Who: Tawny Strange What: Having a blast. Where: Gotham City When: Friday evening, May 14th. Warnings: Language and explosions.
Tawny didn't waste any time gathering her materials that first night in Gotham. They were easy to find, and even easier to steal. Wasn't technically stealing, was it, if there was nobody there to miss it? Not that she was justifying it to herself. There was nothing to justify. She was just doing her job. As much as she'd tried to keep her head buddy a secret, apparently this was expected of her. Only made sense that she followed through.
As she watched the truck explode outside of the hospital (which one, she didn't know or care - it was just the first thing she saw, and why the hell not? She hated hospitals. She liked fire. No contest.), she only wished she was better at this. Nobody died. A couple cars were damaged, but that was all. Yeah. She was an amateur. But she'd get better. Practice made perfect.
She glanced at the fire emotionlessly before putting on her helmet and revving up her motorcycle. "Don't fuck with me, little bats," she murmured to herself. "I'm just getting started."