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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:52:18 GMT -5
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:52:53 GMT -5
The Dawn & The Dead
Part One: “Blind Date”
Written by: Jayson Morriseau-Lussier and Katie Rhodes
Cover by: Dr. Dread
Edited by: Brian Burchette |
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:54:10 GMT -5
The last touch-ups were being done to her makeup as she lifted the microphone to her mouth and the cameraman signaled her. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We’re live from Gotham tonight as some of the world’s top celebrities are gathering for what’s being called the year’s top fashion show. Top designers worldwide have taken part in preparing for this show and creating items for the lovely models to showcase. From the models we’ve seen arriving; it appears to be an amalgamation of beauty. New models as well as some who’ve been with us for a while will be taking part tonight. Among the most beautiful models we are anticipating seeing tonight will be the exotic African beauty Mari McCabe.” The reporter flashed a winning smile to the cameras just as back in the studio they flashed a picture of Mari for the TV viewers to see.
In the back of the venue, the makeshift dressing rooms for the models were practically buzzing with action. Hairdressers, make up artists, photographers, they all scampered from one room to another helping make sure the ladies were all prepared to show off. The models were preparing themselves or nervously prancing about and chattering with one another. Not Mari though, she preferred a little solitude before going on the stage. Her tall and beautiful body and confidence made modeling a simple thing for her. Her beauty and her dark-skinned exotic charm coupled together made her the envy of many young women and the desire of many men. Her confidence was as unshakable as her “top model” status. Smiling into the dressing table mirror she reached up and lightly ran a finger over the wolf totem charm around her neck. That wolf had become her symbol, a symbol of her pride in her heritage and her love and respect for traditions of her past.
“Mari?” an up and coming young model smiled nervously as she leaned against the table. “You seem a world away from us here. I guess you didn’t realize they’re begging for a glimpse of you before the show. There are even reporters here from New York City and Metropolis begging for exclusives with you.”
Mari laughed, “Well Giselle, they’ll just have to wait and hope.” She teased a bit before reaching to lightly touch the young woman’s arm. “Relax Giselle. Being nervous is going to make you enjoy this so much less.”
Giselle blanched a bit and shook her head. “I don’t know how not to be nervous. This is the first show I’ve ever done and there are so many people out there.” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and frowned a bit.
Mari pulled out a stool and Giselle sat. “You are a beautiful girl and I promise if you relax you’re going to do wonderfully.” Mari was a very well spoken woman and very friendly. Smiling she touched the other girls lips. “Don’t chew and don’t frown. Stress will show from that.” Mari touched up Giselle’s make up and then turned so they were both looking in the mirror. “Now just try to think of it as just another photo shoot with the photographer you are most comfortable with. When the show starts you’ll see how easy it really is and how fast it goes.” She hugged the younger girl and Giselle smiled her thanks before stepping away to get ready to go on.
Mari smiled and turned back to touch up her own makeup. That young girl would be a top model one day as long as she got past her perpetual nervousness. As she looked at herself in the mirror she found herself remembering her past when she was a child in Africa and the look on her face became a little wistful.
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:54:50 GMT -5
Her
Past[/i]
Mari McCabe was born Mari Jiwe in a small village in Africa. As a child she listened to the legend of the Tantu Totem that had been handed down from Anansi the spider. She loved hearing that story and about how Tantu had become such a wonderful, legendary hero. When she was only a child her mother had been killed by poachers and she had begun wishing and hoping for a truth in that legend. Her father, Richard Jiwe, was the village priest and he raised his daughter to believe in what’s right and have faith. He was killed by his brother General Makasi for the totem he possessed. Escaping with her life, the newly orphaned Mari fled to America and made a new life for herself as Mari McCabe, world famous New York City fashion model.
Eventually, she had built up the courage to travel to Africa and face down the beast General Makasi had become. She couldn’t forget the frightening way he looked or the monster he had become. Mari was an honest woman with a pure heart but still she knew the strong pull of the animals whose abilities she tapped into with the totem. She didn’t have the greatest control of it and sometimes she feared that “Vixen” might lose control.
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:55:27 GMT -5
Her
Present
The music began to play drawing her out of her thoughts of the past. As the announcers began welcoming the crowd and introducing the designers, the crew backstage was taking clothes to the models and bustling about to make sure was in order for the show. As one of the most prominent models in attendance, Mari took her time getting into the sexy gown and heels because she knew she would be going on last. She checked the outfits in her dressing area making sure they had all the outfits correct that she would be wearing tonight.
She tried to be a comfort to the younger girls and newer models. Standing just backstage, she would give them comforting words if they needed it. One after another, beautiful, leggy women wowed the crowed as they modeled the latest designs and the height of fashion. Finally it was her turn and Mari stepped out onto the catwalk. The orange gown sparkled and fluttered around her long, elegant legs as she began her walk to the cheering crowds. She flashed an alluring smile over her shoulder as she posed and flaunted her flawless body in a gown that seemed made just for her. She modeled outfits from gowns and skirts to bathing suits and lingerie.
Her eyes explored the crowds throughout the night. She spotted one celebrity after another and members of the rich and famous glitterati. Cameras snapped and flashed. Mari felt totally in her element here, this was perfection and beauty at its best. She was the desire of many men and the envy of many women. As she posed in the last outfit of the night, sexy lingerie edged around her abdomen and the straps of the top with real diamonds, she felt all eyes on her. She took a place at the end of the catwalk posing elegantly as the other models joined her lining the catwalk. The crowd erupted in a standing ovation for the beauty of the night. For a moment she thought she had noticed Bruce Wayne among the crowd and even Wes Langley.
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:56:07 GMT -5
Him
The Past
The night air brought back the memories of when his father used to take him to the movies with popcorn and candy, before the bad times. The movies were always about some hero that had been able to overcome some great evil. It’s the way he felt about life now, but it was he was the hero trying to overcome evil. Wes Langley was a man that few understood and even more that despised his good fortune. Wes didn’t have millions that he had inherited from his family but instead he had persevered and built his financial wealth by selling computers.
Wes Langley grew up in hard times as his parents would continually talk about divorce when they finally came to blows when he was just seven years old. He saw his father murder his mother in cold blood in a drunken rage. Young Wes promised himself that day that he would avenge people against crime. His father had been arrested after Wes had called 911 and he was taken into foster care.
Langley developed a keen interest in computers as well as building his body up from the scrawny kid that he had been into an Olympic Level athlete. He partnered with a college friend of his to offer companies a true Artificial Intelligence program that could take commands by just the human voice and it sounded like a human in response. Langley was able to get full control of the venture when he paid his partner 40 million dollars to gain control of the patent completely.
When he graduated from Harvard at the age of 21, Langley had decided he was going to pursue his education in the World by traveling in several cities and countries. He wanted to get an idea about the daily lives of people from different walks of life. He had taken the opportunity to train himself in several martial techniques with a master in Nepal.
By the age of 27, Langley came to Gotham City to stake his claim in the world of business and crime fighter. He had never forgotten his vow as a youth to right the wrongs and give back to the people that gave him so much. He went to see his father in prison and told him that he was becoming a better man that he ever would. To this his father screamed bloody murder to his only son... the two men haven't spoken since.
Langley founded Langley Technologies to rival companies like Wayne Enterprises and Kane Industries. He decided that he wanted to build his tower in the sky some day, but he invested money into a dilapidated town home in the old Brickshiar district of Gotham Heights. He restored the building to his prior glory and maintained his offices there until the day he would build his tower in the sky.
Langley created the personae of The Cat to fight crime in Gotham City based upon the inspiration of The Batman from his appearance in Gotham City the prior year. Langley decided that he wanted to try and earn the Dark Knight's respect but his first appearance did not go over that well. Batman had told the youngster to steer clear of his territory, and it just angered Langley enough to bide by the Dark Knight’s request. He moved his base of operations to San Francisco and a whole different whole world…
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:57:50 GMT -5
Together
The Present[/i]
Langley had returned to Gotham City periodically as he had been able to found stores all over the map. Gotham was one of the few strongholds that he was not a major player in at all. He sat down as the cameras were snapping pictures at the supermodels that came down the catwalk in the skimpiest of lingerie. He was a man, though and he did not bother not to appreciate the women that came down the walkway. Langley gave extra attention when Mari McCabe entered the room all the eyes of the room seemed to focus on her. She was the star of the show.
“Who is she?” A young woman leaned over as the camera light up the room.
“Someone new.” He commented as he clapped for Mari as she strutted her thing on the catwalk. She wore the latest fashions of Everett Maroni an up and coming designer who had taken the Gotham City fashion show by storm. Langley had returned to Gotham in an attempt to make some business contacts that would allow him to get into the business of The Dark City.
There was a sudden scream that caught his attention but very few people overheard the scream. He got up from his chair and went backstage. Security was busy trying to get the crowd under control. He saw the fashion designer sprawled out dead as his throat had been slashed. The scene was gruesome as he turned his head a way for a moment, but he saw something scrawled on the wall in the man’s own blood.
“Beware Thine Time Chills The Air…”
He didn’t recognize the phrase but then it wasn’t really the time to get academic as he turned around and nearly knocked over Mari McCabe. “Oh I am sorry, are you okay?”
Mari looked at him as she tried to make some sense of the noise and scene. “Yeah, just stunned… Who could do such a thing?” Langley had leaned down as he looked at the officer in charge of the investigation. "Looks like you chaps will be working late tonight."
One of the cops glared his way. "Probably so, but if the bat shows up... we'll get off early." He chuckled.
"Not likely since I saw him with the JLA."
"Oh."
He looked over at that supermodel and he decided to use his charm, because she had been seen dating the designer. She might know something.
"Hello, Miss...?"
Mari had been dating Maroni, that was true enough. To be honest though there was nothing between them. Nothing more than elegant dinners and occasionally the warmth of a body to pass the time. Still she played her part well and affected a clear look of shock.
She heard a voice near her and turned to find herself looking into the face of a handsome blonde man. "McCabe." She responded almost as if in a trance. Assuming he was one of the Gotham detectives she turned her back on the crime scene wrapping her slender arms around her middle. "Listen detective I'll answer any questions you may have but I'll do it in my dressing area."
She possessed a regal, almost commanding air along with the long lean lines of her body. Long slender legs and a straight backed posture made her appear even taller than her five feet and eleven inches, without the heels. "I really can't bear to be near this..." she waved her hand a bit toward the murder scene with something akin to sickness washing across her face. "Excuse me." Without another word she headed toward the back of the building and her dressing area.
Langley raised an eyebrow. Apparently she did know something about the murder or she wouldn’t have been so transparent. He decided to follow the supermodel back behind the stage area and he listened to the Gotham cops grill her with inane questions if she had been in a fight the last time they had been together, or if she knew was out to get him.
Langley could see the fear and anger was growing on her face. She was careful to sidestep any real land mines. One thing was abundantly clear; the murder did not surprise her as much as she had let on.
Langley decided to check on this situation in another guise. It was going to take the skills that he had been honing for quite a while to try and get to the bottom of this, and Miss McCabe was going to be the first one he was going to ask...
Wes Langley knew that the Dark Knight would be around and taking note of the people coming in and out of the place, but he decided to be discreet even though it may have aroused suspicion. “I don’t know, but I intend to find out.” He merely said to her.
Mari raised an eyebrow as she looked at him extremely oddly. Langley left the room as he headed out…
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:59:03 GMT -5
Her
Present[/i]
She had no idea who that man was. He was friendly and in such a time like this, things like being strangers really didn’t make any difference really. That whole grand scheme of things and all right… Still she found herself watching him much longer than she should, even as he walked out of her sight. So many things about this stranger intrigued her from that briefest of meetings. He was handsome there was no doubting that. Even to her who never looked twice at anyone with skin lighter than hers. That wasn’t a rule she followed or an intentional choice she made she just had never been attracted to a white man. Until now it seemed. Physical awareness of the strength and masculinity of him tingled through her even as her mind pondered over his behavior.
When her frustration began to show too much on her face she stepped behind her changing screen and changed clothes. The designer jeans, Maroni label of course, and top hid something darker beneath. Something she'd kept hidden since she'd come back from her last trip to Africa.
When at last she stepped from behind the screen her eyes and cheeks were wet with tears that appeared wonderfully sincere. Finally content with the answers she'd given them they excused themselves.
As was expected Mari left in the private car moments later appearing to all the media to be the grieving lover. She had expected this. Maroni was a cruel man, deranged as artists can be but beyond that, far beyond that. He was abusive and psychotic with a penchant for getting to involved with bad people.
The car took her to the hotel and she disappeared into her room to "mourn." When she was sure it was safe she rolled her eyes with a sigh and opened the balcony doors. She didn't turn on the lights, she didn't need to really. Yes she had expected his demise but she was annoyed now. She didn't really know who it was but she did know the cops had a suspicious eye on her.
She was drawn out of her thought by a rough hand gripping above her elbow. “Miss McCabe, are you alright?” The middle aged face of Jim Gordon looked at her with concern as she turned to face him.
“Hmm? Oh yes, yes I’m fine.” She noted the suspicion in his eyes and smoothly formulated an excuse for her spaced out stare. “I guess I’m just a bit shocked. I mean E... err Mr. Maroni was a kind man and definitely my favorite designer.” She felt tears, mostly real though to a point she was manufacturing them, stinging at her eyes.
Gordon’s grip on her arm eased just a little and he smiled with a gentle guidance. “I can imagine what it must be like on you Ma’am but I’m sure you understand we need to question everyone before we let anyone clear out of here. I’m sure you understand and we have your full cooperation.” He gave her a look as he escorted her toward a chair.
“Of course, Mr. ...” She waited on him to give his name as she stopped from allowing him to guide her any farther.
“I’m Commissioner Gordon, Miss McCabe.” He finally broke a small smile as if trying to reassure her.
“Of course, Commissioner. You have my full cooperation, though I don’t know what it is I can do for you. After all I was out on the catwalk when it happened.” She waved a hand a bit before he could say anything to her. “I will stay but if it’s not too much of a bother to you I’m going to change and relax a bit in my dressing area. Hopefully this won’t take to dreadfully much time.” Mari turned and swayed off back toward the dressing areas.
He watched her walk appreciating, as any man would, the sight of her round behind in that skimpy lingerie. “Oh, of course not ma’am,” He said softly to no one in particular turning and getting back to making sure no one left until he or his officers had a chance to speak with them first.
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 19:59:59 GMT -5
Backstage it was unusually quiet. Crew men and women, models, it no longer seemed to matter their differences as everyone sat in shock and silence over the murder that occurred in their midst. They all wondered how they had missed it, what kind of monster could do anything like that? Some waited impatiently complaining, others sobbed and still others kept busy with one thing or another waiting until they could leave.
In her dressing area Mari changed into a comfortable pair of pants and snug fitting top. She knew how to flaunt her features even when she was being relaxed. After she finished changing she heard a soft sobbing coming from one corner of the room. Curious as a cat she stood and looked around a bit. Tapping into her powers was completely unnecessary this time. The figure in the corner was seated on the sofa wrapped in a robe. Flipping on a lamp Mari walked over and sat down next to her. “Giselle? Darling are you alright?” She pulled the young woman into a friendly hug.
“No Mari.” She sobbed into her friends shoulder. “I’m scared. I… I saw it. I don’t know if he saw me… if he did he’ll kill me.”
Mari looked surprised as she held the young woman. “Gi honey… you have to slow down and breathe then tell me what you’re talking about.”
“I saw him.” Her breath came in raspy sobs. “Well I didn’t see him I mean. You know… the guy who killed Everett.” Giselle stayed wrapped in her friend and mentor’s arms as she weakly sobbed out her story trying to catch her breath. “I saw what he did though. I was heading out to join you and… and… I … he.”
Mari rubbed her back. “Stay calm Gi dear. You’re safe now.” Turning she called to her makeup artist standing near by. “Get me Commissioner Gordon please.” As she waited for her request to be honored she got a glass of water for her friend.
Giselle sipped the water slowly. Mari didn’t press her for anymore details choosing to wait instead until Jim Gordon was in the room. He entered the room and sat to hear the tale with a pen and notepad in hand. Mari held her friend and shuddered at the gruesome tale feeling sorry that Giselle had to see their designer and friend get his throat slashed. After they took Giselle to sign a statement Mari looked at Gordon. “How much longer do I need to stay here? Now you know all I know and then some.”
Gordon wanted her to stay but there was really no reason. She didn’t know anything else. “Miss McCabe I hope you understand our caution in this matter. At this time we’re not certain if this was a single incident, a targeted crime or someone targeting people in your industry.”
Mari nodded. “I do understand that Commissioner. However, my hotel isn’t that far from here I’m sure I will be just fine.” She offered him a disarming smile.
“No offense ma’am but I know this city much better than you. If you’ll consent to an escort to your hotel then I’ll consent to letting you leave just now.” He wasn’t going to give an inch. That was the last thing they needed was another nationally known murder victim.
“Very well Commissioner.” She consented with a sigh and turned to get her purse. He got someone to escort her. They headed toward the door but were stopped moments before they got there by the door swinging open to the entrance of the Batman. She faked surprise and fear as she stepped back and gasped loudly. The officer continued to escort her on along to her hotel.
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 20:01:01 GMT -5
After being dropped off at her hotel she made sure she was alone. She flipped on her laptop as she changed into her Vixen costume. She typed in “Beware Thine Time Chills the Air,” just to see what might come up. Finding little she thought useful she sighed and flipped off the lights as if going to bed. Calling on the sight of the cat she looked out and made sure no one was watching her. Satisfied she pulled the window open on and called on the spider climbing up the side of the building to the rooftop.
From the rooftop she leapt with the strength of a kangaroo and landed with the grace of a cat. Roof to roof she maneuvered quickly. Going back to the crime scene would do little good just now with everyone that was there. Instead she thought to make her way to Wayne Manor. She knew by his reputation he was a brilliant man and he was the only one she knew of close to here.
As she leapt from Kane Tower to the next building she felt a grapple line shoot by her. She landed and turned to see who was coming up on the end of that line. She saw the man in the blue suit and ducked back into a shadow calling on the chameleon to help her blend in. She had planned to spring out on him and accost him for nearly spearing her with that damned thing. Plans don’t always hold up though.
As she was about to startle him she noticed him walking calmly toward the center of the roof as if waiting someone. In a crouch she crept ever so slowly in the shadows toward him. Turning her back to a chimney she peered around waiting to see what was going on. Surely he hadn’t sensed her and that’s why he was waiting.
This was his time to show what The Cat could do. He felt the presence of another on the same rooftop. The Cat looked at around his area for vantage points, but clearly he knew that The Bat must have returned from his Justice League duties. That was just as well, because he wanted to show the world and The Dark Knight that he could be counted on when the time was needed.
He came out of the shadows as he wore a red kevlar suit that was laced with interwoven bullet resistant built in vests and padding. It was so state of the art that the military did not have access to the type of material he wore.
He wore no symbol on his chest, because he wanted his work to speak for itself and not some symbol...
A stark difference between he and The Bat. He looked up and saw her... His eyes narrowed as he made direct eye contact with her.
"Funny, I didn't know they let murderers go climbing rooftops." He spoke in a lower tone then he had as Langley.
She sucked in a momentary gasp of air and ducked behind a chimney again. She had thought he was waiting on someone else. She hadn't expected him to be speaking to her.
Who was this man? How did he know her and what was he talking about murderer? Instinctively she bared her knife-like claws in case he were wanting to attack her. "Murderer? What are you talking about?" Her voice purred with a lusty, animalistic quality.
"What are you lurking about on rooftops for? Shouldn't you be playing with Bats or something?" She just assumed he was one of those "pets" Batman took on now and again.
In a low crouch her sharp eyes watched him with acute accuracy noting how every muscle moved how every bit of him twitched with tension.
The Cat wielded his bola and it snapped into a full staff as he looked at the young woman with a quick assessment of what he was dealing with when he suddenly heard gunshots. "Hold that thought, sweetheart." The Cat ran across the landing as he sent his staff into the dried tar roof of building and he launched himself into the air. The air whipped around him as he hit the bottom of his mask and his nightvision domino mask let up like a cat's eyes in the dark.
The Cat landed down where he though the gunshots had come from. Had he just left the murderer by herself up there? He wondered out loud to himself, clearly this was going to take some time to sort out, but before he could gather his bearings he saw a shadow move behind him. He took a quick step and did a back flip out of the way as another gunshot rang out.
Vixen wasn't anyone’s "sweetheart" nor was she in the habit of following orders when it didn't suit her. Instinct sprang her forward toward the gunshots. As she ran her hand flicked up brushing over the totem around her neck. The spirit of the hawk filled her and she dove recklessly toward the ground flipping at the last minute planting her feet firmly into the back of the gunman.
Again she touched the totem resting at the pulse in the front of her throat and suddenly her weight multiplied tenfold as the elephant spirit filled her. Now the tall, slender supermodel was holding a gunman writhing in pain beneath her.
"What was it you were saying, sweetheart?" She drawled the question with a purposeful spite. She wasn't sure what she thought of this guy yet but she could feel his judgments of her already causing an ache in her pure heart.
He took up a jujitsu pose as he had her to his back and he sniffed in the air. "Smells like Wild Jungle Lady.." The Cat jumped up into the air as he landed a full roundhouse kick to the gunman that she had knocked down. Suddenly their area was getting sprayed by gunfire. He pushed her out of the way as he took out a capsules from his belt and he dove behind the dumpster where he had Vixen to. Maybe she wasn't the murderer? But there was sure someone out to get anyone that was interested.
"Wild Jungle Lady? How creative of you." In most cases she wouldn't have let herself be manhandled even the slightest but with the gas all around she let his strength guide her as he led her away from the ambush.
"Sorry, I don't usually dance and dodge on the first date." He winked at her as he threw the capsules into the air and they exploded and let out tear gas. He put a mask over her mouth and they moved out from the alley.
Once away from the gas she tugged the mask off and shoved it back into his hand. A bullet had knicked her thigh and she frowned down at it making sure it was nothing more than a knick. "Who said anything about a date Kitty?"
"Like shooting fish in a barrel, except these fish have some luck." He saw that some of the bullets had pierced the first layer of the kevlar. "Good thing I have a warranty on this." He kidded around as he tried to ease the pressure.
"I am The Cat." He simply said.
She looked back up at him from her position on one knee as her hand was covered in blood. "You can call me Vixen." Finally she let a smile pass her lips and eclipse the fierceness on her features.
The bullet spray had surprised her. Inside she huffed at herself a bit. She should have expected to be surrounded, especially with how easy it had been to take down the original gunman.
She looked back up at him from her position on one knee as her hand was covered in blood. "You can call me Vixen." Finally she let a smile pass her lips and eclipse the fierceness on her features.
"Well obviously someone wants anyone dead that comes near them."" He looked at warehouse that they had dove into. It wouldn't take long for them to gather their senses and come in after them. "Do you trust me?"
She bit back sarcasm at his comment and then smiled in surprise at the next question. "I hardly know you." Came her automatic response. He took out a line from his belt he had a grapple launcher very similar to what The Batman used. He looked at her.
She eyed him a moment before reaching out and taking his hand. He did seem to have everything well within grasp... "Yes." She answered softly and felt herself tugged up close to him.
The grapple crashed through the skylight and he tucked Vixen under his arm as best he could as he hoisted them up as the bay doors to the old warehouse burst open and more gunfire filled the room. They were already on the roof again nearly where they had started, except there were a block over.
The Cat took a quick assessment of their situation. "These goons aren't your run of the mill thugs." He saw a car pull up and out came the short stalky legs of Oswald Cobblepot. He was the local owner of the most influential nightclub in town and generally considered a power broker in items of nefarious nature, or so the street rumors said.
"Bingo." He looked at Vixen.
New to the Gotham nightlife there was a lot she didn't know. However Cobblepot wasn't one of those things. She had heard a lot about him throughout the modeling world. Aside from that though she had met him a time or two with Maroni. Before she could school her features she shuddered in what could only be termed disgust at him.
"Vile." She muttered and sat back a bit. Looking at The Cat she smiled with a charming ease that only came to those free from worry of other's opinions. "I'm woman enough to let a man lead now and again. You're more familiar with this territory than I am... so lead prince charming." She teased a bit following his lead in that as well.
Cobblepot surveyed the area. "Who was here? Was it The Bat?" He looked at his minion with a slow growl in his voice.
"No, Boss, it was two... Costume Freaks."
"Great. Just what we need is more freaks in the stew." He chewed down on his cigarette holder as he looked up at the biggest one of them. "We need to make sure we cover our tracks. I don't want those murders tracked back to me.
"But you didn't do them."
The Cat looked at Vixen as they overheard the conversation.
"The Cops don't look at it that way." Cobblepot said. "Whatever they prove is what they see."
"Yeah, that's true." Cobblepot's goon nodded.
"Let's go, we need to clean up before we open up tonight." Cobblepot patted his man on the back and they both back into the black stretch limousine.
The Cat looked at Vixen again. "Obviously there's more going on here than meets the eye."
She listened intently the muscles in her jaw twitching a bit as she watched the scene below. "Obviously." She crept back from the skylight with an air of caution.
Turning she leapt back to the roof next door. "More than a few things don't make sense here." She paced a bit and finally looked back at him.
"We need to get in there some how... An ear on the inside you know?" She turned and looked at him then as he had followed her to the roof. "They've obviously a reason to fear that they might be blamed."
He sat back. "Listen we've got off to the wrong foot." He stood up as the goons seemed to have scattered after the big bird had flown the coop. The Cat had no idea what he was doing, but he took off his domino mask as he looked at her. There stood Wes Langley the man that had been at her fashion photo shoot just a few minutes prior.
"We should talk somewhere private..." He added quietly.
She gasped as she saw who he was. "I'm sorry for thinking you were simply a detective." She offered a little smile as she turned heading down back across rooftops to the hotel. If he hadn't guessed who she was before now it should be clear now she thought.
Laughing a little she touched the totem at her throat. "Catch me if you can." Channeling the spirit of the spider she scaled down the wall quickly and easily then flipped down onto her balcony and into her hotel room.
In the room she stepped behind the screen to change clothes. Would he follow? Time would tell.
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Post by starlord on Sept 4, 2007 20:01:40 GMT -5
Continued in Part Two!
“Jury of Peers”[/b]
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