3518/Mortal Wombat

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Mortal Wombat
Date of Scene: 23 September 2020
Location: Closed down boxing gym in Gotham
Synopsis: Charlie gets a serious Training session from Orphan and Batgirl. School of Hard Knocks.
Cast of Characters: Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain




Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
This has been the most amazing of months for Charlie.

Definitely a highlight from the previous months of this year. Which honestly not that steep a climb to be better, but really this is the best month of her whole life.

She set out and successfully became a real crime fighter in Gotham like her idols. They totally prevented a bank robbery together. Well not her idols and her but her and actual rea crime fighters. Then her IDOL and Spoiler took down a warehouse full of bad guys.

That isn't even the best part. BATGIRL invited her to be trained by her and do like official crime fighting things. The awesome on this whole thing is at least 1000 on the awesome meter.

Charlie may not know that Babs also slipped a tracker on her and has been monitoring her like some sort of migratory bird.

Also the cyberstalking which has pretty much nailed down a lot about her. Like the fact she seems to spend a lot of time in a burnt out apartment complex in their shinier version of the 'slums' that burned down in 2019. One which had very few survivors lots of dead people with lots obvious fire code and safety violations that were ignored despite previous citations and tenant complaints. The slum lord went to trail but got off on a wrist slap due to complicated LLC structures and blaming the property management company.

Also the fact that only one survivor only one really fits the girl's profile - Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe - She was outside the building during the fire, teenager, her mother and baby sister died in it. Court records also showed that Charlotte showed up for all of the trial and even testified about all the maintenance complaints she had heard from other people living there, but since she had no direct evidence of wrong doing vs. act of god accident etc etc her testimony was struck as hearsay.

That trial wrapped up about two months ago, right before Misfit showed up fighting crime in Gotham really.

Cyberstalking aside though. Misfit did totally reach out to Batgirl about some training as promised and is showing up on location in Gotham where it was specified by Batgirl. She doesn't teleport in directly, she pops onto the building across the way, makes sure the coast is clear, then down to the alley, and then carefully into the backdoor looking around blinking.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
It has been a ... month.. for Barbara. She's had worse, that is without any question to her or anyone who knows her even remotely well, but this is top six for sure. Between being stabbed and the general disarray that is Gotham and the Bat Family, she's up to her eyeballs in work.. most of which is largely futile gestures meant to convince herself she's doing something moderately useful against an enemy none of them really know how to fight.

Which is what she was doing when the call came across an encrypted phone attached to her computer: Looking at old footage, tracing old signals, and coming up with exactly nothing new. It was mentally exhausting and she'd just started to doze off when the phone chirps in her headset hanging around her neck where she's seated at the bank of monitors that is the view port of the Oracle Array.

Stiffling a yawn, she expects to see the familiar signal of one of her brethren, but when it's Charlie's unique signal... She stretches her arms up, cranes her back until it pops, and slips her headset on to answer the call.

>>Hey Charlie.<< Important because Misfit never gave her real name, >>Was wondering if you were going to call...<< 5R5RThe address is sent to her while she's placing another call, this by way of a very special device, just for Cassandra. Letting her know where to meet and what to expect when she gets there.

Masks, but not necessarily costumes. Training session. Put the kid through the paces.

Batgirl is there when Charlie arrives, wearing a hoodie over a far more loose and less ready for war cowl. Just something to keep her identity secure. "Annnd here she is. Hope you brought you ass whippin' shorts."

Cassandra Cain has posed:
The coast is, of course, clear. Nothing would be there to show that anything is different from normal, that's half of the lesson most likely. How or when Charlie has been tagged is immaterial, this is a moment where both of them, stalked and stalker, know the score.

While Batgirl is talking, someone moves into place. She was nearly late, but the tracker that she let Batgirl put on HER would let her know. Yes, it's good to start. No, I'm not hurt. Yes, I'm wearing pants. You know, the basics.

The gym is silent save for that one perso,n who appears to be lounging in a corner. Feminine, always quiet, a young lady in black with orange touches and no bad symbols is watching. She rises to her feet as Babs chats up the newbie and stifles a yawn of her own.

And, that is the last noise to be heard from her mouth for a while. As she leans on the edge of a nearby punching bag and looks over Charlie, her eyes shining from inside her hood. Such a nice hood. No, she won't be quipping.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie was left staring at the phone with the special simcard she stuck into it in shock when the call was done. Honestly she got through the whole call excited about setting up a time and place for TRAINING and didn't realize until she was off the phone that Batgirl used her REAL NAME.

"Oh crap."

"Wait.. I mean.. Bats.. they gotta..like know everything.. and .. if they know my name I mean.. is that bad..." she thinks about it. Well it could be very bad. She is kind of living illegally where she is at it. There are lots of complications in her life. She has skipped a lot of school since the fire. Also the fire.

Guh.

It didn't stop her from showing up though. In full Misfit costume. Though she did trade the t-shirt with the gunshot hole in it for a fresh clean only slightly from a thrift store Batgirl t-shirt.

Her style is still very much dollar store Batgirl really if one were t try to pin down a style.

Misfit perks up almosrt to attention when addressed by who well she assums is Batgirl. It sounds like Batgirl. Then she looks at herself and then up at Batgirl. "I .. uhm.. wore my costume.. is that okay?" she finally notices Cassandra over yonder and smiles brightly waving over to her. "From the bank.. oh.. uhm.. Orphan right?" which wasn't said at the bank, nothing was, but Babs filled that in the time since then. Just codenames though.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Babs knows Cass is there, but that's a combination of Cass wanting her to know she's there and the tracker Cass let her put into her clothes. Observant as Babs might be, she knows and appreciates her own limitations where it pretains to Orphan. So it is when Charlie arrives, there's a down dressed Batgirl wearing a zipped up hoodie, cowl, yoga pants, and no shoes.

"You're wearing a costume?"

This is lesson day.

Furthermore, it's the FIRST lesson day.

Let the games begin.

Her head cants a little, glancing back at Cass with a little shrug. Exagerated a lot, palms pointed upwards.. her attention already going back to Charlie. "Okay, you showed up in costume-" Air quotes, "-I think we can make it work."

Several steps towards her, hand out, "Let me see your utility belt, I'm going to go through it and check your loadout while you get in the ring with Orphan. Just some warm up exercises." That is definitely, truly, and absolutely not what is about to happen.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Orphan, rather content to do as directed, waits with her face shadowed. She rolls her eyes within the hood, Babs' flair for the dramatic always making her chuckle. Inwardly, where it won't ruin the show.

She gives a little headshake and pauses to strip off her hoodie, taking herself down to just the loose pants and the sports bra underneath. No cheating tricks here, she ensures that Misfit knows that she's not going to be throwing batarangs or anything else.

Unfortunately that also drives home an instant lesson. Because the woman beneath that hoodie is ...

It's difficult to describe, and the sight might stick in Misfit's head more than any beating. There are scars over every bit of her exposed body. She has what are clearly brutal gunshot wounds, healed long over. Lines crisscross her arms, mostly on her forearms but up and down her back, it looks as if she'd been whipped half to death at one point. And her chest and stomach have old wounds and new. She's a battlefield.

And this is what Misfit wants to join.

Still, the woman moves easily. She ignores the reaction, if there is one, and walks to the ring. Slips inside between two ropes, and then turns. She's not wearing a mask, she never does. Her face is just...her. And she holds out her hand to let Misfit join her in there, her lips smiling.

Her eyes are too, oddly. She seems...calm. Not a threat.

Yeah.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie isn't exactly the best at picking up sarcasm or such. I mean. She is so damn excited to be here and see Batgirl and Orphan ahain. It is a bit overwhelming. Easily overwhelms any sort of negativity right now. Smiling a bit like a manic golden retriever who doesn't realize she is likely to be taken to the vet for a 'check-up'.

She does by the second stress on costume look down at herself. "I mean.. it isn't fancy but it is the best I could do. I made the cowl and cape myself our of a bunch of material from the fabric store.. it looks pretty close.." then she blinks and looks at her belt. "I mean.. it isn't a ..." still hand is out. She pauses thoughtful then digs into her pockets and puts it all piled into Batgirl's hands. The belt though is holding up her pants, has no pouches and stays on.

The TREASUREs in Batgirl's hands now are two replica bat-a-rangs and a packet of zipties. The zipties may be the variety for heavy duty cable management but they are honestly a step up from the quizlement she had at the ones Batgirl gave her before.

The distraction of Cassandra taking off her hoodie though causes her to drop one of the bat-a-rangs right at Barbara's bare foot. Whether or not it hits a foot though there is a wince and Charlie stops staring at Orphan and looks after her clumsy mistake and blushes.

"The belt.. isn't a utility belt but that is my ..um loadout..." blush.

Which is when she scampers over towards the ring and Orphan. This is all clearly new to her from the wide eyed approach, staring again, and the way she reaches out to take the hand as offered. Trusting.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Babs is putting on an act, hard assing it up for Charlies' lesson, because she genuinely likes the kid. More to the point, she feels bad for grilling her about her costume, but... They don't go around wearing cloth suits anymore for a reason. Bullets hurt. Case in point, Cassandra Cain..

Looking at Batgirl, though? Nobody could tell she's harboring some regret. Both for chastising the kid and sending her in the puppy against a bonefied shark ready to eat her ass like a bucket of chum.. With that said, she trusts Cass not to go too far.

Which is precisely when she's handed a palm full of stuff.. "So, a week. You've had a week to put together a utility belt and you're handing me some batarangs and a bag of zipties." It isn't even mean, it absolutely doesn't have to be.

When one of those batarangs is dropped, it never even hits the ground... Babs food slides back, and her other hand drops down like a vipor to snatch it out of the air before it hits the mats. Pointing it at Charlie, "Utility belt. Get one."

Not much else to say since Misfit is off to get in the ring with the 300 lb Gorilla.

This part... this part she feels bad about.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Oh it's not like that. Not to start. Cass actually helps Charlie into the ring without shattering her clavicle or something of that sort. It lets her get things started faster if the girl is able to think that she's ready. So she gets Charlie in, makes sure that she's stable and watching, and even gives her a moment to gather her wits.

She looks at Babs, nods, then looks back to Charlie. Then her face changes from that calm, faintly warm person, to something seen in horror films. The eyes of someone with no pity or remorse, an alien or a robot. A person with no humanity is in there. And noone would look into the and believe that they were facing a person.

Cass steps closer to Misfit, it's not Charlie anymore, and walks up to her with that threat in her entire mein. The almost automatic reflexive move, whatever Charlie might try to do, barely matters. Cassandra drops down and ignores it, grabbing Charlie's ankle, and suddenly the woman is upside-down, dangling from her hand.

Babs would see what happened next, though Misfit might have problems recalling. The movement turned into a throw, and Cass uses her hair against her. Momentum gets checked by a hair pull from behind, and Cass almost casually slaps Charlie to the mat, on her back, facing the ceiling.

Then she gently kicks the young lady in the shoulder. Message: get up. We're training here.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie happily accepts the hand up and into the ring. No puppies kicked. Nothing dashed there. Yet.

Charlie glances at Babs when Orphan does and then looks back with a smile. That look though from Cassandra. That actually does make the smile atually flicker and falter a little bit. Charlie stares into the other woman's eyes and just blinks a couple of times as a deeper part of her is suddenly unsure, a bit more alert even. "Uh."

Misfit shifts her footing a little bit as Cass sytalk stowards her with her entire bdy screaming threat.

Still it is over very .. very quickly.

One moment Misfit is on her feet, the next she is upside down, and hten she is thrown, pulled and slapped down onto the mat.

There is a noise out of the girl of a tiny bit of pain but mostly sheer shock as she lays there for a moment before being kicked.

The thing about it though that maybe only Cassandran notices, especially as she reads bodes unlike anyone else on earth.

Charlie actually started to move to block the ankle grab. Something went wrong and glitched out but if the girl had followed through she would have had a slight chance (because come on it is Cass) of deflecting it and striking down with an elbow in a way Cass hasn't ever seen before.

That is all interpolation though, maybe it was just flailing of the noob and not at all those things.

At the kick Charlie moves back up to her feet and blinks taking a big breath. "Wow.. you are fast..." still excited to be here it seems.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Babs finds somewhere to put the handful of Charlie's utility and moves over to the edge of the ring to watch Cass and Charlie begin the training. She doesn't really want Charlie to get hurt, but... she does want her to know the gravitas of what is exactly what they're doing.

Arms across her chest, head back slightly to regard the pair from beneath hood until... yeah, there she goes. Charlie goes flying... but pops right back up ready for more. "Huh..." Anothere glance at Cass, giving her a fractional nod that she can turn the gas up... just a little.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Cassandra is holding back. Way back. The fact that Charlie thinks this is fast is something to consider, and something that she needs to get across. Though that hint of a move..Cassandra saw it, and is curious. So she tests.

Cassandra, being particularly gentle, moves to grab Charlie's face. The fact that that isn't actually something that would work is immaterial. People defend their faces. She causes Charlie to blink, her own momentum already moving to let her sidestep around the young lady. Then she's behind her, and punches her 'opponent' in the kidney. Not hard enough to drop her, but it'd be...felt.

To Charlie, it must've looked as if she blinked and Cassandra vanished from sight. But she lets Charlie turn around then, and the first thing she'd see would be Cass' fist. She literally waits for Charlie to get eyes on her first, so it'll be as scary as possible.

The thing is, she's going -really- easy right now. Because she's probing, trying to find out what that was that she saw. So she lets something that Charlie can relate to happen, and simply puts her on her back feet with a flurry of rights and lefts. One hits, hard enough to really leave a bruise. The second stings. She's not letting Charlie block at all. Forcing her to try harder, to dig deeper.

She's forcing her to cheat. Because there's no block in Charlie's normal repertoire that'd stop those strikes. And they're hurting, as she drives Misfit across the ring.

To Babs, it looks almost as if Cass is being lazy. Charlie might believe otherwise.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie is excited to be trained by Professional SuperHero Vigilantes.

She doesn't realize that Cassandra is probing or going easy. She doesn't understand yet.

The grab for the face gets this shuffle back step back, it is actually surprisingly fast and not the block hands up that most people would do without training to protect their eyes.

She does blink though which gives Cassandra time to get behind her, though honestly it is more effort than Cass may have thought due to the dodge vs. block or just blink there. "Ack!" is the exclaimation at the Kidney tap. That was definitely felt but .. could be worse. So Charlie pivots on her feet moving to face Cass, still looking a bit unsure about this all. The lack of actual instruction is a little unnerving but she is willing to do this still.

The flurrry of blows is where things get actually interesting. The thing about Cassie not letting her block, there is a half movement at the first strike that bruises "ow!", then another movement at the second strike but not executed "hey!". She is being backed up rapidly to the ropes and the hurting strikes are starting to get to be a lot. Then when one of those punches jabs out well Charlie steps and pivots blocks it and actually snaps a strike back. Much faster and more accurate than she should have. Much.

Again in a style that Cass hasn't seen before, it is fluid and viscious. But almost like something is wrong or very rusty.

The girl isn't breathing hard either.

What happens if Cass keeps at it.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Cass doesn't let up. She starts pushing harder, that move having gotten her attention. She actually had to dodge, which is not something she was expecting out of this. She starts actually hitting to cause pain though. This is a big change in how she's working the girl.

Punches, using no weapons, can be useful tools. She hits Charlie in the gut every third strike (roughly, she's not that predictable). Her goal is to take away her breath, while she scares her with face strikes that land on the bone. She's not going for knockouts, she's going for PAIN.

And her eyes are watching intently. She does move Charlie around, leading her with impacts more than threats. She makes her move around the ring, subconsciously looking for footwork as much as body motion. There's more to a style that what the hands do, and she's the master of this.

Hip twists, the way you breathe. It's all part and parcel. Tell me your story.

Then she starts using her feet too, adding to the pressure. Now Charlie can't step without finding bad footing, Cassandra's feet pushing at her own and tripping her up. There's nowhere to go, it all says. And you're losing.

And, to drive the message home, Cass telegraphs one. A right hook of all things, aimed right for Charlie's face.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
It actually is a pretty interesting show as it gets more intense there. It is also clearly hurts.

The thing is though as she is backed up and hit and hurt the more she is hurt the more that her responses actually speed up and get smoother. Faster. More dangerous. Also alien though incomplete and there is definitely something wrong with the style beyond just being rusty.

Charlie is taking way too many of the hits despite striking back and actually getting a few blocks in. Well more until Cassandra ramps it up even more that is.

That final right hook though connects and sends blinding pain through the teenagers senses... maybe breaks her nose and .... she is gone in a slash of pink and purple smoke.

Then back in another slash of smoke back and to the left of Cassandra in a literal heartbeat striking out with her fist hard towards ninja asssassin's kidney.... and gone...

A flicker of a moment later appearing on the other side and throwing an elbow.

It becomes very clear what kind of fighting style was jerky herky coming out of the kid when it starts to combine in pure muscle memory pain and adrenaline now.

The third strike though one ... well that teleport strike is intercepted by Cassandra blasting Misfit sideways and into the padded post and then back down to the mat hard onto her face. It doesn't look like she needs an intervetion as she lays there and groans. "my head hurtsss.."

Just laying there, yup ded.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Cassandra steps out of the ring quietly. She checked on Charlie, of course she did. But then she moves back. This isn't about being nice. But her eyes fall on Babs, and there's something confused in them. She was surprised by something in the ring. One of those times when it'd really freaking help to be able to talk.

But then, she'd not have learned what she did if she could. That Misfit has her own style, and something unique to her. Built around teleportation. And..she really, really sucks at it. But it's also something that Cass can train her in.

This could work.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Babs had stepped away to sort something out on her phone, routing traffic for a patrol pattern on a direct access to her Array back home. Charlie was in good hands with Cassandra while she was gone and upon returning, the quiet one was off cooling herself down. The aftermath of their little lesson is quite obvious, a grin on the redheads face as she jumps up into the fight ring and slides beneath the second rope to check on their young new compatriot.

Crouching down with her arms used to support her forearms, "So." Bottle of water held out to her between two knuckles clamped around the neck, "How you feeling?"

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie is still just laying face down on the mat thre as she just groans lightly in response to Batgirl.

"My head hurts." she repeats helpfully for the new audience. Because honestly it is pounding with a splitting migraine. Not because Cass slammed her into a post and bounced her off it like a tennis ball.

She did do some things a normal kid definitely shouldn't be able to do though... the question is was Babs off taking her call and missed that final sequence and show. Beyond just the surprisingly compotent bits of escalating sparring but when the actual legit magic started.

Regardless though Charlie is just laying there bruised and damned if her head doesn't hurt from the cognitive dissonance of fighting someone like Cass purposefully pushing her into the corner until she started fighting back in a more natural way... at odds with the protections laid down there.

A hand reaches up to take the cold bottle of water and the teen rolls over onto her back and presses the bottle to her forehead.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"You mentioned." Babs says with a grin, having been on the receiving end of this training sequence more times than she can, or would even like to, count, she can fully appreciate the pounding of her head... all be it hers was from having her head bounced off the mat rather than whatever that was Charlie had been doing.

Things she'll be reviewing on the video feed later.

Things that defy reason, but seem so common place in a world full of mutants and meta-humans.

Regardless, her hand comes down as Babs stands up, "You did pretty good, most people don't last that long on the mats with Orphan... she's a particularly capable fighter." Arguably as good as Batman, without the finesse of years of experience, but raw talent... it would be an interesting duel.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
The cold water bottle is pressed against her forehead is shifted from one temple to another but still not drank at all there as she sprawls.

"She is so amazingly fast... capable seems like an understatement. Compared to the muggers and even those gang members in the warehouse she is in another world all by herself...." she thinks about sitting up and decides laying down is still all good in the neighborhood of Hurt Street and Pain Alley. "I honestly can't shake the feeling she was just playing with me..."

Finally though she does slowly sit up and grin. "I did okay though.... does that mean you guys will keep taching me stuff." her eyes flicker down to her belt and she thinks about that earlier statement about getting a better kit together, cause well she thought she did really but yeah. Then she smiles brightly up to batgirl and works the cap to take a sip of water.

Her head still hurts, but the less she thinks about it and the more distance between when Cass pushed her too far and it is allowed to fade from her over thinking things, the better. Like a red mist through her mind replacing it all with chipper optimism.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"She was absolutely toying with you." Barbara assures Charlie, "But she wouldn't have done it if she didn't think you can take it. She knows things... trust." Patting the kids shoulder with a flat palm, she chops over her shoulder with a turn, pointing out towards a table situated at the far side of the training area.

"Come take a look at this." Sliding beneath the ropes and hopping down, she makes her own way over to what looks like her utility belt all unpacked out on the table. "This is a standard patrol kit. No specialized equipment.. so every night these things-" Motioning with her palms flat over the collection of tools, weapons, and gear she carries on a nightly basis.

"Grapple gun, zip-ties, smoke bombs, flash-bangs, batarangs. Enough for a prolonged engagement, all very specific, twelve, seven, seven, four, seven, two, six." Pointing at the items in the numerical order.

"Everything in a very specific place so I know how to get it without thinking about it." Turning to Charlie, "THIS, is a utility belt. Close your eyes and tell me where everything is."

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
The kid really is only feeling the headache from pushing too hard fighting, and that last slam into the post and mat.

Which means with the headache fogging out she bounces up awfully quick at the come take a look at this from Batgirl. Following with that same cheerful smile. Stepping around to look at the belt all unpacked like that on the table. "Woah... that is totes more stuff than I thought you would be able to fit in one of those. It is like.. one of those parachutes and all. Is it hard to stuff it all back into it?" she sort of rambles looking it over starting to reach towards a smoke bomb "So small.." and her movement is halted as she blinks at the request. Pulling her hand back realizing she was being a bit too forward as well.

"Uh." there is a glance off balance and she closes her eyes. "The batarangs." pointing, and she is right "Grapple gun" pointing and is right. Those were the end caps really and the most interesting so those are easy really. "Zip ties, smoke bombs, and flashbangs..." she isn't pointing because honestly she knows what the rest was but...

Damned ADHD.

"Zip ties" pointing and is a little to the left but has the order placement right. Then she admits "The flash bangs and smoke bombs kinda looked the same... not sure which is which but they are there.." she vaguely gestures over both of them.. roughly right spot but they do kind of look alike and yeah she wasn't paying close enough attention.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
One arm hooks beneath the other elbow while Babs watches Charlie struggle through the memory game, "You're in the middle of a fight and need to create a diversion to escape. You've been struck on the head with a lucky punch and your vision is blurry as is, so you know a flashbang will probably make it worse." The tips of her fingers slap out towards Charlie's temple. It wouldn't be a hard blow, just enough tap to know that she's been touched, "You just set off a flashbang. Your enemy is disoriented, but so are you."

"Where are your flashbangs." The comments are rapid fire, Babs moving around behind and around Charlie, speaking from different angles, further disorienting her after watching her inclination to turn towards the sound of her voice.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
The kid definitely struggles with it. She is definitely inclined to turn to the sounds even if she is keeping her eyes closed. She has had enough movie and TV sessions to know this is definitely training and not just picking on her.

She flinches a little at temple slap opening her eyes then closing them quick.

She nips her lower lip and stops turning because dangit Babs keeps moving and all making it hard to keep track where the table is.

She reaches out, touches the table to orientate, and then taps a batarang feeling it and then moves over to the round orbs that are the flash bang and then the smoke bomb. "I.. am not sure which is which is which." she isn't lying about it. She still isn't sure.

"This.. seems like it takes a lot of practice." she admits.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Babs nods, patting a hand on Charlie's shoulder, "Alright, you have homework." Rather than apologizing, because she was up front that nothing about this training session was going to be easy, "I've made you a mockup utility betl." kneeling down to pull a case from beneath the table. Long, black, and metal, she sets it down on an empty table beside the one where her own belt is taken apart.

Opening the case, there's a near identical loadout, but it's obvious none of the tools are real, just made to look like them...

The utility belt itself, however, is very real. Yellow, like her own, but with bigger pouches with flick open lids. "Put everything in this case in whatever order you want inside the utility belt, but when you come back... you have to know exactly where it's all at... and use it effectively in an obstacle course."

Green eyes flick over at Misfit, "If you do that, you can keep the belt."

"And I'll give you real gear to put in it."

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
"Right.." opening her eyes blinking behind her cowl as she looks around "Homework." then her eyes light up as she watches the case come out. I mean yes she heard the words Mock and all.. but gosh.

She probably would be vibrating if she could be vibrating as she watches the case open ... okay maybe she is vibrating a little bit with excitement as she looks it all over. They may be fake right now but this is amazing. "Gosh." okay that is said out loud and not just in her head as she reaches to touch the belt and then carefully picks it up out of the case. "Like knights and swords...." well okay squires and wooden swords but yeah she says it with a whole lot of awe and reverence as she holds it drapped between her two hands now.

Yeah she heard Babs about the coming back and being tested and all.

"How soon?" she asks about coming back, how much time does she have to practice is the real question. Not that she has a lot of things cluttering up her life right now but this and vengeance.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"You have... I'll give you the weekend, which is more than fair, I think." Babs closes the case and pushes it towards Charlie with the ends of her fingers, "Take it home and personalize it, Monday you come back here and we'll see how you've done. Mess up one thing and you're going back to square one... Think you can manage that? It will /not/ be easy..."

What about any of this has been so far, right?

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie puts the belt back in the case, reluctantly, and then closes it ... well first she makes sure the thing doesn't have some sort of lock on it. Then she closes the lid.

"Okay." she snaps off a cute little salute to Casual Batgirl.

It totally looks worse with her thrift store apparrel but she seems so enthused by all this. "I won't disappoint you batgirl!"

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Babs inclines her head at Charlie, actually grinning rather than just smirking, at the kids enthusiasm. "I have faith that you'll definitely do your best not to." Which is... basically... saying she thinks she wont, right?

It's difficult being a hardass, at least for most people. She's no Bruce, of course, but where it pretains to training kids to be paramilitary agents? She can be a little tough. "Now... take some tylenol-" Bottle set down in front of Charlie, "-and get home. Rest up. Get started on packing that utility belt. You've got three days to impress me."

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie pauses and pops open the painkillers, I mean, she knows she will be fine with one good bounce but... honestly Batgirl caring about her hurting head is enough to make her wibbly inside. She taps out some painkillers and washes them down with a swig of the water bottle.

Charlie nods "Sure thing" she hefts the case thoughtfully and then gives Batgirl a serious nod. "Thank you!" yeah she looks like she wants to fling herself and hug Batgirl, but manages to restrain herself.

Barely. "Same bat place and bat time on Monday then?"