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Maria Helena Grayson ([info]crossbow_bat) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2011-06-26 10:29:00


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Entry tags:huntress, jon kent, plot - "what if"

What If - Cat and Mouse
It had started innocently enough. Maria Helena Grayson Wayne had taken a job with a small security firm and had quickly learned the ropes. She had to have something to pay the bills in this strange new world. Once she was settled in, she had what it took to get onto the team that tested firm's security systems by breaking in. At first Maria loved it. It was challenging and fun, but then it became way too easy. Uncle Bruce had trained her since the age of five and it showed.

Maria wanted more of a challenge and she found one.

She broke into higher security places and took small mementos for herself. Those small mementos turned into bigger things, but she didn't keep them for herself. There were so many people living on the streets of Gotham that needed help. Maria fenced the little trinkets she stole and used the money to give to the shelters and soup kitchens of Gotham.

Steal from the rich and give to the poor. She became a female Robin Hood clad in purple and black.

Tonight she was breaking into the offices of one of the richest men, after Bruce Wayne, in Gotham. There was a diamond the size of a fist he was keeping in the safe in there.

She was on the roof and working on disabling the security systems.



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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-26 11:42 pm UTC (link)
The bike turned and the back end came down hard. She gunned the engine and took off again.

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[info]first_son
2011-06-26 11:47 pm UTC (link)
Jon takes a moment to catch his breath after fighting with the train's momentum. Success, though... and now its a chase again. Shaking his head, but grinning despite himself, he takes off after her again.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-26 11:49 pm UTC (link)
Huntress rode onto the platform and then back out onto the street. She opened the throttle and made her way through traffic. At an intersection she skidded into a turn and went through the open doors of a department store.

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[info]first_son
2011-06-26 11:51 pm UTC (link)
He rises out of the tunnels and tries to find her again. The screams of the late-night crew at the store help. He goes tearing off towards the sound.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-26 11:59 pm UTC (link)
Given who was following her, most people would have given up by now. Not Huntress. It was that Sicilian stubbornness she inherited from her mother.

Maria reached out and grabbed a few items as she went through the department store. It was no mistake she was where she was.

She tore off her mask and wrapped it around the throttle and then jumped off the bike into a rack of clothes.

As soon as she hit floor she slipped into the dress under the cover of the rack.

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[info]first_son
2011-06-27 12:06 am UTC (link)
Jon glances around, finding the bike... but not its rider. He tries to sort out the voices of the staff, and any other signs of breathing, slowly homing in... but not having picked her out amidst her quick change.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-27 12:18 am UTC (link)
Maria put her hair up in a bun and stood up. She went to a nearby rack and casually picked up a blouse to look at. Keeping an eye out for /him/.

She slowed her breathing and tried to calm herself. She was just another shopper.

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[info]first_son
2011-06-27 12:21 am UTC (link)
Fast heartbeats... quickened breathing... closer... closer... then whoever it is calms herself. He has it narrowed down, a couple women in the store, a couple stock girls... he moves closer.

"Did anyone see a woman run in here?" he asks those around, hovering a couple feet off the ground, trying to figure out if anyone matches the build of the motorcycle rider, by habit, trying to do so without too much x-ray vision... cause looking through dresses just isn't done.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-27 12:29 am UTC (link)
"The only thing I've seen is a woman ride through on a motorcyle," Maria said. "Crazy people running loose in the city."

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[info]first_son
2011-06-27 12:31 am UTC (link)
He nods. "Which way?"

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-27 12:42 am UTC (link)
"That way," she said as she pointed in the direction the bike went. "She jumped off and I didn't see where she went after that."

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[info]first_son
2011-06-27 12:50 am UTC (link)
Jon nods, playing every bit the naive farm boy - he's good at it, and takes off in the indicated direction. When well out of human sight and hearing range he stops and turns the x-ray vision back on the store.

Panicked people might think they saw all sorts of things... but he never heard the bike leave the store, so he's sure one of them was his quarry. He can be smarter than he looks, sometimes.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-27 12:57 am UTC (link)
Maria went to the counter and paid for the dress in her hands and the one she was wearing. She pretended nothing was wrong, but the diamond had shifted and was uncomfortably poking her.

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[info]first_son
2011-06-27 01:00 am UTC (link)
Hmm, nothing... nothing... that's... weird.

He scans a little closer on the woman, trying to figure out the source of her discomfort.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-27 01:16 am UTC (link)
Maria smiled at the clerk and tried to shift the diamond into a more comfortable position.

"Thank you," she said as the clerk handed her the bag with the one dress in it.

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[info]first_son
2011-06-27 01:29 am UTC (link)
He finally finds it - the diamond is /definitely/ not part of that outfit... though it takes him an extra few moments to find it - even in present circumstances, he hesitated... and then there's the whole staring at breasts thing...

Fighting off the blush and focusing on the diamond, and the thief, he checks out her features, and moves to the exit she's heading for to prepare to ambush her.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-27 02:03 am UTC (link)
Maria grabbed her bag and headed for the entrance. Uh oh. Red and Blue Boyscout was there. Did he suspect her? He couldn't.

She kept walking.

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[info]first_son
2011-06-27 02:11 am UTC (link)
"Ma'am, I'm afraid I need to ask you to come with me." No question who he's addressing.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-27 11:27 pm UTC (link)
"I'd like to say that's more forward than I'm used to, but I can't," she said with a cheeky smile. "Though you are rather handsome and you got that whole boy scout thing going for you."

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[info]first_son
2011-06-27 11:29 pm UTC (link)
"And you're in possession of stolen property." he replies, extending a hand to her. There's at least some possibility she won't resist arrest, right?

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-27 11:58 pm UTC (link)
"You're not going to give me a cheesy line about stealing your heart, are you?"

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[info]first_son
2011-06-28 12:02 am UTC (link)
One brow raises. "No. I was planning on returning the diamond you stole after dropping you off at the police station."

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-28 12:06 am UTC (link)
"If I /hypothetically/ had a diamond, it would be one I stole from a man who's high up in the mob and use the money from it for homeless shelters in the city."

"But I guess that wouldn't matter to a boy scout, if I /had/ done it."

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[info]first_son
2011-06-28 12:08 am UTC (link)
He considers that a moment. Sometimes the law does have its gaps... but he can't endorse this, right?

"Come with me, we should discuss this somewhere quieter. Don't try and get away though." he replies, offering her a lift.

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[info]crossbow_bat
2011-06-28 12:34 am UTC (link)
She put her hand in his. "Do I get a spanking for being bad?"

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