7530/One Night in Gotham

One Night in Gotham
Date of Scene:	25 August 2021
Location:	Amusement Mile
Synopsis:	Flamebird meets Huntress
Cast of Characters:	Helena Wayne, Bette Kane

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Helena Wayne has posed:
This morning, 7 members of the Street Demonz were arrested on outstanding warrants after being found beaten and trussed by some unnamed vigilante. Tonight, the Street Demonz are back out on the Amusement Mile in force. No one has -said- the 'B' word, but as they approach the abandoned amusement park everyone is thinking it.

There's no fewer than a dozen of them, fanned out to take up the whole street as big motorcycles rumble slowly along. And all eyes are on the rooftops. Searching. Scanning. Looking... and hoping for anything else.

Bette Kane has posed:
Flamebird drew the duty because no one else claimed it. If Batman didn't say stay away, then he wasn't interested and it likely wasn't the Joker. Having waited for the GCPD to leave the site, the flamboyant Flamebord arrived. In the old remains of the canaval lights, the red and yellow actually had points of blending. She made her way around one of the delapedated and wated for a medium sized one. It was supposed to be a fact finding mission, but they had cut her car off. When he passed she did a rabbit punch with her reinfoirced gloves and found the thud reassurring, then tried to drag him back further.

Bette Kane has posed:
Flamebird drew the duty because no one else claimed it. If Batman didn't say stay away, then he wasn't interested and it likely wasn't the Joker. Having waited for the GCPD to leave the site, the flamboyant Flamebord arrived. In the old remains of the canaval lights, the red and yellow actually had points of blending. She made her way around one of the delapedated and wated for a medium sized one. It was supposed to be a fact finding mission, but they had cut her car off. When he passed she did a rabbit punch with her reinfoirced gloves and found the thud reassurring, then tried to drag him back further.

Helena Wayne has posed:
It's probably a good thing for Flamebird that everyone is watching the rooftops for signs of the Bat. The bikers are on foot, fanned out and still looking more up than around. Armed with assorted sporting equipment, pipes, and chains, they look like they mean business.

Her punch is solid and the thud of ganger hitting asphalt isn't quiet. One turns around, just in time for several to yell up front.

"THERE HE IS!"

"OH SHIT!"

"SOMEBODY GET HIM!"

Helena learned about fear at a very young age, and her father taught her all about being on the right side of it. From the street level the lighting highlights her costumed silhouette, flowing cape and peaked mask mimicking a certain Bat-themed vigilante extraordinarily well.

A moment after catching their undivided attention (minus one), Huntress steps off the roof's edge into the shadows of the alley... catching the fire escape on the way down.

Bette Kane has posed:
If Bette were a proper Bat, she might have made the take-down a little better. Now though she drops the guy's ankles. Always worked for 47. Seeing her, no one could mistake this as Batman. No her bold flamed look stuck-out, a form fitted athletic young woman, with long blonde hair and too much color for even the 'new' Batgirl, "Alright, ninja rules, one at a time, boys. Come-on.." She says, but, palms a bird-o-rang, and the first one stepping forward gets it in the forehead.

Helena Wayne has posed:
The Street Demonz are divided, now. Part of them are now focused on the brightly-colored Bat-female who just took down one of their number. And she even calls them out. One at a time?

"No, that'll take too long." one of them growls at Flamebird, half-grinning as more of them turn towards her. Towards the one they can see.

Someone up front draws a gun, and immediately screams as it clatters across the street. He's clutching his hand, and the crossbow bolt that's stuck halfway through the palm.

The gang can't seem to decide where to focus, the group's attention wavering from the bright Flamebird back to the alley. And now another woman steps out of the shadows. She's dressed in purple and black, carrying a white quarterstaff.

"Take too long? I'm in no hurry." Huntress replies, her tone carrying an all-too-familiar edge.

Bette Kane has posed:
Did Huntress get a new uniform? Meh, who doesn't change up once in a while. Never mind though, she was going to lose. Back-up came before she even had the chance to call for it. "Boy am I glad you are here." Flamebird muttered softly.

The gun disarmed; Bette left that one as decommissioned. The next that came at her and a second, the first one was trying to act brave, and yet, avoid the much scarier crossbow wielder. As such he wasn't the biggest or the baddest, and Flamebird make it look easy, a block and side-step, then a right-cross, take the dazed second to deliver and upper-cut. His head hit the ground and his feet flew upward. Real pro-stuff, for a lady boxer. But that second chump that followed, was able to give her a nice smack to the back with his pipe wrench. She launched forward, doing so reduced the impact but threw her to the ground. And, yes, some meant it hurt, and like a lot. "Ooof."

Helena Wayne has posed:
Huntress doesn't give the gang a chance to vote on rules before just wading in. The crossbow is holstered now, but if anything she's even more scary with the staff. She is quick, even for one of the Bats, her strikes precise and controlled.

Sweep the back of a knee... dodge the club from the left... break the wrist to disarm... butt of staff to bridge of nose... twirl the cape to confuse, starting another round with the staff.

And somewhere along the way the guy who clocked Flamebird with the pipe just suddenly drops it, screaming as he gingerly tries to remove the H-shaped shuriken from the hollow of his shoulder.

"Get. Up." she calls, presumably to the blonde.

Bette Kane has posed:
Flamebird just glanced a second as the Huntress started in with the staff? She admired the superior training most of them had, and this one was an artist. But the guy that hit is taken out, and whether or not hearing the suggestion that she get off the ground was the inspiration. (It was, but mostly in that she stopped watching the skill and got back to contributing.) She kipped-up smoothly and dodged the intended curb-stomp of her next foe. The powerful down stroke and miss gave her an opening. A kidney punch as she slipped around, then a kick to the back of the knee with her toe. Finally, a knee to finish him off. Unlike the first time though, she dropped back in a flip as the next attacked. Pushing him with his momentum forward, and with a shift to the side from a push, set him up for Huntress to have a finish. At least she could contribute some. And she even flipped off a bird-o-rang to the face of a guy lining up a knife throw at Huntress.

Helena Wayne has posed:
Huntress is dropping gangers left and right, working her way towards the brightly-dressed Flamebird. Hers is a mixture of styles, and anyone who's trained with... or perhaps even seen... Batman in action might recognize certain elements. There's a 'clang' as the staff deflects a pipe, before she whirls it to disarm and brings the butt up hard between the guy's legs.

It's quick, and in just a few moments twelve on two becomes four on two. Weapons clatter on the pavement as they flee. In a single motion Huntress drops the staff and draws the crossbow. One takes a bolt to the back of the leg and goes down, leaving three. They round the corner just as she is cocking and readying for another shot.

Lowering the weapon, she turns towards Flamebird. "You okay?"

Bette Kane has posed:
The quick take-downs are impressive, but they are somehow wrong. Oh, they are flawless. Just, wrong. Flamebird, will worry about that in a moment. Barely assisting thus far, she is still impressive. She lacks that quality of mass fighting, and that navigation of numbers so well ingrained in the Bats. But, now the three rushing a reloading Huntress have her attention. That is wrong too though. Still, her chance to show-off.. Well, to the level of actually being almost worthy as always. She back hand flings a set of bolos at the lead one, wrapping them around his throat and emitting a taxer charge. One down. She leaps on another, wrapping her knees at his waist and using the momentum to push him back to the ground where she delivers a 'Forrest Gump' beat-down. Leaves one. She never even considers him.
Flambird releants after the guy cannot remember his mother's name. "More or less, same as alway.. thanks, and sorry." A sigh. Flamebord is more than fully aware of the fact, she is the least of the Bats, and if Robins are birds, the least of them as well. AQnd Btte hates her inability to match them, and at least in her eyes ever be a real one.

Helena Wayne has posed:
Helena Wayne watches as Flamebird takes out two of the remaining three, head tilting a little. Is that appreciation? Hard to say, between the cowl and the darkness. Almost absently she shoots the last one in the thigh, bringing him to his knees. Stepping up, she knocks him out with an open-hand strike and then ignores him, turning towards Flamebird.

"Don't apologize." she offers, voice losing some of the gravel. "Especially in front of -them-. You have spirit and tenacity. What you need is training."

"I'm... new in town. Call me Huntress." Which would be less confusing if she were the only Huntress...

Bette Kane has posed:
There is a wince, right, not in front of the criminals. A head shake, and she starts zip-tying them to leave for the cops. She freezes and on one more aware than the others as Huntress introduces herself. For a second, Flamebird freezes in fear, way more than when she got over-whelmed. The guy moves though and she elbow slams him back to the pavement. "Oh, you are her.. I am Flamebird." No you are not or you would not have told me! At least that sets off all the alarms. A second one, Robins and Batgirls are replaced? "We should leave them for the cops. I need to ask you abot something."

Helena Wayne has posed:
Helena Wayne bends to help with the zip-tying, working quickly and efficiently. She leaves the unconscious bodies where they lay, but keeps looking up and around. Alert, this one. "Flamebird...." she muses. No, she's definitely not home anymore. Something she'll keep reminding herself for some time. "Shouldn't take long to finish up here, then we can talk."

It's implied, but clear all the same. We can talk -somewhere else-...

It only takes a few moments with the two of them working together. "Okay, Flamebird. Let's go for a walk."