<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/4495857-3660430-spoiler_zpszcif2ege.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Brown<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>The Spoiler<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Bat family<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:00<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Patrolling the rooftops - Westside Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batwoman, Superboy, Nightwing and Oracle<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>'Everything has changed now.' </em>Stephanie Brown had found herself atop a 12 floor business center in westside Gotham just before ten o'clock. She didn't even know what day it was. There was a communication device against her jaw and inside of her left ear. She had a utility belt around her waist, she had a grappling hook that she'd learned how to use two weeks ago. The two clubs that she had used before had been replaced by a three-section-staff, attached to her belt horizontally along the small of her back. She had a considerably heavy cape on that was damn near as thick as plywood. there was Kevlar and light metal plates stitched into the fabrics of her clothing. She had a computer attached to her...<em>'somewhere?'</em>There was a black motorcycle with special tires and a significantly powerful motor hidden four blocks east of her location. She had two flashbang grenades on her right hip. A camera the size of a battery was cleverly placed on the buckle in the center of her belt, she could take a picture by squeezing her hand. Stephanie had been given two batarangs in an exorcise of self control. Katherine had forced her to carry them around, but she wasn't allowed to use them yet.<br/><br/>She was still the same Spoiler, now, she just had a little bit of funding. And for the first time in her life, she had some one that she trusted. Hell, she had a whole family.<br/><br/>Stephanie Brown was invisible, walking along the edge of the roof looking down. She had never had a problem with heights. There was a feeling that came with invisibility. An ghostly wash of non-existance. In the fog, or smoke, or the mist, or the steam of the air the bathe, when it was that perfect thick din, Stephanie couldn't see her self, or any of her tools. But she could see rocks crumble under the grip of her grappling hook, and the dust crunch under the grip of her, invisible, gloved hands.<br/><br/>She was restless. She had been this way all week. Training was starting to inspire more and more confidence in her and she no way of knowing if it was false bravado or real strength.<br/><br/>Grayson had told her to stay inside tonight.<em>'He must have felt something brewing,'</em>she thought,<em>'he's always trying to keep me out of trouble, or whatever. There's nothing going on tonight...'</em>How wrong she was.<br/><br/>The small poor district under Stephie's feet was quiet this time of night. She didn't know it quite yet, but she was about two and half miles away from anything important. She was thinking about her motorcycle. If Dick had felt something tonight, she could feel it too, if there was something to feel besides her own anxiety, her lack of patience, and discipline, and her own aggressive nature to get out and clean the street. That feeling had been there for days with Steph. She was allowed to go out most nights, but nothing was going on. She couldn't find anything to test herself against, not even a drunk, drug dealer or petty thief to scare, and slap, and send to the tank or county. Stephie had spent a few years in an apartment in this neighborhood. She had been little, eleven or twelve, but since she had started to scale and fly through the city at night, she had grown accustomed to these rooftops. There was a good path down to the street level, and that path from rooftop to rooftop, led her directly to her bike. Stephanie appeared out of a blink in the night and repelled downward off of the north edge of the building.<br/><br/>She knew that it was safe. Stephanie was agile and slick on her landing to the next building almost 20 feet bellow. She rolled once and leaped back into a run, only four steps away from the next jump. She had covered twelve and a half verticle feet on her first jump. But the next one didn't have a flash of the street bellow. This building had multiple levels. She was in a full sprint after the second roll, with wide stride and no respect for anyone that might have been inside the structure under her feet. Stephanie could cover two city blocks and lose two more stories in the next 160 yards. So she did. The Spoiler leaped over a four lane street, there was a large billboard atop a seven story building to the east. Her grappling hook loosed. She had aimed it lazily, the billboard was a large target. It never occurred to her that if she missed the billboard, she would have died. Instead she landed just as her downward arch had forced her into horizontal motion. Like jumping off of a swing set as a kid. Her dark form fumbled for two or three long strides as she fumbled with the grappling hook, to return the cord and store the hook. Spoiler used her hip to slide off a slanted roof with no lip or castle post to stop her. She was only six stories up, and a few more roofs to go.<br/><br/>Suddenly she heard the call in her left ear.<br/><br/>Stephanie stopped running from rooftop to rooftop and took a look around. She only knew that there was something important happening. That usually meant that something dangerous was happening. She didn't know what was happening at Kate's headquarters. Nor did she know that something was going on at STAR labs, but she could never be too safe. Always checking her surroundings. As she glanced in all directions, including up, her thumb pressed against a pressure switch on her wrist and<em>'zip'</em>. Her invisibility belt went into action again and she came to a full stop. She looked North to a clock that was on the south face of an eight story tower. Ten Bells started to ring through the air in West Gotham. Steph reached to her belt for the controls to her earpiece to answer the call, but the clocktower was especially loud, she was standing less than 50 feet away, and each the clock-tower and the Spoiler were 65 feet in the air. She couldn't speak yet, but she opened up the channel to hear anything that was coming in on the other end. Steph shielded her ear from the clamoring bells to the north, but it didn't matter much.<br/><br/>There was no one calling her. "--Suppose that's fair." Stephanie said, thinking out loud. The bells stopped, and Spoiler reached down to open the comm."Kane, central."  She spoke to her comm and issued a command.<br/><br/>There was an emergency exit ladder, that led to some stairs. Stephanie started climbing down with limited haste. She didn't want to jostle the microphone as she spoke. She was using an old model. She could hear the faint sound of her communicator connecting to Katherine's HQ. Then there was a soft click.<strong>"Copy, Spoiler. I got a distress call, I'm in West Gotham."</strong>There was a pause as if she was looking around.<strong>"...by the docks. Everything OK over there?" </strong>Softly, Stephanie's feet landed on the dirt in the alley. She looked up to the sky, and then down the alley in both directions. She was alone, and she was still invisible. She awaited a response, standing beside three heavy tarps beside a pile of wood.<br/><br/>Steph had, once or twice, been in Katherine's HQ when another hero called in on the comm. This was Steph's first chance to call in from the outside. She smiled at the opportunity, she knew that her voice was on a speaker in a room that was used as a real-life super-hero headquarters. It was quite the moment for her.<strong>"Hrr"</strong>She squeaked a bit as she tried to breathe. Of course, she had no way of knowing that Dick Grayson would be one of the people hearing her voice over that speaker on the other end.<br/>