Kate Bishop (everyshot) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2014-01-18 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: kate bishop |
Nope.
characters: Kate Bishop
setting:. Some NY bar with a basement, eveningish.
content: Implied violence.
summary: Kate shuts down some criminal activity. Like a BAWS.
"You didn't even--Hello? Hello?"
Call ended.
"Whatever," Kate mumbled, stuffing her phone into her coat pocket. Chief Grouchsky was gonna wish he'd listened to that 'nosy girl with the mouth'; Kate was pretty sure she'd just watched a con artist disappear into the back with a bunch of shady looking guys in ugly suits. Seriously, like, what was this, the 70's? Kate finished off her Shirley Temple and dropped some cash on the counter before she followed. The door they went through led to a cement staircase; Kate pussyfooted downward, ducking behind the tiered metal railing when she was at the bottom. The stairs brought her to a medium-sized basement with white light bursting down the middle, grey walls, and a table. One of the ugly suit guys pulled away a sheet to reveal a painting that Kate couldn't make out from where she hid, but judging by the excitement of the swindler dude, it was a guaranteed moneymaker.
Not today, it wasn't.
Kate stood up and sauntered into view, pulling off her gloves, so casually that the group couldn't quite believe the girl in purple standing there in front of them. She stuffed her gloves in her pocket and pushed her shades up the bridge of her nose. Who the hell are you, they exclaimed. Kate shrugged. "I'm the one who's taking you down."
"This is how this is gonna go. I'm gonna tell you to hand over that painting there, and turn yourselves in for your fraudulent deeds and terrible fashion sense. You're gonna laugh, throw out a lame comment or two, and because of my generous nature, I'll give you one last chance to do as I say. It's up to you if you take it or not, but like...if you don't, well, that's just stupid. So." Kate cocked her hip and crossed her arms. "Hand over that painting, and turn yourselves in for your fraudulent deeds and terrible fashion sense."
Maybe they were just that dumb. Maybe that had an incredible sense of humor. Or maybe Kate was just that good. Whatever the case, the next few minutes played out exactly the way Kate outlined for them, and just as was expected, the criminals did exactly what she warned them about, and made the decision to attack, which got them each swollen jaws and black eyes, among other things. All of them were laid out on the ground; Kate kicked away someone's gross toupee, and stood in front of the table to take a look at the painting, phone to her ear. Looked like the real thing, she had to admit-- "Hey, yeah, it's me thisisimportantdonothangup."
NYPD showed up minutes later and arrested the felons Kate brought down. The chief wasn't exactly happy to see the 'told ya so' grin on her face when he arrived, but he didn't lecture her too harshly, or like, call her any more names, so she'd consider it a win. Eventually Kate was able to leave with the rest of the bar people who were told to evacuate. Holding her coat in her arms, Kate was still pretty warm from all the kicking ass she did (not to mention a little bruised and achy), she started down the street with a small smile on her face.