Owner	Pose
Cassandra Cain	There were many tasks that the Batman would send his crew out for from time to time. Lately, Batgirl had been his go-to for things out of Gotham. She'd made deliveries of evidence and information to the Avengers. Now, she was in Canada. It was easy enough to get there. Not the teleportation technology that was available. That was trackable. Instead, she had been given the Batwing to use for the trip. He had set the coordinates ahead of time, taking her to the destination. When the time came, she would return the same way once she radioed in that her mission was a success. The mission had been simple. At least for someone with Batgirl's training. Get inside the Iron Heights Penitentiary, have a little chat with Mickey the Mole, then leave the facility without ever being detected. It had gone off without a hitch. Batgirl was now working her way along the rooftops of Starling, headed for the location where the Batwing was hovering well inside the cloud cover. When she arrived, it would lower and she would be on here way. Of course, this was a big city with their own heroes. Heroes who perhaps weren't used to seeing a caped, cowled figure in black rushing rapidly along the rooftops.
Darkhawk	Darkhawk had found the Batwing quite by accident. He'd actually flown right into the darned thing. He was flying while camouflaged, so even the batwing, if it had such sensors, wouldn't know it had been struck until he had come into contact with the thing. He winced out in pain when he hit into it, his claw instinctively digging a hole into its outer shell, trying to stop his movement. From there, he had tried to investigate, without breaking the darned thing any further. His feet had employed a magnetic field, keeping him on the wing, so, in that oh so dramatic manner, when the batwing dove down to pick up Batgirl, there was a figure standing there, on the wing, looking every bit like he'd fit in with the bat family. The guy wore a navy blue armour of some kind, with silver and red accents, a visor, and even some wings under his arms, though his seemed to be going for more of a bird like look than a bat. It was subtle, but it was there. As dark and mysterious as the figure was, he kind of ruined it when he asked, "come to borrow a cup of sugar?" Even he knew of Batman and the bat theme going on in Gotham.
Cassandra Cain	As the Batwing dropped fast to the rooftop, the clouds parted and a few bits wisped off the tips of the wings. Then it came to a hover as she prepared to fire her grapple line to hit that sweet spot designed for just such a thing. When it hit, it would draw her upwards into the machine and she'd be on her way. Only, there was someone standing on the wing. Behind her mask, she frowned darkly and wondered why someone would be there. How? A subtle motion and two batarangs are in her right hand, the grapple gun still in her left. Armored, making it impossible to read muscle movements. That would leave her at a disadvantage since she read body language to be able to predict attacks. Only, he wasn't attacking. Instead, he was talking. Like conversationally. Unfortunately, she didn't have the real ability to chat. Unless he knew American Sign Language. She wasn't counting on that up there in Canada. She fired her line but when the line was drawn up, she had arced so that she was able to swing up above the wing on the opposite side, landing in a crouch as her cape closed around her. The mask with the piece sewn in over her mouth with jagged stitches showed she probably wasn't the talkative type. She opted for sign language anyone would understand. She pointed at the armored figure. Then she pointed at the ground. Clear, precise. Get off my ship.
Darkhawk	"Can't talk huh, or won't," he said after seeing the stitching over her mouth. So in an unintentional bid to confuse her, he signed hello, nice to meet you, thereby exhausting the American sign language he knew, well, he still had thanks, and goodbye in reserve, but they weren't relevant, not yet. "My name's Darkhawk. I found your plane. It's pretty neat. What brings a bat like you, since, this has got to be related to Batman, Robin, Batboy, Batwoman, Batgirl, whatever you folks call yourselves, to Starling... again, can't, or won't talk. Hmm, do you understand me at least?" She couldn't even read lips. His voice was being broadcast through speakers she couldn't see, but a good ear would know the difference. "Maybe we could get a piece of paper and a pen or something?"
Cassandra Cain	When he signed a greeting, she was surprised. Of course, then she thought that meant he knew the language and thus Batgirl tucked away the batarangs. The grapple gun had already been resecured to her utility belt. She signed back. <Batgirl. Understand. No paper.> Which probably meant nothing at all to him. She let the cape fall back around her body, leaving her as a silhouette and hiding her movements beneath. Her hand touched her gauntlet, turning on the camera in her cowl and sending off the image to Oracle for verification of who this might be in front of her. He wasn't acting like a villain but she wasn't sure who he was since this wasn't really a neighborhood she generally patrolled. She didn't answer what brought her to town though. Either she wasn't telling or she wasn't able to tell. It was the former. She was sure Batman wouldn't want her sharing that she'd just broken into a prison for information.
Darkhawk	"Yeah..." he paused, remembering an episode of Due South, wherein Constable Benton Fraser advised to destroy all means of communication with terrorists who had hostages. If they could not issue demands to the authorities, they would not be able to threaten the hostages if those demands weren't met. It was sound advice, but Darkhawk was somewhat in that situation. He had no idea who the girl was, what she was doing here. She seemed to have her own plane, and had the definite look of Batman, or a copycat... a well funded copycat. So, he could either initiate a fight, or let her go. "Hmm, well, all right, I'll get off your plane. But don't let it happen again. We'll be watching you." His voice was transmitted by a machine, but his tone was unmistakable. He was a nice guy trying to sound tough, and failing utterly. And so he unlocked his feet, took a few steps, and jumped off, but not before he did a physical gesture of bringing his fingers to his eyes... well, visor, and aim it at her, as in, he's watching her.
Cassandra Cain	For a moment, there was a twist of her lips behind her mask. Yes, it was taking effort for her not to smile under there as she saw those fingers pointing at his eyes then at her. She just wanted to laugh, knowing how difficult it would be to do that. Then again, he seemed to have armor. He might have some tech goodies that would allow him to track her. That made the smile fade. A push of a button has the canopy drawing back, leaving the seat available for her to hop into with her cloak settling around her. She watched the armored man for as long as she could then allowed the canopy to slide back into place. A moment later the thrusters fired and she was streaking back up into the clouds. He'd likely be able to follow if he chose but her destination would be no surprise. She was headed back to Gotham City. Batman had already been forwared the recording from the interrogation insde the prison so she didn't need to deliver it to him.