tim drake, robin (ex_thirdbird712) wrote in gothamknights, @ 2008-09-13 20:01:00 |
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huntress. The night was young, or at least that was how the expression went. Huntress didn't think Gotham ever had a 'young' night, it just didn't seem to fit the city's profile. She'd been tracking Antony Siminov for the last few nights, trying to connect him to the mafia's recent bout of smuggling drugs into the city. She considered the mafia's business her business, and she wanted to know where the drugs were being stored, and (bad luck for Antony) it looked like he knew exactly where they were. She might not have been silent, but she had enough stealth to track him unnoticed and then land behind him on the crushed concrete outside a derelict building at one end of Crime Alley. Her turf. "Hello, Antony," she murmured, her voice low. With surprise on her side, she slammed him up against the side of the building; there was no one lingering on this street at this hour. "What's the rush?"
robin. Sometimes Robin felt bad about some of the missions he was sent on by Batman. Although he'd kept his opinions to himself, he still made his displeasure known. But of course, it was Batman's city and Tim Drake had to play by those rules. So there he was, trailing the Huntress for Batman. His job was to just observe and report back what he saw to Batman. He wasn't supposed to make his presense known at all, unless totally necessary. So that's what he did, followed her from rooftop to rooftop, keeping out of ear and eyeshot.
huntress. There was fear in Siminov's eyes; he was nothing more than a low-level thug that had the bad fortune of being involved in this last little business for her enemies. Her enemies that would kill her if they ever found out who she was. It was something she tried not to think about. Siminov wasn't a large man, by any means, and she held him up by the collar against the brick wall, lips curled up in a snarl. "I want some answers, Antony," she continued, "and you're going to give them to me."
She'd play this game with countless other mafia and crime puppets; his first response didn't surprise him. "Not going to tell you nothin'!" For someone with such fear in his eyes, he was trying to act tough. "You don't kill. None of you do."
Huntress' snarl deepened. "I don't kill," she told him darkly. "But anything else is fair game." She slammed him back against the wall. Hard. The sound echoed in the empty street. "Tell me."
robin. Robin kept his binoculars trained on Huntress. Althought he can't really interfere and stop this like he'd wanted to, he could atleast let Batman know what was goind on. Huntress' methods proved to be pretty extreme, atleast from Tim's point of view. He'd had pretty strict instructions not to get involved. But if he put his mind to it, it was possible that he could come up with something that could possibly distract her. If it came to it. Right now, she was still within Batman's usual way of dealing with criminals.
huntress. Dazed after knocking his head, Huntress gave Siminov precious little time to recover enough to pay attention to what she was saying. "Listen, Antony. All I want is the location of the storehouse." She thought it was a reasonable request. He'd live, albeit in custody more than likely, for sharing information. Apparently he didn't think it was reasonable. He spat at her, and just as fast she backhanded him across the face, then let him drop to the ground. "Come on, Antony," she taunted, searching his pockets and pulling out the gun he hadn't had time to reach for. "Nice," she told him, "but not going to help you."
robin. Huntress grabbing the gun sent off all the alerts in Robin's head. He didn't know Huntress all that well, and despite her assertions that she wouldn't kill anyone, all of the signs pointed to her being a loose cannon. She seemed like someone that was pretty... forceful with people. No one, especially him, knew how she'd react if the situation was allowed to escalate. Not that Tim was goind to allow it. He 'accidentally' dropped a custom batarang, which loudly clattered on the fire escape.
huntress. She had no intention of using the gun, but she certainly didn't want her prey to have it either. She'd been shot enough already, and wasn't keen to repeat the experience. Ensuring the safety was on, she tucked it into her belt, and returned to Antony, crouching down to his level. "You may as well tell me, because they'll certainly believe that you told me and I guarantee that they'll have no hesitation in killing you." She started to lean forward, to get closer, when a loud clattering sound echoed from above. From the rooftops. Huntress cursed inwardly, instantly knowing that couldn't be an accident. She was being watched, and there were only a few people who would be watching her. She grabbed Antony, who looked even more spooked. "I'm going to count to one," she hissed.
He'd weighed his options, and being beaten by a costumed 'freak' - and a woman - and then returning to his boss... Apparently he had some brains after all. "They're... they're in a container down at the dock, still. Haven't had time to move them. Eleven-fourty-three. I swear."
Satisfied, she let him drop back down, and pulled out a cellphone, and hit the speeddial number for her MCU contact, and spoke her location into the phone quietly before hanging up.
robin. Robin jotted down a few more notes about Huntress' reactions and even where she was sending whoever it was on the other end of that conversation. He had to be thorough when he made his report later on. It was the job expected out of him by Batman.
Robin got his job done, which was all that he wanted out of this. Though now that he'd gotten Huntress' attention, he should probably get the hell out of dodge before he was actually spotted. He didn't really feel like getting shot with a crossbow next, so he turned and started running, black-on-yellow cape flying flapping in the breeze behind him as he jumped to the next rooftop.
huntress. Tying Siminov up, Huntress heard the faint sound of approaching cards, and took it as her turn to disappear. "Don't go anywhere, Antony," she warned, and made her way up to the rooftops. She had other business now, personal business. It was a few seconds before she spotted the figure dashing across rooftops away from the direction the sound had come from earlier. Not Batman. This figure was too small, and she made the deduction that it was his little friend, Robin.
Apparently the Bat wasn't above sending other people to do his dirty work. She didn't have anything against Robin, but she was going to send his boss a message. She raised the crossbow from her belt, aiming it. She wasn't aiming to kill. She wasn't even aiming it to injure the young bird, which she thought was rather sporting of her given his untimely interruption. She let the crossbow bolt fly through the night air, flying straight by the fleeing Robin and lodging itself into a wall.
robin. The fact that he a partly yellow cape and no bat ears probably made it that much easier to know that the person that screwed with Huntress' 'investigation' was Batman's partner. Robin looked back and saw the crossbow being levelled at him. He tried his best to keep something in-between him and Huntress. All that helped was that instead of getting shot in the arm, the bolt pinned his cape to the wall. Robin was jerked back from his feet. The fact that his cape was made of stronger materials backfired in this instance. If it were made or normal material, it would have torn easily. He scrambled to pull the bolt out of the wall so he could not have to deal with this face to face.
huntress. Huntress had no intention of having an extended conversation with any of the Batclan; she had other business to attend to, but she wanted to make her point known. She crossed the distance between the two of them quickly and efficiently before landing on the same rooftop and keeping a safe distance. Robin was still trying to pull out the bolt that had his cape pinned to the wall. She almost felt sorry for him, because she doubted that he would be following her of his own accord. "I don't appreciate being followed," she told him, trying not to let the full force of her anger permeate her voice. She crossed the final distance between the two of them, and yanked hard on the bolt, loosing it from the wall. "Be sure to tell your boss that," she added, before turning making her exit.