9601/Eyes on You

Eyes on You
Date of Scene:	12 January 2022
Location:	Chinatown - Founder's Island
Synopsis:	Barbara finds Arthur liberating a friend. She helps him.
Cast of Characters:	Arthur Curry, Barbara Gordon

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Arthur Curry has posed:
    << It is an honor to have you here, Brother Yun. >>
    The words were polite, perfectly practiced, and delivered in a precise almost accentless tone of Cantonese in the dining hall. No one else in the room dared speak, for so much rode upon the protocol of this gathering. So much depended on the two clans coming together. Sharing words and food and drink. And departing with no offense given on any side. The future was in the offing, and there for the taking. So long as the Yingtze and Tsoshang Tong were able to reach agreement without insult.
    Tensions were high.
    Yet the surroundings there in the Red Harbor Restaurant at least stole some of that tension from the air. For it was a beautiful place in Gotham. Three stories tall with an open dining area on the first floor and then on the higher floors alcoves and balconies from which diners could look down upon the people below while awaiting for their food. The decor was tasteful, reserved, mostly crimson in color with some landscape art upon the walls showing the mother country of the past. Around the edges of the main area there were large tanks of water for the catch of the day, the sight of varied fish and sea-life was always relaxing. A fine tableau for a meet and greet between two of those gangs seeking to make an impact on Gotham in the future.
    << You flatter me, brother Po. >> The two older gangsters shared bows as they then moved to their table. A small two-top that was set in the middle of the floor just for them. They stepped up to it, paused, and then simultaneously took their seats. Which was signal enough for their half-dozen henchmen each to take their seats at different tables. All almost synchronized in their precision.
    << Shall we discuss business first, or would you care to dine? >>
    << Please, it has been a long trip. Let me eat, drink, and then gather my thoughts. >>
    << Excellent, as you would. >>

Barbara Gordon has posed:
The night is young, so to speak.

"Oracle." Barbara says in to her com. "Yes, ma'am?" The female AI voice says back.

"Whats the report on this part of the city tonight?" Batgirl asks as she stands with one foot up on the edge of a rooftop. Her cape gently sways behind her in the cold winter wind.

"Simple instances of domestic violence reports coming in to the GCP at the nearby low income housing units to your south. A robbery attempt at a liquor store three blocks north of your position, and an ice cream truck was over turned by a gang of ... men in squirrel suits. The GCPD has already responded to all of these calls."

"Great." Barbara says calmly. "A quiet night then. Perhaps I'll practice some of the upgrades I've made on my guidance system." The last sentence being muttered by the redhead in the black and gold armored suit, her red hair flowing over her right shoulder as her covered eyes glow just a little with HUD information showing to her inside the cowl.

"It's always good to stay sharply practiced, ma'am." The AI Oracle says to Batgirl.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    The neighborhood where the Red Harbor did its business had been quiet. Or perhaps been made so for this night. The word that passed on the street was that there would be no tolerance for illegal activity, at least on the part of those two gangs. Let the bat and his cronies be occupied elsewhere. For tonight was for detente.
    Outside the restaurant there were six vehicles in the parking lot. SUVs of various colors and makes. Several tiles in both English and Chinese on the illuminated sign declared, 'Closed for Private Function' and left it at that. Foot traffic was turned away. People wandered on past. Even though outside there were some men gathered near the front door.
    Inside, Brother Po smiled. << We have taken great efforts to offer you a variety of dishes. I trust you shall not be disappointed. >>
    Yun nodded as he looked at the single page of the night's menu and looked up. << Very exotic. Illegal. It is... >>
    Of course that is the moment when here's a sound from the front door. A heavy thud is heard, a grunt, a thud. Could be someone dropping something in the reception area? A tray of something? It was enough to get Po to look up and frown. Not quite enough to get a reaction...
    Until there was the sound of breaking glass.
    << Shao, Tsun! Check that out! >>
    << Yes boss! >> The two men said quickly and then reaching into their coats withdrew their firearms as they rushed toward the front area.
    Brother Yun frowned, << I thought you said you had taken steps to prevent the gaze of the bat falling upon us! >>
    << I did, this is likely... nothing. >>

Barbara Gordon has posed:
A pair of homeless men stand over a burning fire barrel to keep warm. One of them has his hands out, flexing his fingers, flaring his hands, and coughing softly. "What's the score?" He asks the other homeless man across from himk. The second man is holding an iPhone and tapping on it. "Knights are up. Last quarter." His friend chuckles at this. "We should head that way... lots of good money comes from happy drunk fans."

The one with the fancy phone chuckles back as he looks up. "Maybe so... Wa---" He stops talking as something sweeps above their heads!

"Holy shit, it's the bat!" He says in disbelief of his eyes.

In the air, Barbara hears the conversation over her mic inside her cowl, she smirks at it. "They always think I'm him..." She mutters to herself as she glides through the alleyway, then cuts a hard angle around the next corner, her cape open wide with the wind keeping her aloft in the cold air!

She sails between buildings, with her HUD showing her flight path and her AI Oracle systems telling her when and where to go next. She keeps monitoring her listening channels, hearing conversations across the areas below her as she sweeps above them!

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Outside the Bat's proxy might see the hint of... something. A ruckus? A parking lot fender bender? But a quick sweep of sensors with augmented vision would definitely pick up the fallen crumpled forms of two men on the outside who lie unconscious upon the ground... and a pistol? A pistol that looks like it was thrown onto the roof. Around one fallen man is a myriad of broken glass from the front door of the Red Harbor Restaurant.
    And within? Loud noises are likely heard.
    "Who are you? How did you find us!" Brother Po holds his gun in both hands, trembling with anxiety and rage even as Brother Yun has stepped back and taken cover amongst his goons. Inside the restaurant there is a broken chair that's fallen by the way side and now standing in the front archway that leads to the foyer?
     a tall grim looking man with a severe beard and wild hair.
    "Look, I don't give a fuck who you people are, or what all this is about." Arthur raises a hand and makes a circling gesture with his free hand. In his other hand... is a struggling man who is being held by the back of his neck and trying to pull himself free. And failing. "I'm here for one reason."
    The Atlantean looks between the myriad of men all holding weapons and looking /extremely/ anxious.
    Then the hero says with a scowl. "Where's the fucking dolphin?"

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"Ma'am." The AI Oracle says over Babs' com. "We have reports of two people knocked out on the street near the entrance to a notoriously shady restaurant. I'm marking it on your heads up display."

"Thank you, Oracle." Batgirl says back to her assistant, while she sees the update come across her 3d scan of the city and flight plan adjustments...

Within moments, her shadow sweeps over the location, blotting out the pale moon light as she lands on the roof of the place. She starts walking across the roof, her cape having lost its stiff glide charge, now allowing the Batgirl to move normally.

She paces across the roof at a casual clip, her scanner rushing over the geography as she approaches the front of the building.

The gun is spotted, it flashing red inside her mask. "Well. This is shaping up to be something..." Babs says softly.

She looms over the weapon now, recording it before she crouches and picks it up in her gloved hand. She turns it over gently as her long red hair waves in the January chill.

Babs ejects the magazine and turns it over to spy the rounds within it. She then crushes the gun and sets it back where she found it, rendering it useless forever... The mag is slipped behind her back and tucked in to a pouch on her belt beneath her cape. She rises and walks to the edge to look down toward the city street below..

Arthur Curry has posed:
    It's in that moment that she might hear voices, raised voices coming from inside. The layout of the architecture also might make it feasible for her to get line of sight down into the restaurant through one of the tall circular third floor windows that offer a beautiful view of the Gotham skyline to those who pay for one of those high balcony seats.
    Inside.
    "Dolphin?!" Brother Yun looks sidelong at Brother Po who looks confused and then turns to speak to Arthur.
    "You are here... you do this to our people... because of a dolphin!? It is worth little? A delicacy, yes. But not worth robbing us!" Which is said as the Asian man gestures toward the man who had been struggling in Arthur's grip who now... hangs unconscious and then thwumpfs to the floor.
    "A delica... seriously?" Arthur says sharply and shakes his head as he starts to stomp forward...
    And that's when the firearms start barking inside, rounds firing setting off all sorts of local alarms, audio sensors for the PD, and likely... for Batgirl as well.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"Dolphins?" Babs says softly from her vantage point outside. She is bathed in shadow by part of the building, her eyes looking through one of the windows as she listens to the conversation inside through her high tech monitoring surveillance system.

"Oracle, find out what kind of aquatic life this establishment has in its tanks." Batgirl says quietly to her computer, who acknowledges in response.

When the fighting starts, it is almost predictable. The window is breached quietly by the caped crusader who slips inside and maintains cover in a dark corner. She watches who the target of all this madness is.

"Who is that?" Batgirl asks, her AI.

"Processing." The Oracle says back. A few seconds pass, Barbara watching it unfold as she picks potential targets to neutralize.

"It appears to be Justice League member Arthur Curry. Aka the Aquaman." The AI says back.

"Justice Leaguer. Wonderful. At least he's consistent with what he's passionate about, I guess." Barbara says a moment before she strikes.

Arthur might see it, on the fringe of his attackers... two of them suddenly are enveloped in darkness, and then just vanish!
He likely knows that kind of tactic, especially in Gotham.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    He'd notice. Even though he's enduring bullets slamming into him repeatedly by the rounds fired by several of those henchmen and one of the bosses. His head is turned to the side and his arm is raised before him to protect himself as rounds slam into him with short thump-thump-thumps. Instinctively he goes to cover behind one of the large tables overturned.
    Just for a moment until several of the gunmen start to reload, then the entire table is /thrown/ their way and slams hard into them, sending them flying into the kitchen prep area as the wood splinters around them.
    It's at that moment that the darkness engulfs those two, a whoosh of motion, and abruptly two of those firing at him disappear. It's enough to bring a smile to the tall man's face.
    "Hey man," Arthur's voice is curiously pleased, even as he scowls and breaks into a run, /leaping/ across the distance to tackle a pair of other men and crunch them into the ground where he bounces one's head against the floor before he's rising.
    The other goons? They've broken and run to get cover as Arthur starts to crawl to the side. "Sorry about comin' here without a phone call. Spur of the moment thing. Hope you're not too pissed." Clearly presuming that Batgirl is the elder Bat in this case.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
'They always do.'

The fleeing gunmen rush toward a brightly lit part of the interior of the room, only to have the lights suddenly burst in to sparks as their bulbs all shatter from a power overload that leaves them in darkness!

They scream. There is more gunfire, four more shots ring out in the dark as the men shout in fear.

One of them is sent back toward the archway they ran through, landing on his tailbone, he slaps his head against the ground with a sickening crunch of skull on hard floor!

The two left in the dark are dropped to just one, screaming and begging for his life until he's also silenced.

Then just darkness from the archway as the Bat observes again, or has moved on to a new target?

Either way, Arthur doesn't get a verbal response to his jovial reaction to an ally being in the shadows.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    When no answer is forthcoming from the shadows, the Atlantean scowls and murmurs to himself, "Ah dammit. Yer pissed."
    Arthur gets up to his feet and moves in on Brother Po and Brother Yun, scowling at them. In the flickering dark of the restaurant, the Bats may look sinister and terrifying. But Arthur... he has a certain madness in his golden eyes and his silhouette can seem monstrous with how he seems to grow and grow as he draws nearer.
    Lifting a finger he says, "You finished?" And then snaps the pistol out of the man's hand. With the Bat's aid the henchmen are down, the bosses are trembling with fright. Aquaman pulls the clip free, works the slide, then crushes the pistol in one hand before tossing it away. "Stay here. If you move, I'll get mad."
    No response comes from them.
    Then he's moving to the back of the restaurant, footsteps heavy as he advances on the largest tank there, espying the silhouette of a fabric sling that rests in the tank with the weight of something holding it down and in that water. To the side ladder that leads up he climbs, reaching in to take hold of the straps or the sling then sloooowly lifts the small juvenile dolphin out of its place.
    "Aw man." He just says, no further invectives hurled, no grimness. There's just a moment where the severe-looking man softens his eyes as he takes the small form in his arms. "I got you." He says as he tucks the sea-mammal in the crook of one arm and starts to make his way back down.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
With the interior of the building going mostly quiet after Arthur dispatches of the remaining men standing, things seem to have wrapped up just as the Aquaman would have wanted.

Except for the 'angry Batman' element.

Nothing stops, or impedes him from garnering the sea mammal either.

It isn't until he makes it back down with the creature that a voice speaks out.

And there she is, standing in the shadow created by her destruction of half the room's lights, , but the gold elements of her suit are visible, along with her red hair, and the yellow outline of the bat upon her armored chest.

"What.... are you... doing?" The female Bat asks of him, her hands at her sides, her posture casual as she looms on the edge of the darker half of the room, just watching him.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    The small creature seems woozy, making soft clicks and cries but very faint as it's held in Arthur's arm. Bleary, perhaps, drugged more than likely. Yet its eyes swivel as it takes in its surroundings even as the half-Atlantean's attention falls upon the Batperson.
    "Oh." He says at first. Then he takes a breath and adds, "You're..." A pause as he then finally just greets her. "Batwoman."
    If she didn't have that identity scan it'd be hard to tell this man as a superhero. He's wearing brown work boots, blue jeans, and an open grey hoodie that hangs loose over a black t-shirt that hugs his broad chest tightly. Very civilian-ish, with those rings and leather bracers lending a roadie vibe to the tall man.
    A glance is given to the bosses and the fallen, secured now and all they need now is to be rounded up by the authorities. Which means...
    "Let's talk outside." And then he's moving back toward the front door, holding the sling like a makeshift cradle in that one arm.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Batgirl looks over the men that Arthur dispatched of before her visible-now green eyes go to the tank that he pulled the mammal from. She exhales softly before those eyes go back to the hulking man carrying it across the room now.

She doesn't correct him about her name. There's two Batgirls, a Batwoman or two also... it's hard to keep up with. Who even cares?

"Right..."

Once outside, Babs stands off to the side of the entrance now, her eyes looking over the situation out here next before she turns to face him, standing like Bruce might... she's a mirror image of him... her mentor.

"They didn't have a permit for it anyway." She finally says, admitting why she's not stopping him from breaking the law here. Since these guys already were.

Would she have protested if they did have a permit though? Whose to say.

"Where are you taking it?" She asks him then though, her voice betraying her menacing attempts of appearance, since she sounds very feminine and not the dangerous woman that she has managed to carve herself in to through hard work and a rough climb...

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Once out in the chill of the Winter's night, Arthur frowns with his brow furrowed. There's a wisp of snow on the air, and the coolness is a biting thing when brought along with the wind. He gives her a nod as she draws up and asks where he's taking it. "There are a couple family pods nearby. Gonna see if any are near enough... or can take on a kid."
    But then he turns to face her and he meets her eyes, concern is clear in his as he says in that deep voice of his, "Here, mind holding her for a sec?" And as he says that suddenly...
    She has an arm load of dolphin in a harness.
    Once she has a good grip, however, he steps back and reaches a hand over his shoulder, grabbing that hoodie and pulling it free as he slides one arm out of it, then the other. It leaves him looking cold with his breath steaming in the dark, that t-shirt seeming a size too small on his strong frame. But once he's clear of it he steps in and leans over to wrap the fabric carefully around the small dolphin, tucking it in around the sides and making sure the blowhole is clear.
    "Was passing by. I usually try not to intrude in yer all's..." He looks up at her, then past and to the side, "Yer all's stomping grounds. But I heard her, and she seemed..." He shakes his head and doesn't finish what he was about to say.
    A yellowish stone is taken from his pocket and flickers as he squeezes it with one palm, then he sets it within he folds of the cover as small waves of heat are felt from it. Once that's done he'll take the dolphin back from Barbara and then says to her. "Sorta lost my temper too." He starts walking toward the East, those docks near Chinatown a few blocks away, and looks like he's hoofing it.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
The transfer of the dolphin to Barbara's shoulder is a bit awkward for the Batgirl... she's never held a dolphin before... But she helps him, as requested. She wraps her right arm up around the creature, then braces it with her left gloved hand. Her green eyes look to it beside her, as she listens to him, then watches what he's doing.

It's endearing. She can't help it, but feel empathy for the creature too.

"You can... speak to... her?" Batgirl asks as she stands there with the creature.

But then the transfer back happens, and Barbara steps back after he has the wrapped up mammal back in his arms.

"I hope... they will take her in." She says next before her eyes look to the direction he was talking about... the waters.

Barbara raises her left hand up and speaks in to her wrist.

"Don't hoof it." She tells him then, and a second later a loud engine roars up as an armored Bat-vehicle squeals to a stop on the wet snowy pavement of the street! The sporty assault vehicle rumbles its engine loudly before Batgirl starts to motion to it. "I assume you're familar with surfing?" She asks as the canopy of the vehicle pulls forward and reveals the cockpit that she's moving toward now.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Yeah..." He says quietly as he's looking down at the small sea-mammal, his golden eyes glowing very subtly, just enough to leave hints of a gleam in the air when his head moves.
    "Part of my gift, though right now..." His brow furrows a little then he says, "I think they drugged her, but she's recovering. She wants her mother but..."
    There's a shake of his head as he doesn't elaborate on that. On what may have happened. Though he doesn't seem like he's hopeful for a reunion of sorts.
    It was when he was about to start walking that she advises him not to. He looks sidelong at her as she then lowers her cowled head and speaks into the device in her arm. His eyebrow quirks as he looks on with a puzzled expression. Then there's that roar of the engine and the tear of those tires around the corner as the vehicle comes to the fore, rolling into the parking lot area even as distantly the emergency lights of he GCPD can be seen.
    A rough laugh comes from him then he nods, "Yeah. Yeah I am." As he then moves forward and takes an eyeball of the cockpit to this particular flavor of batmobile. He'll lean over the side, one boot planted on one of the black struts while he gets the small sea-critter at ease in the single back seat even as she clicks and squeaks in surprise and concern.
    "Shhh, it's ok, kid." Arthur says quietly, then without looking at her he tells Barbara. "You realize that even without the munchkin here, I probably couldn't fit in that seat." Because it looks like it was perhaps... made for a person smaller than him.
    Though once the dolphin is settled... he'll get into place where Batwoman needs him.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
A grim expression shows on the visible elements of Babs' face at the implied fate of the creature's mother. "There is not enough good in the world, sto stop all the levels of bad..." She mutters as he gets the creature nestled in to her car's rear seat.

"Right..." She breathes out then once he steps back. She's up and in to the seat with a whoosh of her cape behind her, then she looks up and out of the driver's seat at him. "We're good?" She asks, seeing his confirmation she reaches a hand over, and the canopy of the vehicle slides shut with a hiss of sealing air suggesting its got its own oxygen system inside.

Once Arthur is on the top of it, the engien is fired up again, the vehicle rumbles to life!

They're off moments later, with a report being sent to the GCPD from Batgirl's AI 'Oracle' system, to tell them all the little details they can expect to find on this scene as the Batmobile speeds around a corner toward the docks to the west.

As she drives, Babs' green eyes look up and over to a small display showing the back seat behind her.

The dolphin's eyes look back.

"What a night..." Batgirl says as the ultra-fast car roars across the streets of Gotham, sending waves of dark water splashing out from behind it in its wake!

The docks are just up ahead, and they arrive within a short order of time...

Arthur Curry has posed:
    While the car roared through the streets of Gotham, Arthur had tried to focus. Comforting thoughts were given to the bleary dolphin in the dark of that batmobile. She could see so many of the lights and LEDs, could see the streetlamps blurring by, and saw the face of that curious figure who glanced back at her. All things she could perceive but not understand.
    And while the car sliced through the night, she would share the Atlantean's thoughts. Would see the water and the ocean in his mind's eye, would taste the salt air that one could smell as they rolled closer to the docks.
    Yet as he rode on the back of that batmobile, one hand curled around the emergency handle grip, his boots tucked into a portion of the armored wheel cover, Arthur couldn't help it. It was thrilling to see the city rush by, to be holding on while someone else had control of the world for the moment, while he was just a passenger and for once something he did... this small trip to Gotham, seemed to matter.
    It wasn't long, however, for them to reach the docks and the water. And once they arrived he leapt off of the back of the vehicle, and awaited for Batwoman to open the canopy.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
As 'luck' would have it, the stop lights of the city all turned green when the Batmobile reached them, giving them a near straight shot to the harbor. Though Batgirl did have to stop as a blind man and his dog walked across the street.

"Of course." Barbara said. "I mean, naturally..." She mumbled inside the sealed cockpit of her vehicle.

Once they arrived at the docks, however, the armored car came to a silent stop, and the canopy pulled back. Barbara looked over and up at Arthur before she glances back behind her shoulder.

"She's such a back seat driver." She dryly quips as she stands up then, her crash webbing releasing from around her shoulders.

She stands there now, with one leg up on the edge of the cockpit, and her eyes watching as Arthur will go to retrieve the animal.

"What happens if those pods you spoke of, don't accept her in to their ... family?" She asks then, from her position atop her own car now.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "I'll try to convince 'em." Arthur says as he reaches into that back seat area and gently... gingerly lifts the small porpoise out of the car and into his arms. His breath steams in the chill of the air even as holds the small sea mammal, then he turns and looks sidelong at the masked vigilante. "Depends on a lot of things."
    Though he doesn't go into them at first as he's moving across the driveway and up onto the docks, boots thumping and scraping upon the wooden slats and kicking up some of the fallen sludge and snow. He holds the small package close to his chest as he moves, eyes focusing on the bay proper and his gaze turning toward a golden glow. With his brow furrowed he seems to be concentration and while he does so he murmurs to her.
    "How much food they have available. How many mouths they have to feed. How stable the lead male and female feel in their position. A lot of things can figure into it." But then his brow furrows as he looks sidelong at her, stern eyes narrowing for some reason as if about to say something. But then he's looking back to the ocean. Whatever it was is lost for the moment, or in that instant of time.
    Then several fins and silhouettes break the surface of the water, the sound of breath exhaling and faint clicks can be heard as that pod comes into view, some fifty yards away into the bay.
    "Luckily, my word carries some weight with them." He finally utters.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Batgirl drops down from the edge of her vehicle on to the docks surface. She watches him as he carries the creature along, moving along side him with her cape flowing in the wind coming off the waters. "I see..." She says softly at his response. Her eyes going out to the waters she sees the surface breaking gently and hears the noises. Her eyes are covered over by lenses then, as she uses low-light vision to spot the other arriving mammals.

"Boy. You must loathe the people at Seaworld. Let alone Long John Silvers..." She once more dryly quips at the large man beside her.

She pauses at the edge of the dock, then turns sideways to face him.

"What if they just murder her?" She asks then. "I've read a bit about dolphins, especially when I was little. Aren't they... quite terrible to their own kind? Not all that different from us two-legged assholes."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "They won't do that," Arthur says distantly, his voice sounding distracted as his gaze remains focused forward on the bay, the other dolphins swimming and holding their distance for now. "They know this is important to me. If they choose not to accept her then I'll move on."
    Though there's a brief moment when he squints sidelong at her, perhaps letting that comment about Seaworld and Long John Silver's roiling in his brain, he doesn't answer about it. Not yet at least, instead choosing to just make a face.
    "Are you new to the..." He gestures with a tilt of his chin toward Gotham, the city, all of it. "Whole Bat thing, or just I haven't met all of the people he keeps around him?" Meaning likely the Batman, of course.
    "For a loner that guy seems to have a lot of hangers on." Then a beat and he adds, "No offense."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara looks out at the sea, then back to him, her long red hair flowing over her right shoulder from the back of her cowl. She accepts his answer, as she has no reason not to, and besides... this is out of her jurisdiction.

His question causes her lenses to snap open and she looks at him with her green eyes again. "I was out of action for awhile. Workplace injury. But... I'm back now. Batgirl was the name associated with me. It still holds sentimental value for me, though another is using it now as well." She explains in a quiet tone of her voice.

"There is quite a few of us these days though, as the escalation of madness has only gotten worse over the years... or so it feels sometimes anyway. But, we're managing." She looks once more toward the water, then looks back to him.

"Here." She says, her hand going to her left hip where she produces a small item from her belt. She offers it to him. "If you need any help with this kind of thing in the future. You can reach out to me with that." She indicates. Its a small device, with a thumb activator to speak in to it.

"I don't know how many more captive dolphins are in the Gotham general vicinity... but I might look in to it when I get home now." She says then, finally showing the hints of a smirk.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Batgirl?" Arthur says as that for some reason seems to steal his attention, albeit for only a moment. Then he takes a loooong deep breath, and exhales it sloooowly as he lifts a beringed hand to rub at the back of his neck. She can likely see that tension just drain out of his shoulders as he seems to gain some ease in that moment. The reason for it? He confesses after a second of delay, "Alright, they're going to tend to her at least, and I'll check back in 30 nights."
    She extends that small device and he accepts it, taking it in hand and considering it in the dim light of the nearby dock-lantern curved above. Rolling it over he takes its measure then pockets it as he gives her a nod. Then she makes that comment... tailed with the smirk and his own meets hers albeit briefly, though his is accompanied with a hint of a snort that is simultaneously dismissive... but amused.
    The pod of dolphins are swimming closer now, four of them circling near while two drift past the docks. Arthur moves down to the edge, setting foot in the hull of an old fishing boat that allows him to lean over and into the water. Slooowly he eases the young dolphin in, but at the touch of the water upon her tail she seems to come to life, flapping and moving as if wanting to get back into her element.
    An instant later and she breaks the surface with a hint of a splash before the other two move with her...
    For a small time he holds his breath, as if perhaps not entirely sure that this will turn out as he wants...
    But then the young dolphin and its two escorts break the surface back further out into the bay... and slowly they begin to swim away.
    Which has him smile a little. When he perhaps thinks she's not looking. Just a small smile of satisfaction before he turns and sets his boot upon the pier and pulls himself out of that boat. To once again stand before her.
    "Well," Arthur says, "Batgirl doesn't look like it'd suit you." He looks to the side and off toward the retreating pod of dolphins who break the surface in turns, their breath seen as they exhale and swim through the bay's waters.
    "Batwoman fits better."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Batgirl just stands there with her hands at her sides, her cape and hair fluttering in the cold winds, with snow flurries falling around them both. She watches what he does as he steps in to the boat, she watches as the female dolphin comes back to life, so to speak, then smiles softly at it before its done and over.

When he steps back up, she watches the forms swim off in the water before his comment draws her eyes back to him.

"It's taken also. You'd be surprised how hard it is to come up with a good name for this crap." She says back at him. "I don't really dwell on it though. There's a lot larger issues to deal with, after all."

Now her right hand goes to her right hip, she pulls a item off her belt and holds it before her stomach.

"Speaking of which. I better get back to it." She nods once to him.

"Good luck with this. I hope it works out for her."

She raises her hand up then, and a sudden bursting explosion from the item sends a cable flying up in to the air to snag hold of a dock anchor high in the sky. She stares at him a moment longer before she's hoisted in to the air, her cape spreading out behind her as she ascends in to the night, then detaches her cable and starts to glide back toward the city, passing under the light of the moon and clouds.

The Batmobile she was using, is just entirely gone from where it was parked, without having made a noise.