Mafia sat alone on a rooftop, watching through binoculars, her target in a window across from her. The target wasn't aware of her of course, but some one else was. Mafia checked the time on her watch with a sigh. It was past midnight, but she needed this guy, preferably dead. It was easier to carry dead weight than live bait. Especially if he struggled. Sadly, Mafia had been right about one thing; her target would't be leaving the building any time soon. And she needed to have him before sundown. She sighed and tucked her red hair under her hat and pulled the colarinho, colar up, if she was spotted in anyway, the less they saw of her the better.
She pulled the sniper gun out of its case, and was setting it up when the sound of fluttering caught her attention. She snapped up, gun poised between the eyes of the intruder. The man cloaked in black said nothing as she brought her gun down in annoyance. "Oh you." she said simply, a hint of irk in her tone, "Sorry I didn't bow at you're arrival. Couldn't get any heat off you." she remarked, eyeing him. She couldn't tell if he was eyeing her as well behind his cowl.
She went back to fixing her gun, when a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from it. "Hey! Let go of me!" she snapped, her free hand lashing out with a small dagger she had concealed. He met her hand, turning her wrist, she yelped in surprise as the dagger went flying out of her hand and off the edge of the roof. Mafia blinked for a moment before hissing, "You are going to regret that!" and swung her foot out, her sole smashing into his jaw. he let her go, and Mafia grabbed her gun and punched him, as much as she wanted to, for perhaps her safety, Mafia would have preferred to shoot him. But she wasn't about to shoot the Batman. Then everyone would want to hang her. And there were certain heroes she was sure she wouldn't be able to fight off.
Still, she aimed her gun at him, just in case. He stood up, giving her a famous bat glare. She almost put her gun down. She almost wavered. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Not to the Batman. "You aren't going to kill him. You're going to let me deal with him, and take him to authorities." he said gruffly. "LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" Mafia snapped, "I need the money, and this guy has a great price for him. Dead or alive."
batman glared at her, "You are joining him unless you leave." Mafia froze. cadastrar-se him? She wasn't going to jail. She couldn't. She'd have the death penalty, or worse. They'd send her to a Russian prison.
And though she had total confidence that if she fought Batman, she could win. But then again, she was in Gotham. This was his city. These were his people people to prosecute and protect, on a higher level of authority they'd allowed him to have.
She couldn't take the chance of losing. "Fine. i'm' going." She hissed picking up her equipment and turning to head out.
batman watched her go before doing his traditional disappearing act.
"I had expected mais of a fight out of her, Alfred." Bruce said back at the Batcave. He finished a quick skirmish with a few easy thugs, and had only injuries from where Mafia had kicked him. He waved Alfred off as he tried to apply a salve to it. "One must no underestimate the young lady, master Bruce." he said with a sigh. He put out a cup of chá and set the silver prato, travessa under his arm, "Sir... is this..perhaps..the young lady you mentioned?" he indicated to the screen.
Bruce turned sharply, his features edged with anger.
Mafia waved on screen, her target laying unconsious in her arms, written in red ink, or so he hoped, across a door on screen, "Snakes Eat Bats."
Before she walked out.
Bruce sighed, "I should have seen that one coming." Alfred nodded, "indeed you should have Master Bruce. Indeed."
She pulled the sniper gun out of its case, and was setting it up when the sound of fluttering caught her attention. She snapped up, gun poised between the eyes of the intruder. The man cloaked in black said nothing as she brought her gun down in annoyance. "Oh you." she said simply, a hint of irk in her tone, "Sorry I didn't bow at you're arrival. Couldn't get any heat off you." she remarked, eyeing him. She couldn't tell if he was eyeing her as well behind his cowl.
She went back to fixing her gun, when a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from it. "Hey! Let go of me!" she snapped, her free hand lashing out with a small dagger she had concealed. He met her hand, turning her wrist, she yelped in surprise as the dagger went flying out of her hand and off the edge of the roof. Mafia blinked for a moment before hissing, "You are going to regret that!" and swung her foot out, her sole smashing into his jaw. he let her go, and Mafia grabbed her gun and punched him, as much as she wanted to, for perhaps her safety, Mafia would have preferred to shoot him. But she wasn't about to shoot the Batman. Then everyone would want to hang her. And there were certain heroes she was sure she wouldn't be able to fight off.
Still, she aimed her gun at him, just in case. He stood up, giving her a famous bat glare. She almost put her gun down. She almost wavered. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Not to the Batman. "You aren't going to kill him. You're going to let me deal with him, and take him to authorities." he said gruffly. "LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" Mafia snapped, "I need the money, and this guy has a great price for him. Dead or alive."
batman glared at her, "You are joining him unless you leave." Mafia froze. cadastrar-se him? She wasn't going to jail. She couldn't. She'd have the death penalty, or worse. They'd send her to a Russian prison.
And though she had total confidence that if she fought Batman, she could win. But then again, she was in Gotham. This was his city. These were his people people to prosecute and protect, on a higher level of authority they'd allowed him to have.
She couldn't take the chance of losing. "Fine. i'm' going." She hissed picking up her equipment and turning to head out.
batman watched her go before doing his traditional disappearing act.
"I had expected mais of a fight out of her, Alfred." Bruce said back at the Batcave. He finished a quick skirmish with a few easy thugs, and had only injuries from where Mafia had kicked him. He waved Alfred off as he tried to apply a salve to it. "One must no underestimate the young lady, master Bruce." he said with a sigh. He put out a cup of chá and set the silver prato, travessa under his arm, "Sir... is this..perhaps..the young lady you mentioned?" he indicated to the screen.
Bruce turned sharply, his features edged with anger.
Mafia waved on screen, her target laying unconsious in her arms, written in red ink, or so he hoped, across a door on screen, "Snakes Eat Bats."
Before she walked out.
Bruce sighed, "I should have seen that one coming." Alfred nodded, "indeed you should have Master Bruce. Indeed."
Yo! Attention all Red Revenge fans! I've got a proposition.
((It's called a contest you idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I said *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask or one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, enviar it por November 31st in the imagens on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement you have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
((It's called a contest you idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I said *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask or one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, enviar it por November 31st in the imagens on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement you have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
Before the incident
Random pic!
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are you sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are you sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
