DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias & Vergil1989)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>27-11-2015, 05:59:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None <br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday, Early January, 2015 } 00:40 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Northwest Gotham | Rooftops, alleys, and bustling streets <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artemis Crock | Tigress<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> The Spoiler repels from one roof to another in fear. She whips the rope that she used to repel off of the roof above her. Once she gets the rope back around her waist, she thinks about her new equipment. She then watches the poor streets of her home neighborhood. There are five bars in a line down one avenue and a number of creeps are described as Stephanie scopes the place out with her expensive binoculars. She is not satisfied with her options there, though. She is making the rounds. Right before she leaves, she hears an obvious assault on two young women in an alley just a block awayf from the bars. The Spoiler crosses over to the other side of the roof. She plans her actions, quickly taking note of what is below her. Four man are attacking two girls. Stephanie knows that she has to act quickly. The Spoiler dives into the alley to try and stop the men from raping the two girls. Stephanie's assault doesn't go as planned, and it occurs to her that she probably shouldn't have brought so much rope.<br><hr><hr><br>A purple clad figure repelled from one roof to another. There was a line of rope that covered well over fifty feet. Stephanie had one end of the rope secured to a thick pipe on top of a seven story business center. The other end of the rope made it down to the building next door. the two structures only had a few inches of space between them. She was halfway down, and moving carefully. The night was still. But Steph was still new to this whole process of repelling down a wall, with a fall below that could very well kill her if she landed on the wrong spot. No one had ever taught her to do this before. She was mostly just winging it, after doing some reading on-line about rock-climbing.<br><br>It was a relaxing feeling, as her boots touched the roof below her.<strong> "Well, that was scary,"</strong> Steph was thinking out loud. <strong>"It could have been worse, probably."</strong> Steph took the rope in hand and walked away from the building she had just gotten down from, about fifteen feet. She looked up, to the five stories that had just passed. A cool shiver went down her spine. <strong>"That was dumb. But-"</strong> Stephanie violently whipped the rope, in a successful attempt to free the line from it's anchor. <strong>"-exactly as planned"</strong> The rope came falling down afterward. She turned her face away from the falling rope, and covered her head. A hissing sound and a thump filled the air, and undoubtedly, the rooms below her feet. A thought passed through her mind,'this is just another business, totally empty.' Stephanie started to thread the rope through the holsters on her waist. It was a thin rope, just strong enough to support Stephanie's weight and not much else, more research had helped her choose the perfect type. <br><br>As she put the rope away, she took a second to think about how far she'd come. She had an invisibility belt underneath her purple and black costume. She had recently upgraded her wooden batons, they were heavier now, made of metal, and much more effective in combat. In addition to the rope that she had added to her repertoire months before, Steph had also put together a grapling hook. She couldn't fire it from a gun like batwoman or nightwing. But, it was useful non the less, and it had gotten her out of a few sticky situations quite recently. Finally, she had a pair of binoculars that were almost four hundred dollars. They were tiny, and they had four levels of zooming capability. They were hunting binoculars, so she was stuck with the camouflage and the orange stripes. But she was still very satisfied with the purchase. Even though, she had rarely had the opportunity to use them. Steph didn't have a lot of tools, but she felt like she was really starting to make a go at this.<br><br>The eighteen year old woman had finished attaching rope to her costume. There was no other place to keep it. She felt a little ridiculous with it around her body, but she didn't like it hanging from hip, seventy-five feet of rope was heavy, even if it was thin rope. On her side, it threw off her balance. <br><br>She walked up to the edge of the roof, she was still two stories high. Below her, nearly one hundred people were laughing and talking in the streets. She had learned early that she needed to stay out of sight. Keeping to the shadows, avoiding every street lamp and safety light kept her from being visible all over Gotham. There were a number of bars and taverns that served food and liquor until late into the morning hours underneath her, five of them to be exact. Steph couldn't help but feel jealousy course through her. <strong>"One of these days I'm gonna have fun like this."</strong> She looked longingly down at several girls dancing in skimpy clothes to a street performer as two dozen people cheered them on.<strong> "I hope."</strong> It was cold out, but that didn't stop people from celebrating the near year well into the weekend that followed the 1st day of the month. <br><br>Almost a year on the streets, and she was starting to get a sense for trouble. This was the perfect place to use her binoculars, and she scoped the place out accordingly. There were three men on the corner between two of the bars. All of them, yet, one of them at a time, were smoking a marijuana cigarette. She could tell that it wasn't tobacco by the way that the men were passing the smoke around the small three man circle that they had created; and they were purposefully holding the smoke in their lungs. She was positive that they were drug dealers. they stuck out in the crowd, they were meager, and poorly kept. Everyone around them was well dressed and drunk. But mostly, they were dressed in deep navy blue, one of them from head to toe. "Southside, Bravaso," a local small town gang known for distributing pot, ecstasy, synthetic heroins and white powdered cocaine; among other more nasty deeds.<br><br><strong>"Scumbags,"</strong> Steph thought out loud again, whispering now, as she crouched down into a low, open legged stance. Her hands were in-between her thighs, against the bricks below, her toes were hanging off the edge of the roof. She didn't even notice the danger.<strong> "I'd bust you up now if there weren't so many people everywhere." </strong>Stephanie spotted two other blue-clad southside kids at the end of the same block, watching the roadways for cops. Another at the end of the street, distant, keeping a lookout. the bar owners were happy to have them around, loaded customers spent more money, and half of the club owners paid protection money to the southside bravaso collective. Finally, all of the club owners were users of the drugs that the Bravaso liked to sell. 'No cops, of course.' The police were never gonna show their faces down here. <br><br>Beyond the drug distribution, Stephanie spotted a number of other lowlifes on the street below. There were half a dozen or so douchebags in both directions. Two men in black suits were calmly counting money in front of The Starlight, the most expensive club on the street. The two suits were pimps, she had come across their kind for the first time eight months ago. They were a plague in this part of town. Not only had they ruined the lives of dozens of local girls, they were murderers, thieves, and goons on top of everything else. The whole bar was a brothel in disguise, and there was a hotel a block and half away from the bars where most of their business ended up. Almost ten girls were lined up and down the avenue. All of them worked for the Starlight mafia.<br><br>There were drug fiends looking for handouts, there were four gang members walking up and down the street in different groups, and different areas. 'This block,' Stephanie thought, 'neutral territory for so long, it's like a port for crime in the middle of the suburbs. I hate this place.' <br><br>But, overall, there was no fight to be seen, no argument, nothing looked like it was out of the ordinary. It was like this every weekend, and The Spoiler wasn't about to make a difference by running into the Starlight with her batons out, or trying to get the drug dealers arrested in a crowd of hungry addcits. She wasn't going to look through everyone's pockets to find weapons and drugs. It was a hopeless cycle around here. She had to make her effect in smaller places, catch some of the southside bravaso on their way home, or to rescue a girl from the Starlight who's getting smacked around by her pimp in the back of a car.<br><br>She had made the decision to move along, but she hadn't yet moved on the thought. This was only the fourth stop on her nightly patrol. The week days were better for this kind of area, less public, more private space. People were willing to do crazier things. Stephanie rose out of her crouch, put her binoculars into a pocket on her hip, and turned away from the bustling streets below. Suddenly, she heard a girlish scream to the south, in an alley hidden away from the bar scene, directly behind her. <br><br>Into action, The Spoiler sprinted south, and cleared two gaps below her, instead of taking the long way around the poorly designed building's roof. She got to the other edge, the bar scene now in a fog of street noise behind her. The action underneath her now, in the alley, was a bit more disgusting and crude. Steph was too shocked to believe what she was seeing, at first. Still in the shadows, and hidden from the six people below, she was standing still, her head tilting to one side slowly for a number of long moments. There were two woman, both brunette, possibly each of Hispanic decent. '24, and 28,' Stephanie guessed. 'Sisters?' she guessed again. More importantly there were four young men dressed in deep blue bravaso colors, and the scene was turning ugly quick.<br><br>Presumably, the youngest of the group was at the end of the alley, looking in both directions to see if any of the authorities were onto them. The alley was a dead end, garbage cans, and dumpsters on both walls for the length of it. 'There are no homes here. Shit, there's no one else here. Only me.' The girls had been screaming in desperation. It had drawn Stephanie closer, but the girls weren't aloud to scream anymore. they had been gagged by pieces of their own clothing, and the garments that they had retained in the process were now being stripped away violently by the three bravaso left to do the damage. The boy in the end of the alley was laughing. 'I've got to do something now.' Stephanie was about to witness an extremely graphic rape of two different woman, 'sisters' in her mind, and she was not going to let herself live with that. <br><br>Stephanie lept down into the alley, a twenty foot fall. She hadn't thought out her actions. There were four grown men below, and even with her training and her two batons, she wasn't about to change their plans on her own.<br><br>The Spoiler had reached to the small of her back, and she had drawn her batons as she came down to make a grand entrance. The two Hispanic victims were mostly naked now, and two of the men were reaching for their pants, heinously hasty in their actions. She hadn't seen it, but the third one was holding a pistol. Fortunately, Stephanie had been aiming for the Bravaso with the pistol in his hand. The whistling, whipping sound of her cape was obvious to the three men in the center of the alley, but they had no idea what was going on until their brother with a gun in his hand, grunted and fell to the concrete below. Steph's weapons had come down together in a single blow on to the man's left shoulder. He fell with a grunt, and Steph had landed on top of him. <br><br>The other two Bravaso turned around, still undoing their belts, and zippers. Stephanie lept from the first man, and charged the other two. She managed to make contact, but she had only knocked one of them over. The other was large, over six feet tall. He was well over two hundred pounds. He was a black man, with dark skin and a face that looked like it had been beaten a number of times. Stephanie had not been able to gauge that from the roof. The largest of the four pushed her backwards, and she lost all control of her body. <strong>"Fucking freak, motherfucker!"</strong> The large man said as he quickly put his pants in order. Stephanie turned, fell and rolled across the concrete before coming in contact with a dumpster. 'Owe.' She thought, trying to get to her feet as quickly as possible. The 4th man at the end of the alley came running down in concern, but the large bravaso blue turned him away. <strong>"Hey Rags. You on watch, you gon' stay on watch."</strong> The dark skinned man pointed down the alley, and the smaller Bravaso walked back to his place, on lookout.<br><br>Stephanie rose to find that the first man she had attacked had risen as well, and his pistol was pointed at her head. The large man was walking up to her, and the two sisters were too petrified to help. They were on their knees, pleading for something to change. Fortunately, the man with his pants around his ankles had injured himself when Steph had charged him. He was taking his time to get up, rubbing his head. <strong>"C'mon Travis, getchyo ass up, man."</strong> The leader of the group, the large Bravaso was embarassed by his brother. -<em> "I'm trying, I think i hit my head against a brick or something man. I'm bleeding." </em> Travis, as it was, was talking and moving slowly. <br><br>Stephanie flashed her right hand to her belt. An opportunity to make a move presented itself as the gunned man looked toward Travis, the man with the bleeding head. She turned herself invisible, and stunned them all. In the next moment she was charging toward the man with the gun again and did her best to remove the weapon from his grasp. She clocked him in the side of the head, the face, and the solar plexus with three brutal strikes from her invisible batons. The gun fell to the ground before any of them knew what was going on. She had successfully taken one of them out of the equation, at least for a minute or so. Stephanie kicked the gun as hard as she could toward the dead end of the alley. The chamber released one bullet from the clip, the force of The Spoiler's kick had jostled the weapon enough to send one round into the air. Fortunately, the bullet hit the brick wall, and none of them had been shot. <br><br><em>"the fuck is this! Some kind of ghost of the alley?"</em> Travis, the Bravaso with his pants around his ankles said, watching his comrade get pounded into submission by an invisible force. The man that had dropped his gun was in pain, and he had no retort. The large black man,&nbsp; however was violently angry, and he wasn't afraid of a ghost, or a vigilante, or anything else, really. He had seen the gun fly across the ground, and he was sure that The "purple-clad do-gooder" was standing in that direction. He charged, like a mad bull, like a rabid dog. And he was close enough to scare Stephanie. She hadn't seen anyone charge her like that while she was invisible. And he was accurate enough in his charge to force her into a mistake. She had to dodge, jumping to the left. Immediately, Steph struck out at him with two baton shots to the ribs. But that only seemed to anger him more. He turned, now aware of where her strikes had come from. He found her body, and he wrapped his arms around her.<br><br>Stephanie grunted as he took command. Clutching at an invisible girl, The big Bravaso tossed Stephanie through the air, and directly into the side of a metal dumpster. Stephanie struck the solid steel with five scattered clangs. She squirmed on the ground. The leader closed the distance in an instant, got to his knees and wrestled her batons away from her. He clutched at her, and felt the rope, as well as the fact that he was fighting a woman. <strong>"Hey-ey-ey! We got an invisible bitch, Travis. This a woman under here."</strong> He laughed.<strong> "She got, fucking... invisible rope. I think we're dealing with a wonder woman type, know what I'm saying!?"</strong> Travis was starting to laugh. The lookout at the end of the alley was smoking a cigarette, calm. The hispanic sisters were crying to eachother, shivering in the cold of the January night. The man with the gun was starting to rise. <br><br>By groping Stephanie, he had accidentally made contact with the part of her belt that turned her invisibility off. She was without her batons. Each of her weapons had been cast to the ground in a clattering confusion, luckily they had turned visible the moment that they had fallen to the ground. Finding them would be no problem. The bigger issue, Stephanie had been hit, thrown, and beaten.<em> "We're gonna make use of that rope, right?"</em> Travis had a demented mind. He had his hands on the hispanic woman now, holding them down, making sure that they weren't going to do anything rash. Blood was starting to flow down the side of his head. His wound was not grievous, but he was woozy, and it showed.<br><br><strong>"Damn right." </strong>The large Bravaso ripped at Stephanie's clothing, tearing her costume, and pulling her mask away from her face.<strong> "Oh damn! This one's fine..."</strong> He was chuckling, reaching down and groping Stephanie against her will. <strong>"Like a delivery service in this neighborhood, man."</strong> He was laughing at a joke. <strong>"This rope, s'like when they give you paper plates with your pizza."</strong> He continued to rip at Stephanie's attire, exposing most of her upper body, the black sports-bra that she was wearing underneath. Her cape was ripped at the seam and cast aside. She had more fight in her than the two sisters on the other side of the alley, though. The large black Bravaso was easily restraining both of her arms with one of his hands, and he was starting to untangle the rope from around her waist. she had never really felt this helpless, this victimized. Fear was quickly starting to flood her thoughts. Stephanie could only grunt, and scoff as she struggled to free herself. She kicked at his head, but he was only laughing. She was turning and jerking away, but that was only helping him to tear away her carefully crafted fabric. He had gone to tearing at her bra, but not yet to his avail. The soft skin on her abdomen and shoulders had caught his attention, and exposing her panties was his next goal. Weak under his grasp, in a few moments, he would be successful, and Stephanie would be nude.<br><br>'This can't be happening. No no no. This can't be real. Wake up Stephanie! No! Think of something!'
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-11-2015, 07:19:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 00:47<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><strong>Scene music:</strong>&nbsp; Tigress's Arrival (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbvsS5koqgM)<br><br>If there was one constant in any city, is that regardless if it was the pristine, gleaming city of Metropolis, or the dirty, dark gothic alleys of Gotham City, criminals rarely differed from each other.&nbsp; Sure, Metropolis was the home of more intellectual types of scumbags and white collar criminals, but look hard enough and you could still fine your average purse snatchers, gang bangers, and worse.&nbsp; Gotham though was a whole other animal.&nbsp; It would chew up and spit out the common crook from anywhere else, because only the strong survived here.&nbsp; She knew that better than most, having lived in this hellhole for most of her life until about four years ago, going on five now.&nbsp; Artemis was a Gothamite, through and through, but she wasn't another lowlife thug.&nbsp; She was a Mask, a vigilante with an axe to grind, like so many street level heroes like herself really.&nbsp; But unlike most of them, she felt right at home in the darkest alleyways, where few dared to walk on a good day.&nbsp; She'd seem how far the shadows stretched, and she wasn't afraid to stare into the abyss.<br><br>So she patrolled the dank, dark recesses only the likes of Batman himself and his little family would dare go at this late hour.&nbsp; This was her hunting ground, her playground, and after spending four years over in Star City, a part of her was glad to be back where she belonged as she nimbly jumped from rooftop to rooftop, silent as a ghost among the ice and snow.&nbsp; She didn't feel the cold though, the thermal insulation in her Kevlar composite suit made sure of that as her long blonde ponytail flew behind her like a flag because of her rapid pace.&nbsp; The burn in her calves was a welcome companion since she needed to burn off some frustration, and besides busting some heads together, running across the roofs of Gotham was better than any plain exercise routine she could have been doing in the comfort of her own home.<br><br>Then the screams reached her ears, and Artemis slid to a stop, her gray eyes narrowing in on the same scene another Mask had already spotted not twenty feet and a rooftop away.&nbsp; Pulling out her own pair of binoculars, Tigress tapped at the side of her orange, tiger mask, and switched to the thermal setting.&nbsp; She watched as two women were grabbed, but just as she started to put her binoculars away, preparing to jump down to do her small part in making her city just a little better, someone else beat her to the punch.&nbsp; <em>Who the hell is this rookie?&nbsp; She trying to get herself killed?</em>&nbsp; It was real easy to tell the experienced heroes from the wannabes, and the way the purple clad young woman moved, the way she took too long to strike, let alone finishing off one opponent before moving on to the next, were more than enough for Artemis to get an idea of who had at least been her inspiration if not her mentor.&nbsp; She'd been around the likes of Nightwing, Red Hood, and most of the Bat family at some point or another to recognize their marks in how this newcomer handled herself, and quite poorly at that by her estimates, but to be fair, Artemis wasn't an easy person to impress.<br><br>You only got one shot, you screw up once and you end up dead.&nbsp; One of her father's more pointed lessons that she'd actually appreciated, even now as Artemis growled when Spoiler was knocked down before one of her opponents proceeded to use her own ridiculously long rope to subdue her before trying to remove her costume. <strong> "Rookie.&nbsp; Should just leave her there, maybe she'll learn not to get in over her head next time."</strong>&nbsp; If there was a next time, provided the guys down there didn't kill her after they were done with her.&nbsp; That and what of the other two women?&nbsp; She couldn't in good conscience leave them just to prove a point to the new girl.&nbsp; Despite what she'd said aloud, Artemis was already climbing down, nimble as the jungle cat she'd taken her name from as her hand reached up to deactivate the thermal vision about the same time Stephanie's invisibility was deactivated by mistake.<br><br>A practiced flip of her wrist had her blowpipe and a sedative dart loaded as soon as she hit the ground.&nbsp; Moments later, the man on top of Stephanie would feel a slight pince on the back of his neck before he'd fall to the side, dead asleep before he hit the pavement.&nbsp; That left the dumbfounded lookout and his two sidekicks, who were just a little too slow to respond as Artemis charged at them, an orange and black blur.&nbsp; The lookout was next as Tigress spun around him when he tried to take a swing at her head, only to miss, have his arm grabbed, and twisted viciously behind his back.&nbsp; Pushing him away, she used his forward momentum against him as she grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him to the hard concrete before she brought her long black boot down on his chest.&nbsp; He was winded, and knocked unconscious in the span of only a few seconds.&nbsp; By then the other two thugs had forgotten about the two Hispanic women as they rushed her together.<br><br><strong>"Get outta here!"</strong>&nbsp; Tigress growled to the two women just as the glint of steel caught her eye right behind the knife the man on the left pulled.&nbsp; She smirked back in challenge, having faced far more intimidating men in her life.&nbsp; Her hand was a blur as she pulled her miniature crossbow, a clip ready to go, and pulled the trigger.&nbsp; Two bolts sprung free, the first taking the knife from the man's grasp, the other finding a target between his eyes.&nbsp; The arrowhead was dull, non lethal, but his head still snapped back and he too fell to his back in a heap.&nbsp; The fourth took one last look at his allies and tried to run.&nbsp; He only got ten feet before the whistling of a thrown projectile caught up with him before three metal balls tied together entangled themselves around his feet, sending him sprawling to the ground on his face.&nbsp; Artemis was right behind the bola, before she kicked the thug in the side hard enough to put him on his back.&nbsp; Straddling his waist, she slammed her lightly armored fist into his face, silencing his terrified whimpers.&nbsp; Only after she'd stood to her full, impressive height did she address Stephanie directly, her back turned to the half naked girl thinking to play the hero.&nbsp; <strong>"If you can walk, you need to go home before you end up dead.&nbsp; This isn't going to have a happy ending the rate you're going."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 04:50:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Spoiler pushes her attacker off of her and onto his back. She is unable to watch exactly what Artemis has done for her. Steph puts her mask back on. She goes into a rage over what has just happened. Stephanie mounts the unconscious man and proceeds to beat him further. There is an exposition of Stephanie's past, and a small emphasis on where Stephanie's confidence stems from. She turns to Artemis, unsure what she had been told by the woman. Stephanie continues to relax as she stands up to address the other vigilante with respect and full attention. Stephanie mentions that she's having an off night. She thanks Artemis for saving her ass. Stephanie is vein and self-centered and so on...<br><hr><hr><br>In one moment, Stephanie's downfall seemed evident. There was no heart in the man that had taken her down, and stripped her half naked, <em>'he's gonna kill me when he's done.'</em> She could feel it. In the next moment, her attacker was completely asleep, and heavy on top of her. Her adrenaline was dissipating immediately. She could hear other bodies hitting the ground. There was a new person in the alley. Steph was burried by the large man, the sleeping giant. The young, defeated vigilante could hardly move this man's arm in her position. It was awkward, but she was making slow progress. Watching Artemis work was impossible. Steph muscled her way out from under him, too busy to see what Artemis had done for her. She could only tell that some one was helping her. She was too afraid to feel anything else at the given time, including appreciation.<br><br>Her left breast was out of her bra. Once her sleeping opponent was on the ground, flat on his back, she adjusted it back into the black fabric, happy that he had only had time to move it, and hadn't ripped it like he had her tights. It was cold. She was shivering immediately. The fear had caused her to shake with excitement, her body heat was dropping as the blood rushed elsewhere, and pumped more slowly. Stephanie would never forget how cold it was in that alley, very well cold enough to snow, but too dry to fall.<br><br>There were still people flying around and landing on the ground when Stephanie's fear quickly transformed into rage. She looked to her side, holding herself up with one arm, the vision of her sleeping attacker infuriated her into a psychotic state of mind. She saw her father in his clothing, she saw three different bullies from school in his face. She saw the man that tried to rape her when she was thirteen in his actions, and she completely fucking lost it. The Spoiler quickly found, and then pulled her mask over her face, an odd sight without her hood or her cape, and her tights dangling from the bottom of her hips. Her long waving blonde hair was pulled back, and the mask covered most of her head, wrapping well beyond the back of the crown, and closer to the neck. There was a section that wrapped around her throat, and tied around the back, usually under her hair. Stephanie didn't bother to tie that just now.<br><br>She was too busy launching herself onto the unconscious black man. Stephanie drove her naked elbow against his chin as she landed. Mounting him with her legs on either side of his chest, she quickly followed with a series of lefts and rights to the face. Her hands were taped underneath both of her gloves. The left one had been ripped away, and revealed the heavy tape. She was hitting him in every part of the face that she could imagined. Her light, and muscular frame was in no danger of killing him, unless she repeated this process for a few long minutes, or if she decided to pick up one of her batons.<br><br>Stephanie was otherwise preoccupied when Artemis had told her to walk home. But she had heard that the other vigilante had spoken to her. Steph regained her sanity, and placed herself back inside of her body. She had never really lost it like that with anger before, not in such a considerably violent way. Everything had just gone red. It scared her. Stephanie was breathing heavily. Her mostly naked body was beating hot. There was actual steam rising off of her as she collected herself under the safety light above an exit door on her right. She had shaken away her anger, and she looked down at the black man's face, confused and upset with what she had done. Slowly, she turned to her hero for the night.&nbsp; It was an erotic motion, she had a very toned back. When she turned, she had only done so with her shoulders, leaving her hips locked on top of the man below her. A strange confidence seemed to seep off of her like the steam that was coming off of her naked back and shoulders.<br><br>Spoiler had received some advice regarding confidence from her father, and the two girls shared something in that sense. Steph hated her father just as much as Artemis could possibly manage. Arthur Brown's wonderful prose was more of a warning, and less of a lesson. But it served her just the same, <em>"being a weak woman is what people are going to want from you. This (being attacked and nearly raped) is going to happen again. You have to be prepared to handle yourself, and you can't be afraid of personal harm." </em>The Cluemaster had never tried to prepare his daughter for anything. He was not grooming her to be a villain. And he had never so much as talked to her about school or her personal life. It had been strange to watch him become so invested over the attempted rape. He forced her to take martial arts classes after that. She gained unrelenting confidence in school, she was an untouchable bad-ass among her peers. Stephanie had a right hand round-house punch that she liked to use for a knock out punch. It was this confidence that had lead her into that alley in the first place. She had beaten on four men at once before, it was unfortunate that This mysterious vigilante hadn't been there when she had been more successful. <br><br>Of course, it was remarkably good luck that Artemis had been here this time, and not the others. Stephanie was too vein to fully comprehend that.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry. I'm usually not so-" </strong>She was still trying to catch her breathe. Growing more sane and rational in every passing second. Steph rose from her mounted position, and got to her feet.<strong> "I went crazy there for a second." </strong>Stephanie was talking about how many times she had just punched an unconscious man. But, considering what Artemis had just told her to do, she might as well have been talking about the foolish decision she'd made at the moment that she jumped into the alley. <br><br><strong>"I didn't hear you, I was sort of focused and beating that guy senseless."</strong> Stephanie was standing up to Artemis. She had her shoulders back, and her chest out. She was embarrassed but she didn't show it.<strong> "Thanks for saving my ass. I'm <span class="bbc_u">off</span> <em>tonight</em>, for sure."</strong> She was glad to have her mask on. One thing was for sure, Stephanie was in excellent physical shape. Her abdominal muscles were clearly defined. Her ribs were muscular, and covered with a thin healthy layer of padding. She was thin, with long lean features, and a girly shape. But the strength hidden in her compact frame was fairly obvious when she was nude, or close to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 05:29:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 00:49<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>Hearing the repeated sound of a fist meeting a man's face, it didn't take Artemis long to realize that Stephanie, although she didn't know her name yet, hadn't heard a word she'd said long before the other, far less experienced blonde admitted as such.&nbsp; But she didn't stop Steph from beating her attempted rapist into further submission, his face quickly becoming bruised from his ugly lips to overgrown forehead.&nbsp; Artemis recognized the rage, the pain, the frustration, the feeling of helplessness all too easily.&nbsp; She'd been there herself once upon a time, so she let Stephanie beat out her emotional traumas, knowing that despite her well developed if compact muscle mass, she'd run out of energy long before she could do any lasting damage, at least without assistance from her discarded batons anyway.&nbsp; Despite the fact her younger counterpart was busy exercising her demons on the thug's head, Artemis nonchalantly stripped one of the other thugs of his jacket before casually slinging it over one seemingly lightly armored shoulder, and waited for Stephanie to come back to reality.&nbsp; She didn't have to wait long, and she got to enjoy the show of the young blonde's physically fit physique in the meantime.&nbsp; Bisexual as she was, Artemis couldn't help herself as her gray eyes roved over the woman's body, curiosity making her wonder if the curtains matched the drapes.&nbsp; But she didn't act on those impulses, or her curiosity, she had far better control than these animals had exercised already, or rather hadn't exercised.<br><br>She didn't give Spoiler long to get her lame excuses out before tossing the jacket to the girl playing at being a hero.&nbsp; <strong>"Thus you prove my point.&nbsp; You're 'off' tonight?&nbsp; More like you let your ego get in the way of your sense wannabe Mask.&nbsp; You <em>aren't</em> ready for this."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis gestured to the group of common thugs, four morons that had bitten off far more than they could chew when she'd came calling.&nbsp; <strong>"Let's go through the list of your amateur mistakes, rookie, mistakes that could have gotten more than your two friends raped and killed."</strong>&nbsp; Pushing Stephanie against the wall, the elder archer soon stood right in front of her, her near six feet of slender, compact muscles and amble cleavage a hair's breath away from the rookie before her.&nbsp; Not that Stephanie was in a position to enjoy it, since even with her mask on, Tigress's displeasure was easy to see in her gray eyes and the tone of her rough, slightly accented voice.&nbsp; <strong>"One, two hostages you failed to rescue because you were too busy getting your ass handed to you.&nbsp; Two, you didn't ensure big, dumb, and ugly was down before moving onto the other three, letting him grab you and deactivating your fancy belt at the same time.&nbsp; And last but certainly not least, you try to throw that lame excuse that you're 'off' your game?&nbsp; This isn't a <em>game</em> goldie locks.&nbsp; If I hadn't shown up when I had, you'd be dead right now, and we both know it even if you're too vain to admit it out loud.&nbsp; So please, do yourself a favor, go home, get rid of the getup, and don't make this same mistake again.&nbsp; I might not be around to save your sorry ass twice."</strong><br><br>She was being harsh, Artemis knew it, but she was also trying to keep Stephanie alive, no matter her motivations for dressing up in the first place.&nbsp; She held up a hand before she could no doubt throw a counter her way, before letting out a heavy sigh.&nbsp; <strong>"I get it kid, you have an ax to grind, people were shit and you decided you'd had enough.&nbsp; So you took up some rudimentary form of self defense, and started moonlighting as some ninja with a fancy belt.&nbsp; Guess what goldie, it takes a lot more than a piece of tech and a couple of batons to be a hero of any note.&nbsp; It takes years of training, of doing something more than whatever you're trying to accomplish, which I bet is pretty personal, something only you think you can handle.&nbsp; So, is it your dad or mom that's driven you to this?&nbsp; Personal issues are kinda my specialty.</strong>"&nbsp; That was a massive understatement, but Artemis wanted to know that much at least as she backed away, her arms crossed under her chest, her hips cocked to the side.&nbsp; In the cold and the snow, the low light from the nearby street lamps, the shadows cast over her face gave the already imposing Tigress an even more menacing, predatory gleam.&nbsp; It also probably made her more attractive by consequence, but that was for Stephanie to decide upon because personally, Artemis was too pissed at the kid's actions this night to care one way or the other.&nbsp; <strong>"And before you ask, I'm trying to keep you alive.&nbsp; To that end, I'm half tempted to take that damn belt of yours away and smash it to pieces, but hey, I'm feeling generous since your blunder gave me some personal stress relief.&nbsp; So, last chance goldie locks, you can walk away or I can beat you into submission and smash that belt to pieces.&nbsp; Your call.&nbsp; This is me being nice by the way."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 08:19:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div>Stephanie had read this hero all wrong. She should have cowered in a corner, cried and admitted that she was just a little girl with a couple funky gadgets. Her decision to be as confident as possible had backfired on her as well. Stephanie was too distracted to feel the other woman's eyes scanning up and down her body. She had seen her do it, but she figured that the orange and black clad amazonian type blonde was checking her for injuries. As the jacket came toward her, she stuck her hands out to accept it. She could do nothing but hold the jacket in her hand as Tigress launched into a berating monologue full of duly placed passion.<strong> "Thus I prove your--?" </strong>Stephanie had not been allowed to finish her sentence. She withdrew as Artemis' tone became accusatory and she gestured about her at the fallen gang members. <strong>"A wannabe mas--?"</strong> She had been interrupted again. This vigilante was going off on the young Ms. Brown dressed in ripped tights, still freezing, still holding the jacket in front of her like a fool.<br><br>Artemis went through her mistakes one by one, Stephanie realized that she must have been watching the whole thing from start to finish. Tigress closed the distance between them to accentuate her size. Steph stepped backwards against the cold brick. She didn't realize just how well she had designed her costume until then. Her naked back being against the exterior wall in the alley only helped nail the memory deeper and deeper into her mind. She lowered the crooks jacket down to her side and turned her head to one side in stead of trying to talk in the middle of the list.<br><br>Artemis seemed to pause, so The Spoiler tried to interject again, only to be interrupted a third time; <strong>"I never said it was--"</strong> This time Artemis actually put her hand up to really drive the lecture home. Steph actually growled under her breathe, as Artemis continued the verbal assault. <em>'This is starting to get really embarrassing. This bitch is really gonna go there?'</em> she asked herself as the taller woman begin to make things personal, <em>'she doesn't know shit.'</em> Artemis had asked Steph about which of her two parents had inspired her to put on the mask and go out on one personal vendetta after another. Steph wiggled her head and shoulders as if she might have been saying <em>'I don't know,'</em> but she refrained from speaking. She had a feeling that she might frustrate this big bad blonde a little bit by staying quiet when being asked a question.<br><br>It seemed to have worked as the woman turned away and framed herself in the middle of the alley surrounded by unconscious bodies and torn clothing. Stephanie thought to herself as she watched Tigress walk away. <em>'She is a bad ass.'</em> Stephanie had no inclination toward women. At her heart, she aspired to be <em>like</em> this woman, but not be <em>with</em> this woman.<br><br><strong>"Yeah?"</strong> Stephanie finally had a chance to talk. <strong>"This is you being nice. I get that."</strong> It sounded like Stephanie was more interested in the fallen bravaso's well being than she was interested in what kind of version of Tigress she was dealing with. In protest, Stephanie took the criminal's jacket and let it fall into a garbage can beside her. She put her hand against her exposed chest to signify that her heart ached as she spoke again,<strong> "believe me, I'm going home. Sorry to waste your time." </strong>Stephanie walked away from the wall to retrieve her fallen Batons. She also found her hood and her cape laying on the ground beside the dumpster that had been featured in her rape scene. As she was picking them up, she turned to Tigress. <strong>"I'm thankful. Ya know, I have gratitude, I'm graceful. I tried to tell you that I was glad that you saved my life. I'm not challenged, ok. Fact is, I'm a fucking bad ass too. You're way-off."</strong> Stephanie went to put her batons on the small of her back where they belonged, but her device to hold them had been torn away. She quickly made her mind to wrap them in her torn cape.<strong> "I grew up in these streets and I have the right to protect them if I think it's the right thing to do! You're not allowed to just tell people to be some body different. You wear orange, I wear purple. We both fight crime, but were obviously not on the same team. I mean, I get it! I might have died tonight, yeah. But I can bear that weight, ok? I understand the risks. No one's gonna fucking miss me if I get raped and killed. This is where I belong, so, I'm not some great loss to the world if I fuck up again. I'm not your responsibility just because you've been doing this longer than I have." </strong><br><br>The Spoiler walked over to gather her rope and her binoculars from the ground. Once she had collected all of her tools, Stephanie started for the end of the alley. She was a few paces from Tigress, walking toward her slowly, <strong>"I take it your Tigress by the way...Nice to have you in Gotham, I guess."</strong> Pure Sarcasm. She was angry and nothing could stop the bitchiness from coming out of her mouth. <strong>"I'll consider your suggestion, after I'm done making my costume from scratch all over again." </strong>Stephanie snapped at Artemis, plainly informing her that she fully intended on continuing her nightly patrol as The Spoiler. Steph felt that that was it, that their little encounter was over and done with. <br><br>She had been wrong quite a few times tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 19:13:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 00:50<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>Turning to face the wannabe Mask when she finally got a word in edgewise, Tigress felt her left eyebrow shoot up to her hidden hairline when Stephanie tossed the jacket about the same time she started her own tirade.&nbsp; The fact she didn't seem enamored by her physical appearance clued Artemis in to the fact she was a straight shooter, but that was a distant concern at most.&nbsp; Sure little miss ninja was attractive to look at, hell she was downright gorgeous really if Artemis was being completely honest, but again she was too pissed at this blonde bimbo to give her the time of day, especially after she so casually shrugged when she'd asked Stephanie a direct question.&nbsp; There were few things that bugged Artemis more than being ignored or not being given a straight answer.&nbsp; But she let the little girl trying to hold the remnants of her costume together, finish her own tirade before letting a derisive snort escape her lips.<br><br>Turning her back to Spoiler, Tigress couldn't help but snort again as she collected her spent sedative dart from the back of Travis's neck before untying the bola from the other man's legs.&nbsp; When he started to groan softly, coming around despite having hit him pretty solidly once already, Artemis hit him again, harder than before, before tucking both items away into her utility belt.&nbsp; As far as Stephanie was concerned though, Artemis understood far better than she could possibly imagine as she took her time to catch up with the rookie.&nbsp; There was no way she could slip away from the elder hero.&nbsp; For all intents and purposes, she had Stephanie's scent, and short of blinding the gray eyed archer, an impossible task on its own merits, there was little chance of her getting away if she had to chase her down.<br><br>Artemis did have to give Stephanie credit though, making a costume was scratch was nothing to sneeze at.&nbsp; It showed dedication and resolve, but those alone wouldn't help her in the long run without discipline and a lot more training.&nbsp; <strong>"Just so we're clear, I've been training for this since I was five, and not by choice for most of my childhood.&nbsp; I've been running around as Tigress for almost two years, but I went by another name a lot longer, and this city has been my home for just as long.&nbsp; So don't think for a moment you're the only one that knows how dark these streets are Goldie Locks.&nbsp; You're right about one thing though, you're not my responsibility, but I wouldn't be much of a hero if I didn't look after everyone, even dumbasses like yourself who are determined to get themselves killed or worse.&nbsp; So please, spare me the melodrama, I've seen it all before from half baked morons like you more times than I'd care to talk about."</strong><br><br>The fact she lived with an ex con, who also happened to be her mother, was the real reason she was so determined to get Stephanie to give this up before she wound up dead in an alley just like this one, but Artemis wasn't about to tell her that as she grabbed Spoiler by her right upper arm and physically dragged her so that her back was once again against the wall of the alley.&nbsp; <strong>"So tall, blonde, and suicidal, you want to try and play the tough girl act, fine, but I ain't letting this go until you answer my question.&nbsp; Which one was it?&nbsp; Dad, sister, brother, mother?&nbsp; .'Cause while you probably don't care, it was my good ol dad and older sister for me, and I have the scars to prove it.&nbsp; But don't think you're a badass just because you managed to get a few lucky shots in on those buffoons.&nbsp; I've gone up against the likes of Poison Ivy, Killer Frost, the League of Shadows <em>themselves</em> and lived to talk about it.&nbsp; Common street thugs are a dime a dozen girl.&nbsp; Last chance, give this up, or I won't just twist your arm."</strong>&nbsp; Jerking her arm out of her iron like grasp, Artemis crossed her arms again, making it abundantly clear she was only just getting started if Stephanie didn't start using her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 03:26:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div>Things were only gonna get colder for The Spoiler from here.<br><br>Steph rolled her eyes behind her well devised mask, and folded her arms. She considered herself to be very much <em>'done' </em>with this little encounter. It had been a bizarre night, and an unexpected encounter with another vigilante that could have earned Steph some respect on the street had turned into a dangerously violent encounter, and Steph had nearly been the victim of a homicidal rape. She was young, and she was too high on her own horse to realize how close she had come. She knew what danger was, but maturity had needed time to settle in. Artemis could not have been more right. Stephanie wasn't ready to be involved in this world. But here she was, waist deep in the mud and decorated with a purple heart. Steph itched at the back of her neck as Tigress layed into her again, she was was growing exhausted of the sound of Artemis' voice. <em>'She is so fucking bitchy.' </em>Steph couldn't stop herself from thinking as the still clothed girl pushed the unclothed girl against the cold brick wall again. Steph turned her head to the side again, trying to shake off the brunt of what the older woman had said, to calm herself down. It left her looking down the alley at the street, the only exit that was available to her besides slowly climbinb back to the roof. <br><br>It almost felt like Tigress was bating Steph into a confrontation. <em>'Does she want to fight me? What's her deal?'</em> Steph tried to slither away, but to no avail.<strong> "Are you sure?" </strong>Stephanie asked loudly as the Artemis mentioned half-baked morons. Stephanie started to yell at Artemis, trying to talk over the other woman who was still lashing out insults, asking questions, and dishing out little lessons for the younger Spoiler to hear.<br><br><strong>"You're so sure that I'm a half-baked moron. That's rich. I'm honor roll, damnit. I was top of my class! - -&nbsp; Oh! - - And, I'm right about lots of things. The fact that a lot of people know that this part of town sucks is-"</strong> She was interupted by something else had Artemis said that had offended her, <strong>"This isn't an act. I'm pretty but don't take me for a fluff. Listen, Tigress. I've got no reason to tell you why I do what I do. I've got no reason to defend myself, at all really. You want to kick my ass. Go ahead, we're both trying to do the same thing here, break my arm, break my belt, what ever. Just- do -- it--- fast... s-so... I... .... can-" </strong>Steph's angry voice quickly came to a slowing halt. She put her hand in between Artemis' face. She pointed to the end of the alley<br><br><strong>"We got company."</strong> Stephanie could see a large group of men dressed in Bravaso Blue walking down the alley.<br><br>Two of them could see what was happening. There were four bravaso brothers stretched on the ground like murder victims. Two masked women were standing in the alley, arguing, or perhaps pre-coital, from their perspective it was hard to tell. The Bravaso stopped and looked around at each other. A few guns were lifted away from belts and waistbands, the sound of cocking chambers, clips sliding into the stocks of the weapons. Hammer's clicking, revolvers spinning. It filled the air. The man with the most style and the nicest haircut held up his hands. "Hey hey hey. Let's keep those things put away, boys. We got us a couple sexy half dressed vigilantes bitches, and there's like ten of us." Exactly, there were eight. "They're just little girls boys." The obvious leader was practically dancing, his arms were off to the side, he was turning and laughing, facing his back to the girls in the center of the alley. "Let's see if we can figure out what they did to our boys here."<br><br>The guns went back into their holsters, and the Bravaso calmly walked toward Tigress and the Spoiler. <strong>"I got your back,"</strong> she said to Tigress, Spoiler's anger had completely vanished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 04:05:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 00:53<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>Artemis wanted to beat Stephanie's face in, but drawing from personal experience, she knew violence would only push her further into her reckless behavior as her amateurish alter ego.&nbsp; But the young blonde was too puffed up on her own rage and adrenaline to listen to reason, and Artemis wasn't a patient person to begin with.&nbsp; She much preferred action over mere empty words, so she could only shake her head as the young woman began yet another tirade.&nbsp; This was getting old real quick.&nbsp; <strong>"So was I blondie, or near enough save for a bit of trouble in a damn writing class."</strong>&nbsp; That was a whole other deal though as Artemis rolled her eyes as Stephanie tried to defend her actions, again, but some of what she said did give the elder hero pause.&nbsp; Appearances were far from everything, she knew that better than most since she called M'gann a sister and a dear friend.&nbsp; But M'gann actually understood the risks involved with the lives they led, while Stephanie didn't, not yet.&nbsp; If she somehow lived long enough to figure that out, then she'd consider backing off, but that day was a long way off, so Artemis was ready to do what she had to do to keep this idiot alive, even if that meant knocking her down a couple notches.&nbsp; But movement at the end of the alley stopped Artemis from retorting with more than words as she let Spoiler's arm go.&nbsp; It was just as well, because a glance at the goon squad that had entered the alleyway revealed they were in trouble.<br><br>Eight against one, with guns, was nothing to sneeze at, even for her since she hadn't set the battlefield in her favor, but Tigress had been in worse situations than this.&nbsp; Granted, she had either been alone or had had an experienced, trusted friend at her back, but she raised an eyebrow when the eight thugs put their sidearms away.&nbsp; Their comments though had Artemis narrowing her gray eyes in annoyance.&nbsp; <strong>"We are <em>so </em>not a couple."</strong>&nbsp; Artemis retorted sharply, her hands raised in a defensive stance as she let her right leg stretch out behind her, preparing to launch herself at the group.&nbsp; As for the fact she had decided to comment about them being 'together', Artemis let Stephanie take that as she wanted since she honestly didn't care either way, even if a more primal part of the archer's brain wanted to have that pretty face locked between her thighs.&nbsp; At Spoiler's words though, the master archer nodded subtly, agreeing that their argument was put on hold until they were out of danger, but unbeknownst to Stephanie, Artemis wasn't expecting much help from the rookie at her back.&nbsp; She trusted few people, and a rank amateur definitely didn't register so much as a blip on Artemis's radar.&nbsp; Still, at least she had her priorities right, another small, minuscule point in Stephanie's favor.&nbsp; On the other hand, an extra pair of boots on the ground, even if she did end up being more of a distraction than an actual help, was welcome in Artemis's opinion.<br><br>But that didn't stop Artemis from shooting one last, sarcastic comment over her shoulder before she took off.&nbsp; <strong>"Just don't get in my way."</strong>&nbsp; Seconds later, Artemis had left Stephanie's side, having shot forward like a bottle rocket.&nbsp; The eight men didn't know how to react until it was too late as Tigress jumped into their ranks, her right leg leading as she lashed out in a spin in the same direction.&nbsp; One man was on the ground, his jaw broken by the vicious kick, but she hardly paid him a second glance as she continued her lightning quick attack routine.&nbsp; Ducking under a poorly executed left hook, Artemis bent forward and landed a second kick to the offender's face, her left leg bending clear over her own head before she dropped to the ground in a controlled splits just as a third tried to get her in a chokehold.&nbsp; He was soon howling in agony as she countered, having punched him between his legs and smashing his family jewels up into his stomach in the process, or so it probably felt like anyway.&nbsp; Regaining her feet, Artemis ran up the man's doubled over body and kicked off the back of his head with a yell.&nbsp; Flipping through the air, Tigress drew her hand crossbow and fired off two shots, the last of her goons having had the wisdom to pull out his gun when it became clear they were losing to 'one little girl'.&nbsp; He was soon holding his numb wrist, Artemis having put an arrow against his hand before a second slammed into his chest, the dull tip knocking him off his feet.&nbsp; She was on top of him just as quickly when she landed, bringing him up by the front of his shirt to headbutt him with her metallic mask.&nbsp; <em>Four down, four to go.</em>&nbsp; Artemis thought as she jumped to her feet, ready to finish the rest if Stephanie hadn't already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 04:22:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div>As soon as Artemis and Stephanie were apart, and each of them had decided to focus on the more pressing issue; Stephanie had decided how she was going to arm herself. She decided to use her cape as a weapon, and a single baton. She uncoiled the clothing in a dramatic fashion, like a stage performer in the climax of some magic trick. She had taken one baton in her right hand, and she held her cape up with her left arm. The second baton was still being used, under the cape, wrapped thrice, an extension of the fabric. Steph wanted to conceal her body, she felt exposed, mostly. But, also, Stephanie was not in the position to make herself invisible. She could, but it wouldn't have done much good as the two forces approached each other. They knew what direction she was coming from, the element of surprise was gone. Holding her cape in front of her body like a curtain served the purpose of a roman net, but it also concealed her movements from the eyes of her opposition. She liked to misdirect people, it was the most efficient way to deal solid damage to some one quickly.<br><br>Artemis had made it clear that the two masked woman were not involved together, it was an incredibly confusing moment for Steph. She had no idea what the woman was talking about, but she didn't make any motion to shake her head or look to her companion-at-the-moment. <strong>"Yeah. We only kiss to get people's attention."</strong> Stephanie added to the taller blonde's comment. She directed it loudly to the on-coming Bravaso. As she heard the words <em>'don't get in my way.' </em>Steph chuckled to herself, and rolled her eyes without retort. Steph had to admit, this felt good. She was too confident for what was happening. Steph had a disarming quality, but she had never actually seen some one put guns back into their holsters just because she didn't look too assuming or dangerous. <br><br>As Tigress dashed, Steph dashed right after her, basically racing to the pile of blue at the end of the alley. Steph dedicated her energy into picking up her speed, Spoiler matched her step for step and a half. The other blonde was much taller than Steph, but she found herself in good pace. She couldn't catch Artemis, but she had kept up just fine, just two and a half steps behind her. As Artemis went right, Steph went left, and the most beautiful thing that alley had seen in over twelve years started to happen. The two of them accelerated into the fight, Steph even saw two of the men in the jumble back up, <em>'they're intimidated. The leader is a fool.'</em> It felt natural for Steph to take one side as Tigress took the other.<br><br>Steph was hiding her right hand behind her cape, and both of her batons were invisible. The top of her head, and the dark purple of her feet were the only thing one could see behind the cape. Steph charged the first man that she could see. She formed a triangle inside of her cape, and stuck the end of the baton out about one foot, up by her shoulder. As The Spoiler and the first of her bravaso victims collided, the man flew back two feet. She had jabbed him directly in his sternum. He was out of breathe with two cracked ribs. The orange and purple flashed back and forth without crossing, and worked their way through the ranks of the enemy.<br><br>Steph tossed her cape up, holding onto the top. The two men nearest her were struck with the cape. It didn't hurt them, but they were under the impression that she was directly behind it. She was not, Steph had gone low, and had hidden underneath her blinding strike. She could feel the men grab at it, and strike it. At which point she let go. She had slid down on her her hip, and she was looking at four tasty, crackle-ready kneecaps, all planted firmly on the ground, prepared for impact. Steph drive her left heel into one knee, and shattered the ligaments inside. A scream of extraordinary pain echoed off of the walls. Steph continued to use her feet, as she worked her way upwards. The same man suffered a twirling right roundhouse to his other knee. It broke the same way his other one had. Stephanie had one leg in her grasp, the left of the man she had not yet struck. He was falling in the next instant. Steph had grabbed him by the back of his knee, locking his foot agaisnt her ribs. Once she started to spin, the bravaso tumbled forward, slammed his face into the hard concrete, had his leg lifted by the Still spinning Steph, miraculously snapping his quadricep muscle off of his hip, athe exact same moment she elbowed him in the face. He had looked like an accordian, and Steph had looked like a drill, spinning under, behind on top of, and eventually over his body.<br><br>Steph had two men screaming on the ground, and one finding difficult to breathe in record time. Artemis had been able to knock a few of them down as well, four. <strong>"Only one to go."</strong> Stephanie motioned to the only man standing to correct Tigress appropriately. He was cowering against the side of the wall, evidently, the last Bravaso had not been given a gun yet. <strong>"No gun. He's new. they don't let the new ones carry weapons."</strong> Stephanie considered the fight to be over. She had grown up with the Bravaso most of her life, and this was the biggest collection of them she had ever seen. <strong>"That was a lot of Blue hats."</strong> Steph said to Tigress, in a calm voice over the sound of men screaming in agony on the ground. <strong>"Most I've ever seen in one spot. Probably more hanging around. They have a hideout somewhere on this block, I've never been able to find it. I've got a pretty good feeling that it's close to this alley."</strong><br><br>The Spoiler started meandering through the pool of vibrating Bravaso baby-boys on the ground. She was finding their guns, and piling them up a safe distance away. As she checked on, and disarmed the fallen combatants, she couldn't help from feeling a little bit sexy. She was still cold, but her blood was pumping and it wasn't bothering her. The feeling of being exposed wasn't around any more. She felt powerful. Most of the Bravaso's were down and out for the count, one had practically handed her his weapon, handle first. But, there was one blue-hat squirming on the ground. He had caught her attention instantly. <br><br>He was rising slowly, rising with intent. Stephanie was watching,"ahh, cute," she could not restrain herself. Enthralled, she watched him. Steph tried to dance quietly behind him as he rose. He was the one that Artemis had practically castrated, getting up to his knees. And reaching into the back of his jeans. Steph immediately assumed that it was his weapon. It was not an urgent situation. He was moving in slow motion. Stephanie acted quickly, like a young kitten with a ball of string. She pounced down to her knees, and wrapped her arms around the Bravaso, pressing her chest into his. Her hands clutched his arms, and locked them behind his back. Stephanie could feel his pistol. Still only dressed in her sports bra, and low hanging tights. Steph's panties were clearly visible now, even some of her bare leg below the fabric line was sticking out, pale creamy, and visibly soft.<br><br><strong>"You had to hurt this one?"</strong> She asked Tigress quietly. <strong>"He's kind of cute."</strong> Stephanie was looking at the man's face, sizing him up. She was trying to seduce him, but it did not feel like it was working. He looked mad. She could feel him trying for something bold. His body had jerked suddenly, <em>' A headbutt?'</em> Stephanie was right, she dodged back, letting go of his body just enough to avoid the shot. His hand started to come around with his weapon, but Stephanie was just playing around. She clutched his arms again well before he had time to do anything. She gave him a headbutt of her own, and this one made contact right against his nose. It was fastly done, a broken nose. Steph let go with one arm and squeezed with the other. She elbowed him in the neck, his weapon fell to the ground. <strong>"I know. I know." </strong>Steph sounded like a caring girlfriend. <strong>"It's okay baby."</strong> Her left fist drove into his ribs. She reached around his body, and grabbed his right arm. She yanked it hard behind his back and shoved against his left shoulder, easily dislocating his shoulder. He screamed in agony. <strong>"Shh. Shh. It's ok."</strong> Steph snaked to his side, and got behind him, she used his left arm in a choke hold, and she locked it in quickly. <strong>"You're gonna go to sleep now."</strong> Her arms shook against his neck as he struggled against the hole. <strong>"Just go to sleep. Shh, It's ok..."</strong> He was out, presumably, for about five minutes.<br><br>Stephanie let his body drop, cradling his head to keep him from cracking his head open on the concrete. She looked around, and took notice of what Tigress was doing with the final Bravaso. Steph also took into account what the other men on the ground were up to. There were still <em>'a couple more pistols floating around out there,' </em>Steph was sure of it. So she continued to circle the battlefield, as she took the last couple guns out of the equation, she pulled on her rope, and started to feed it into a pile on the ground beside the presumed leader of the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 19:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 00:56<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, the Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>Despite how she felt about the rookie, Artemis had to admit, the kid had some moves.&nbsp; Sure they lacked anything resembling skill in her opinion, but it was apparent that when her mind was focused on the task at hand, Stephanie was not to be underestimated.&nbsp; She wasn't too proud to admit she had done just that as she tool care of her last adversary before taking a moment to watch Stephanie mop up the remainder of the group of blue clad morons.&nbsp; Using her cape as a visual shield was even something close to clever, but Artemis couldn't help but wonder if she'd be so overzealous in its use if someone used the cape to hang her from the nearest street lamp.&nbsp; There was a good reason why most Masks didn't bother with a cape, because they could, under the right circumstances, be used against them.&nbsp; Or worse yer, get caught up in something at the worst possible time.&nbsp; Sure, Batman used a cape, but his served a function beyond looking intimidating.&nbsp; Spoiler's was more for show than practical, but for what she had available to her, she made pretty good use of it.&nbsp; Being literally home grown was strangely enough, adding to her charm and respect in Artemis's mind.<br><br>That respect went out the window, again, when Stephanie proceeded to toy with one of the few conscious bozos left standing.&nbsp; Or rather he had started to get to his feet, but the younger blonde beat him to the punch before proceeding to disarm him, literally and otherwise.&nbsp; The little show she put on was irrelevant to the fact she left herself wide open to attack, that and the simple fact that it bordered on creepy, the way Stephanie sounded almost turned on as she finally choked the man into submission.&nbsp; <em>She's going to get herself killed yet Baby girl.&nbsp; I'd have beaten that showmanship out of her already.&nbsp; Big difference between playing with a still capable opponent and just fucking around.&nbsp; She better figure that out quick before someone takes advantage-Oh wait, someone almost did already./i]</em>&nbsp; As much as she hated to agree with anything her father said, even if the lecture was just born of her subconscious, Artemis knew he was right in this.<br><br>Still, the fact these Bravaso had a hidden lair wasn't news to her.&nbsp; There were too many of the goons for there not to be a base somewhere nearby.&nbsp; "Let's ask them for directions then."&nbsp; Tigress said as she picked up one of the men Stephanie had left on the ground, clutching his broken ribs.&nbsp; Slamming him bodily into the alley wall, the goon let out a fresh scream, but Artemis wasn't paying attention as she slipped her right hand to her collar and activated her voice alteration device, disguising her true vocal patterns while at the same time making what came out next all the more menacing.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm only going to ask this once.&nbsp; Where are you based at?&nbsp; How many are there, and what can I expect once I find your little rat den?&nbsp; Talk, or I'll break the rest of your ribs in your chest!"</strong><br><br>"The Starlight!&nbsp; We're settled in the tunnels underneath the Starlight!"&nbsp; The man cried out, terrified of the murderous gleam in Artemis's gray eyes.&nbsp; "There's at least thirty at the base at any given time.&nbsp; Most of our drug money's stored down there!&nbsp; Please don't kill me!"<br><br><strong>"I'm not the Hood, but I know him.&nbsp; Consider this your first and only warning."</strong>&nbsp; With that, Artemis slammed her forehead against the man's face before letting him slump to the ground at her feet.&nbsp; Deactivating the device in her collar, Artemis took a breath to steady herself.&nbsp; Acting the part of interrogator was never easy since it took a considerable effort not to take things too far.&nbsp; It was far too easy for the unprepared to start beating their suspect senseless, but so far, she'd managed not to cross that line.&nbsp; Turning to Stephanie, she scoffed and started away.&nbsp; <strong>"You might be able to fight, but you're still not anywhere near ready for what you're getting into kid.&nbsp; But if you're determined to keep going, then try and keep up."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 08:41:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div>As Artemis finished up with the Bravaso that she was interogating. Stephanie was listening, still looking around to make sure that no one else was going to try anything. The task was fast becoming a non-action. The eleven Bravaso scattered up and down the alley were all either unconscious or screaming in pain and surrendering in English and Spanish. She had lost interest in the idea of knocking them around any more. So, she glanced at each one, trying to remember their faces, or any of their distinguishing features. A few of them had tatttooes on their necks, a few more had piercings, and scars somewhere on their face. One of them had had all three, and one of them was on his face, a diamond under his left eye.<em> 'What a stupid thing, a tattoo on the face. Who does he think he is?' </em>She made other random observations of the fallen men as she listened to the squealing sound of a man trying to save his own hide. <br><br>It was so regular to her, the sound of some one being beaten for information. Steph was starting to shiver again, her instincts put her on the search for clothes. She managed to spot something that definitely caught her eye. A purple shirt. Most of the Bravaso were wearing blue jeans, blue hats and blue jackets. But, most of them liked to wear black under that. Some of them had the commitment to wear blue undershirts as well. But one of the Bravaso had a shade of purple under his jacket that was the perfect hue and all. He was even a rather small man. Stephanie removed the man's jacket and started to lift his shirt, as he protested, she yelled at him <strong>"You, shut up. I'm not taking your jacket!"</strong> She removed the purple top, a man's dress shirt with long sleeves, and a nice tight fit.<strong> "trying to be a suit, aye kid."</strong> Steph clocked the man in his eye and shook her hand. <strong>"Headstrong... damn."</strong> She had knocked him out, but he had left a sting in her forearm. <br><br>Steph unbuttoned the shirt and removed it from the fallen Bravaso. The spoiler looked around for something else she could wear. She spotted a black hooded sweatshirt on a man that was already knocked out. <strong>"Perfect."</strong> She said to herself as Artemis slammed the Bravaso's head against the wall. Steph had already removed the sweatshirt, and she was slipping the shirt on, buttoning it up when Artemis began to address her. Her chest hugged the fabric tightly, and it made the rest of the shirt fit very well. Even though it was a man's shirt. It was small. Artemis was very busy outwardly doubting the young vigilante. <br><br>Stephanie approached Tigress, holding her hands to the side, the black hooded sweatshirt in her left hand.<strong> "Only one way to leaarn right. I'll follow your lead, cover your back. Don't get all older sister on me. Hell I'm worried about you. Why do you wear bright orange?" </strong>A brief pause.<strong> "And, that's a rhetorical question."</strong> The Spoiler put her arms into the sweatshirt and flipped the hood up onto her head. The Hood wasn't as big as she liked it to be. She was glad that she still had her mask. Steph lifted her arms to observe her new clothes. The sleeves were a little too long for her, but over all, she felt pretty good. <strong>"It'll do for tonight."</strong> <br><br>Steph lowered her arms, and looked up to Tigress with patience in her body language <br><br><strong>"I'm ready to go, just, give me one second."</strong> She had sounded very focused, not at all bratty the way that sounded sometimes. Her following actions were full of foresight. She eventually planned on getting the cops involved, and she didn't want the cops to take her costume for evidence, but she didn't want to carry it around with her as they moved on with the night. <br><br>Steph grabbed the rope that she had taken off, and she gathered up her other things again. Steph wrapped her rope in her torn cape, torn tights, and ripped hood. In a calculated motion, The Hooded Spoiler tossed her belongings onto the roof of a one story building near the center of the alley. <strong>"I'll come back for that later."</strong><br><br>She turned back to Artemis, pulling the hood forward to cover her face. Her long blonde hair invisible under the clothing. She left it unzipped and open to display the purple shirt. Steph was already walking toward the Starlight. She spoke again, directly to Tigress without looking at her at all <strong>"So. Find a basement entrance to The Starlight? Sounds good to me. The place next door is a barbershop, it has a backdoor, the bravaso's get haircuts there all of the time, and hang out for fun. The other neighbor is a laundromat, seems suspicious now.&nbsp; There's also an alley behind the bar, a lot like this one. But, I have a feeling it's trickier than that. I would have found it by now, if it was in an alley." </strong>Stephanie turned her shoulders, and pointed both of the eyes of her mask at the larger blonde.&nbsp; <strong>"I was listening, where do you wanna start?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-12-2015, 01:41:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 00:56<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>While the desire to knock some sense into the kid at her back was still strong, Artemis paused in her tirade to watch her get something halfway decent to cover herself with after her former outfit had been ripped apart.&nbsp; Adaptation, while simplistic in its nature in this case, was still not something to sneeze at.&nbsp; The fact she could think outside the box at all was not something a lot of people could claim of being able to do.&nbsp; Sure it was just a couple articles of clothing, but that and the rest of her somewhat impressive performance, barring her creepy sexy talk to the guy she'd been choking out not too long ago, had been enough to impress Artemis to some extent.&nbsp; As for the fallen men themselves, other than tying them up for the police to find, the elder hero saw no point in worrying about them further as she started for the club the man she'd interrogated had mentioned, before once again Stephanie surprised her again after her little brief tirade.&nbsp; Artemis only shrugged, not about to explain why she had chosen orange and black for her costume to this girl of all people.&nbsp; The fact her mother had ran around in a similar color scheme when she'd still been a criminal was part of it, but that wasn't the exact reason, it had just played a part in her decision.<br><br><strong>"Glad you paid attention at least, might be hope for you yet kid.&nbsp; As for where we start, might as well go the easy route and check out the laundromat.&nbsp; I'd rather avoid anymore fighting until we don't have a choice in the matter."</strong>&nbsp; She still had plenty of arrows and other devices in her belt, but Artemis wasn't in a hurry to rush into a den full of Bravaso ready to put holes in them from head to toe.&nbsp; That and as unexpectedly skilled as Stephanie was, she still had a long way to go before she'd be ready for anything beyond thugs with guns.&nbsp; That said, the elder archer had to admit the potential was there as she took a step back and put a hand on the girl's shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"I know you don't want to hear it, but as I said before, I don't think you should be out here.&nbsp; But, you have the will, and the skill, to become something special.&nbsp; What you lack is the discipline, and actual training.&nbsp; I'd stick with knocking heads together like you've been doing and leave the big threats to people like me and Miss Martian and the other heroes running around out there, at least until you find someone that matches your style of fighting to show you the ropes.&nbsp; For now, let's finish this and see what we find in this little hideout those bozos have around here."</strong>&nbsp; It was the closest Stephanie would ever get to an outright apology for how she'd been acting since they'd met, but a brief flicker of a smirk would still tug at Artemis's lips as she took point, one hand on the katana's hilt on her back, and the other resting on the hand crossbow on her hip, ready to pull either at the drop of a hat.<br><br>As tempted as she was to kick the laundromat door in after Spoiler had tossed the rest of her belongings onto a nearby roof, another point in her favor, Artemis instead looked for a window or some other access point she could use to slip into the building with Stephanie following close behind her.&nbsp; It took a few seconds, but she found a ventilation shaft on the roof, and had the cover pulled off with relative ease after loosening the bolts a bit by sticking her sword's tip between the shaft and the cover.&nbsp; Using her sword as a makeshift lever, she was able to give herself just enough space between the two to squeeze her gloved hands into the space she'd created to pry it off with brute force.&nbsp; Yet she had the forethought to lower the grate onto the roof as silently as she could before jumping inside, feet first.&nbsp; Skidding to a halt just shy of the ceiling vent above the laundromat, reaching to both sides of the shaft and pushing firmly, slowing to a stop before her feet touched the bottom grate, Artemis grinned as she plopped down on the grate, silent as a cat.&nbsp; This was going to be a little trickier, but once again she managed to remove the grate and set it down on one of the many washing machines situated around the main floor without making a sound, using her booted feet like makeshift hands before falling to the ground and landing in a crouch.&nbsp; <strong>"Clear.&nbsp; Come on down."</strong>&nbsp; She called out to Stephanie, already moving to both give the girl space to land and so she could hopefully find a way down to the tunnels that supposedly ran to the Bravaso base underneath the Starlight.<br><br>Having seen most of the secret entrances in Wayne Manor, as well as her time with her father, Artemis knew what to look for in terms of passageways that weren't immediately obvious to the untrained eye.&nbsp; Anything that stood out but wouldn't immediately be looked at, like a fine piece of art in a trash pile, could potentially lead them to what they were looking for.&nbsp; A broken vending machine with a secret lever hidden inside, a cabinet with scratch marks on the floor indicating it was moved on a regular basis, things like that were sure signs they were on the right track.&nbsp; So when Artemis pressed her ear against a seemingly normal appearing brick wall, she smiled knowingly when a breeze tickled her cheek and shook around a few old cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, a breeze that came from behind the wall.&nbsp; <strong>"Gotcha."</strong>&nbsp; She stated smugly, before running her hands along the wall, trying to find the one or more bricks that would activate the secret door.&nbsp; <strong>"Press on the bricks, one of them will sink into the wall and let us into the tunnels beneath this place."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 08:30:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None at the time<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 00:56<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Northwest Gotham - Inside the Laundromat<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Artemis Crock | Tigress<br><br><br><strong>"Thanks Tigress."</strong> Stephanie could hear an apology in anyone's voice. She was skilled at picking up on emotional cues, and she had spied that little smirk, as brief as it was. Steph halted their progress to accept the mostly sincere compliment that she had recieved, <strong>"I know that I need more training. I'll try and play the street scene a little bit closer to the chest. But I'm dedicated. I'm not hanging up my mask for anyone."</strong> She puffed out her chest, her head wiggled against her will as dramatic chills climbed up her back. <br><br>The Hooded Spoiler was forced to rely on improvisation for the time being. Reluctantly, she decided to shove her batons into the open legs of the tights that had now become very loose-about the-waist spandex pants; on the outside of her thighs. It was the only place to keep them that kept her hands free, and she didn't want to go around brandishing her weapons constantly. <br>&nbsp;<br>Steph was finding it incredibly easy to follow the ideas and decisions of an older, more experienced vigilante. The two of them wanted the same thing. One may not have liked the other, at least at first, but they made a fairly decent team up to that point. As the two of them sauntered their way out of the alley with purpose. They looked to be very much like two hardened vigilantes on a mission. Steph couldn't help from feeling invigorated. She had just lost a fight, a fight that could have very well ended her life. But, she felt like it had taught her a valuable lesson. She didn't know what that lesson was yet. But, she still felt like she had grown from it. Being on the losing end back in the alley had fed her a useful bouquet of tools for the moment. They were tools that she didn't know that she was using at all. She was fueled by anger. She was more inspired to destroy the Bravaso stronghold in this part of town. She had decided to be more ruthless when there were eight enemies. Doing real damage to her opponents in order to win a fight was still something that was occurring to her. Impressing them wasn't enough. And her fight with the four men in the alley that Tigress had saved her from was exhibit A of that conviction. <br><br>She had always liked to play with men, and playing with them on the battlefield seemed just as reasonable as playing with them during a sexual encounter or a social situation otherwise. But as Tigress said,<em> 'this isn't a game. I need to fight with purpose. I can't be afraid to hurt people.' </em>Learning was a long process, even though Steph was a fast learner when it came to most things; there was a lot of lessons in the world that she had decided to live in.<br><br>Stephanie scaled the roof beside Artemis. She was a skilled climber, and the well formed core of her body that she had developed did her a lot of favors. With a strong abdomen and back, Steph had the ability to contain great control of her limbs, her balance points, and her endurance. It was an easy climb to get on top of the nearby laundromat, she had used the same path that Tigress had used up the side of the building. It provided an obvious way up, and it conserved energy. Steph tried to make note of that, but she quickly forgot as she focused on being silent. Usually, she assumed that any business was closed at the late hours of the night. But with the new information from the interogation, anyone could have been below her feet. She walked the way that a cat might, slowly, moving her weight without pressing her feet down, and stepping with ghostly paces, careful steps that didn't harness any of her weight. Her shoes did not tap or pop off of the surface below, she was kissing the roof with her shoes, and then flowing in the direction that she was carrying herself.<br><br>Following Artemis down the ventilation shaft was much more tricky. Steph had never really scaled herway downward in a tight space like that without a rope. But, as she did it, she found that she had the muscle groups to imitate Tigress' movements, almost exactly. And she didn't have to lower one of the grates with her feet. Her task was easy. To just be quiet, and she handled that well. Landing was the hardest part. She held herself in the air as long as she could, hanging from the ceiling, lowering slowly. She tried to set herself down the way that some one might lay down a sleeping baby. Her hands lost their grip right before she was ready. But, she recovered with swift weight control and landed softly. She exhaled and lowered herself off of the washing machine.<br><br><strong>"Nice trick with the ventilation shaft. I'll remember that one next time I need to force entry nice and quiet."</strong> She whispered, making sure not to blow their cover with a loud remark about their breach of security <em>'I could use rope to keep from banging around a bit easier too. I love rope.'</em> Being Tigress' shadow had an ease to it that Spoiler was excited to feel. It was a calming endeavor that allowed Steph to focus on the subtleties of her actions instead of the strategy of her decisions. Studying the way that Tigress went about her business was a confidence booster in a way. Steph could see herself taking every step that Artemis was taking. She was decisive, action oriented, she was sneaky, subtle, and damn she was sexy when she did it. Steph hated to think about it; but, <em>'I want to be like Tigress in a lot of different ways.'</em><br><br>The two blondes searched the room together. Stephanie wanted to remove her mask to help with visibility. But she still didn't want this masked woman to get a good long look at her face. There was always the invisibility option, but that wasn't functional at the time otherwise, and Steph felt like it might have been suspicious. <br><br>At first, Steph didn't exactly know what to look for. She<em> had</em> used laundromats to clean her clothes before, for over seven years as a child, going to places just like this one with her mother.<em> 'This might even be one of the places.'</em> She had a good idea of what belonged here, and what didn't. She came to notice something peculiar about one of the walls right when Tigress found the breeze coming through the room in an odd place. <em>'A brick wall? Funny, the rest of the building is made of plaster and wood.'</em><br><br>The Tigress instructed her to look for a switch inside of the wall to open up the secret passageway. Stephanie immediately got to work, and started to push in random bricks that felt like they were in a good place for the arm to go. Her first five tries yielded no response. And, she had already lost track of what bricks she had pressed in and which ones she hadn't. Steph formalized a plan and proceeded with a more systematic approach. <em>'It can be any brick, might as well try every one.'</em> She started in the bottom right corner, and worked her up until she couldn't reach any higher. There were five layers of layered brick that she couldn't reach. So, her system was only just thorough enough to keep looking. <br><br>As the two girls looked for the right brick Stephanie found it within herself to stay quiet. She wanted to talk, excited to be doing this vigilante thing with another person for a change. But, she decided against it. She kept her lips shut, and four hands searched up and down the wall to find the right piece of stone. It happened right when Stephanie felt like she was running out of options, the brick on her left hand budged, and it pushed inward. Steph stopped moving, and looked over to Tigress. <strong>"We might have a winner, here."</strong> She was still whispering. Steph put some muscle into the push, and her whole hand disappeared inside the wall. A quiet <strong>&gt;click&lt;</strong> could be heard from the mechanism in the door, and then a much more obvious <strong>&gt;bang&lt;</strong> as the door came open. A heavy, vault like, hinged door swung into the wall, and a dark flight stairs appeared built in a eerie and narrowly constructed hallway. She spoke with teasing admiration, <strong>"you first, Sunshine."</strong> Stephanie made a motion to the secret door that they had just opened.<br><br>There was no noise coming from the opened passage. There was almost no light source at the bottom, just stairs leading to darkness. Some of the second hand moonlight that was spilling in through the windows of the building was the only assistant arround to give them sight. Steph's heart was racing, she had never been this pumped on a patrol before. It felt like she was actually getting something important done. Saving some one from becoming a victim and a statistic had its own rewards. But, sneaking into the secret lair of a powerful street gang was <em>'some serious bat-man shit. Stay sharp here Steph. This could get real ugly.'</em> Stephanie drew the batons from the sexy ripped sliding spandex pants that she was wearing.<br><br>She looked to Tigress and nodded. Her muscles were starting to twitch, she was on her guard, super-aware of her surroundings and ready to defend herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-12-2015, 00:05:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:07<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Northwest Gotham<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>Artemis didn't respond to Stephanie's declaration that she had no intention of giving up her costume anytime soon.&nbsp; She had figured that out by now, despite the fact she was rightfully worried for the younger blonde woman's chances as she was now.&nbsp; Still, maybe she'd prove the elder archer wrong and end up surviving for a fair bit longer than she figured she would.&nbsp; Besides, Artemis knew she had to start somewhere, and she'd been just as green once upon a time herself.&nbsp; At least Stephanie was smart enough to admit that she needed extra training, that she needed help really, if she wanted a chance to play in the big leagues like her and the rest of the archer's close friends.&nbsp; <strong>"Just be careful then rookie.&nbsp; Another dead Mask is not something I need on my conscience.&nbsp; You wouldn't be the first to think they're ready for this only to end up dead in an alley somewhere, although you at least are able to admit you need some work, so that's a step in the right direction."</strong>&nbsp; It wasn't much of a compliment, but it was certainly better than most of what Artemis had said to the young woman at her side.&nbsp; She was warming up to her, despite having only just met Spoiler that night.&nbsp; That same budding respect and determination to see her succeed grew a bit more when Artemis noted how quick the girl picked up on new tricks.&nbsp; Her improvisation was a useful skill, especially if applied to her fighting techniques, but it was how easily she copied her movements when they moved across the roof and through the ventilation shaft that really caught Artemis's notice.&nbsp; Moving about as light footed and silently as she did wasn't easy by any means, not without practice, so it was nothing to sneeze at when Spoiler managed to do a pretty good job of matching her steps.&nbsp; She still needed practice, until it became second nature, but for the moment Artemis wasn't too worried for their chances on getting the drop on the Bravaso, unless something totally unexpected happened.<br><br>As Batman had once said, no plan ever survives first contact with the enemy, how one adapts said a lot about a person.&nbsp; Artemis had certainly been a part of enough assaults like this to know that was the truth in a nutshell, but she wasn't too concerned with this raid on the Bravaso den since they had so far taken out their fair share of their numbers already.&nbsp; All they had to do was mop up the rest, easy if they continued to work so well together as they'd been doing since the alley.&nbsp; As if to prove Steph was a fast learner, she complimented Artemis's trick with the vent, to which the archer merely shrugged and smirked in response as she started looking around for the secret entrance to the hideout.&nbsp; <strong>"It wasn't as easy as it looked, trust me.&nbsp; But thanks.&nbsp; Would have been easier to do that barefoot, but meh, why make it easy?"</strong>&nbsp; She quipped just as quietly, mindful of the fact they were heading into enemy territory.&nbsp; As for their brick problem, Artemis knew it wouldn't be beyond the average person's ability to reach, so she didn't worry about the very top bricks.&nbsp; It had to be readily available to any of the bozos that came and went through this passageway, so it just made sense that it wouldn't be near the ceiling.&nbsp; And without the presence of a step ladder or a stool of some kind, it only reinforced the idea that the secret switch wouldn't be out of their reach.&nbsp; That still left a fair bit of wall for them to search though.<br><br>Just as she started to wonder if she was wrong, Artemis jerked her head to the side when Spoiler announced she had found it.&nbsp; A wide grin tugged at her visible lips as Stephanie confirmed her suspicions and pushed the brick into the wall, revealing the secret entrance.&nbsp; <strong>"Not bad kid.&nbsp; You might be cut out for this gig after all."</strong>&nbsp; She mused, her gray eyes gleaming as she took the lead at Stephanie's invitation.&nbsp; She had planned to do that anyway, but it was nice to know Spoiler had her head on straight.&nbsp; If things went to shit, it'd give her time to run while Artemis held off the worst of whatever they ran into.&nbsp; As she passed by though, Artemis noticed the way Spoiler's body had tensed up, preparing for whatever they found in the Bravaso base.&nbsp; <strong>"Easy there kid, tension doesn't help.&nbsp; Being free and loose, relaxed, helps far more than worrying about what might happen.&nbsp; Expect the worst, hope for the best, but not to the point you pull something before you even land the first strike."</strong>&nbsp; Most injuries occurred because people were too tense before they went into a brawl rather than any actual punches landed.&nbsp; Artemis's body was loose, springy even as she led the way, having done this so many times it was second nature, but it wasn't just the physical side of things that mattered in this instance.&nbsp; Being fluid in thought and mind, of being able to analyze a situation and adapt as the need arises, that was also key in surviving nearly any situation.&nbsp; Artemis had learned that one the hard way.<br><br>With that thought in mind, Artemis pulled her hand crossbow, hit a small switch on the side, and watched as it unfolded from its collapsed form, ready to start unloading bolts at the pull of the hair trigger as she led with her chosen weapon in hand.&nbsp; Her katana would be a piss poor choice in these cramped tunnels.&nbsp; She'd be lucky if she didn't hit the walls or the ceiling just drawing the sword from her sheath on her back, let alone trying to swing the damn thing.&nbsp; Still, that was why she wasn't a one trick pony, and had multiple ways to defend herself and those at her back, her own senses on high alert as she led the way into the mostly dark tunnel, a few flickering lanterns and bare lightbulbs the only light sources within the myriad of passageways that split up before them.&nbsp; Thankfully, she was prepared for this when she tapped at the side of her mask, before the eyepieces in her tiger mask started to glow a dark red.&nbsp; Pinkish red footprints appeared before her, cooling slowly as time passed, thus changing the thermal patterns from red to yellow, eventually going to green and blue respectively as the natural temperature took hold, erasing the thermal signature altogether.&nbsp; But they still had time as Tigress followed the trial, a smug smirk on her face.&nbsp; <strong>"Might want to invest in thermal vision gear if you plan to do a lot of tunnel exploration kid.&nbsp; Multipurpose masks like mine can go thermal, night vision, or electromagnetic, allowing for a wide range of visual aids depending on the situation.&nbsp; Just throwing that out there."</strong>&nbsp; Having said her piece, Artemis proceeded forward.&nbsp; Her ears had picked up movement ahead of them, distant but there, and she looked over her shoulder, wondering if Spoiler had heard the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 02:55:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Unofficial Tigress sidekick for now<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:08<br><strong>Location:</strong> Under 'Club Starlight' - Gangster hideout. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Artemis Crock | Tigress<br><br><strong>"That's what I keep telling saying." </strong>Steph was whispering still. She had managed to pull of a playful tone through the hushed tones. Tigress had told her that she might just be cut out for this, and she had handled it with playful modesty. She had breathed rapidly, purposefully stiffling her laugh. An audible giggle fought its way into the air with a light flavor of girly distress. <strong>"Thanks."</strong><br><br>The sunset colored blonde had told The Spoiler to calm down. There were some good lessons there, but they were missed on the rambunctious young girl in the hooded sweatshirt. It hadn't done a thing to make her relax. Stephanie had always thrived off of this feeling. This fight or flight, real down and dirty, grimy electric-hot feeling of anticipation. It had been a part of her whole life, from childhood to more recent times. Real threats, empty threats, espionage, battle; she craved it when she was in her room every night. To her, the urge to be anxious and excited was the city calling out to her, for her to go out and help. It was a prideful feeling. So, when Tigress turned away from her to go down the tunnel; Stephanie flexed her left hand three times in a form of quiet rebellion. Firther, her shoulders wiggled, her head moved from side to side, and she stretched her neck out.<br><br>With careful footsteps. Stephanie followed closely. As the two of them proceeded toward a hazy noise, a distant clatter; The Spoiler only became sharper. If she was truly gifted at anything, it was practical stealth movement. high stress only gave her a better grasp of her own body. Pressure turned her into a diabolical athlete capable of wild precision. She was as quiet as a shadow as she lurched and cat-stepped her way in Tigress' footsteps.<br><br>As the adult in the hall pulled one of her weapons out, Stephanie took a moment to put one of her batons away. With this close space, she liked the idea of having a free hand. Steph's eyes were adjusting to the faint light. There was a very expensive fabric in the eyes of her mask that she could only acquire in a tech shop for people who built their own inventions. It was a highly porous polymer that sensed light change. It didn't enhance Stephanie's vision, but it did nothing to alter it. It was so tight that it moved with her face, and the mask had expressive properties as it reflected and absorbed light around her. Navigating the tunnels were no problem.<br><br>the low volume of traffic bothered her though. It was almost like they were using a tunnel that most of the gang had never been told about, like it was the bosses personal tunnel. She was wrong about that, not even the higher ups of the Bravaso used this very often. For the laundromat had once been the main front for the Bravaso in this part of town, and over the last few months, the Starlight had taken that title away in impressive fashion. Only a few people were here in this tunnel throughout the day, older members of the gang with nostalgia in their hearts. Luckily, one had been through recently. Steph didn't know that they were actually following footsteps, but it felt like Tigress knew exactly where she was going.<br><br>And that was likely due to the gadget over her eyes that was glowing bright red. She was even talking about it to her unbeknownst protege.<br><br>the noise in the background was getting louder as they walked toward it, and voices had started to mix in clearly with the din. <strong>"I'll get that with my next paycheck from the rocket science factory." </strong>Stephanie wanted other gadgets beside her belt. She wanted thermal goggles, and a real grappling gun, she wanted a police blotter in her ear, she wanted a cool Spoiler-mobile and Spoiler-board that hovered through the air. <strong>"Or I can just call my research and development team. I don't know why they haven't worked on it."</strong> If Tigress felt confident in their privacy enough to dish out a lesson, then Spoiler felt like she had the time to be sarcastic.<br><br>They had turned a couple more corners, a few more dim lights had gone overhead and underfeet. Steph could feel them closing in on their targets. As Tigress looked back to Spoiler, Steph took this as an opportunity to show Tigress that she was about to go invisible. Spoiler nodded her head with her hand on her waist, and in the next moment, she vanished completely. She blended into the shadows and continued to walk without a sound.<strong> "I'm right behind you." </strong>Stephanie whispered to keep Tigress moving forward. She didn't want to take the lead, even if she was intangible to the naked eye.<br><br>Two or three more corners later and three Bravaso came into view at the end of the hallway, and on the other side of an open door. They were about thirteen feet away. They were not standing guard, but they might as well have been. Two of them had a beer in their hand leaning against the door frame on other side; facing away. And one more with a cigarette burning and a blue plastic cup, telling a story in Spanish. The two with the beers were laughing and slapping at their knees. Light was spilling from two rooms that were both at the other end of the hallway as well. It sounded like each room had about five more gangsters inside.<em> 'Probably about ten or fifteen total.' </em>If one were to attack the three in the center, then the other two rooms would see it all. It was a tricky approach. Spoiler looked to Tigress to see what the experienced crime-fighter had in mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 22:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League, unofficial mentor for Stephanie Brown, the Spoiler<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:09 (1:09 AM)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Northwest Gotham.&nbsp; Under Club Starlight, entering the Bravaso stronghold<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>This was reckless by normal people's standards, if not outright suicidal, but at the same time, Artemis understood why Stephanie was finding it so hard to take this situation as seriously as she should, at least in the elder archer's opinion despite Stephanie's earlier argument to the contrary.&nbsp; That said, if she'd been aware of the exact reason she was out here, risking her life against your average street gang, Artemis wouldn't have thought so harshly of her in the first place.&nbsp; That aside, there was definite excitement to be had, a rush unlike any other when it came to putting one's life on the line for a good cause, but Artemis understood the danger far better than her unexpected sidekick did.&nbsp; A fact she could see plain as day on the girl's masked face despite her rather poor efforts to contain her glee.&nbsp; Instead of commenting on that, Artemis shrugged, <strong>"Thank me if we make it out of this in one piece."</strong>&nbsp; She said, hoping to drive the point home that they were still neck deep in shit, and that one bad move could spell the end for one or both of them.&nbsp; Only time would tell if she actually succeeded in getting through Stephanie's thick skull, but for now she simply proceeded forward with Spoiler acting as rear guard, their steps and words as silent as they could manage it.&nbsp; And while she'd never admit it, Artemis was starting to enjoy having a shadow at her back, someone to share these little moments with even if said partner was a straight shooter.&nbsp; Still, you couldn't have everything, and she didn't make it a habit of molesting 'kids' anyway, and Steph was most definitely too young for her liking, at least as a romantic interest anyway.&nbsp; As a friend, a partner, a fellow crime fighter, provided she lived that long, those things Artemis was alright with.<br><br>Ignoring Stephanie's running commentary as they approached the main entrance to the gangster's hideout, Artemis took one look at the general layout she could see from their hiding spot and let out a curse in Vietnamese.&nbsp; She had to give them this much credit, they had arranged themselves in such a way that there would be little chance of them sneaking through undetected, not without running into one or more of them at any given time.&nbsp; Despite this potential glitch in their plan, Artemis nodded when she turned to face Spoiler, and felt strangely reassured by the fact she had her at her side for this little adventure as she went invisible.&nbsp; That belt really was a fancy piece of tech, she had to give Stephanie that.&nbsp; There was only one other person she knew that could come close to mimicking the effects of the younger blonde's tech, but M'gann's version of active camouflage wasn't true invisibility, not like Spoiler's anyway.&nbsp; That said, a quick thermal scan revealed Stephanie was still at her side, which Artemis filed away for future reference as she considered their options while pulling out a clip full of sedative darts for her hand crossbow.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright, we're gonna have to draw them out.&nbsp; The only way we're getting in there without alerting the rest of them right away that we're here.&nbsp; I can put them to sleep with my darts, but I can only hit so many of them at a time, and I'd rather not have ten or more people hit us at the same time.&nbsp; So we'll have to take them down in small groups, and hope we can keep them distracted, off balance as much as possible.&nbsp; I don't expect this to be easy, or even quick if we do this right, but it's either that or we get riddled full of holes."</strong><br><br>Translation, they'd have to take this slowly, a couple of the goons at a time, so there wouldn't be a lot of jumping around, bashing heads together anymore.&nbsp; From here on out, they were as ghosts in this network of tunnels.&nbsp; If Stephanie couldn't understand that, then Artemis would leave her right there to fend for herself, the expression on her masked face and the way her eyes narrowed said as much anyway as she took a steadying breath before raising her crossbow to eye level, the end pointed towards the ceiling as she held it up by her face.&nbsp; <strong>"I need you to distract them, make them come wandering down the hall away from the main area.&nbsp; That way we can pick them off without the others being immediately aware of it.&nbsp; Think you can handle that?"</strong>&nbsp; While it wasn't the most straightforward of plans, it was certainly better than what she usually did on a given night.&nbsp; That and having an invisible fly on the wall gave them a distinct advantage Artemis couldn't have duplicated on her best night without her belt anyway.&nbsp; Backing away further into the dark tunnels once she was sure Stephanie had started forward, Artemis made it a point to smash the lightbulbs and snuff out the lanterns, casting the entire tunnel in pitch darkness, where she waited, like a tiger preparing to jump on her unsuspecting prey.&nbsp; The only hint of her presence would be the light of her red eyepieces, an eerie image in an otherwise pitch black tunnel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 03:52:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Unofficial Tigress sidekick for now<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Under 'Club Starlight' - Gangster hideout. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Artemis Crock | Tigress<br><br>Steph couldn't find space in her thought process to make time to comment on Artemis' remark about getting out of this place alive. In Stephanie's mind the good guys came on out on top if they were dedicated, perceptive, and intelligent. She knew for a fact that she was two of those things. And Tigress made up for the lack of intelligence that Stephanie represented. As Steph stood near the crouching shape of Tigress. The hiding place was low lit and cover was available, created by heavy crates. The Invisible Hooded Spoiler looked down the hall at their enemies chatting and laughing the night away.<em> 'losers.'</em> Steph thought, clenching her empty fist and changing the grip on her baton.<br><br>Steph crouched down with Artemis when the veteran started to explain the circumstances and the plan.<strong> "Got it."</strong> Steph said. <strong>"Bad odds are bad." </strong>She lowered to one knee and put her chin in her hand, trying to imagine the battle field, and put together some kind of plan. <strong>"I'm following you so far." </strong>Her gentle whispers were barely more than breathe. She was staring into Tigress' red eyes, the adrenaline was still pumping. Her leg was starting to bounce, completely quiet, but eager to move.<br><br>When Tigress told her that it was up to the invisible girl to distract and split up the Bravaso. She smiled under her mask.<strong> "Oh yeah. You can count on it." </strong>Steph had never had such a good opportunity to show off her stuff. A real hero was watching her do her thing. The infrared goggle inside of Artemis' eyepiece would let her see through walls. She would be able to watch everything. <strong>"Might not be able to heard 'em, but I'll take em out of position."</strong> Stephanie flicked her baton around her hand once, a tick to keep her focused, to remind herself that she was armed, muscle memory, experience. Steph knew how to fight, and she knew how to use her invisibility to her advantage. She had been a fool in the alley. But, now, with a bigger test, she didn't feel as reckless, or nearly as emotional.<br><br>The lights went out around Spoiler as she stalked down the hall with silent steps. Four paces in, only a few heartbeats, nothing had changed. She steadied herself and flicked her baton again, still walking forward.<br><br>At twelve paces, only four feet from the three doors, and consequently, the three Mexican men. One of the men turned directly to Steph, he looked right at her. Their conversation stopped for a moment.<em> 'No way.' </em>Steph thought. "What's the matter, my friend?" The smoker asked him in thick Spanish. "I don't know," the man answered in a tongue just as heavy. The nervous man continued, "I thought I saw someone there, kinda like right to my side," right where Steph was standing. "Nevermind, I'm just too high man." They spoke to each other in a jumble again, and laughed in Spanish accents.<br><br>Steph shook her head once.<br><br>She checked the room to the left, the south. First, it was actually not a door, just an open space. Nothing had been attached to the hinges. Drugs were all over the place, and every form of narcotic in the book. there were five men, two white monsters, each over six foot and well over 250 pounds, one man of color with a jovial expression on his face, laughing and telling a story. finally, two more of Hispanic persuasion that were speaking together in their native language, ignoring the talkative man in the center of the room. They were all counting money, pot smoke was in the air, and over a dozen beer bottles were littered around the table that they were using together. Steph nodded her head and went to the other side of the hall quietly. <br><br>She approached the door to the north of the three Hispanic men talking in the center. The Northern door-frame had a door that swung into the room when open. Steph took one step in, and grabbed the door by the handle with her free hand to lean in. Taking a peek inside, she saw four men, all of them looked mean, two more Mexican men, and two white men with very thin faces. They were playing cards; drinking clear, authentic, south-of-the-border, real mama-sita Tequila and smoking more, in fact; mass amounts of what was most likely marijuana. <em>'It smells like it.' </em>Steph slowly started to close the door. She checked every direction, and only one man seemed to notice. The three conversing in the hall were conversing again, distracted. No one from the southern room had a chance of seeing the motion. But, a man from the far side of the poker table was staring at the door as it closed slowly with terror in his eyes.<br><br>He had a cross around his neck, he was slowly reaching for it. Stephanie smiled, and went into motion quickly. She slammed the door as hard as she could, she quickly spun on her heel, and threw a backhand baton strike directly into the Bravaso that had felt her approaching before. Blood sprayed from his nose and two of his teeth were knocked loose. The door slamming made everyone who could see it jump. Stephanie leaped away from the action across the hall and into the room full of money counters. She landed with grace, and looked up to see the five men with confusion on their faces. "What was that?" One of them asked, utterly uninformed.<br><br>There was one man with a broken nose crying, and six confused individuals. "We don't know, man," One of the three in the hallway said. "There was nothing, but the door man." - "Yeah yeah, and Oscar is bleeding, amigo, come look." <br><br>Steph was circling around the southern room. "The fuck..."One of the large white monsters stood up from the table and walked right passed Steph as she hugged the wall and took careful motions to stay quiet. He entered the door way and looked around him"Oh shit." His reaction to 'Oscar's dismembered nose.' "Who did this?"<br><br>"That's what we were trying to say man. Fucking no body did. It just happened." By this time, all four of the men from the poker table were standing, and walking over to the door. In the other room. Two of the other men had found a good place to stop counting. They rose to check on the action as well. One of the white monsters and the talkative black man were left alone. The northern door opened and all the rest were standing over Oscar as he cried about his bleeding face. Stephanie was confident. This wasn't going exactly as planned, but she was in a great position, none of them knew what was going on.<br><br>Steph stood behind the seated white monster, still counting money. She lifted her baton, and lowered it slowly, lifted it again, and tested her back. The man looked up from the table, but not behind him. He had thought that he had heard something. He had; Steph's clothing had rubbed together. As son as he moved, Steph through a humongous overhand right directly against the man's bald white head. Her baton crashed against his skull. His eyes rolled back into his head. Steph acted quickly. <br><br>She lowered herself and continued her work on this opponent. Steph locked a choke-hold on the seated bald body builder. She used both of her arms, and lifted him out of his chair by his neck. the talkative man on the other side of the table started screaming. Stephanie wasn't strong enough to lift him off of the ground, but, as he went to sleep from the hold, she was pulling him backwards, away from the table. His chair fell over to the side of its own accord, seemingly. She kept pulling him backwards, unconscious. The black man jumped out of his chair. "What the fuck! What the fuck!" <br><br>Two of the Mexican men from the northern room had already mentioned a ghost. And now, the other two from the southern room were watching someone being pulled backwards by no one. It was enough to scare the superstitious Bravaso away. Four of them fled the horrifying scene, two of them went deeper into the compound, and two of them came right down the hallway, right at Tigress.<br><br>Once Steph had taken out the large Bravaso, she distanced herself from his body, and tried to quietly sneak up on the last man in the room. He had drew his pistol, but he wasn't pointing it at anything. <br><br>Steph was slowly walking toward him, absolute silence in the room. <br><br>She was in range, he still hadn't heard her. <br><br>She took one more step to get in close. <em>'I'm in,'</em> Stephgrabbed his arm and aimed his gun in the air. Lowering the boom on his head, she slapped his face and the crown of his skull with her weapon with three fast swings, <strong>&gt;Whap - Whap - Whap&lt;</strong> Her baton bounced off with sickening crunches. The pistol went off twice. Enough to turn attention to the southern room completely. <br><br>Half of the men looked in while the rest of them looked behind them. The black man that she had beaten half silly was hanging by her grip on his gun arm. The wrist was limp, his gun fell to the ground, and fired a third time. The stray bullet did no damage, sinking into the dirt beyond the southern wall. He was stumbling to and fro. Steph was holding him. The men watching were horrified, they wanted to help, but they didn't know what was happening. Her most recent victim was bleeding from his nose, and a gash in his head, and he looked like might have been possessed, swaying in one direction and then the other like a zombie being controlled by a distant wizard.<br><br>Steph stuck her baton into his gut, gripped him with her other hand, twirled with him and then tossed him up against the wall. The men shouted, and one more decided not to participate. He ran away from Tigress, deeper into the compound.<br><br>The Spoiler felt like she had done a great job. She backed up to the corner of the room full of drugs and money, waiting to see another opening. With all of them together in the hall, confused, she wanted to let some time pass before she made her next move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 01:29:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League, unofficial mentor for Stephanie Brown, the Spoiler<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:14 (1:09 AM)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Northwest Gotham.&nbsp; Under Club Starlight, entering the Bravaso stronghold<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><strong>Scene Music:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wishing she had remembered her IPod</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6VJQZxeWNY</div></div><br>Artemis watched as Spoiler slunk down the hallway, literally a ghost in the works given her invisiblity belt.&nbsp; Maybe she had been too hard on her earlier?&nbsp; A thought that was becoming increasingly prevelant the more she learned about this young Mask.&nbsp; Inexperienced as she was, she had already proven a quick study, and she had a confidence about her that was hard to ignore, as well as a willingness to put herself in danger, even if their first encounter hadn't exactly been under favorable conditions.&nbsp; So Artemis watched with her thermal enhanced vision, and waited for an opening in the Bravaso's lines.&nbsp; Unaware she had done so until a soft whoosh of air escaped her, Artemis had sucked in a breath when Spoiler got close to the four men, and one of them looked right at her.&nbsp; Even she had been fooled into thinking she'd been spotted for a moment, but when the man let out a nervous chuckle and continued talking as if nothing was amiss, Artemis immediately relaxed.&nbsp; She was starting to get a little jealous of Stephanie's fancy belt, but she pushed that to the side as she casually leaned against the wall of the darkened tunnel, her arms crossed with her crossbow hanging loosely in her hand.&nbsp; She was as concealed as she'd get without literally ducking into one of the side tunnels until the real test began for both of them.<br><br>Once Stephanie had slipped past the four guards out front, Artemis raised an eyebrow as she watched the red and orange humanoid blob on her thermal scan stop by what she took to be a door and slowly shut it.&nbsp; A distraction, and one that paid dividends as she used it to grand effect to cause a bit of chaos among the group of men inside the room.&nbsp; The baton strike was perfectly executed, as was the panic she wrought with such a simple action as slamming a door before proceeding to lay into the group, one of which if Artemis was any judge, was more than a little superstitious when she watched his hand go for something around his neck before the fear and surprise settled in on the poker players.&nbsp; A religious symbol most likely, not surprising considering where these guys normally hailed from before coming to the states.&nbsp; Either way, it wouldn't help him here as Spoiler proceeded to go to town.&nbsp; In a way, watching her as she left one room only to start the process of sowing panic and knocking a few more heads together was like watching Batman at work, admittedly a far less intimidating form of the Dark Knight, but the fact none of these Bravaso thugs could see their assailant worked far more in her favor than anything.&nbsp; Again Artemis had to fight back a bit of jealousy at how easily she sent them into a mass panic, four of them breaking away, two of which were heading right towards her hiding spot.&nbsp; That said, the archer also knew that without a lot of training, Spoiler would lose her distinct advantage if her belt ever malfunctioned or if she ran into an opponent that was much braver and less prone to superstitious nonsense than these guys were.<br><br>But those were thoughts for another time as Artemis crouched down, tapped at the modulator in her collar, and grinned as she flashed her eyepieces, filling the hallway directly in front of her with two red demonic looking beams.&nbsp; It was enough for the two Bravaso that Stephanie had sent her way to stumble and slide to a stop mere feet away from the archer before they started to head back the way they had come.&nbsp; Too late, they soon had two sedative darts sticking out of them, and they fell unconscious at her feet, giving out the occasional terrified whimper as the last thing they'd seen were two glowing red eyes in the dark.&nbsp; Stephanie wasn't the only one that could play on man's irrational fears and night terrors, she just didn't rely on an invisibility belt to get the job done.&nbsp; That said, she waited for more openings to present themselves, half tempted to pursue the few thugs that had since fled down other passageways by the time she'd dealt with the two men at her feet as Stephanie continued her reign of invisible terror.&nbsp; Once the gun went off though, Tigress stalked into the hideout proper herself, her crossbow leading.&nbsp; A quick scan of the room where Spoiler had disappeared said she was fine, but gunfire could potentially draw in more enemies, or alert someone topside that there was trouble happening, drawing the GCPD to their location.&nbsp; Both scenarios didn't sit well with Artemis, although the latter would have been preferred in all honesty, so she immediately went to work.<br><br>Shooting out lights as she went through the front door, the remaining guards at the door didn't see her approach as light bulbs exploded, further enhancing the panic already thick in the air.&nbsp; It was a distraction on her part as Artemis silently ran among their ranks.&nbsp; They never saw her coming until it was far too late to stop her.&nbsp; One man turned towards the hallway she had just come from to receive a boot to his face, his body slamming into the wall hard enough to render him unconscious in a boneless heap on his ass while his partner, already terrified from the sound of gunfire and screams coming from inside their den, had all of two seconds to see the demonic glowing eyes of Tigress's mask before he was struck in the throat with her free hand.&nbsp; Sputtering as he grasped at his bruised throat, Artemis drove her knee into his gut, and grabbed the back of his shirt to flip him over her body before she stomped on his chest as she'd done not too long ago in the alleyway to another of the Bravaso.&nbsp; She wasted no time in proceeding deeper, crossbow leading as she turned to the former poker party room.&nbsp; To aid in her silent approach, she tossed in a few dense smoke pellets into the room, creating her own chaos and terror as smoke quickly filled the room once she had kicked the door open hard enough to startle everyone still inside, their bleeding companion included.&nbsp; She smirked to herself as their whimpers and cries filtered into the hallway, and she let them stew for a few seconds, making them wonder if something worse was in store before she ran in.&nbsp; The downed Bravaso was first as she kicked him across the face, knocking him out cold before she vaulted onto the table, grabbing the closest of the terrified thugs and slamming him into the table's edge, head first.<br><br>Rolling down his back, she lashed out with her long legs, catching the last two right in the chest and head respectively before firing over her shoulder just as the third door man rushed into the room.&nbsp; Depressingly easy, but a workout all the same as her sedative dart found a new home in the man's chest while at the same time the velocity of the dart forced him back several steps before he fell on his back.&nbsp; Satisfied with her handwork here, she decided to rejoin Spoiler in the money counting room, where a large collection of the Bravaso's drugs were also stashed.&nbsp; <strong>"Miss me?"</strong>&nbsp; Artemis asked, seeming to materialize out of thin air behind the younger blonde.&nbsp; <strong>"Not bad out there by the way.&nbsp; Certainly made it easy for me to mop up most of the stragglers."</strong>&nbsp; She mused softly, mindful of the fact there were still the chance of other goons lurking deeper in the base, outside of the runners that had already fled in that direction.&nbsp; They still needed to take down the leader as well, provided they were there of course.&nbsp; That said, Artemis wasted no time in nodding to the rest of the complex, hoping Spoiler was still up for a bit more exercise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 05:27:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Unofficial Tigress sidekick for now<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:11<br><strong>Location:</strong> Under 'Club Starlight' - Gangster hideout. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Artemis Crock | Tigress<br><br>Steph was a rare breed. She was disarming and intimidating, usually at the same time. The mixture of her angelic face, her well-shaped body, her aggressive body language, and her headstrong tenacity had created a confounding individual. So, in turn, The Spoiler was a rare kind of hero. She had always looked up to The batman. But she had never once envisioned herself as a batgirl, or a batwoman. From the start, The Spoiler was supposed to let men think that there plans were working. And then, at the worst possible moment, she would make sure that every thing went to hell in a handbasket. She had wanted to Spoil the plans of evil men. Steph was trained to kill a man, yet she had not taken a life. The addition of the belt had given her yet another confounding quality. The Spoiler was a rare breed too.<br><br>Her heart rate was still pounding. She had not heard the popping lightbulbs, as Artemis was racing down the hallway. But Steph could see the lights going out above the heads of the men in the hall. <em>'Brilliant.'</em> The two of them had the potential to move through this entire facility as ghosts, silent vigilantes in the den of the Bravaso Blues. Steph was starting to get chills. There was a television running in the count-room, and there was an overhead light that Artemis could not have physically aimed for. So Steph had just enough light to see what was going on. Artemis had almost been efficient enough to take all of the remaining enemies out at one time, but Steph was still invisible, and her opening came quickly. One man was backing up out of the hall and into Spoiler's quiet room.<br><br>He felt like he might have been safe. In his mind, there was only one entity.<br><br>Tigress was kicking ass and ignoring names. Steph decided to do the same thing. She made no more effort to hide the sound of her movement anymore. Steph took seven rapid steps, each foot hitting the ground with high knees and much authority, <strong>&gt;tuump -- tuump - tuump - tuump - tuumptuumptuump&lt;</strong> Steph was charging. Hoping for him to hear her coming and turn around. She switched the baton to her left hand. The Bravaso turned around in confusion and fear. She was still intangible to the naked eye. Steph leaped, braced her right palm against the base of the baton and slammed into into the man's exposed face. Hand eye coordination was difficult when invisible, but it wasn't impossible. She had made a clean shot, and had completely knocked him out cold.<br><br>Tigress was annihilating the men in the poker room. Steph had time to look at the television. It drew her attention in a way that she had no way of controlling. There were tiny little people moving on a screen, an action movie that Steph had never seen. Men were dying in bloody messes. It was odd to look, she felt a sense of confusion, as if the television should have never been on. She felt guilty just leaving it there, as if it had been witness to years of nothing but ugly death. She looked away after two and a half seconds or so, utterly shaken. She returned to reality, and checked what was directly behind her. <em>'Nothing.'</em> Her eyes nearly drifted back to the screen, but she had regained focus, now.<br><br>She switched the baton back to her right hand and started toward the poker room. Well, her hips turned, and she took one step. But, Steph quickly hopped back into the counting room. She needed to take a moment to check if all of the men that she had beaten were still down. <em>'I bet that muscly bastard is gonna wake up any time.'</em> Steph didn't feel like walking over and giving him head trauma, or choking him further and risk killing him.<em> 'I need to start carrying handcuffs. That's what I need. Those are sort of loud though. Heavy zip ties...'</em> Steph put her baton back into the leg of her tights as she was crossing the room slowly. She thought about her rope situation deeply.<br><br>That's about when Tigress entered. Steph walked over to the television and unplugged it.&nbsp; It was an old tube set. A constant ringing had stopped when she had pulled the power. She clicked the button on her belt, and looked at the older girl. She pointed to the light above her head. <strong>"Thanks for leaving one on. I mean." </strong>Steph looked at the door way, and tried to get an angle on it, <strong>"you might have been able to get it, but I'd like to think that you left it on just for me."</strong> Steph put her foot on the tv set and she ripped the cord out of the back. She had made a rope of a&nbsp; power cord.<br><br>Steph rolled the heavy bastard over, and mounted his buttocks, pulling his arms into play behind him, and under her control. She looked over to Artemis as she wrapped his arms up with the cord. <strong>"This one is big, I'm worried that he might be more inclined to do something drastic if he wakes up. We're kicking ass so far. "</strong> Steph had used a well made and complicated knot. She sat up and slapped at her hands to signify that she was finished with that task. <strong>"I think we can keep this up. Sorry about the gun. I did what I could to get him to keep from pulling the trigger, but... he insisted... twice."</strong> Steph walked up to the door, and checked outside. There was no one really moving, it was a fascinating sight. And, there was no one incoming. <strong>"Seems good for now. We should probably expect more soon?" </strong>She turned back to Tigress and crossed her arms under her breasts, standing with a cocksure stance, and an upturned nose. She meant nothing by it, it was just how The Spoiler liked to stand.<strong> "Deeper into the hive right? gotta find the Queen Bee?" </strong><br><br>Steph looked around at all of the money and the drugs in the room. She checked the walls and didn't see any surveillance equipment.<strong> "Ya think they'd consider going to the bank. More Cameras."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 06:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League, unofficial mentor for Stephanie Brown, the Spoiler<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:14 (1:14 AM)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Northwest Gotham.&nbsp; Under Club Starlight, the Bravaso stronghold<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><strong>Scene Music:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wishing she had remembered her IPod</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6VJQZxeWNY</div></div><br>It wasn't every day Artemis admitted she was wrong about someone, but she wasn't so bloated with pride or her own ego that she couldn't admit to such a seemingly yet important thing.&nbsp; Spoiler was starting to warm up to the elder archer with the way she'd handled herself.&nbsp; Yes she still needed a lot of experience and training, but Artemis had been wrong about her not being ready to be out here.&nbsp; She wasn't ready to go up against the likes of Killer Croc, Two-Face, or anyone else of note, but common thugs, gang bangers?&nbsp; So long as she exercised caution and took the practical lessons she'd learned tonight to heart, Artemis could see her being quite formidable in her own right as they finished off the last of the guards out front and within the first few rooms of the Bravaso stronghold.<br><br>So she shrugged and smirked, revealing her more playful, relaxed nature for a moment when they regrouped, Artemis having missed her brief lapse upon looking at the TV before she unplugged it.&nbsp; What was it with this kid and ropes?&nbsp; She put that thought on the back burner and instead addressed her directly.&nbsp; <strong>"Couldn't leave you in the dark now could I?&nbsp; 'Sides, you can't see in the dark like some people."</strong>&nbsp; A little self deprecating humor went a long way to easing the tension between them, what tension was left by this point given how well they had worked together so far.&nbsp; Nodding in approval at Spoiler's tie job, she crossed her arms and cocked her left hip to the side as Stephanie continued to talk.&nbsp; Waving off the apology regarding the gun going off, Artemis started for the last of the Bravaso stronghold, she hoped it'd be the last anyways.&nbsp; But with the enemy waiting for them, they'd have to do this carefully, find an alternate way inside rather than using the front door.&nbsp; <strong>"Shit happens kid, and I know better than anyone that no plan lasts forever, no matter who came up with it or how well thought out it was.&nbsp; That's where improvisation comes in, trust me I've done my share.&nbsp; That's how I'm still around.&nbsp; That said, I tend to rush in without a well thought out plan beyond knocking as many morons out as I can before being discovered.&nbsp; I wouldn't recommend that for you just yet though, just saying.&nbsp; But yeah, either we go to them or the rest come out to meet us, and I don't know about you, but I say we don't wait up."</strong><br><br>With that, Artemis's gaze would snap towards a nearby air vent before a grin firmed on her lips once more.&nbsp; <strong>"On that note, be glad they didn't invest in more cameras or a security grid for the vents.&nbsp; We're going behind their lines if that goes where I think it does.&nbsp; Beats getting blown away if we go through the front."</strong>&nbsp; Letting Spoiler lead this time, showing her that she trusted the younger blonde to do this, Artemis would bring up the rear.&nbsp; Besides, it'd give her an idea of how to go about removing vent covers without making a ton of noise in the process since first hand experience would always win over anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>13-12-2015, 05:11:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Unofficial Tigress sidekick for now<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:15-1:18<br><strong>Location:</strong> Under 'Club Starlight' - Gangster hideout. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Artemis Crock | Tigress<br><br>Steph felt like she was impressing Tigress with every passing few minutes.<em> 'Glad I got a chance to reintroduce myself. Redeem myself. I didn't run right home,'</em> Steph didn't really have that instinct. It was, deep down, one of the reasons that she made an effective vigilante.&nbsp; <br><br>Artemis' mind moved fast, and Steph was keeping up well. Full of advice and information, Steph was finding it difficult to listen. Working alongside a veteran like this gave her a great opportunity to learn. The words weren't quite sinking in though, she was focusing on instructions, and the changing environment around her. The Spoiler had her own brand of action and her own style of game plans. So, she naturally ignored the lessons, doing her best to act like she had. In one ear and out the other.<strong> "Gotcha."</strong> Steph nodded.<strong> "I'm like that too. I try not to let my emotions control my actions though. Still learning."</strong> Steph was mostly reflective, and moving the interaction forward.<br><br>Steph looked up to the vent that Tigress had referred to. <strong>"Yeah." </strong>She said in response to the unsecured state of the underground structure.<strong> "Lots of personnel, though. Me first?"</strong> She had said that like a question, but it was obvious that she already knew the answer. Steph made her way to that corner of the room and climbed onto the table that was under the vent. Her boots stomped on drugs and more stacks of money and unorganized papers She was quiet as she worked, trying to copy the motions that Artemis had done before. The vent didn't exactly look the same, but the implication was that it would behave the same. She pried at the edges, struggling to find the strange abdominal muscles that it took to apply pressure. Grunting softly, Steph broke the seal and the vent came free. She caught it with both hands and lowered it. Turning, she handed the grate to Tigress and rotated back.<br><br>Climbing in, Steph worked with ease, slipping herself into the ventilation system without a single sound. Crawling forward from there, she didn't work well in complete darkness. but, she could feel herself through just fine.<br><br>About nine feet down, after curving to the right, Steph started to spot a light at the end of the tunnel. She could see that the vent was going to turn to the left. She checked behind her to make sure that her partner was still there. The sound of a fan grew louder and louder as she kept moving forward. As Steph saw the souce of the light, she passed a thinner vent that was creating the sound of the fan. The air moved in from the surface up, from the left. It was at a sharp angle. Steph put her face up against the vent to get a nice blast of warm air.<em> 'Must be an extension of the vents from the starlight. This was a big operation. There's pretty complicated duct work up here.' </em><br><br>Steph crawled toward the source of the light in absolute silence. There were other shafts moving to her right, and through the rest of the complex. It felt like the tubes went on forever. Steph felt safe up here, more safe than she thought she was going to feel. <em>'Should I go towards the light? or go deeper into the facility? Probably deeper.' </em>Steph answered her own question internally, and turned her head to Artemis. She whispered as quietly as she could.<strong> "The vents keep moving this way. I want to know how deep they go."</strong> Steph turned right.<br><br>Pushing into the darkness again, she could hear more fans, more smaller vents meant to integrate the desired temperature. The shaft angled left and another light source appeared. This one was coming from beneath them, a grate in the ceiling of the underground facility. <em>'This feels like the center. This place is huge.'</em> Steph started to imagine where she was, in a tube inbetween a gangster hideout and a gangster bar. In the cieling of one, and the basement of another. As she crawled over the grate, she stopped to look through, and see what might have been beneath her. <br><br>It was a hallway, one much more like an office than an underground system of tunnels. There was no one in the hall at first, suddenly though. Three Bravso's came running with shotguns in their hands. Steph held her breathe as they passed directly under her prying eyes. They were moving in the opposite direction as the girls in the vents, in the direction of the rooms of the initial fight. She motioned back to Tigress, telling her to follow with a hand. Steph crawled over the grate, careful not to put her weight on it directly.<br><br>Still moving forward, she was starting to sweat. The vents were filled with artificial, electric heat. <em>'Getting fiery up here.' </em>The shaft went straight for a long time, eventually going into a cross. There was still a dim amount of light coming from the hole beneath and behind them, the one that they had just crawled over, but distant now. <br><br>There were three options before them, straight, right, or left. Light was visible at the end of each shaft, but the grate wasn't visible for any option. Steph turned left and turned to Artemis again. <strong>"Going left. It feels secluded."</strong> She was trying to imagine what the facility looked like underneath her. It was all instinctive, and impossible to determine. But she was mostly positive that it was the correct decision. Going around the last bend, Steph came to a grate before she came to any other tubes to travel through. She looked into the room, it was full of battered women, five of them, mostly naked, and done up with styled hair and make-up. Some of them were bruised. One of them was crying. Almost all of their makeup was smeared. <em>'Weird,'</em> Steph thought, <em>'must be hookers or something, slaves? forced sex workers?'</em> <br><br>She reached down for her waist and made herself invisible. Steph grabbed the grate with both hands and pressed against it steadily, with her knees bent, and her abs working, she loosed it easily. Every eye below her turned to he vent. "What was that?" one of the shy voices said. "What's going on?" Another. Steph dropped the grate and let it fall. Two of the girls screamed, the rest gasped, and muttered under their breathe. Every girl was white, two were blonde, and the rest were brunette. <br><br>Steph decended as quickly as she could, as quietly as a mouse, sneaking into the room. <br><br><strong>"Hey, what's going on in there?"</strong> A masculine voice came through the door. The knob turned and a Bravaso Blue came into the room with a baseball bat in his hand before the girls each started to shout back, "nothing." - or - "It's okay." Another screamed just by seeing that angry look on this man's face. He didn't have any friends with him, just seven girls, only five of which he knew about. He could see the vent though, and he started to calculate what had done it vocally, <strong>"Who did that? You girls looking for more attention or something, think you're gonna escape through a fucking vent? try not screaming next time, fucking stupid cunty whores."</strong><br><br>Steph didn't like the way that he was talking. She had snuck up behind him with ease as he made a few confident strides toward the vent. She drew the baton on her right leg and brought it down onto his head. The man stumbled forward putting his hand on the wall. Steph was spinning through the air before he could see the blood on his hand. The invisible purple hero was up and then back down to deliver a viscous shot to the back of his right knee. The scattered scantily clad girls backed away from him, confused, even though they had heard each impact, they didn't know why he was bleeding from a sudden laceration on the back of his head. None of them were screaming though, happy to see one of these bastards crash and burn. It looked like he might have been losing his mind, grunting, falling, stumbling, cursing, hardly able to stay conscious. The visible wound on his head was enough to let the girls know that something tricky was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 01:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League, unofficial mentor for Stephanie Brown, the Spoiler<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:20 (1:20 AM)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Northwest Gotham.&nbsp; Under Club Starlight, the Bravaso stronghold<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>As annoyed as she might have been by the obvious fact that her words weren't getting through Stephanie's thick skull, a fact that was as plain as day to someone of Artemis's considerable time alongside the likes of Dick Grayson and M'gann M'orzz, two people that hid far more than most, herself included, she couldn't argue with the young blonde's results thus far.&nbsp; They might have started off on a rough spot given the fact Spoiler had been about to get herself and those two women raped and killed if she hadn't come along when she had, but since then, she'd been doing well to redeem herself and her quite telling rookie mistake.&nbsp; So instead of simply telling her what she needed to know, Artemis made it a point to lead by example.&nbsp; Everyone had their way of processing information, of learning new skills, so it made sense in a way that Stephanie was too easily distracted by the situation at hand to process anything that wasn't direct action.&nbsp; Artemis wasn't so limited, but on the other hand, she'd been doing this a lot longer.&nbsp; She'd gotten herself beat enough times to learn not to be so narrow minded, hence why she was taking the roundabout path forward rather than busting down the front door.&nbsp; A few years ago she wouldn't have been so hesitant, but that time had come and gone.&nbsp; Watching Oliver die on national television had ensured that, even though she'd been learning not to just rush into a situation anyway.&nbsp; She was determined not to end up six feet under because of her own stupidity, let alone letting someone else do the same if she could help it, so babysitting Steph?&nbsp; That wasn't a hard choice in the archer's opinion.&nbsp; As stated before, an extra hand in a situation like this was most definitely welcome, especially with what they'd find at the end of their trip through the vent system.<br><br>Following behind Stephanie once she managed to get the cover off, wisely handing it to Artemis to put down gently on the ground beside her, leaning it against the wall for good measure, the archer followed silently, glad her katana was tied so securely to her back as she managed not to scrape it across the ceiling of the vent shaft.&nbsp; Unlike Steph, Artemis didn't think the vents went on forever, nor was she lulled into a false sense of security, knowing that as good as they were as a potential hiding spot and a way to sneak around enemy lines, they were also a death trap if an enemy combatant was aware of your presence and had a gun pointed at the ceiling.&nbsp; Still, she breathed easy, not about to invite trouble if she could help it, and so far their movements went unnoticed even as three more goons ran past directly underneath them.&nbsp; The Bravaso was definitely aware of their presence, but they didn''t know where they were, that was good.&nbsp; Despite herself though, Artemis had also taken in a quiet breath and held it before letting it out once the three shotgun wielding apes passed.&nbsp; Shotguns were a problem in close quarters, and she was not in a hurry to test her luck, especially in a vent.&nbsp; With a likely unseen nod to Stephanie though, they continued onward, the heat making the blonde's long hair a hindrance as it began to stick to her costume's back.&nbsp; She hardly noticed though, having been in worse situations than this.&nbsp; She'd be fine, but the heat was doing no favors for her hair, a minor annoyance but one that Artemis noted all the same.&nbsp; She'd take her annoyance out on the next idiot they saw, but first things first, they needed to get out of these vents.<br><br>Whatever else she might have thought shut down when Artemis's gray eyes saw the cage about the same time Stephanie did.&nbsp; Even with her mask on, the angry glare in her eyes was visible as realization hit like a freight train.&nbsp; These Bravaso thugs were trading in flesh, it didn't matter what they tried to call the women below them, slavery was slavery in her eyes.&nbsp; And the fact they were in a fucking <em>cage </em>said they were not there by choice.&nbsp; She gave Stephanie a ten count to deal with the guard that came around before following after her, just as she jumped away, leaving the bastard bleeding and stumbling about with his head bleeding for no apparent reason.&nbsp; Ignoring the startled gasps from the five nearly naked women around her, the archer raised her crossbow and fired off a sedative dart, putting the man down for good for the rest of the night.&nbsp; "We're gonna get you out of here, just give us time to clean up these pigs."&nbsp; Artemis stated, her tone authoritative and in such a tone that they wouldn't have argued even if they hadn't been scared before as she lowered her weapon, making a straight shot for Spoiler while she was at it.&nbsp; <strong>"Let's go, we need to get these people out of here, and to do that, we need to clear a path back to the street.&nbsp; I'm <em>not </em>leaving them here to rot."</strong>&nbsp; It was clear she had very strong feelings about this fucked up situation, and trying to argue against her would not end well as Artemis kicked the unconscious man in the side hard enough to crack a rib before stepping on and over him, heading for the hallway outside, fire in her gray eyes as her right hand strayed for her katana's hilt.&nbsp; She wasn't angry enough to take a life, but leaving a few of the Bravaso thugs maimed and perhaps even castrated?&nbsp; That wasn't out of the question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 06:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Unofficial Tigress sidekick for now<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:20<br><strong>Location:</strong> "The Supply room"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Artemis Crock | Tigress<br><br><em>'Something was off.'</em> There was a bleeding man with a dangerously savage concussion lying in the room. The good news was that his arms weren't twitching. The battered woman were panicking, and the emotions in the room were muddled. The Spoiler was pumped, and she was amazed that she was able to focus with this much going on. Finally, Tigress felt even more aggresive than she had been before. Steph could tell that something besides competitive disgust was swimming around in her head, she was starting to look angry. Right when she crawled out of the vent, she felt different. Stephanie was only half aware of everything. One thing was for sure, she was on red alert. And It felt like she was one step behind in every way. But she had been one step ahead for a few particularly fast paced minutes now. Her thoughts had been jumbled and wild the whole time, difficult to control or recall the words. But there was something going on underneath her thoughts. Her instincts were sharp, she could identify danger, she could protect herself, she knew what her advantages were, and she knew that something was off.<br><br>Creeping through the room, Steph was keeping clear of the girls around her, including Tigress to avoid scaring them. Something had slipped her mind, even though it was inconsequential, Tigress' tech. She was sneaking toward the door, trying to look in the hall as soon as possible. She didn't like the idea of another Bravaso walking in. She watched Tigress with one eye, tunnel visioned and obscured by adrenaline. She felt like she had been given some kind of super-drug to perform at her peak. She was in the zone without a doubt. With her other eye she scanned the hallway. There was no one there. Steph checked the doorknob, there was a dead bolt that locked from the outside.<br><br>Steph had her back turned to the room. <em>'Clean up these pigs? Clean up?'</em> The five <em>'unfortunates'</em> in the room had made Steph feel utterly invisible again. She had actually forgotten that Tigress could still see her with her eyepiece. <em>'damn. She's looking right at me, how does she know that I'm-?'</em> even her mind took a pause, she felt foolish when she remembered. Turning around, Steph pushed on the pressure pad of her invisibility belt to turn off the device. She was little more than a shadow in the doorway with her hood up. Her masked eyes glowed white and pierced through the dim lights inside of the prostitutes prison that had been nicknamed <em>"The Supply Room".</em> Attempting to reveal herself without scaring any of the girls, she thought that Tigress and herself would have a better chance of gaining these girls' trust if they could see the person that Artemis was talking to. <br><br><strong>"Got it, I'm in. But, we have a second though. The halls are clear." </strong>Steph made her way back into the room. She immediately went for the pockets of the fallen Bravaso lying beside his baseball bat. Before she got to him she spoke to the room. <strong>"There's a deadbolt on that door. Keep watch for a sec."</strong> In her mind, finding the key, and preparing this room had to be done before they moved on. She didn't realize that she was confidently giving orders to Tigress, she was only acting on instinct, and solving problems with an appropriate level of urgency. Fishing through his pockets, Steph did her best to find a key. <em>'Pocket change, a wallet.'</em> Steph ripped the wallet out. She scanned it quickly, there was about seventy dollars inside, no ID, a 76 gas station card, and a a few other cards slipped into the slots.<em> 'Nothing but regular wallet stuff.'</em> The rest were empty, it was odd, she had checked every pocket. But, she wasn't done with her search <strong>"There's gotta be a..."</strong> Steph rolled the man over. She could see the lump of a pistol in his belt. <br><br><strong>"Hm." </strong>She lifted his shirt and removed the weapon. Her baton went under her arm. Steph knew what she was doing with a gun in her hand, she had been around them for years before she had ever been dressed as The Spoiler. He had a revolver, likely a .38 caliber. In Steph's hands, the safety went on immediately. She opened the barrel and let the bullets down into her gloved palm, pocketing all six in her hoody right away. <br><br>She looked up to Tigress, <strong>"well, there's that."</strong> Slamming the weapon closed, Steph turned to Tigress and tossed her the pistol. The bleeding Bravaso's eyes were open and he was groaning. She saw a chain around his neck, there was a visible bump under his shirt about the size of key. Steph looked down at him, she spelled the word bingo with a calm and subtle sing songy tone that sounded <em>nothing</em> like the nursery rhyme, <strong>"B I N G O,"</strong> She raised her club and brought it down on his skull again. He fell unconscious once more. She reached for the key with her free hand, and lifted it away from his chest. It was a long chain. <strong>"And bingo was his name."</strong> That had been nothing more than a sentence, no melody to speak of. Steph carefully removed the chain, freeing the key from the man's possession with grace. <br><br>She reached for the man's baseball bat as she slid the chain around her thumb. <strong>"Are we good?"</strong> She looked to Tigress once more, the halls were still empty, but there were distant voices, confused and clambering. It seemed like they still had some time. Steph wanted to prepare these girls properly for the raid, the deadbolt on the door was good news, but she wanted a back-up plan in place. And, she wanted to make sure that none of these girls did anything stupid. There was a lot of panic in the air, and Steph wanted to reel that all in.<br><br>She stood up, holstering her baton in her pants leg. The Spoiler lowered her hood and revealed the long flowing blonde hair that was peaking out the back of her mask. The chain went around her head, and rested against her hair. She pulled her hair out of the chain carefully and stuffed the key under her stolen tops. It was long enough to rest between her breasts. <em>'Perfect,'</em> she thought.<em> 'leave that out of the bra for now.' </em>Steph put her hood up again and looked over the room. She drew the club from her left pant leg and switched the bat to her right hand.<br><br>She looked over the girls for a second, nodding to Tigress as she did. She was trying to decide which of the five girls would be armed. Two of them, the least scared looking women among them. Steph located one of the blondes, and the oldest looking brunette. She handed the brunette the Bravaso's bat, and she handed the blonde her baton. <strong>"We're coming back. We're gonna lock you in for your own safety. Those,"</strong> referring to the clubs, <strong>"are to protect you from him if he threatens you. You do not kill him. I will not be so kind if you mess this up by taking revenge."</strong>She was pointing at the fallen mad on the ground.&nbsp; Spoiler looked at Tigress. <strong>"We're gonna do plenty of damage, I promise. Don't take this into your own hands."</strong> Steph looked into the girls' eyes. She trusted the blonde not to get to violent. The brunette wasn't as convincing, she was in her twenties, but she looked like a disgruntled teenager being told not to sneak out again. Stephanie reached out and grabbed the bat before the girl could realize that she was being disarmed. <strong>"I don't trust you."</strong> Steph looked to the blonde. <strong>"I'm coming back for that baton."</strong> She pointed at the girl with her unarmed hand and tilted her head. <br><br>Steph turned to Tigress to leave the room, with the wooden bat changing grips in her hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Two Blondes Too Bad (Alias &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 03:41:51</strong>
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				((Sorry for the length, just getting back into the groove.&nbsp; ;D))<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pre07.deviantart.net/f0f2/th/pre/f/2013/235/c/c/tigress_young_justice_by_kawoxd-d6jc2po.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Artemis Lian Crock<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Tigress<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League, unofficial mentor for Stephanie Brown, the Spoiler<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday, January 7th, 2015&nbsp; 01:21 (1:21 AM)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gotham City, Northwest Gotham.&nbsp; Under Club Starlight, the Bravaso stronghold<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><br>The elder archer didn't respond to anything Spoiler was doing.&nbsp; She was too focused on the fact there were several nearly naked girls behind them in a cage, and the cause for such were scrambling about the Bravaso stronghold.&nbsp; They had done well in cleaning up most of them, but they still had more to worry about, and Tigress was eager to get her hands dirtier before the night was over.&nbsp; She was too keyed up on adrenaline and barely suppressed rage she knew, but she didn't care, her vision quite literally red without the thermal eyepieces in her bronze colored mask.&nbsp; Despite her barely contained rage, Artemis still had half an ear to Stephanie's movements as the younger blonde ran about disarming the thugs they had knocked out between them, arming one of the captives, and picking a keycard of some kind from one of the guards they had thumped upon entering the 'Supply Room'.&nbsp; She almost jumped and slammed Stephanie into the wall though when she put a hand on the archer's shoulder, and asked if they were good.&nbsp; Artemis blew out a frustrated breath and crossed her arms, but the subtle reminder that they were there to save innocent people first, and put the Bravaso out of business second, was enough to make her relax before nodding her head in response.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah, yeah we're good."</strong>&nbsp; Tigress replied, hoping to reassure herself as much as Spoiler as the archer took several deep breaths in an effort to regain control of herself.&nbsp; Several years ago, that wouldn't have been half as easy, but now?&nbsp; Well, she'd been through enough to know better than to go into a situation half cocked, ready to bash everyone's brains in at the slightest provocation.&nbsp; That was how people ended up killed, and they had hostages they <em>needed </em>to save.&nbsp; Only once did Spoiler had armed herself with the bat did Artemis walk out of the room, all too happy to get out of there and proceed with their original plan of taking out the remainder of the Bravaso.&nbsp; Now with a much clearer goal, she was all the more determined to see it through to the end.
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