left_the_cave (flyingsolo) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-12-02 01:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | harleen quinzel | harley quinn, richard grayson | nightwing, ∴ scenes: ongoing |
Who: Nightwing and Harley Quinn
When: June 26th, 2010
Where: Gotham City, Pamela Isley's apartment
Summary: Nightwing follows the evidence to the small apartment Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn have been using. A conflict ensues.
The first hand examination of the Poison Ivy clone pod? shoot? hadn't taken very long. Bruce's notes on the decaying plant matter had proved beneficial in his exam. While Nightwing was wrist deep in decaying plant matter, the computer in the cave had been compiling information from all over Gotham that might give him a lead on Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn or The Riddler. There wasn't much available to him beyond your typical news stories. However, one interesting bit stood out. Traffic and ATM cameras provided partial hits on all three.
Bringing up the footage, he instantly recognized the profiles of all three criminals. When he cross referenced the locations and the direction the three had been traveling, it narrowed his search down to a three block radius. With a smirk, Nightwing tossed his examination gloves in the trash and dashed to his motorcycle. His night was just starting.
The bike tore through Gotham traffic like lightning. He was almost certain he could take Wally on in a race with this bike. That thought brought forth a momentary grin as he rounded a corner. The motorcycle squealed as it shot down an alleyway and cut across three thoroughfares. Nightwing slowed the bike to crawl when he found himself in the same neighborhood as the security camera footage. It didn't take much to stash the bike out of sight and take to the rooftops.
The leg work would have taken the most time when he considered the late hour and area to search. However, fortune smiled on him once more which caused Nightwing to stop dead in his tracks. It had to have been a trick of the light. The vigilante moved to the edge of the building and stared across the street at the brownstone. The blinds had been drawn up on one window and the the flicker of a television screen gave him all the evidence he needed. Dozens of vines littered the walls and floor of the apartment. The situation seemed too easy.
Nightwing fired a grapple and swung himself across the street. He landed silently against the facade of the building. With surprising grace, Nightwing scaled the face of the building and checked the window for traps. Nothing. Slowly the vigilante slid the window open and slipped inside. At the sound of movement in the next room, he moved into the shadows.