DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 07:06:12</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://cdn.evbuc.com/eventlogos/122086/phillysaintandsinners.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Madam Silk's club| Friday September 4th, 2015</em></strong></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158823/4145675-marvel-wants-joseph-gordon-levitt-for-doctor-strange.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><em>'I’m gonna nail this bastard. Finally.'</em> Dick Grayson thought to himself as he tailed his suspect through Gotham’s winding and intersecting streets. Johnny ‘Gino’ Ginovoki had been a mob hitman for years, a professional with enough skill to avoid the wrath of the bat-family for that long, but he’d finally made a big enough slip up to let Dick get a lead on him. And now that Dick had the lanky sniper in his sights, he wasn’t going to let up until ‘Gino’ was behind bars.<br><br>Dick had been trailing the assassin for three day now, always sure to hide the fact that he was trailing the other man at all and wear a different disguise every day. That day, Dick had put on a shaggy red haired wig and put some sculpting clay on his chin and nose to change the frame of his face just enough. A pair of brown contacts and suddenly dick looked like an entirely different person. He looked like just enough of&nbsp; a low life that people wouldn’t be too concerned if they saw him near Johnny.<br><br>Dick had been prepared for just about anything. He’d been expecting ‘Gino’ to meet some drug dealers, maybe visit a hooker or a strip club, hell, he would have expected the library more than where the hitman actually walked in. Madam Silk, which touted itself as a gentleman’s club but was more accurately a bdsm club. A bdsm club where wealthy and influential members of society went to get dominated by attractive women. <br><br>There a split second of indecision, where Dick debated whether or not he was going to Follow ‘Gino’ in, before he let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been keeping in and walked through the non-descript front door.<br><br>It really was a gentleman’s club, everything exuding a certain amount of class and style. There was still a sleeze to it that lingered over the entire club, but it could be any high end bar by just taking out the stripper pole and a few of the beds. <br><br>But, regardless of how it looked, it was still a sex club, and Gino seemed to be a regular there. He walked up to the madam of the club, or at least the person in charge of the doors that presumably led to the more private rooms, handed 5 crisp bills, gave her a little joke which she politely laughed at, then he was handed a room key. <br><br>Once Gino had walked back to the private rooms, Dick sauntered up to the woman, an older woman with dark red hair and a not-insignificant bust that she was doing her best to emphasize more. She was easily in her 40’s, though doing her best to age age gracefully; to anyone who hadn’t been trained by one fo the world’s best detectives, she would look to be in her mid 30’s at the oldest, maybe even in her 20’s if the observer had a drink or two.<br><br>“Hi there, I was wondering if you could help me out with something?” Dick asked the madam in a voice he hoped sounded like an approachable amount of cockiness and intimidated.<br><br>“Oh you’re an absolute doll, and I’d love to, but I’m on duty right now. Maybe you could come back after my shifts over?” She told Dick with a wide smile after giving him a few longing glances. <br><br>“Well, aren’t you forward. I might just take you up on that some other day.” Of course Dick wasn’t going to, he wasn’t in the habit of sleeping with random people who propositioned him in bdsm clubs especially when they were old enough to be his mother. But he knew a little comment and a smile at the right time would make her feel better about her day, and make his actual request go down a little easier. And besides, if he ever had to come back, then she wouldn’t be a stranger and he could bend his rules a little. Age aside, she was still rather attractive. <br><br>“But no, I was actually asking about something else. You see, that guy, Johnny you might know him as, who just went through is a friend of mine. I was kinda hoping you could give me the room closest to his, so that I could play a prank on him once he’s finished.” <br><br>As he spoke, Dick leaned in a little closer and placed the required $500 dollars on the counter in front of her, before taking a sixth bill and folding it in between her cleavage. He hated himself for it as he was doing it; it was like some bad cliche from a movie that he’d never admit to watching, but it seemed to work on her. Her eyes widened in surprise and excitement just the tiniest bit, and her pulse picked up for a beat. <br><br>She looked at Dick for a few moments, eyeing him suspiciously, before eventually relenting and handing him a key.<br>“Ordinarily that’s against the rules. You’d get assigned whatever room we have open. But I think we can make an exception this once. You’ve got room 13. Just head through the doors.”<br><br>As Dick made his way through the doors, he could still hear her voice carry though as she picked up the phone to tell the domme that she’d have a new client. <br><br>“Rachel Honey, you’ve got a client. And this one is a handsome” was all he heard before the door’s firmly shut behind him and he started to walk towards room 13. Dick put a small listening device on the top of the door to room 14, hiding in the decorative metal numbering of the door, before going to his own assigned room. He put the key into the lock and gave it a knock before pushing open the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 15:49:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://spaceofentropy.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/ksenia-solo-lost-girl-33274964-1280-998.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>In any other place, the scene in the resting room would have warranted a call to the police.<br><br>Rachel Roth sat straddling the lap of another woman. Her long, black hair was left to drape around her shoulders, down to her biceps, tense as they were with controlled strength as she twisted and tightened the scarf she had looped around the blonde's neck. The blonde's eyes were wide, her hands clinging to Rachel's wrists, her feet kicking helplessly against the carpet. The forced wheeze from passing her lips was the only sound she made as the last of her air was cut off, her lungs straining in her chest. Her dress was all messed up, half fallen down one arm, nearly exposing the delicate flesh of a breast, her hair in disarray from their struggle...Though, unexpectedly, the dark-haired woman's face was entirely impassive, looking down at the blonde she was strangling with the same amount of care as she would if she were doing her nails. <br><br>Just a little tighter...She could feel the blonde's mind starting to enter a hyperactive, panicked mode, as adrenaline and endorphins flooded her body. A shiver ran down her spine, as she felt that through the blonde, second-hand, the faintest of gasps passing her lips...<br><br><em>"Rachel, honey, you have a client! And this one is handsome!"</em> came the madam's voice on the room's intercom, snapping her from her reverie. The dark-haired beauty sighed, opening her eyes in the soft, luxurious room she was resting in. This was turning into one busy night...From the time she had walked she had hardly had time to even breathe, let alone rest, and certainly no time to think. <br><br>"Room Thirteen?" she asked the madam,&nbsp; keeping her eyes locked on those of the blonde, lowered herself closer, her ruby red lips, stark against her pale face, mere fractions of an inch from her victim's.<br><br><em>"Yes. I wish I knew how you did that...Now, go get to work, you girls can have your fun when off the clock,"</em> the madam sighed, and a click was heard as she hung up. Rachel's moment had come anyway, and loosened the scarf, knowing right when the blonde was at her absolute limit. The blonde gasped for air, only to be denied as ruby lips pressed against her own in a hard, forceful kiss, whimpering in pain as teeth closed on her bottom lip and tugged on it as they separated. The blonde was too breathless to speak, laying splayed out on the couch as Raven stood, fixing her own dress and hair, looking down at the blonde.<br><br>"Mmm...We will finish next time, pet," Rachel's cool, nigh emotionless voice sighed out, as if she were bored, "If you behave, anyway...Now get back to work, the councilman won't be able to breathe soon." Again, the blonde only nodded, and slowly picking herself up on wobbling feet, she fixed her dress. Rachel helped her tie her scarf back into her hair, giving it one quick, sharp tug, her long pale fingers around her pet's throat briefly, relishing in the rush of feelings...Before reversing course, and loosening some of her own pent up frustrations, and anger. The blonde would just feel revitalized, and a bit angry, as she swayed out of the room, picking up her whip. No, the councilman would not have it easy at all, for the rest of his stay...<br><br>Rachel elected not to grab any toys as she left the break room. It was a long room, set behind all of the customer rooms, where all of the dommes and other girls could relax and socialize in-between clients. Or, in some cases, help each other with their own unfulfilled needs. Rachel didn't often assert herself over her coworkers. She rarely interacted with them...But Cynthia, the blonde, had been radiating her need so strongly she had to act. If she had ever needed a night to vent, this was it for Rachel, and she was relishing in how busy it was. So stepping into the small connecting hallway, she slipped into Room Thirteen through the hidden wall panel just in time to hear someone knock.<br><br>How cute...<br><br>The door would open, and a piecing, violet-gaze would meet Grayson's eyes. For the briefest of moments she hesitated, something familiar about him giving her pause. She never forgot a face, and his she had never seen before...the eyes however...<br><br>"Well, don't you have manners?" she seemingly purred out, her tone soft as silk, and yet almost sounding disinterest. Her purple eyes glanced over his form, and she gave a sigh as if disappointed, hardly impressed by what she had in front of her, and she opened herself up a bit to let her mind briefly brush along his to get a sense of what he was here for and what he wanted. That was why she was quickly becoming one of the most requested women in the establishment...knowing what her clients wanted, and giving it to them, almost before they knew it themselves. She didn't need to be a psychic, though, to know almost instantly this was not her typical kind of customer. <br><br>"Are you sure you are in the right place, boy?" she said, stepping into the room, allowing him to follow her. Her stride was strong, confident, and seductively slow, with the sway of her hips, as she moved to sit on the large bed covered in dark red silk covers. Her madam's dress was pure black, tight around the waist with a cinched corset. One arm was covered, the other left bare, exposed her incredibly pale flesh. Hardly a very showy dress, and yet, left little to the imagination with how it seemed to cling to her body. A long slit up one leg allowed her to show off her long, just as pale, graceful leg, calf on display with her high heeled shoes. An ankh pendant was around her neck, pure silver, though no rings on her fingers. Nothing in her ears, either, but there was a gem placed in the middle of her forehead, yet seemed to fit in with her beauty as if it was meant to be there. Sitting on the bed, she placed her hand behind herself, leaning back on them a bit as she watched him with a predatory gaze, her exposed leg crossing over her covered one. "Well? Are you going to come in? Or did you lose your spine already?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 02:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158823/4145675-marvel-wants-joseph-gordon-levitt-for-doctor-strange.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>Dick Grayson found a peculiar sensation overcome him when he opened the door and stepped inside. He found himself unable to speak, incapable of saying anything. One look at the girl and he was struck silent, for the first time that he could remember. No witty remarks, no sly comments, no less than subtle flirtations, nothing. <br><br>it wasn’t necessarily that he was in awe of her beauty, though she was ravishing. Long dark hair that curved down the length of her spine and seemed black enough to suck in the light around it. Red lips that actually a deeper red than some of the blood Dick had seen at crime scenes. The girl seemed to be almost carved out of marble for how pale and smooth her skin looked. And that was saying nothing of her eye pleasing curves, her legs that served to remind Dick why some people called themselves ‘leg men’. But none of that was what was throwing Dick. No, what was truly making him speechless was that he knew this girl. And mroe than that, she was one of his first failures as a solo hero.<br><br>Every hero that Dick had ever met, they kept a list of failures in their back pockets. Problems they weren’t able to solve, people they hadn’t been able to save. No hero, not even the Boy Scout, had a perfect track record, and the failures weighed heavily on them all. To some they were a testament to their failures, an inspiration to do better. For others, like Bruce and Dick, the list served a way to keep hope alive. After all, even in death, there were always loose ends. And if they could make sure that someone’s memory was honored, in a small way, then Dick and Bruce could sleep alittle easier at night. Which was why the cold case file section at the bat-cave was one of the most sacred things. Admitting failure and putting a file in there was a devastating feeling that Bruce and Dick despised so much ,they’d often work themselves to near death rather than put a case on the backburner and risk it getting pushed aside. And the raven haired girl that Dick was staring at was one of the first cases that Dick had been forced to put in the cold case records.<br><br>It had been more than 10 years before, when he’d still been Robin, half of the dynamic duo, when he’d met her for the first, and sadly only time. She’d called herself Raven and said that she was the daughter of a huge demonic entity that went by countless names, one of which was Satan. The Justice League, who she’d gone to warn and try to get help from, had turned her down at the advisement of one of their mystically attuned members. Apparently the stench of her father was ‘palpable’. Dick had seen her denied, seen the sense of hopelessness in her eyes, and knew immediately that he wanted to help her. So he convinced the other crew of sidekicks and young heroes to work together and try and fight back the invasion of ‘Trigon’, her father. <br><br>And then, just as soon as she had appeared, Raven had disappeared without a trace. Dick had tried to look for her, talking to every mystical hero he could, but none of them could search through Hell to find her. So he put her on his list, as another person he hadn’t been good enough to help. <br><br>But here she was, looking directly at him and asking if he was sure that he wanted to be dominated.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sorry. I, ug, I guess I’m just not used to this.” he said quietly, shook back into speech by her words, her questioning if he was in the right place.<br>“I’ve never been to one of these places before.” Which was completely true. Dick had gotten around, but he’d never seen much of the bdsm scene outside of the few times that he would bust some criminal who who had gotten ‘bondage gear’ in the supervillain costume lottery. The idea of losing control, or of making someone else lose control, always made him slightly uneasy. He was a superhero, he was supposed to be the one in control. But then, hadn’t he heard that most people who went to place like this were people with high stress jobs, that it was a place where they could unwind and not have&nbsp; to worry about being in control? <br><br><em>‘Remember why you’re actually here Dick’</em> He had to force his train of thought back on track. Maybe Raven had played with Gino before?&nbsp; <br><br>“I was talking to a friend of mine who comes here all the time, Gino, and he said I should give it a shot. So, how exactly does this all work? Did I just buy an hour of your time, or we go until one of us says stop? Or am I dead wrong?” It was infuriating feeling for Grayson, being unable to shake the feeling of inferiority that he felt. Part of him knew that it was all part of the act, that Raven had to be incredibly skilled at putting people at ill-ease to become a domme at a high end place like this. But still, this was him. He was Dick Grayson. He'd starred down Aliens, fought demons, goen up agaisnt imposible challenges without flinching. And yet, here he was, feeling unsure of himself and wanting to just ask this woman what she wanted from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 15:40:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://spaceofentropy.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/ksenia-solo-lost-girl-33274964-1280-998.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>Unlike the man before her, aside from a odd tingling of recollection, Rachel didn't recognize the man at all. And who could blame her? The young teen that had tried to help her almost a decade ago had grown up. And he was out of uniform now. Add in all of the event that had happened to her in the last decade, and the failing of her memory was entirely understandable. <br><br>Would she had held it against him, if she remembered who he was? That would remain to be seen. <br><br>Instead, she sighed, as he spoke quietly and stumbled it. With as hard as his mind had seemed when she touched it briefly, she would have expected a bit...more, from him. But this would hardly be the first time that she had a man in front of her that was powerful on the surface, and a kitten on the inside. And this rather vagabond-seeming man in front of her certainly didn't look to come close to any of those men on her client list. And when he admitted that he had never been to a place like this before, she just smiled at him. Although, it was more of a mocking on.<br><br>"You don't say?" she quipped dryly, nearly monotone. And when he tried to explain himself, she rose from where she was sitting. The movement was graceful, and it was almost as if she was something other than human, the nigh-ethereal way she moved and held herself. As if she wanted it known that she was something more than the lowly human in front of her, and he should be thankful to even be able to breathe the same air as she was. And, technically, that was true. She was the princess of Hell, after all, her father the most vile and condemned of all beings in existence.<br><br>"The one thing you can be guaranteed of is confidentiality," she spoke, her one scolding him, as if knowing his comment about Gino had been a cast to fish for information. She circled him, very much like a lioness circling a mouse, before stopping behind him, hands on his shoulders, "And this ends when I say it ends...And shouldn't you be on your knees, by now?" She could sense his indecisiveness, and was giving him a chance to decide...Was he a willing submissive, or did he need to be broken? And she still wanted to know what he was here for...Because she had a fairly strong suspicion it wasn't for this. She just didn't know if that was because this was so far out of his element or because he had some ulterior motive.<br><br>Her lips moved to his ear, then, a dangerous, seductive whisper playing against his skin.<br><br>"If you want a safe word, boy, now is the time to make one..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 20:39:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158823/4145675-marvel-wants-joseph-gordon-levitt-for-doctor-strange.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>Dick was used to beautiful women, but Raven was something else. He’d have said she seemed ‘otherworldly’, except he knew that was literally true. He wanted to impress her so badly, to show her that he was worthy. It was only his need to complete the mission, to make sure that Gino got what was coming to him, that kept him from throwing off the wig, the contacts, all the little things that were serving to make him look more plain.<br><br>But he knew there was a mission to complete. One that Raven seemed to be steadfast on keeping him from completing, if her comment about ‘confidentiality’ was anything to go on.<br><br>‘Crap, she saw through that pretty easily. There goes that hope of phishing for information’ Dick thought to himself, silently stewing that his plan wasn’t going as he’d hoped. He should have considered the fact that someone who dealt with influential figures of Gotham wouldn’t spill secrets quite so easily. <br><br><em>‘Oh well, atleast I can still hear what’s happening thanks to the little bug on his door.’ </em>Dick mentally patted himself on the back. He might have been in an uncomfortable position, but the plan wasn’t a total failure yet. <br><br>The confidence that had been a part of Richard Grayson since the day he was born came back in swells. He wasn’t scared of Raven, he could take whatever she dished out. <br>And then, just a second later, the confidence was shaken again when she told him that he should be on his knees. He was used to dealing with gorgeous women, but this was different. Suddenly Dick understood what the Justice League meant when they said her heritage was ‘palpable’. Physically she wasn’t exceptionally intimidating. Even when taking into account the powers he knew she had, Dick shouldn’t have been put off guard by her; he’d taken on stronger foes and come out on top. But with Raven, she seemed to exude an almost Royal aura. When he was around Superman, Dick often said that ‘he makes you feel like you should be a better person, like you being a good person makes him happy’. Raven was almost an inversion of that; she made him feel like he could only be worth anything if could please her.<br><br>“On my knees?” He replied, his voice discussing a slight tremble with an overload of false confidence. “Sure, no problem”<br><br>As he descended to kneel in front of her, he couldn't help’ but glance over at the corner of the wall where he’d put his bag. To most it was a plain duffle bag, the kind that anyone would have if they were going to a gym or carrying something from work. To Dick grayson though, it carried a few more things, like some pens, a spare laptop, oh and his nightwing costume. In case anything went down, it was comforting to know that he could quickly slip into it, throw off the awful wig, the face putty, and the fake contacts and become who he really was. Maybe not in front of Raven though; Enough people knew Dick Grayson was nightwing already, he didn’t need yet one more person in on the secret. Atleast not until he’d had a chance to vet her a bit. <br><br>“Safe word huh?” He said, looking up at her from his newly lowered position. “I guess my safe word would be ‘fire’.”<br><br>“Do you need to take any of my clothes off? Is that gonna be part of the show later?” He added with a sly smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 01:39:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://spaceofentropy.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/ksenia-solo-lost-girl-33274964-1280-998.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>"Hmph..." Rachel just hummed when the man tried to make a show of confidence. The tremble in his voice, and the fact he dropped willing, said all that she needed to know about him. He was just to be one of many names added to her list. And just like that she lost all interest in him. It didn't really matter if he seemed familiar for some reason. He was just another client. Another man so bored with a life of excess and power, he had to spend money to give it all away.<br><br>Utterly heedless of how many people would spend their entire lives without seeing a fraction of his wealth and power and control...<br><br>She waited long enough to hear his safe word. Fire? Horribly unimaginative...But so be it. She looked down at him, debating where to start, when he spoke. And not just spoke--he grinned as if he was being clever.<br><br>So the back of a black-gloved hand promptly struck him across the face.<br><br>"You do not have the right to speak to me like that, you insignificant little prick..." she hissed out. Grabbing at a handful of his hair, he would try and jerk his head back, she would glare down at him. "You will not speak unless given permission. You will address me properly, as a proper little, worthless slave that you are...Am I understood?"<br><br>Her cold, emotionless eyes held his briefly, before letting go of his hair. A foot was planted square in his back, resting there for a moment, before kicking out, trying to force him down onto his hands, as well as his knees.<br><br>"Now, slave...What do you say?" she asked, giving him one chance to apologize and show if he would be an obedient, good slave, or one that needed punished. Still, something struck a cord in her. There had been something that flashed in his mind, when he had spoken of that friend of his...Gino. Why did the name sound familiar? And why did she get the sense that a lot more was going on that a friend following on another friend's advice?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 21:21:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158823/4145675-marvel-wants-joseph-gordon-levitt-for-doctor-strange.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>Dick knew what happened with a dominatrix. He was aware of what it entailed. But it still didn’t mean he was expecting the gloved slap across his cheek. But, more than the sudden flash of pain, Dick was surprised by how much he liked it. Surprise lit up his face, shock at just how… exciting it had felt. He wouldn’t say good, but it certainly made the blood rush through his body. And just like that, Dick understood. It was a dance, a give and take. <br><br>All the little micro expression on her face, her body language, they clearly spelled out one thing; it was boring if he didn't put up a fight. And Dick grayson never wanted anyone, especially not an attractive woman, to say that he had been boring. <br><br>Dick’s head jerked back out of instinct when raven grabbed a fist ful of his hair and let out a wince of pain. If it had been his own hair, he might have been less vocal, but it was wig. And the glue that was holding the wig in place really hurt. <br><br><em>‘I’ll have to talk to r&amp;d about this, see if they can make the glue attach to the scalp instead of the hair. Then it might be less of a bitch.’ </em>Dick thought to himself once the pain had passed and he was able to form coherent thoughts again. Despite the fact that he technically owned Wayne Tech, it never felt like it. They looked at his every suggestion and ideas as though he was a complete idiot. Maybe if he could convince R&amp;D to make the product, and he managed to sell to movie studios, then he could get some actual respect. And once he had the respect, then Dick would start making some real changes. He could start giving more to charity, start using the vast fortune of Wayne to actually make some changes. <br><br><br>He was brought out of his thoughts of business by the heeled foto pressing against his back. Raven wanted him to bend over for her. To show that he didn’t have the will to fight her. <br><br>“What do I have to say?” Dick turned back to stare directly into her violet eyes. “Make me.”<br>His colored contacts might have served to make his normally soft blue eyes a dark brown, but they couldn't hide the playful defiance. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 23:34:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://spaceofentropy.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/ksenia-solo-lost-girl-33274964-1280-998.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>Grayson had certainly picked on on something from Raven. Yes, she was going to be relatively bored. His reasoning as to why, however, wasn't as spot on. For her, it didn't matter if they put up a fight or not. Raven was not in this profession seeking pleasure for herself, gained by asserting her power and control over another. If that was something she took pleasure in, she hardly needed to be a dominatrix with the magic that would dance at her finger tip, the armies that would obey her call, if she just gave in to the raging fires locked far away inside her mind. <br><br>This was a release for her to exhaust her emotions. To push them off onto another...A client that wanted to be afraid would feel her fear feed into their own. One that wanted to be angry and fight would feel her own anger. Terror fed terror, sadness fed sadness. Nightwing couldn't please her because she wouldn't allow herself to feel pleasure. So, in that way, she wasn't the typical dominatrix.<br><br>Also, the man on his knees in front of her wasn't her type.<br><br>When he looked back at her, and told her to make him get down, and obey...Well, at the very least, she did take that as a challenge to her profession and authority inside her room. A frown creased her face, and for a moment, something shown in her eyes. Anger? No...Perhaps something closer to annoyance. Certainly contempt. Was this a man that decided to come here, and mock those that needed help in being their true selves? Was he some alpha male, so cocky and confident he thought he could resist her? Pathetic...<br><br>She didn't answer him. Not vocally, anyway. Instead, she shifted her weight onto her foot on his back, angling the heel of her shoe just so that it would press into a nerve cluster located just above his spine. And she pressed hard, digging it into him, to cause enough pain that he would, hopefully, fall to his hands and knees. If he didn't, well, this was going to be a very bad night for him. Regardless of whether he would fall or not, she would let up suddenly, her foot sliding to the ground and she would pivot, her other foot flashing out to kick at the side of his head, the purpose to knock him over and onto his side or back.&nbsp; And if <em>that</em> did as intended, her boot would come down, the curve of the bottom of her foot sliding over his neck, the heel and toe trapping his head, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult.<br><br>"I do not know if you mock me, or think you actually have power here...But you much really wish to hurt tonight, boy...Wonder if you really know what you are in for?" Her tone was definitely displeased, and the scolding was evident. She would press down to try and constrict his breathing further (and no, if he tried looking, there was nothing to see up her dress, the cut falling over her leg just so properly to hide everything), "Apologize, if you wish to breath again...And say it right."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 03:09:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158823/4145675-marvel-wants-joseph-gordon-levitt-for-doctor-strange.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>Suprise counted for alot when it came to superhero. Surprise had been the only thing to keep Dick Grayson alive during many a fight. But, as he was seeing, surprise didn’t always work out in his favour. It hit him when he felt the heel of Raven’s shoe dig deep into a cluster of nerves along his back, one he’d used more than once to take down villains,&nbsp; and he couldn’t help collapse to the floor onto his hands and knees. It hit him when the tip of her shoe hit the side of his head and he rolled over out of instinct, only to have the heel pressing against his neck. But the largest surprise was a simpler one. <br><br><em>‘Fuck, is this getting me hard?’ </em>Dick thought to himself as he felt the familiar swell, the sudden sensation of his pants being too tight by far. It wasn’t just that she was an incredibly attractive woman, there was something else about her. He wanted her, wanted to please her, and yet it was obvious to Dick that she couldn't have cared less. If he’d been thinking straighter, if he wasn’t struggling to get a full breath, he would have realized that’s exactly why he wanted her so much; because it was something he couldn’t have. It was a basic truth among every person, they wanted that which they couldn’t have. And the daughter of Trigon was very clearly something he couldn’t have. Confusion and lust seemed to radiate off of him, a combination he hadn’t felt since he’d still called himself Robin. <br><br>“I’m sorry… Mistress” he finally said, his breath catching before he got the last word out. That was what he was supposed to call her, wasn’t it? He’d never received training in this area, and it wasn’t like there was a pamphlet they’d handed him before he’d walked in. He just wanted to do it right, to see something resembling a smile on her face. Not only because she had her heel on his neck, not only because he instinctively wanted to please beautiful women, but because he still felt guilt for not helping her. For not finding her when she disappeared, not helping to fight off her father, was still one of his heaviest failure.<br><br>“I’ve never… never done this before. Never given up control before” Dick admitted in between slightly laboured breaths. “Can you show me the right way?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>23-11-2015, 14:34:24</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://spaceofentropy.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/ksenia-solo-lost-girl-33274964-1280-998.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br><em>Now</em> the faintest of grins started to cross Rachel's pale, beautiful face when the first cracks started to form in her newest client. She could feel the arousal starting to build in him, the faint sensation of heat stroking light across her mind. This was as close as she ever let herself come to such a feeling. The emotion, the rush, the release was too dangerous for her to feel of her own.<br><br>Was it wrong of her to live through her clients? To use their emotions and pleasures as a way to feel more than the weight of her own burden and way of life? It probably was. She sure as Hell didn't care, though. <br><br>The question was, though...Despite what she could sense he was starting to feel, why was this man not here for the same reason as everyone else?<br><br>"You do not speak unless addressed..." she scolded when he spoke up again, admitting he never did this before, as if she needed to be told. Sighing, the grin that had been forming faded, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes, as she applied just an ounce more weight onto her foot, pressing just slightly more on his neck. Breathing should now just be getting decently difficult. It was enough to start tricking the body into thinking someone was wrong, that it was in danger, releasing adrenaline and endorphins, and certainly wasn't going to help the growing problem in his pants at all. "Foolish child...You think you are a man, but look at you. Begging for direction like a simple, weak boy..."<br><br>After a few more moments, just enough to truly fool his brain, she relented, and stepped back, off of his neck.<br><br>"Strip. Let's see just how worthless you are...Underclothes remain, though." she ordered, as she seemed to glide across the floor, her steps so graceful, to sit down on the edge of the bed again. She would leave it in the air, to see if he knew what to do then. The correct answer would be to come and kneel before her, submit to her. A daring and wanting to please pet that knew his place would even ask to kiss her feet...But, this one wasn't there. Not yet, anyway. And she was yet unsure if he would be a repeat customer to learn such.<br><br>"So...Why are you here?" she questioned, some of the harsh edge fading from her tones, replaces by a more sensuous, disarming purr, that promised a world of delight, if he could just please her, "You're different than the usual clientele...Who is Gino to you, really?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 22:29:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158823/4145675-marvel-wants-joseph-gordon-levitt-for-doctor-strange.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>Dick was still shocked at how much the lightheaded feeling only served to make him want his mistress more, the erection hardening even more before she finally let up and removed her heel from his neck.&nbsp; The more rational side of his mind could accept why the endorphins his body released were making him more aroused, but that side of his brain was having trouble operating thanks to the redistribution of blood flow and the lack of oxygen, so he could only enjoy it for what it was rather than over think and explain why it had happened.<br><br>‘Fuck’ Dick thought to himself when she commanded him to strip. He’d purposefully chosen clothes that were loose fitting, that seemed to suggest Dick carried more weight than he really did, to throw off anyone that tried to identify him. But with his clothes off, or atleast most of them, his athletic body, and the scars that littered it, would be on clear display. Still, he didn’t want to disappoint her, so he just let out a small sigh before undoing the top buttons of his shirt, folding it with his typical meticulous nature before taking off his shoes, his socks, and doing the same with the slacks he was wearing. He set everything into his duffel bag, sure to leave space for him to get into the nightwing costume if the need arose. <br><br>And then he was, a sleeveless white undershirt and a pair of boxers the only things to keep him modest; both fo which were doing a poor job at that. His underwear were clearly straining against the partial erection that he was still surprised he’d gotten, and his undershirt hiding only the muscles and scars that were on his chest. This wasn’t the body that someone ‘normal’ had. <br><br><em>‘Is this was shame feels like?' </em>Dick couldn't help but think to himself as he stood in front of Raven, for the first time in his life, not completely self assured with his naked form in front of an attractive woman. Whether it was was shame or confusion mixing with arousal, Dick still wanted to do his best to please Raven so he knelt down in front of her at the foot of the bed.<br><br>“I’m a private investigator.” Technically true, though a massive understatement. He might as well have said that a battleship was a paddle boat.<br><br>“Gino’s wife wanted to know what he does during the day. I snapped a few photos of him going into the club, and realized I had some free time. A few of the people I tailed have wound up here, so I decided to see what the deal was.” It was a lie of course, but There was no way she could tell that. At Least that’s what Dick had to hope. He’d spent enough time around M’gann and J’onn to know that he should never assume whether or not someone could read his mind, but he hadn't remembered anything like that in the short time he’d known Raven.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 23:31:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://spaceofentropy.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/ksenia-solo-lost-girl-33274964-1280-998.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>Robin's eyes widened, just slightly, in surprise as the clothes started to come off. So, the man was hiding more than just his intentions for being here. This was a body...rather unlike the others that came through her door. Oh, sure, she received the fit gym lovers that had the muscular beach bodies to impress the ladies. But there were small, minute differences in a body built in a gym for pleasure, and one built for much more...<br><br>Well, one built for much more punishing endeavors. The few scars she could see were testament to that alone.<br><br>"Hm...No many men would hide a body like that..." she sighed out, her tone still sensuous, seductive, a brief offer of praise and ego-stroking, to give him something for all his efforts. If she just continued to demean and abuse him, after all, while he tried so hard to please, the fantasy they were weaving here would fade. He would lose his enjoyment, his craving, and this would be nothing to him. And if it was nothing to him, well, she had nothing to feed her emotions into. No emotions to feel through him...Not to mention the fact she wouldn't get paid.<br><br>But she smiled almost approvingly that the man came over and knelt before her. Slipping a single foot out of her heeled shoe, she reached up with her foot, brushing it up his arm, over his shoulder, his neck...Against what one might think, she still smelled of the faint perfume she wore, of lilacs and something...darker, sensual, passionate...<br><br>And then he had to lie to her. Or, more specifically, not tell the full truth...<br><br>"...I don't believe you..." she sighed out heavily, "Do you want to try again, or do I need to punish you?" Not that she was going to give him much choice. Standing, she would step in front of him, grab him by the short collar, and tug--he had one chance to crawl along with her or be dragged. There were chain hanging from the wall she was taking him toward...It wouldn't be hard to figure out what she had in mind.<br><br>"I have dealt with private investigators...They don't have bodies like yours. They also don't have a hope that I believe what they said. So...Who. Is. Gino?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>26-11-2015, 04:27:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158823/4145675-marvel-wants-joseph-gordon-levitt-for-doctor-strange.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>He hadn’t expected the compliment, and he especially hadn't counted on the soft sensual way she seemed to admire his body. <br><br>“Thank you” He responded in what he hoped was his best attempt at humble. Ordinarily he would have been cocky, sure of himself, Dick Grayson in other words. But she was fantastic at disarming him, making him feel as though he was privileged to be in her presence. <br>‘Once this is all over, I’ll have to have her show me some of these tricks’ He mused to himself before she started to run her foot along his body, tracing the lines of his muscles up to his neck. <br><br>Dick wasn’t normally a foot man, but something about her, he would have done anything she asked of him if he could kiss her lovely feet. Was it as simple as being denied anything else making him want whatever he could get even more? He might have even tried that, leaning down to kiss the foot that was still in her gorgeous heels, until she called him out on lying to her. <br><br>Part of him wanted to spill, to tell her everything. To admit that he was Robin and that he’d been unable to help her all those years ago. But then, some part of him was curious what exactly the punishment would entail. <br><br>So instead he accepted the grasp at his shirt’s neck and crawled along towards the wall before he started to tell his ‘mistress’ some things to explain why he was there. <br><br>“I am an investigator, but I wasn’t hired by anyone. This is a personal case for me. He’s a man who's done terrible things. I’ve been trailing him for days now, working to get as much evidence as I can against him."<br><br>He paused for moment before continuing, trying to figure out how exactly to explain what he was doing without explaining that he was a vigilante who patrolled the streets of Gotham in some vain attempt to solve a problem that had been around long since before he’d been born and would continue long after he’d died. <br><br>“I’ve got enough evidence to put him away for a long time now, and I decided to take a moment to enjoy myself, and maybe get even more dirt on him. That’s why I mentioned him when he started; I was hoping you’d treat me different because I knew him, that way I could find a little bit more about him. Maybe recommend you or one of the other girls as a character witness to help put him away for good.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2015, 20:37:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://spaceofentropy.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/ksenia-solo-lost-girl-33274964-1280-998.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>Rachel tilted her head in thought. He wasn't lying this time, but...She still had a feeling he wasn't telling the entire truth. It was close enough, though. By now she was fairly certain he was still only lying about his reasoning to be in here with her. It was good enough for now, however. <br><br>"Hmm..." she hummed out, leaving it ambiguous what she thought of his words, "If you say so...I fear you may have bitten off more than you can choose..."<br><br>She shoved him up against the wall, and ankle manacles were soon locked around his feet. However...<br><br><hr><br>Out in the main resting area of the club, a group of twelve decently dressed men walked in. All wearing nice suits, a little too nice, they looked around. One walked up, exchanging words with the hostess. She offered a smile, but shook her head. The man seemed less than pleased with that answer, and pulled out a pistol, shooting her in the shoulder. The men with him responded in kind, pulling out weapons, quickly killing the off-duty police officers and bodyguards that tried to respond. The dancers screamed, people raised their hands...<br><br>"Where's Gino?" the leader shouted.<br><br><hr><br>The sound of the gunfire gave Rachel pause. Pausing, leaving Grayson half-bound, she spun and looked at the door. Moments later two men in suits burst in, waving pistols around. Seeing the two of them, the raised, starting to pull triggers...But her eyes started to glow. Reacting without thinking she threw her hands out. A black aura surrounded their weapons, and they flew from their hands across the room. The men blinked, looking at their hands, before shouting in challenge and rushing her.<br><br>One was seized by a similar aura and throw up against the ceiling, but the second moved in closer than she could anticipate, punching her in the jaw, making her stumble back before he tackled her, pinning her to the ground.<br><br>"Damn witch!" he cursed, "So tired of your kind in these damned city!" he said, starting to beat the stunned woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>28-11-2015, 06:07:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11115/111158823/4145675-marvel-wants-joseph-gordon-levitt-for-doctor-strange.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>Through years of observation, Dick Grayson had come to see that the life of a hero was very similar to that of a firefighter; hours of passing the time, doing whatever was possible to remain sane, followed by a few terrifying minutes of work, doing whatever was possible to remain alive. One moment he was getting dragged across the floor and shackled to the wall by a woman who’d given him an erection when she stepped on his neck, and the next there was shouting and gunfire and two large men storming into the room. And then, before he could even react, his mistress showed that she really truly was the person he’d suspected when she used her mind and an odd shadowy aura to throw one of the men into the ceiling. He would have waited for her to deal with the situation calmly and then asked her to let him before suiting up, but the other guard managed to get the drop on her and force her onto the ground. <br><br>“Fire!” He yelled out, triggering a smoke bomb in his bag. <br><br><em>‘Oh man, good thing she only got the ankle restraints on.’</em> Dick thought to himself as he pulled out the small lock picking kit that he’d hidden in his underwear. ‘This would be a hell of a lot harder if I could only use my mouth’<br><br>Within seconds, Dick had managed to undo the locks of the manacles around his ankles and was spring across the room towards his duffel bag. <br><em>‘Looks like your advice came through again Bruce’ </em>He mused with a small quirk at the corners of his mouth. Bruce had always stressed the idea of being prepared for any eventuality. While Dick was sure that this wasn’t the situation Bruce had been talking about, the advice still held true. <br><br>By the time the smoke had cleared, Dick had managed to throw off the wig, the extra face sculpting, even the contacts he’d been using to hide his identity. Instead, he stood proudly as Nightwing, ready to remind the low lives of Gotham why they would be better off finding a new career. <br><br>“Her kind?” Dick couldn’t help but quip as he came up behind the thug that had made the mistake of beating Raven, putting the assailant in a tight headlock as he pulled the man off of Raven. <br>“I mean I know sex workers are still stigmatized, but from you? Random Mafia Thug, I expected better.” At the word better, Nightwing flipped the man back over his shoulder and threw him against the ground<br><br>“So, here’s the rundown. My Name is Nightwing, former sidekick of Batman, all around hero to Gotham. These guys” To punctuate he gave one of the thugs on the ground a solid kick to the ribs, as if to identify which ‘guys’ he meant. “Are a mafia hit squad, probably here to clear up the loose end that is Johnny ‘Gino’ Walker. The priority is to protect all the patrons of the club and make sure they stay alive. Beyond that, we shoulda los try and keep Gino alive long enough so that we can send him to prison. Maybe get him to testify against the rest of the family.”<br><br>“Ready for a Super-hero Team Up?” He asked Raven with an eager smile, offering her a hand to help her up off the ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>28-11-2015, 07:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b0/3c/9c/b03c9cc0d4b95524a174ad8997e0a210.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>The man that Nightwing grabbed and flipped off of Raven hit the ground heavily, and with a groan, but as he tried to pick himself back up a "slab" of that black energy solidified above him and smashed down on top of him, crushing him into the floor. He groaned, but didn't try and get up again, less he risk ending up in the hospital with every bone in his body broken...<br><br>Raven would look up at Nightwing with glowing eyes narrowed in a glare. So this was what the man had been hiding...And wore, he was one of that damned man's boys. The connection of just who he had been over a decade ago still didn't click with her. All she saw standing above her was an extension of one of the people she blamed for sending her to Hell. How a band of heroes that dedicated themselves, named themselves even, after justice could stand by and allow a young girl to go to one of the worst planes in existence was beyond her. The fact she was free now didn't change the grudge she still held.<br><br>"Just try not to get shot..." she toned out, tone coldly emotionless, ignoring his hand as she levitated herself off of the ground. Shadows wrapped around her and soon enough she was in her Raven persona, purple cloak and bodysuit covering her as she pulled up her hood. "Don't think I haven't forgotten what you mentor did to me..."<br><br>Her cloak swirling around her, Raven flew from the room, feet skimming just a few inches above the ground. In the hallway she looked down both ways. There was some shouting coming from the lobby area yet. And a scream from the next room down, some men yelling for Gino...Ah, well, this would be easy.<br><br>"You save Gino and Scarlette," she said, naming the woman Gino was in with, "I will start with the lobby." There were three men that had burst into the room with Gino. Two more were at the far end of the hall, keeping watch...Those two were blasted away by two focused beams of her energy, sending them sprawling out into the lounge. Raven zoomed down the hall after them. Blasting the two had announced her presence, and a shield was summoned around herself as guns turned on her, catching bullets before letting them drop harmlessly to the ground.<br><br>"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" she called out, channeling her magic, focusing as protective barrier formed around the patrons. They wouldn't last long, but, long enough for her to distract the hit squad...Skilled as she was, though, as she started to fight them, she hoped Nightwing didn't take too long saving Gino.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 23:38:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>“What My Mentor did to her?” He muttered under his breath, trying to work it over in his head and figure out what exactly Batman had done to her. Then it all clicked together in a moment; Batman had been in the Justice League, who had ignored her warning that Trigon would be coming to Earth. And the Nightwing costume Dick was wearing looked nothing like the Robin costume he’d been wearing the last time she would have seen him all those years ago. <br><br>Much as he wanted to correct her immediately and solve the problem that second, he had a scumbag to save. So he leapt into action, springing over the heads of the two men that would be pushed into the lounge seconds later, and landed in the middle of the room.<br>“A superhero walks into a room with Three Mafia thugs, one mafia hitman, and a dominatrix” Dick said with a smile as his escrima came crashing into the head of the first thug, forcing him to crumble like a sack of potatoes at nightwing’s feet&nbsp; “I feel like I’m in the middle of a joke.”<br><br>“No wait, you guys are the joke” He said with a laugh as the second thugs threw a punch that Dick could have avoided if he’d been blackout drunk, retaliating with a shock from his gauntlet knocking the would-be killer&nbsp; out cold.<br><br>The solitary remaining gunman lifted the pistol he was holding, desperately aiming at Nightwing despite the shaking of his wrist, “Come on, really?”<br><br>Before the muzzle had even flashed, Dick closed the gap in one fluid motion, taken hold of the gunman’s hand and thrown it up so that the bullet went through the ceiling instead of a person. A quick two finger grab to a special place on the gunman’s neck, and he was out cold as well, leaving just two other people in the room.<br><br>“Johnny ‘Gino’ Walker. Thank god you still have pants on.” Dick said simply before giving the hitman a jolt with his taser to knock him. As he used a bit of rope in the room to tie up Johnny, Dick turned to the dominatrix who’d been assigned to Gino.<br><br>“And You, you delightful creature, must be Scarlette.” Suddenly all the anger, all the focus that Nightwing had just moments before faded away. All he had instead was a wide smile and an aura of compassion. “I wish we could have met under better circumstances, you seem like a lovely girl”<br><br>The redheaded girl seemed to be unable to do anything aside from hyperventilate, and just looked up at Nightwing with fear and confusion in her eyes. He needed to bring her back, to give her a goal to focus on.<br><br>“So Scarlett, I need to give you a big job. Do you have a real name I can call you?”<br><br>As his words processed through her mind, the fear and confusion in her eyes slowly passed<br>“Jane. I’m Jane” She finally managed to stammer out.<br><br>“Thank you Jane. Now, is there a safe place in here?”<br><br>“We have an employee’s lounge. It’s got a heavy lock and a reinforced door. Down at the the end of the hall.”<br><br>“Well Jane, first of all, I love your hair and after this is done I’m get the name of your hair dresser. But more importantly, I’m gonna take you over there with Gino here. If he starts to wake up, I need you to hit him with this taser.” As he spoke, he handed her a small taser from his nearly invisible utility belt. “And Once you’re in there, lock it up tight and don’t open it unless me or Raven tell you otherwise. You got all that? Can you do that for me Jane?”<br><br>“I can do that Mr. Nightwing Sir.”<br><br>With a nod, Nightwing picked up Gino in the fireman’s carry, letting out a less than silent grunt at the hitman’s extra mass spread across his shoulders. Within twenty seconds, the pair had made their way across the hall and Jane had managed to get the three of them into the lounge.&nbsp; Dick stepped back into the hallway, giving a small wave as Jane locked the door behind him.<br><br>And then he made his way back to the main area where Raven was protecting the patrons. As Robin, he’d often taken it on himself to draw the focus of the villains, drawing it away from any civilians that might have been in the area. As nightwing he didn’t often get the chance to fall back in that role, since he was usually operating alone, but now that he had Raven watching back…<br><br>“Oh man, it’s a buffet of thugs for me to beat on” Nightwing said loudly before letting out a chuckle as he jumped into the center of the main entrance where all of the thugs seemed to be centered. In a flash, none of the gunman seemed to interested in the club patrons, instead turning their attention, and their firearms, towards Dick. <br>A single 'come hither' motion from him, and suddenly they all started to charge forward, completely leaving behind the patrons they'd been threatening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 14:34:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b0/3c/9c/b03c9cc0d4b95524a174ad8997e0a210.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>Nightwing was very, very lucky Raven was a bit too distracted to hear his jokes and one-liners. She would have almost been forced to feel ashamed for him. At the very least, she would have felt embarrassed for him. And making the girl who couldn't fee emotion, well, feel emotion, couldn't be a good thing.<br><br>Not for the mafioso, anyway.<br><br>She <em>would</em> quickly grow annoyed in the coming weeks, though, with her co-worker's constant praise and daydreaming about the masked man that had saved her...<br><br>Still, his appearance in the main room came not a moment too soon. With most of her focus spent on shielding the patrons behind black walls of her projected energy, she had little to defend herself with aside from flying around and trying to be as hard a target as possible. Raven had little intention to find out if she was bullet proof, or how much resilience her demonic lineage gave her. Most of the shots sent her way missed, to tore through the flowing material of her cloak. One bullet, though, grazed her shoulder, and another her thigh, making her cry out in pain as she dropped to the floor, her focus momentarily broken. The burning pain of the near-misses briefly became the core of her reality. Chemical processes started in her brain, and in her own broken mind, a form of pleasure came from the hurt. She seized on that pain, making it her focus, and eyes glowing again threw her hands out at the closet thug to her taking aim again, two black energy bolts flying from her hands and striking him in the chest, knocking him back into the wall with a loud thud.<br><br>She would have been too slow to avoid serious injury had Nightwing not arrived then, and took everyone's attention. And she could only blink in surprise as, somehow, he made all the hit men forget they had firearms as they charged him. That had to be some kind of unique gift or mind control power of the Bat Family. Just how did they always get their foes to give of some kind of big advantage they had, and engage them on their terms? One would think with as many criminals as ended up in the hospital with broken bones and dislocated everythings that they would stop getting into punching matches with anywhere wearing a mask and named after an animal, in Gotham City.<br><br>Four men charged Nightwing, trying to surround and dogpile him. Three stayed back, including two of the men she had blasted already, who were reloading their pistols. Figuring that Nightwing could handle himself in a brawl, it was those three that Raven focused on, chanting to summon her powers again.<br><br>Black energy seized the pistol from one of the men, spinning it around to aim at his head. The man shouted and dropped to his knees, but the pistol just turned, and fired. The bullet struck the side of the pistol another man was aiming, knocking it from his hand, before the spell-seized weapon propelled itself through the air, smashing into his nose, sending the hit man reeling back as blood started to gush down his face. She turned her focus to the third man, who was turning his pistol on her. She flew right up to him, surprising him before he could shoot. One arm swatted the pistol up into the air, mimicking the move Nightwing had used earlier...She did remember some of the hand-to-hand moves Robin had taught her, so long ago, when she had just been a terrified teenager, with no real idea how to defend herself. The knock up was followed by a punch to the man's throat when he tried to take a swing at her, before she kicked his legs out from under him.<br><br>The first man was getting to his feet again, looking to joined the brawl against Nightwing. She put an end to that by holding her had out towards a couch, as he energy wrapped around it, before it went flying across the room, smacking into that man and leaving him on the ground.<br><br>"Stop getting back up..." she muttered. With the way clear, she opened the doors with her powers, gesturing for the patrons to leave while they could, "Out! Everyone get to safety!" she ordered, before looking towards Nightwing to see if he needed any help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 17:31:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>As all of the gunmen rushed at him, ignoring the fact they could just shoot him, Nightwing had to struggle to stifle a laugh. All of the thugs were probably practiced with firearms and could have gunned him down dead if they tried. But the second they got mad, suddenly the rational part of their brains, the side that would say ‘shoot the idiot’, stopped working and instead they just rushed at him hoping to punch the crap out of him. Batman had used fear to shut down the rational minds of low life criminals like this, but Dick preferred annoyance and anger. It was more fun!<br><br>“Oh man, four guys coming after little old me? I’m flattered” He called out with a laugh before jumping up into the air as the group crowded around him. A small smoke bomb thrown at their feet would serve to distract them and make them forget that they even had their guns in the first place. <br><br>As the arc of his jump started to take him back down to Earth, Dick brought down one of his boots into the face of the first thug that had managed to stumble his way out of the cloud of smoke. Gravity really did the rest, forcing the gunman’s head against the ground with an incredibly satisfying thunk.<br><br>Before the first thug had even hit the ground, A second was already rushing up. And before his feet had even touched the ground, Dick knew how to take him. Escrima in hand, the hard metal tube bashed the thug across the face. A few teeth went flying, and then only two thugs were still standing and trying to find their way through the small section of the room where the dense smoke was.<br><br>“I haven’t gotten this much male attention since my last visit to Gotham’s red light district.” He called out to the two remaining thugs before leaping through the fog and pouncing on one of remaining gunman. As the two fell to the ground, Dick’s weight forcing the thug off his balance, Nightwing thrust taser to his chest. And then there was only one left.<br><br>“And I’m gonna have to tell you what I told them; I don’t go that way, but I am truly flattered.” Nightwing’s voice travelled around the room as far as the thug could tell. Some rational part of his mind knew that the vigilante must have been throwing his voice, or that there was some device in his belt of tricks that was doing it. But that rational part had shut down long ago, and he could really think about was how much his knees were shaking. He shouldn’t be scared, it was just some preeny pretty boy cracking bad jokes. He had just talked himself to unloading his whole clip into Nightwing the next time he saw that smug smile when suddenly he felt his entire body seize up. He never saw the electricity that sparked from Nightwing’s gauntlet and raced through his body. In fact, the last thing he saw before falling unconscious was the smoke clearing and a couch flying into his friend.<br><br>“Thanks for the assist back there” Nightwing called out to Raven as some rope dropped from his belt and he started to tie up the thugs. If another gunman had joined the fight, he probably could have taken him out without too much trouble. But there was always a chance. <br><br>“The police will be here in a few minutes to take care of all these guys, and they'll be pleasantly surprised to find Gino tied up in the back along with all the evidence they could ever use against him.” As he spoke, Dick made his way to the two dead bodies. With a hidden sigh, he brought his fingers gently down their eyelids to close the victim's eyes. He also picked out their wallets and scribbled down the names on their IDs before putting them back. <br><br>He would find the next of kin for every person on the list and they would receive an anonymous gift from Gotham Life Insurance. It wasn’t a real company, or at least a real company that anyone had life insurance with. Bruce had set it up years before, to assist the families of those killed by the villains and Organized crime of Gotham. And, much as Dick wasn’t a fan of all of Bruce’s schemes, this was one that he would keep doing while he still had a penny to his name. <br><br>Satisfied for the moment, he stood tall once again and walked over to Raven. All he wanted was to settle something, and possibly get the answer to a question he’d had for years. <br><br>“And hey, so you know, I’ve met you before. It was a few years back, back when you came in front of the Justice League for help. I might look a little different now than I did then. But, in my defense, everyone looks different when they wear short pants and pixie boots.”<br><br>“Back then I called myself Robin, and I was one of the group that tried to help you against your father. Which we would have done, except you kinda disappeared. We couldn't find anyone that could track you down, and the few mystics who might have been able to do it wanted nothing to do with Trigon.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 18:28:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b0/3c/9c/b03c9cc0d4b95524a174ad8997e0a210.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>So, Nightwing needed no help. If nothing else, it was good to see that Batman had left behind someone who was at least...competent. If a bit of an excessive talker. His commentary during the fight would have been enough to make her eyes roll if she had paid it that much attention. His martial skills were certainly impressive, though, she was forced to give him that much.<br><br>It made her feel a bit better about the city, that heroes like him were around. She did some of the "hero" thing herself, but kept it very limited, just to the neighborhood in the Narrows she lived in. Most of the criminal activity there had been scared off by now, avoiding the "nightmare" that was grabbing people from the shadows. And while she did try and help those she passed by and saw were in trouble, she hardly went out of her way to patrol or hunt for trouble. The odds of her having appeared on anyone's radar until now was quite slim. After all, if she had...She doubted this would have been her first meeting with one of the city's official protectors.<br><br>"Good...You still owe me for my time, by the way..." she reminded the hero, tone as dry and monotone as ever, if...a spark of humor in it. Just because mobsters attacked didn't mean he got out of paying for the little bit of fun he had. But when her gaze followed him to the two bodies, one a cop she had served a few times, and the other a bodyguard...She paled slightly.<br><br>Briefly, she could hear their souls, as they lingered about their bodies. As one, the cop, was collected by a warm light...but darkness consumed the bodyguard, as his was dragged screaming down. It beckoned to her, and a part of her wanted to follow, <em>needed</em> to follow, and punish it for it's sins...She was trembling slightly when Nightwing walked up to her, and reintroduced himself.<br><br>From beneath the hood of her cloak, violet eyes stared blankly at the man, as she snapped out of the daze she had ended up in. Then his words sunk in...Her first reaction was probably not the one he had expected, as the side of her that wanted to torture the departed soul in Hell was still close to the surface of her mind.<br><br>"You...!" she hissed, hands tightening into fists, eyes glowing, as if she would attack him...before she calmed down, sighing, regaining her control and abruptly turning away from him. When she spoke again, her voice was back to the emotionless monotone it had been before. "There was nothing you could have done. I was kidnapped, and taken to my father...The only people who could have prevented such had already chosen to stand by and watch." She had been naïve, young, when accepting the help of those sidekicks and apprentices. She didn't realize she had come so close to costing them all their lives...<br><br>"It is for the best. You would have died. Now...Shouldn't you leave, before the cops arrive?" she asked, before floating away, down the hall to check on her other coworkers, shifting midway back into the appearance Nightwing had first seen her in so as to not give her secret away to anyone else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 23:16:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madanm Silk's club&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>Dick cracked a smile when Raven told him that he still had to pay for their time together. Had Trigon’s Daughter just made a joke? <br><br>“In the duffel bag I dropped in your room, there’s an envelope filled with cash. Split it with Jane and the other girls as you see fit.” Inside that envelope was tens of thousands of dollars Gino had been going to use to hire another hitman to kill his boss, money that Dick had stolen from Gino’s car while he’d been distracted, but Raven and the other girls didn’t need to know that. He’d been planning on using it as more evidence to give to the police, but without testimony from Deadshot it was worthless as evidence. Might as well give it to some people who would appreciate it.<br><br>“C’mon now, almost dying is just part of the job description. If I didn’t do anything because I probably would die, I wouldn’t be here in this silly get-up right now.” He said with a wide smile at her insistence that it was better he wasn’t there to help her with Trigon, that he would have died. Dick knew he would probably die like Bruce had, in his costume fighting some giant force of evil that was so far out of his league he might as as well have been a paddleboat fighting a battleship. And, if he was being honest, Dick had accepted it. So long as he could say that he died doing something that would have helped people, he was fine with it. <br><br>The smile dropped&nbsp; for a moment though. He needed to let her know something, and he needed to make sure that she took it seriously.<br>“I know I wasn’t able to help you before, but if you ever need a helping hand now let me know.”<br>He told her, a serious expression on his face as she walked back towards the rooms. <br><br>Dick might have left the club to avoid the police but that didn’t mean he was gone. Instead he took up a position on one of the roofs of a nearby building, checking to make sure that Gino actually made it into police custody. He was about to take off as the patrol cars sped away, but something gave him pause. <br><br>Raven. Something seemed off about the woman, even beyond the whole ‘Escaped from hell’ and ‘Daughter of Satan’ insanity. She was a super powered hero, operating in Gotham, and yet he hadn’t heard anything of her. No criminals raving about some demon using magic, nothing. Dick didn’t even know how long she’d been back on Earth. And for someone who managed to keep himself alive almost exclusively because of how much he was able to know, that was a troubling thought. <br><br>So he waited until Raven left the club and tailed her, a silent shadow following her from the rooftops. If nothing else, he wanted to know where she lived. Once he figured that out, he could figure out what area she might operate out of and keep his ears open for anything strange that might happen in that neighborhood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 01:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4e/d1/78/4ed178a9e7e3d3b4a3716c46d1a1756c.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madam Silk's Club <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>The money was...incredibly generous. Raven almost didn't believe the amount when she counted it. It was...quite a number of time larger than Nightwing owed. So each girl received a healthy cut, though Raven took none of it for herself. She gave her split to Madam Silk to help cover damages and anything else she needed for what had happened there that night. Why did she give it all away? Mostly because they could use it more, and she had done nothing to earn that much money.<br><br>That, and considering Nightwing's parting words, she didn't want to accept a handout. A pity party. He owed her nothing...and she didn't need any help now.<br><br>The revelation of who he was left her with conflicting feelings, though. After the cops had done their investigation and asked their question, all while she was hidden back in the disguise of Rachel Roth, she was released to walk home. That man had been the boy that had tried to help her so long ago...Well, he had certainly grown up. And developed a better fashion sense. What were the odds that boy, though, would wander into her chamber? That she would dominate him and, well...That this would happen? Hell, how did he even remember her? They hadn't had much time around each other before she was kidnapped. Sighing heavily, she just pulled her trenchcoat tighter around herself, as she walked from the classy gentleman's club to one of the worse areas of the city.<br><br>She lived in the Narrows. And a decent way away from the place she worked, but she never got on a bus or called a taxi. And despite it being so late, no one stepped out to approach her...<br><br>Eventually she would step up to a church. Long condemned, all the windows were busted out, a side wall was caving in...Looking around, Raven made sure no one was around that she could see, and stepped inside. The wooden floor was collapsed in a few places to the basement, boards rotting away. The pews were rotted, as the altar was gone. She had a simple bedroom set up in the back of the church. A bed, a bookcase and desk, all filled with books...An area cleared out with meditation candles arrayed in a circle, and a punching bag hanging from one of the few good, remaining support beams. Removing her jacket, she set it on a hook on the wall, and sat on her bed. Wiping her hands down her face, then pushing her hair back, she sighed.<br><br>What a day...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 05:51:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Narrows<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>The Narrows. Of course she lived there. Now it made all the sense in the world. He’d looked over the decrease in crime rates of the neighborhood, assuming it was just a statistical fluke the kind that happened all over Gotham countless times in a year. Sometimes it was that the Gotham Knights were on a winning streak, other times it might be pleasant weather. He’d just chalked it up to some connection he hadn’t seen, something he’d investigate when he got the time. And the various criminals of The Narrows had a predilection for drugs and hysterics, so he’d chalked up the rumors of demons and tentacles to just the stories drug addled brains. <br><br>But now that he saw her walking back through the narrows with the confidence of a girl who had nothing to fear, it all came falling back into place. The unknown event that had been the cause of the crime drop in The Narrows had been her returning to Gotham. The stories of fear and living shadows driving criminals away had been the truth and not hallucinatory fantasy like he’d suspected. <br><br>He wanted to pop out of the shadows and comment on how well she was doing at cleaning up the streets until he saw exactly where she was staying. Dick Grayson had grown up in a literal circus, so he actually liked more modest accommodations. But something about it felt wrong. The Church was literally rotting around her. Each step she made might have been the one to finally break the worn down floorboards.<br><br>He stepped out of the shadows and made his way into the church, taking great care not to hide his approach this time. He even purposefully stepped on a few squeaky floorboards so she’d have ample opportunity to hear him coming.<br><br>“You’ve really cleaned up the Narrows. It’s certainly made my job alot easier.” He said with a smile as he walked forward, careful not to surprise the daughter of Trigon. Something Told Dick that she could get very scary if he accidently surprised her.<br><br>“Someone who does as much good as you do deserves something with four standing walls.” He added in what he hoped was a calming tone as he looked around the church, specifically at the wall that had caved in.<br><br>Out of the near invisible utility belt, Dick pulled a small pen and a scrap of paper and quickly scribbled down something before tossing over to the pale girl.<br>“Call this number. The guy owes me a few favors. Tell him Nightwing sent you.”<br><br>Attached was Dick’s own personal number at Wayne Enterprises. It was the best facade he’d been able to come up with, saying that Dick Grayson had his live saved by Nightwing a few times in the past and, as such, Grayson felt indebted to the hero. It helped that Dick knew a shapeshifter or two wiling to pretend to be Dick Grayson so that he had photographic proof that Grayson and Nightwing had been in the same place at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 05:32:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4e/d1/78/4ed178a9e7e3d3b4a3716c46d1a1756c.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Narrows - Raven's "Home" <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br>The first sound of someone entering the church caught Raven's attention. Even if Nightwing wasn't rather loudly announcing his presences, the warding circle she had placed at the entrance and a few other likely ways people might try and sneak in had signaled her someone was coming. As he broke it she felt a chill down her spine, and was already standing from her bed to, well...hide.<br><br>She had been getting a lot of attention from the police lately, when someone tipped them off there was a squatter in the church. They had been by twice, warning her off, telling her that she couldn't live in there, that it was dangerous, and that if they caught her again she was going to prison. So now she hid, and cast an invisibility illusion over her belongings so no one knew they were there. This time, though...she wasn't fast enough. If it had been the cops, she would have been in trouble. And it was the events of the day that she blamed. She just felt utterly...drained. <br><br>Physically. Not emotionally, unfortunately. She would never be that lucky...<br><br>So standing up, she prepared to make her case before the police. And as much as she disliked using her powers on the innocent...maybe she would wipe their minds, and leave them somewhere a few blocks away, make it seem like a gang jumped them but a wandering by "hero" fought them off. She couldn't go to prison...Not now. Just because she didn't have the resources to live anywhere else, or that she refused to be a danger to others didn't mean she deserved to go to prison. And in prison she couldn't finish her degree, make her mother proud...<br><br>"...What are&nbsp; you doing here?" she all but hissed out, clearly not happy to see Nightwing. He was better than the police, but, barely...And the reaction she knew might be overly harsh. But she wanted to rest, now, not deal with a man that...she didn't know what to think of, considering who he was. But instead of throwing him out, she listened to him, even as all her belongings quickly faded from view...Too late to trick him, unless he was rather gullible.<br><br>"I didn't do it for you..." she said with a frown, when he tried to say her work in the Narrows made his life easier, "And I don't deserve anything...I am content with what I have." What she has earned for herself, was what she meant to say<br><br>But then he threw a piece of paper with a number on it. Taking it, looking at it, she just frowned and shook her head.<br><br>"I don't need any favors either..." she mumbled, wrapping her arms protectively around herself and looking away from the hero, down at the ground, "I just want to be left alone..." There was almost a tone of sadness to be detected in her emotionless voice. An investigative mind like Nightwing's might have to wonder just how she's been living here, how long had she been here, making no contact or name for herself, alone..."You can go now...Last thing I need is for the cops to wonder why a man in a mask is skulking around here now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 20:11:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Narrows -Raven's "Home" <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>Looking at Raven, Dick had to remind himself to shield his thoughts. He knew very little about her powers, but he knew enough to though that she had some connection to other people’s minds. Maybe it was just the ability to read emotions, or maybe she was actually a mind reader. EIther way, he was going to use that to his advantage<br><br>“I’m here talking to a hero from my Town. I like to try and get to know every hero in Gotham that way no one feels like they’re alone.” As he spoke, he tried his best to make his thoughts focus on camaraderie and compassion. He needed her to not think of him as an enemy, as someone else who had failed. “I’m not saying you did it for me. I’m just glad that somebody did.” The social isolation, the refusal of assistance, everything told the story of someone who didn’t trust many people. And while she was doing good now, Dick knew all too well how those symptoms could lead someone down a dark path. Only recently had he started to pull his brother Jason from that pit. <br><br>He couldn’t help but laugh slightly when Raven suggested he leave so as not to get seen by the police.<br>“You kidding? The cops in Gotham love me. I help them out with the big cases, and I’m nicer than Batman used to be.” &nbsp;He might have left the crime scene earlier to avoid them, but he and the police had an understanding. They wouldn't hunt him down for vigilantism, but only so long as he focused on the small scale cases, muggings and robberies, that they didn’t have time to respond to or on the large scale cases that they weren’t prepared to deal with. <br>“Well, atleast as much as they can loved a masked vigilante who solves cases they thought were impossible”<br><br>He paused for a moment, his voice taking on a more concerned tone. “What the police aren’t too kind on is squatters.” &nbsp;It wasn’t that he thought she couldn’t handle herself, but more his belief that she should have to handle it herself. She was a hero of Gotham just like he was, and that meant he had to do everything in his power to make sure she felt like she had a family to fall back on.<br><br>“Call the number. The guy on the other end can help you out. It might not be alot, but it would be enough that you won’t freeze to death come winter.”<br><br>“You’re a hero of Gotham now. We live in one of the worst cities in america, or even the world, so we have to look out for each other. That means you’ve got family whether you like it or not.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 23:25:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4e/d1/78/4ed178a9e7e3d3b4a3716c46d1a1756c.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Raven<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Rachel Roth<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Narrows - Raven's "Home" <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightwing<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I'm not a hero,"</span> Raven said simply when Nightwing claimed he wanted to get to know all the heroes in Gotham. Sighing, she closed her eyes, extending out her soul self to sense if anyone else was in the immediate area around the church. And sensing no one, she dropped the invisibility spell on her belongings, walking back over to her bed and sitting down. She was tired. She wanted to rest, not deal with Nightwing. He was trying to be friendly, and she didn't 'do' friendly. She didn't have friends and she didn't make friends.<br><br>And it was too dangerous and foolish of her to think now was the time to change that. He didn't want her to feel alone, but that was what she was meant to be.<br><br>But as he pointed out that the cops loved him, but not squatters, she just looked back up at him. She was quite aware of that, and that was why she didn't want him here. If they saw him coming and going, they might wonder what had his attention, and come and check in themselves. And she had no desire at all to see the inside of a jail cell.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I've weathered a winter here already,"</span> she said, frowning slightly at him, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I can do just fine on my own. And if you've forgotten, I'm not particularly someone you want living in close proximity to other people. I can take care of myself...With<em>out</em> a so-called family."</span> If he was trying to say there was a place for her in the "Bat Family" or whatever they called themselves anymore, he was going mad. There was no way there would be any kind of family waiting for her anywhere. Not with who her father was. If her identity and heritage ever got out, well, there would be more people seeking to kill or imprison her than not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Birds of a Feather, Clad in Leather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>19-12-2015, 23:08:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111195216/4557194-8073001623-18868.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday September 4th, 2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Narrows -Raven's "Home" <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raven<br><hr><br>As she spoke, denied that she was a hero and staunchly spoke about how she had done fin on her own, Dick could see plain as day that Raven didn’t want help. Atleast not yet. Whatever had been done to her before she’d met him, and whatever had happened after she’d been taken, it would take more than one conversation to break down the barriers that she’d built around herself.&nbsp; <br><br>“Just don’t forget; you don’t have to be alone.” It was all he said before walking out of the church. All he could say. He wanted to force help on her, to get her a nicer place to live and show her off to the other heroes so that she knew that there was a community of Gotham Heroes willing to help her. <br><br>But it wasn't his place. Forcing socialization on her would just make things worse. All he could do was help where he could, slowly reinforce in her the idea that being alone didn’t have to be her fate. It seemed to have worked with Jason, slowly bringing him back from the edge of insanity, so hopefully it could work for her as well. 
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