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Jane Doe-Smith ([info]jdoesmith) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-19 23:55:00


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Entry tags:inactive - jane doe-smith, inactive - nightwing, plot - "call of cthulu"

In your turff messing with the thugs
Jane wasn't going to explain why she was here right now. She was dancing on the edge of everything on this latest case. It had taken her all over and now she was in a city she didn't want to be in. The young woman hated the way Gotham felt but the clues had led her this way.

So she hit the pavement. She was going to find this kid if it killed her. Of course that was when it went south. She was ducking and weaving around fists and feet. She gets thrown into a wall and her eyes grow wide for a moment and she ducks.

Ah the virtues of being short. She cleans up the group and stands over the leader with a grin.

"You shouldn't have done that. Really. Now will you tell me what you know?"

He was going to tell her exactly what she knew.


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[info]notthegdbatman
2010-01-20 11:00 pm UTC (link)
The man in black Nomex and Kelvar just nodded his head with his expression set. He understood that time was of the essence, and they were only wasting time staring at one another.

"You do that, I'm going to call out the cavalry." he then stated. "If things get too hairy, pull back. Don't go into Arkham if you can help it."

And then lifted an arm and fired off another jumpline, this time above him. Nightwing needed to get to the roofs and make a call. He wasn't exactly looking forward to that call.. but it was necessary.

Landing with three points touching the stone building top, and pressed a finger to a spot on his mask, opening up communications on a channel he thought he would never use again.

"B. This is D." he said. "I need Batman. Arkham's going to be a hot bed tonight and I can't handle it alone. I need your help."

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