switches to another to get a better view. When she disappears, however, she turns in her chair to do an active scan for the uploaded image until a new signature pops only a little bit away from Bat Woman.

"Huh..." Squinting at the cellphone ine woman's hand. "Time to get a drone airborne." Thumbing the launch sequence for one of her multiple hidden drones spread all over Gotham, it releases from its housing and whizz quietly on the way towards where Babs is now watching their target.

Batwoman has posed:
Batwoman spots the exposed silhouette on the other roof, taking the opportunity to meld into the shadows there. Her voice is low when she speaks. "Yeah, she definitely needs refinement. Might as well paint a target on her back."

Watching the newbie for a moment longer, Batwoman shoots a line over to the other roof. And unlike Misfit, she's done this before. The black and red figure swings over on the far side of the HVAC unit; on Misfit's blind side.

Without exposing herself, Batwoman speaks from the shadows in a voice that is somewhere between husky and gravelly. "Looking for something?"

Misfit has posed:
There is a squeak of alarm and then pinwheeling as she almost goes tumbling head first right off the roof. She was so focused on trying to figure out if the that lady down there was going to be mugged and the leaning was pretty severe.

Luckily somehow she manages to not fall off the roof, the pinwheeling and leaning back turns to a spin around and a peering at the shadows of the roof. "Crime." she notes very seriously. The redhead is definitely in a homemade batgirl costume, the cape for instance has a big patched section that Oracle knows is a result of the shotgun blast last night.

"Are you some Varlet in the need of some Dark Vengeance or are you a crime fighter." her fists are up in front of her in those yellow gloves, she is bouncy. She also isn't very tall and looks about Damian's age.

"I mean maybe both, but you sound like you want a fight!"

Oracle has posed:
Babs is in watch mode, Bat Woman shouldn't be in much danger against a novice right?

Regardless she pulls a drone into the area to provide cover if absolutely necessary.

Quick pose to keep things moving is crappy.

Batwoman has posed:
From the shadows there's a laugh, sounding almost disembodied. And from the -other- side of the HVAC unit steps the Batwoman. Tall and graceful, garbed in black lined with red. Bat ears, and stylized red Bat symbol across her chest.

"I sound like I want a fight?" she echoes, red lips pulling back into a grin. "That all depends on why you're up here, really."

Pause

"You know who I am, but the real question is who are you?"

Misfit has posed:
The eyes behind the homemade cowl get real real big. Big blue eyes. "Holy carp" yeah she said carp. "Batwoman!!" there is a pause with a couple of blinks. "Well I mean yeah you do kind of sound like you want to fight... all gruff and gravely.... " she pitches her voice now. "Looking for something..." trying to make it sound all husky and gravely and not doing that well but the point probably gets across.

"Of course I know who you are.. I mean Batwoman. Duh... gosh this is cool." she shakes her head. "To answer your question.. I'm the damn batgirl!" her fists are still up in front of her in those yellow gloves. "Is this one of those things where first we fight then we become best friends?" head tilting curious.

Batwoman has posed:
Rules of engagement: initiate contact. Check.

Hands on hips, now, Batwoman smiles again. "Actually, kid, I -know- Batgirl and you're not her. Trust me on this."

Tactical breakdown: suspect is meta-human, capable of teleportation. Attack likely to be sudden and from behind. At least a blind side.

The tall redhead shifts her stance slightly, left foot a bit back and right foot easing forward. Hands to the side. The smile widens. "We can try it that way if you want."

Misfit has posed:
"Batgirl hasn't been seen in mooonths.. I mean yes I am sure you would know her. I assume Bats all know Bats right?" she beams brightly. "I'm the new Batgirl! Gotham needs a batgirl to protect people." she sounds very sure of this fact.

Her gloved hand wobbles side to side flattened out. "I mean we definitely can, I know this is how it is done but I wasn't sure if this is what we were going to be doing right?" bright tones as she studies Batwoman.

She doesn't disappear and try to clock Batwoman from behind, nope. What she does it drop her hands "So yes?" then when her hands come back up one has a bat-a-rang, looks like a knock off they sell in pawn shops and claim are from Bat crime scenes. It is hurled at Batwoman's chest and the teenager charges in full frontal.

The punch is pretty decent which is likely surprising, I mean it feels like raw talent. That said the kid is fast and determined to impress and must have had some sort of classes at some point. Extra points for the bat-a-rang distraction.

"Have at!"

Batwoman has posed:
Batwoman is ready for pretty much anything, her awareness extending in all directions. Then the bat-a-rang whirls in her direction. Game on!

Kate never takes her eyes off of her opponent, perhaps expecting a sudden teleport. Drop the left shoulder, twist to dodge. The punch is good, but Batwoman is already in position for something else.

Continue the twist, the dodge, and add a sweep kick to the leg.

Misfit has posed:
There is definitely a look of glee on the teenagers face even as Batwoman dodges her punch and then sweeps her legs out from under her. "Ack!" though she doesn't sound too dismayed.

She doesn't just hit the ground though, she manages to hit the rooftop and then arch and push off and up planting her arms and trying to strike out with her leg and return the favor of a sweep.

Again it is really fast but she isn't paying enough attention to her opponent. Not a badly executed sweep but not perhaps the best idea.

It is followed with a roll and then an attempt to kip back up to her feet.

Batwoman has posed:
Kate continues the pivot after her sweep, and she laughs softly when the sweep is returned. And Batwoman goes down on her back.

Except she's ready for it.

By the time Misfit rolls and attempts the kip, Kate executes the maneuver perfectly. She's on her feet when Misfit is still rising.

"You're fast, but you lack skill. And discipline." she offers. "Again."

Misfit has posed:
The teenager draws the cape around her dramatically and peers at Batwoman from where she stands. "I got you!" sort of, I mean she laughed but then again they are fighting to become friends right.

"I don't have a lot of extra batarangs, they are surprisingly expensive." she pauses a hiccup "Though you know.. my mom is a movie star and we live in a mansion and can afford things like bat-a-rangs."

She flicks the cape out as a distraction tactic aiming the edge for Batwoman's face and then going low with a right hook towards her midsection. She will likely be sorry if her homemade glove actually connects with that high tech armor.

Batwoman has posed:
"And yet I'm still standing." Batwoman replies coolly. "And if you think batarangs are expensive, you should try buying a real suit sometime."

Kate pivots with the right hook in a maneuver she's practiced hundreds of times. Block-counterpunch, also to Misfit's midsection. Except Batwoman's gloves are both hardened and weighted, for just such an occasion.

"Again!" she cries out, timing the sound with the punch.

Misfit has posed:
The girl didn't really connect with the punch but the block stings even through her glove.

She is about to ask something when the counter punch strikes out and to her credit she almost gets a block in, it clips her arm. Which hurts like hell. Then it hits her midsection. Which really hurts and sends her back and away onto the roof top once more. There is a wheeze "Where do you buy suits like that!?"

The girl is getting back up though and charging in, she isn't being really measured, nope it is all leap to action. Someone who knows Akido would have a field day with this kids enthusiasm.

This time though she stops sudden and short, feigns a rabbit punch, but is already twisting with that punch to try to kick Batwoman right in the knee.

Batwoman has posed:
"Definitely not on Amazon." Batwoman quips back. She recognizes the overly-aggressive style and shifts her own approach. Her stance shifts as well; more relaxed. Almost defensive. No, definitely defensive.

The feint is ignored. The kick is not. Sweeping down with her hand, she catches the kick and gives a half-twist... pulling it away and up.

"Good! You're starting to think. Again!"

Misfit has posed:
"Do you know any Amazonians?" okay she is a bit ADHD about this whole situation bouncing from ordering a suit on Amazon to Amazonians at the word association.

Of course hten she gets her foot caught, twisted, and pulled and there is a yelp and she goes down again but at least Batwoman didn't try to hold onto her sneaker or foot.

She rolls and looks like she may kick out but then her hand snaps out and she grabs for the woman's cape and then tries to give it a really hard yank.

Batwoman has posed:
A soft laugh, and Batwoman lets Misfit actually pull on the cape. The laugh should be the first clue that it's a bad idea, of course. The tall redhead turns -into- the yank, and turns and turns again.

And with each turn she strikes. Fist to shoulder. Elbow to kidney. Foot sweep behind knee. No more sparring, apparently. Batwoman is working swiftly and methodically to disable her young, eager opponent. And to put her down.

And while she works, the woman in black speaks in time with her moves. "You are rash. Undisciplined. And untrained."

Pause

"But you have promise. And determination. Are we finished here?"

Misfit has posed:
There is a yelp as Batwoman turns into the yank and then that strike against her shoulder. Which hurts like hell but isn't the end of the world.

When it advances to the strike to the kidney before Charlie can even react though, god that hurts and well it isn't as much a game to the teenager. and there is then one more to her knee.

Everything hurts and the teen wheezes pained.

"Are... we friends... now?" yeah she doesn't try to get up right away, still taking stock of how bad this hurts. Contemplating taking serious action but curious to the answer. I mean the compliment makes her soul sing so she doesn't just bounce out.

Batwoman has posed:
For a moment Batwoman just stands over her, red-lined black cape flowing back. From the ground she looks to be about nine feet tall with those boots and the Bat-ears. And it's very easy to see why Gotham's criminal-set is scared to death of the Bats.

Gazing down at the prone teen, she offers a leather-gloved hand. A hand up. Again with that broad, red-lipped smile.

"Well you're not in handcuffs and I haven't thrown you off the roof." Batwoman offers cheerfully. "I'd say that we're off to a good start at least. Can I give you a ride somewhere? And we really -do- need to find another name for you besides Batgirl."

Touching her left ear, she speaks to someone else. "Oracle, this is Batwoman. Contact initiated. Subject has promise. Really need to find a different code name for her. Copy?"

Oracle has posed:
Babs has been sitting watching with fingers tugging her bottom lip thoughtfully. Once it is concluded and she's received message from Bat Woman.

<Copy Bat Woman. Come to the Clocktower for debrief after your patrol. Subject codename: Misfit until better option available. Good work.>

All relevent data is put into a new folder for upload to the batcomputer and BoP servers.

"Welp, at least it's never boring...."

Misfit has posed:
A hand up, well it may be a throw off the roof but the teen takes it, not seeming scared to death of this Bat. So bright eyed. Bushy tailed.

Once pulled up to her feet she wheezes again. "I .. can get home... our butler probably has dinner ready... soon." she straightens trying to just grit through it.

"But .. Batgirl isn't on the streets. I'd be a great Batgirl." pauses a moment. "Wait. Who is Oracle?" blink blink. "Is that like the Greek thing... is she watching..." the girl looks up and around and oh look another of those drones .. she waves enthusiastically now. "Hi!!"

Batwoman has posed:
Batwoman's grip is strong, and she easily half-helps, half-hauls Misfit to her feet. "Butler, hmm?" Guess the kid wasn't lying about wealth at home. Kate knows all about that, yeah. Tug at those heartstrings!

"I'll explain Oracle when you're ready. Which you're not." A hand grips Misfit's other shoulder, discretely planting a tiny, stick-on tracker on the fabric. "But you should definitely assume that *someone* is always watching." Because the word will be put out to the community, of course.

"For now, you go by the codename 'Misfit'. In time you may earn something else. And we'll be in touch... discreetly. Don't worry about that."

Releasing hand and shoulder, Batwoman takes a step closer to the edge of the roof. "Good to hear that you've got a ride, but I *was* going to offer a ride on a souped-up Ducati." Grin

Oracle has posed:
Babs pulls at her bottom lip until the tracer is placed. The signiture is added to her database and activated so she can keep tabs on this new vigilante until she finds the mini-bug.

The blip is transfered to Bat Woman's HUD without a word from Oracle. Busy doing her end back in the Clocktower.

Misfit has posed:
The teenager is completely and totally lying about the wealth at home, it is actually entirely tragic and horrible.

"That is kind of mean." she notes thoughtfully. "I mean.. yeah my suit isn't anywhere near as cool as yours." pause "Yet.. but Misfit..." she is chewing it over.

"I'll be back .. I bet the weekend is pretty busy around here and there is a lot of Darrrk vengeance to be dishing out." so chipper despite the serious tone put into vengeance.

She hops back, a little limpy from that knee strike. "That sounds awesome... but my ride is faster than that..." she hobbles a few more feet, stepping away from Batwoman and then the girl steps off the edge of the roof.

Did she misjudge how close she was!?

The drone catches a slash of smoke and if Batwoman looks there is a fading wisp or two and no girl down on the street below broken.

The sneaky little tracker, well it shows up seconds later in Metropolis.

In a distinctly bad part of town, like the slums.

Pinpointing it would be a burnt out tenement.

Batwoman has posed:
Batwoman rushes to the edge of the roof when the girl hobbles over, a grapple line already out and aimed.

At nothing.

"Oracle, are you getting this? That's a big thumbs-up on the teleporter, I'd say. She's bolted."

But the tracker is definitely in place, and Batwoman grins as the signal hits her HUD. Metropolis, and definitely not the garden district. Interesting.

She shoots a line, using it to swing down to the alley. Shaking it free, she reels it in quickly as she strides over to the bike. Yes, it's a souped-up Ducati. At least one of them wasn't lying about their ride.

Oracle has posed:
Babs did get the teleportation and the sudden pop across the tri-city... "whoa.... holy shit thats impressive." She doesnt know a lot of teleporters.

<I saw it. I got scans of the residual mist and what appeared like a slash of smoke. I will run it through one a database of known meta-humans and mutants. I will send you a compressed file once I have the scans finished. Oracle out.>

Babs considers the data collected with a slow, clipped nod. "Nope... never boring.."