<strong>Location: Lower East End, Gotham, USA<br/>Hero: Huntress<br/>TAG: Raven</strong><br/>(http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad163/Caliesil/Huntress_zps7da5b71d.jpg)<br/><br/>Helena started out at Gotham, her ears tuned into the police band radio from a rather fancy device she had stolen from a grow-op in LA.  Wasn't as fancy as Batman's she was sure, but it got the job done.  She'd heard about the full out gang war taking place over the radio and had clearly heard the shooting; but she'd stayed out of it.  In a situation like that cops were just as dangerous as the people you were trying to take out.  They were normally panicked and scared, or just as corrupt as the people you were trying to stop.  Which meant they'd put a bullet into anything.  So ya, Huntress wanted situation like that.  Being a labelled a cop killer was not something she was interested in.<br/><br/>Letting out a frustrated sigh she got ready to shoot out her grappling hook and take a small swing around the city.  Black Canary and Batgirl seemed to not be coming, and time standing around was time wasted.  She still needed to get more familiar with this city, and  there was always someone to beat up in Crime Ally.  Wasn't the most glamorous kind of work, but it was at least something.<br/><br/>It was then a form started to appear in front of her, and as Helena moved to draw her weapon, she was rather quick too, it became a solid form.  "Jesus fuck!"  The 'hero' said with the weapon fully pointed at into the center of Raven's chest.  She held on firing being that the person didn't seem all too intended on attack, at least based on her body language, and then earnest sorry which followed afterward.  Grunting with a great sigh, Helena lowered her weapon and looked the girl she guessed to be about her age over, "So what the hell was that?!"  She said holding her arms out, waving the crossbow around rather nonchalantly and then putting a hand on her hip.    Still shaking she looked Raven over again and noticed that their colour's weren't that different.  Granted, this gal seemed to have 'a little' extra in her when it came to tricks.<br/><br/>"I'm Huntress by the way."  She put her weapon in its holster and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for a reply the person she just nearly shot.<br/><br/><strong>Location: Crime Alley, Gotham, USA<br/>Villain: Catwoman<br/>TAG: Robin</strong><br/>(http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad163/Caliesil/DawnOlivieri_zps526a461b.jpg)<br/><br/>"Hmm...I'd feel better if<em>someone</em>started leaving me breakfast in the morning."  She was smiling as she looked over her shoulder at him, hair tussled and unkempt, sleep still still lingering in her eyes as she wiped them against the bed and smiled again.  "Nothing fancy, just a sausage and egg mcmuffin.  Oh!  And hash browns! Like five hash browns..."  She said lazily, stretching out on the bed like some house cat, she even making a strange sound much akin to a cat just waking up.<br/><br/>"Mmmm...So many scars Jason..."  She said running a delicate foot along his back, tracing the intersecting lines of wounds.  Knife, dull knife, lead pipe, bullets!  She knew the make and model of each one.  She turned it off though, she didn't want to know.  She didn't to ruin what was actually the most stable relationship she's had in...Ever.  God she was nuts.<br/><br/>Springing up with simple ease she wrapped her arms around him and bit his ear.  "I dig them."  She said kissing down his neck, her naked body pressed against his unclothed back as she tried to push the probing thoughts in her mind from coming forward.  She after all knew another man with near the exact same sort of scars.  No!  Stop thinking about that, stop making connections!  She flipped around his front, her slight form fitting easily into his lap.  She kissed him fully, her intention quiet clear as rolled her hips against him.  It was at that exact moment that the theme from the 1966 Flipper played on her phone, Selina's head turned so quickly to the phone she very well could have head butted Jason.  Her eyes were wide and it was clear a millions thoughts were going through her mind as she stared at the phone.<br/><br/>A small moment went on as the painfully pleasant song went through the room, Selina not looking away from the phone as it went on and on.  In a series of quick motions she kissed Jason lightly then sprang over and grabbed the phone.  "Hello?"  The person on the line spoke and her face remained completely neutral, apparently in that time of staring she had composed herself enough to bring on a near perfect poker face. As she listened she nodded once then looked at the clock, never at Jason.<br/><br/>"No.  Later.  I said later."  There was a pause and then Selina nodded.  "Yes, bye."  She clicked the phone off and then bit lightly on her hand and finally looked to Jason.  "Sorry handsome, a thing came up."  She stood straight and began walking around the room collecting her clothes, he movements very controlled, each one full of pure purpose.  "I'll take a rain check on the breakfast and the in the lap sex."  He pants were on and her shirt flung over her head.  Straightening the fabric she looked as him sympathetically and then said, "I'll text you, alright?"