<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/15/bb/c815bb0aa224cc8fa90c87f752f680f6.jpg)</div><strong><em>Name:</em></strong>Katherine 'Kate' Kane<strong><em>Moniker:</em></strong>Batwoman<br/><strong><em>Affiliation:</em></strong>The<del>New</del>Bat Family;  Department of Extranormal Operations<br/><strong><em> Location:</em></strong>S.T.A.R LAbs; En-route to Archives<br/><strong><em>Time:</em></strong>October 17, 2015; 2025 hours | Saturday<br/><strong><em>Speaking To:</em></strong>Superboy, Oracle, Nightwing, Spoiler<br/><strong><em>Mentioning:</em></strong>Deathstroke<br/><strong><em>Scene Music:</em></strong><br/><hr/><hr/><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong>Batwoman makes contact with Deathstroke!<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>T</strong></span>he process was tedious but necessary.  Take a wide corner, use your peripherals and extend your senses out as meticulous as possible.   Every second was tense to the point it was permeating the corridors and rooms being moved through and passed.  It was easy to grow paranoid and skittish during these situations.  It took one step to transition from being safe and being  in danger.  Preconceived social stigmas had reinforced the cause of goosebumps, like someone or something was watching you.  A melodramatic interpretation of the chain reaction in the brain.  It starts out as a stressful stimuli and ends with the release of chemicals that causes cardiac acceleration, energizing muscles and quicker contraction of the lungs;  it's the survival instinct when facing fear.  Kate wasn't immune to it.  No one was even if they claimed otherwise and those that were truly incapable suffered with chemical imbalances or possessed inhuman physiologies.  Batwoman was only human.<br/><br/><em>"Copy.  I'm enroute to the Archives coming from the foyer entrance.  If anyone establishes contact, notify us,"</em>Katherine whispered over the intercommunications device wired into the cowl.<br/><br/>Some could argue it is insanity to willingly move forward into a situation like this alone.  Some could argue it was selfless bravery.  Kate would agree it was a mixture of both.  It was reckless stupidity.  Every prerequisite incorporated into the generalized assumption of bad news was present.  Ignoring the obvious signs of moving through a facility more or less blind and having no advantageous intelligence, one faced emptied silence and the lifeless vacancy.  That was just the beginning.  What manner of culprit was right around the next corner?  Was it more than one?  Was it a metahuman who could snuff the life out of Kate with just a flick of the wrist?  All viable questions yet no determinable answer.  Not until the answer was literally in immediate vicinity and by then it could be too late.  Despite all of Kate's training under special forces and the best instructors imaginable around the world, she was not eager to proceed like this.  It was necessary, though.  Better to be recklessly stupid and<em>try</em>to prevent something or have that something endanger the entire world when it fell into the wrong hands.  Every precaution at her disposal that was necessary and efficient was in use.  All she had to play was the waiting game.  A game that came to an end after what seemed an eternity.<br/><br/>Every door she passed was closed or opened.  The ones opened led directly towards the Archives.  Yet as she approached the final turn hugging the far corner, Kate saw the Archives and she caught notice of a door slightly ajar at the far end of the corridor.  Every trigger an individual can have to drive on edge hit simultaneously.  It could be anything or nothing at the same time.  The concealed barrel a sidearm; the watchful gaze of opaque, non-reflect lenses or even a means of surveillance to notify whoever - or whatever - was beyond the Archive door.  If Kate could get paler, she would have and within the instant, light flashed before her eyes.  No, not the type suggested by Hollywood depictions moments before death but a literal light that introduced an irritating side-effect.  Military-grade paraphernalia had been deployed, albeit enhanced for greater effect.  Kate was blinded and disoriented but not to the point of insubstantial reaction.  Within Batwoman's cowl rest both aural dampening technology that triggers only to noises above a certain decibel but optics lined with lens-flare compensation.  They didn't make her immune but they successfully circumvent the full brunt of effect.<br/><br/><em>"Contact!"</em>Kate yelled into the team's shared frequency, alerting them to dangerous circumstances.<br/><br/>An immediate use of memory and tactical training activated, forcing Batwoman to turn and strafe around the corner into the corridor she came from prior.  It was the only effective means to mitigate the probability of following gunfire or assault.  Granted, her vision was blurred but not removed.  Under normal circumstances, the following rush of footsteps in order to carry one at speeds up to twenty two feet a second post-acceleration would be blatantly heard but Deathstroke had the benefit of the subsequent ringing in Kate's ears.  After the cover was gained, her hand fell to the crimson utility belt and insert two fingers into a pouch.  Just as her vision was restored, an image of a masculine figure leaped towards the wall at the end of the corridor she was blinded from and kicked towards her.  The only reaction she had time for was the brace for impact.  She felt the culprit's heavy boot make contact to her shoulder and push, springing off of her body and shoving her forward.  Instead of resisting the force, she allowed momentum to carry her into a practiced roll that ended with her being sprung around facing him.<br/><br/>Quickly, she pushed off of her leading foot and rushed forward in pursuit.  She had already extracted three of her throwing blades from the pouch during her roll, palming them to store for later use.  For now, her focus was to maintain sight of him for as long as possible.  Deathstroke was undoubtedly quick on his feet but Batwoman was no slouch.  Pursuit on foot was not a foreign concept and years of cardio conditioning and sprinting experience amounted to something.<br/><br/><em>"I have visual on the suspect.  Male, unidentified; Over six feet in height, armored and in possession of weaponry.  He's quick and I can't keep up but we're heading for the foyer.  Cut him off and prevent escape by any means necessary!"</em>