Brian Harper - Lois Lane (morningbuzz) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-03-06 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | catwoman, door: dc comics, lois lane |
Who: Catwoman and Lois Lane
Where: Metropolis - DC Door
When: Recently (are we doing this yet?)
What: When two women can't find their Superheroes they go into cahoots. CAHOOTS I SAY!
Warnings: CAHOOTS!
It took the impossible man long enough to agree to step through the door luckily Lois’ office in Metropolis was a bit less threatening than his first experience with the doors. Less snow. But getting him to step through? Damn near impossible. Lois had tried reasoning with him, asking him, telling him. Finally she spent an entire night keeping him up and talked the entire next morning through his morning show. She got her way eventually.
So here she was, stretching legs out in front of her under her desk and running her hand over her laptop and thumbing through stacks of paper that were strewn about. Messy. Just how Lois liked it. She smiled to herself, content and not caring one bit that things were quiet. She was home. That was a start. It was a different sort of experience having Brian in her head instead of vice versa, she couldn’t decide if she was better at tuning him out or if he was just being more quiet than she usually was. She didn’t care much, he did the same thing every day. It was driving her crazy. “Brian?” she said out loud in her office to see if he’d answer. “You doing alright? Hanging in there? Losing your shit yet?” Yes. She was essentially talking to herself. She didn’t care, but he wasn’t answering. She laughed. “Fine. Silent treatment it is. Don’t expect me to return the favor.”
Selina spent enough time talking to people on the journals to suspect things were really as messed up as the infuriating Robin said they were. Superman hadn’t helped at all, but he made her think of someone who might be able to lend a hand and figure out the truth of things.
She’d never met Lois Lane. Metropolis was a good three hours from Gotham, and Selina didn’t exactly like to fly or let someone else do the driving, preferring to keep her paws on the ground, even if cost wasn’t an issue. But everyone knew about the Daily Planet’s front pager, and everyone knew about the reporter’s exclusive thing with the man with the big S, and it was worth the trip to talk to her and get the scoop.
Selina went as the Cat, because she wasn’t really in the mood for subtlety and, anyway, someone who was always falling off roofs to get a superheroes attention was someone who wouldn’t be scared of a few little claws. Finding her office was cake, and she let her mind wander while she scaled the wall to the infamous reporter’s window. What if the Birdie was right? What if Batman wasn’t Batman? What if he was a dangerous impostor? And there was the fact that she didn’t trust her new feathered friend. He seemed too ready to declare himself lord and master over everything he surveyed; she hated megalomaniacs.
The Cat perched on the ledge outside Lois’ window, and she peeled back the sealant silently and slid a wire in to pop the lock. She knew Lois would hear that, and so she just pushed the window open and crouched against the pane. Catsuit, cowl, whip curled at her hip. “Can I get an exclusive?” she asked the woman she had never, in her experience, met before.
Lois turned around in her swivel chair quickly when she heard the window lock and raised her eyebrows in surprise. The Cat, the Bat and all their troubles usually stayed in Gotham, it was a special treat indeed when they ventured anywhere close to Metropolis. Or a Very Big Problem. Given her current situation Lois didn’t doubt that others were stuck in much the same way and she nodded once at the Cat. “You came to the right place for that, though I have to admit the folks that usually frequent my windows are a bit more broad in the shoulders than you.”
“Mine too,” was Selina’s response to the quip about the broad shoulders, “but desperate times call for desperate measures.” She looked around the office, which looked like she expected a reporter’s office to look. Lois looked right too. The right age. The right build. Right. “I talked to a Robin that said my broad shoulders was an impostor. He said I was wrong too - too young.” She let both of her booted feet land just inside the window, and she sat back against the sill with her hands on the ledge. “I was hoping you could set a kitty’s fears at rest. Have you seen your hero in red and blue yet?”
Desperate times. Fantastic, she gave the Cat an interested look because she was incredibly curious about what these desperate times were and, most importantly, what else the desperate measures would entail. “An impostor? Who would be that ballsy?” she asked her eyebrows knit together. “I don’t know how much I can put your fears at rest, I think I’ve found him on the other side, the-” she paused and tried to think of something polite-ish to say about Brian, “fellow on the other side who I am forced to reside with ran into him. I haven’t caught up with him here though, haven’t really caught up with anyone,” she did smile and chuckle a bit at the meeting that almost was on the other side.
“If you believe little birds, he’s still the Bat, he’s just the wrong Bat,” the Cat replied, sounding as displeased about the whole mess as could be expected. “What are we going to do about it?” she asked, because she’d never believed in waiting for men to save her, superheroes or not. It was just convenient when it happened, but that was all. “More importantly, I think we should lure them out. The two of them.” Everyone knew Superman kept Batman from losing his cool, and she suspected that might be a very good thing, especially if the little bird had been right in his accusation. Plus, it would help her save face. She never went looking for Batman; he always came looking for her. If Lois was the one looking, well, that would be better for everyone - and it wouldn’t hurt her pride either. “But there have to be ground rules. I won’t have your boy scout arresting me. He likes doing that to harmless thieves.”
The wrong Bat. If there was one thing she knew was that times she’d had the wrong Superman nothing good ever came of it. “I’m assuming by your suggestion that you haven’t been face to face with this possibly wrong Bat to make the conclusion yourself?” Draw them out. Not a terrible idea but Lois had to smirk a bit, “Fine but you are not, under any circumstances, dangling me off a building to get Superman’s attention,” she said only half serious because that couldn’t possibly be part of the plan. At least not today. “I’ll see what I can do about the not arresting you part of this, the first step might be not doing anything illegal in Metropolis. Though I’ll tell you the hard part will be getting him here, you know. After the little hang up with the door I’m not sure he’ll ever make it to this side. I’ll try and get in touch but I haven’t got much to go on, and it was hard enough getting to this side on my own.”
“I haven’t see even the shadow of a Bat,” the Cat replied, sliding back on the windowsill to press a boot to the side of the frame. This Selina, young as she obviously was, didn’t know Bruce Wayne was Batman, and she had no idea she’d already been in contact with the man in the cowl. “His little Robin said he hadn’t seen him either, but he’s lying. Bad, bad, little bird.” The comment about dangling her off the side of the building made Selina smile. “I was actually thinking we push you off. It’s got more impact than dangling.” Everyone knew Superman always came running when Lois Lane was in trouble; they just had to get her into trouble. “I was thinking we do it off the roof of the Gotham PD. There’s a convenient Batlight there that isn’t in use anymore, as far as I can tell.” She added a chuckle, and then a deep smile beneath her own be-eared cowl. “I can get away from the cops. You just keep your little boy scout distracted, if it comes to that.” She paused. “Oh, he’s been here, your Superman. I talked to him on the journals. He lectured.”
Lois knit her brows together as she thought about what could be going on in Gotham, it was still a bit odd in Metropolis, but Gotham sounded downright crazy (crazier than usual). She hoped she didn’t have to worry about mystery Superman.
“I’m not being pushed off a building either, if it would be possible to get everyone happily together without me having to say,” she cleared her throat and got her most over-dramatic damsel voice at the ready, “Superman, Superman, save me Superman!’ it would be preferred.” Though she did look a bit suspiciously at the fact that Superman had been here...That was odd. “Yes he does like to lecture,” she could almost hear that Lois, tone in his voice and she had to admit...She missed it. Quite a bit. Where was he? She folded her arms across her chest and she crossed, uncrossed, and recrossed her legs. “You actually talked to him?” Where the hell had she been? This was Brian’s fault. All.His.Fault.
“You can pretend you lost your footing,” Selina suggested, as if the decision had been made. “Anyway, he likes all that damsel in distress stuff, does Superman. Batman wouldn’t look at me twice if I fell off every roof I came near.” She grinned that cat’s smile. “Which means I don’t have to worry, and neither do you.” It was a truce, if a temporary one; Selina couldn’t be trusted for very long at a time, and truces were always temporary, flexible. She slipped back, standing on the sill, and she gave the other woman a look. “You drive? I’ll meet you there. Nothing beats dark, grungy Gotham hospitality,” she said, adding, “And I heard your do-gooder was in the neighborhood.” Which was, luckily, true. She loved having leverage.
Given that Lois was sitting there chatting it up with Catwoman she was half surprised Superman wasn’t waiting in line outside the window to give her the what-for. Lois groaned a bit. She hated Gotham City. “I’ll drive, we’ll deal with the damsel in distress later,” she wasn’t agreeing to anything. Yet. Not until she had some kind of proof that she was going to find Superman in Gotham at all.
“I don’t like cars, and I think my 24 hours are almost up.” Selina had already figured out the timing, and she had the black watch beneath her glove set to beep when it was getting close. “Let’s say Friday,” she suggested. “I’ll contact you on the journals. If you have a Superman by then, well, you can do whatever boy scout superheroes do with their favorite reporters. If I have a Bat, well, I won’t scandalize you with the details. If we’re both in the exact same boat that we are now, then we throw you off the roof and shine the Bat signal over the city.” She held out a hand, claw retracted in her claw tipped gloves. “Deal, reporter?”
“Alright, back to the desert with you then, I’ll see you Friday. In the meantime, I’ll try and find my superhero,” because she really didn’t want to get thrown off a building. “Deal,” she said shaking the paw that was offered to her. “Try to leave Metropolis exactly as it was when you got here,” she said with a chuckle.
“This time,” she said, in reference to leaving Metropolis untouched. Enough time to play in the sunny city the next time she was here. For now, Lois Lane was her source of information, and the kitty would play nice. Her nosedive out the window was followed by a her whip’s end wrapping around a phone wire, then a balcony, and then rolling back up as she landed on her feet on the ground below - just like cats always did.