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Domino	The signs were all over Gotham lately: Multiple bullet holes in billboards and signs shaped like the bat insignia. A handful of dangerous, violent mid-level crime bosses downed with single, clean sniper shots, the ammunition hand-made and untraceable by police, each of them with a blank-one domino slipped into a pocket. No fingerprints. No sightings. There was a message being left for the city's resident dark guardians, and she was leaving her calling card.     It was, after all, how things are done around here.     Tonight the woman responsible for all these love notes sits atop one of the higher buildings in the area. Behind her on the rooftop, is an empty bottle of lighter fluid. She lights a match, and flicks it behind her. The flames races from the matchhead along the path in the dirty rooftop gravel, forming a bat symbol in flickering flame.
Dick Grayson	It had all the tell-tale markings of a new player. At first with a gauging of the shots, the angle of attack, the distance... he had considered Deadshot as a possibility. But there were subtle differences, not quite as flamboyant as his hits, not quiiiite as difficult. Yet there was the calling card in main that spoke of another hitter, someone else at play in the city. It would bring the young vigilante known as Nightwing into the investigation.     But as he considered all of the other factors, chasing them down across the city at night, flipping across the chasms that lie between each tall building... it became apparent that it wasn't just a hit. Someone was trying to get the Bat's attention.     Well the Bat was busy, she'll have to settle for Nightwing. But her position atop that building will make it easy for her to keep an eye out on the city far below. Good angles, good sight lines. Enough to be able to draw a bead at a good distance. As to how he gets up on the ledge behind her, footsteps silent as he crouches on the small wall that lines the rooftop, it's anyone's guess.     But then he lifts his voice, "If you're looking to have a cook out, you missed the 4th by a week and some." And then he stands up, six foot something of man in black against the dark skyline of the night.
Domino	"I was wondering when one of you would show up. Ever consider getting an email? Phone number? Trying to contact the Bat is exhausting."     Domino slides her legs over the edge and crosses them, balanced without a hint of concerned on the edge of the roof. The flames die down quickly; fed on nothing but starter and gravel, there's nothing for them to gain any foothold for spreading. Tomorrow will leave a charred black mark that will fade in the rain. Arson won't be one of the many accusations thrown around tonight, at least. She places her hands on either side of her hips, the glimmer of firelight and moonlight painting the slick material of her bodysuit in warm and cold contrasts of light. She tilts her head to the side, smile on her lips, jet black hair shifting over shoulders. "So. Which nocturnal mammal did I flush out tonight?"
Dick Grayson	"Yeah, but then we'd have to hire a social media person, and a receptionist, and then we'd have to be on twitter and takes selfies and it would just be nothing but work work work." He hops down off the wall and steps towards her a few strides, his brow furrowing behind that domino mask of his as he looks to her, "You're lucky it was me. After killing those men, the Bat would be less likely to talk." He throws that at there, perhaps to gauge her reaction.     He steps towards her, footsteps calm and even as he circles to her side slowly, "Just call me, sir, for now." He smiles but it's a not too entirely friendly one. "Get to the point, busy night."
Domino	"Killing people? I'm here to check up on Batman. There was a hit out on him at one point, police after him - turns out it was a robot. Pretty crazy how that all ended up. Just wanted to see if he's still out and flapping. Professional courtesy." She shrugs, spreading her hands, cool as a cucumber. "What can I say? I guess I'm getting a little soft these days. Heck, I'm even thinking about getting a summer home here."
Dick Grayson	Mmm, could possibly two different plays. Two different players. Not enough to act on, however. Will need to dig, find the gear this person uses or draw some connections. But at least this serves to ease the tension of the moment mildly. Instead of that subtle feeling to him of being wound to tight, of a spring waiting to snap free, he draws up to his full height and crosses his arms over his chest. "Bats is fine,"     Nightwing shifts his weight to the other boot, leather and kevlar creaking faintly as he gives her a once over glance. "Who are you?" He asks even as he taps a finger against his bicep, hidden gaze behind that mask somewhat curious.
Domino	"The NSA's little headache," she replies coyly. "Tell you what, sir, you give me a code name, I might give you mine. That's how the game is played. You show me yours, I show you mine, and we meet somewhere in the middle." Her pale blue eyes haven't left his, staring directly at him as she speaks.
Dick Grayson	Codenames, of course she has a codename, he has one. Why can't he ever meet someone normal? But his lip curves into a guarded smile as she speaks and then he answers her with a casual aplomb. "You can call me Nightwing, that'll serve better than 'hey you', but let me guess." He turns his head slightly as if getting an angle on her, another way to view as he murmurs levelly. "With all the calling cards, Domino?"
Domino	"Smart /and/ sexy. I could get used to this." She's also not shy, it seems. "All the good names were taken already. I make do with what I have." Domino stands up, and dusts of her hands. "Nightwing, huh? Batman's partner? Relative? Personal assistant?" she takes a few wild stabs.
Dick Grayson	The way that tall young man looks at her, it's clear that he's entirely too wary. It's evident in that subtle body language, the way his head is tilted, the shift of his boot to the side as she moves. A few more steps carrying him closer but he's watching her even during the semi-informal mostly harmless act that she's tossing his way.     He stops to stand some small distance from her now and she's able to get a clean look at him. He's young, younger than her assuredly. Probably in his mid twenties or so. There's little flesh to be seen of him, but that tight suit hugs to each supple curve and well-formed muscle of his lithe and athletic figure. It's a curious mix of kevlar and leather, and she can see small hints of equipment along his waist, perhaps his gauntlet... not to mention the two batons along his legs.     "I'd say less I'm Batman's partner and more he's mine."
Domino	Hey, she's not that old! But yes, she is likely older than him - and more experienced. No, not like that. The other way. "Really? I'm sorry but I don't believe you. We all know Batman's the apex predator in this town. Nevertheless, it's good of you to take a message for him, and good to know he's not pushing up daisies. I rather enjoyed our little spat."
Dick Grayson	There's a small twitch at the corner of his mouth as he looks at her, "Well, perhaps he has seniority..." He offers that as a small token concession, but that's all she's getting from him! He gives a nod, "So your message is that you're glad he's not dead?" He shifts his weight back to the other boot, leather creaking faintly. "Is that it? Hardly worth the price of kerosene."
Domino	"Well, that and I wanted to check in with the local boys. Like I said - I think I'm moving in. There's a definite market here for my kind of business," Domino replies, resting her hands on her hips. "I'm not the usual grease-paint freakshow that you're accustomed to dealing with, Nightwing. No smiling fish. No cat-themed burgleries. No mafia heads in a dufflebag."
Dick Grayson	"Mmm," Nightwing looks past her for a moment, and then back to her eyes. She can see the small furrow to his brow as he considers her then he walks past towards the other side of the rooftop. For a moment he looks down the other side, then looks back to her with one eye scrunched a bit as he murmurs, "That might not be the wisest course of action." He refolds his arms now on the other side of her, eyeing her sidelong as he murmurs, "Batman likes to have control of what's going on in his town. And you... really look like troble to me. No offense."
Domino	"I'll take that as a compliment," she says with a smile. "I'd like to be the good kind of trouble, but I think you and I might have a difference of opinion on the best way to handle the criminal element here. I know Batman tends towards catch and release - but what about you? "
Dick Grayson	Tilting his head to the side, Nightwing looks at her and shakes his head. Trouble, this woman is definitely it in a rather nicely wrapped dangerous package. He furrows his brow and says simply, "Batman and I along with most operating in Gotham feel, and I'd say rightly so, that if you take another person's life then you're a murderer." The way he says it, it's all pretty levelly delivered and precisely given.     He extends a hand slightly as if to emphasize his words, pointing at Domino somewhat at this distance. "If you are responsible for someone's death here, we'll come after you. So if that's not your policy, Domino..." He refolds his arms, eyes narrowing. "I suggest you move along, before I have solid evidence you did shoot those mobsters."
Domino	"You're out of your league if you try barking up that tree," Domino states calmly. "You and the Bat handle the kind of people I've made vanish for Uncle Sam." There's an edge to her tone of voice add she brings that up. A keen eye will decipher that those past dealings aren't something that sits well with her. She eases up quickly after, relaxing into casual confidence once more. "I like it here. I'd like to start over. If you have any objections, I understand, but it won't change my mind. "
Dick Grayson	His eyes remain on hers levelly but he doesn't give any hint of backing down. He takes a deep leveling breath and holds her gaze for a time, his attention fully on this combat harnessed woman before him. "That doesn't bode well for things, Domino." He looks away for a moment, then back, his expression narrowing as he focuses fully on her. "This city has taken in some who have done terrible things, and tried to turn it around. If that's what you intend... but you need to know... if you intend to take lives as you may have done..."     He frowns and shakes his head, "Then there's not much we have to say to each other beyond that. If you like it here as you say you do... then you may need to make the effort."
Domino	"Black and white thinking isn't psychologically healthy, you know. Oh sure, you can draw a lot of mental strength from seeing only one side of things. Helps you batten down the mental hatches when life turns into the perfect storm . . ."     ". . . but you know what happens if something doesn't have any flex. When the winds get high enough -" She snaps her fingers.     "That's why things seem to go to sh*t here so quickly. Everyone's rigid on right and wrong. And far too many have snapped."     "What happens when you have that one bad day, Nightwing?" She folds her arms over her ample chest, serious as a heart attack, as she fixes her gaze at him. "And what about when it happens to #-1 FUNCTION (ANSI ) NOT FOUND?"
Dick Grayson	"We'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it," He says levelly, and in truth... she is arguing points he has argued both for and against many times with Batman. He believes strongly in not taking life unless there is no alternative. He smiles a bit, wanly, if understanding what she has to say... but not able to accept it.     "I know you view it as being inflexible, but it's also possible that it's not so much a flexible reed in the wind, and more a slippery slope that one begins sliding down..."     He waves a hand to the side, "But none of this matters for now. Philosophy. If you aren't willing to at least try... then you'll have a hard time in Gotham." His lip curls faintly, "And really, I'd feel bad kicking such a nice rear around the city."
Domino	"I just believe that every soldier has a duty to disobey unethical orders. 'I was just following orders' is no excuse when laws and governments change, and world courts come into order," Domino explains. "I admire that you and the Bat uphold the law. I did too - but I also believe that there are times when there's a higher law than the ones on the books."     She shifts her weight to her right leg, adjusting her stance, arms still folded. "Believe it or not, I have my lines in the sand, too. Contractors don't like it when I hold onto those lines, as you can imagine - but there are some I'll just never cross. Not even toe." His assertion about his ability to beat her brings a full on smile to her lip. "Oh you're -adorable-. You can feel free to try to kick my [censored] any time you like. I'll send you home with some bruises in interesting places."
Dick Grayson	"Domino, I would agree with you that there is a morality that supercedes the rule of law, just from my own personal belief. But that is a mighty long step from that... to killing people. I'm trying to help you here." His features remain fairly stern as he looks to her. "And if you have a code of honor, that is good. But look." He lifts a gauntlet to the back of his neck, rubbing there thoughtfully. "I'll arrange it so you can speak to the Bat. But I don't think you'll be happy with the results."     Then as she makes her casual threat or response to his threat, he'll spread his hands wide as if she were too much for him, Nightwing tells her with that roguish smile that doesn't seem inclined to put up with her guff, "Now now, no time for flirting. Alright, are you happy now at least?"
Domino	The testing continues. Domino is evaluating everything about Nightwing, down to his choice of words. "Just tell him that I'm glad he's still in one piece, and that I'm willing to cooperate with him if he wants." She reaches up and taps her chin. "... Might be a good idea if he tells me who is offlimits, too. For their sake."
Dick Grayson	At that he nods and turns away from her, "And how shall I contact you, without the use of some kerosene cans and lighter?" He asks of her as he moves across that rooftop, his footsteps quiet even as he crosses the graveled ground. He places a boot up on the small wall that circles the roof, turning back to face her as he cocks a curious eyebrow in her direction, "I'd make some joke about asking for your number, but I don't want you getting the impression I like you." His smile is almost non-existant, but if she's as perceptive as she imagines she might well see it.
Domino	"Haven't you ever picked up a copy of soldier of fortune?" Domino asks. "Or otherwise contracted a mercenary? I'm not that hard to contact. Hell, use craigslist. I know at least one idiot that does." That one's not hard to find, what with the ponies and rainbows and chimichangas.     "Awww, you don't like me? Give it time. I'm sure we can make something happen. Frenemies are a good way to start."
Dick Grayson	With his back to the chasm between buildings and his hands flaring before him faintly, he gives her a rueful smile and offers, "Don't hold your breath," Even as he starts to take a step back into the abyss. "Til next time, Domino."     And as quick as that he drops off the side of the building, disappearing from view. And should she try to see him off in the distance... well it doesn't seem terribly likely she'll be successful.
Domino	Domino watches him go. She -could- try to go after him, but ... nah. This is the perfect way to start.     She puts her right foot up on the roof ledge and leans over to look. "Yep... something tells me I'm going to like this town."