gotham rooftops: batman/spoiler
[Click your heels and go home, Dorothy.
It had gotten under her skin. He had gotten under her skin. She had a vague feeling that Edward Nigma did that a lot to her in a past life, and maybe that was just their lot in life. Him digging, digging, digging until he sunk onto something that pissed her off enough. Picking at scabs about her father, about a Gotham she had dreamt about her entire life without even realizing that it was real. Goddamn him, but she was still intrigued. And mostly? She wanted to prove him wrong. That this little girl from the suburbs with duck-face selfies and a gossip blog could tango just as well with the big guys and gals as anyone else could, as that other Stephanie could.
So that was why Stephanie Brown was hovering on the rooftop of a low building, pacing. Well, Spoiler was there. Sure, everyone knew who Spoiler was, but it made her feel safer to use Spoiler. She'd forge her own path without a bat in her name or behind her back. And, sure, maybe Daddy had a little to do with it, too. Maybe she still had an inkling of wanting to prove to him, too, even if Eddie told her that he'd been dead a long, long while here. Legacy, or just wounds that were yet to heal. Whatever the case, Selina Kyle had been right about one thing back in her Gotham: it had daddy issues written all over it.
Eggplant purple and black cowl covered everything but her blonde hair and bright blue eyes, blue eyes scanning the streets with a bored expression. What was the point of all this anyway? She didn't get into this to fight crime or whatever. She put on this get-up to fight off the douches coming after her and expose her father's plans to destroy all of Gotham. Greater good? Wasn't in the agenda for her. As far as she was aware at least.
A scream from below drew her attention down, however, and suddenly dazed blues went sharp. Two looming goons were closing in on a woman in her mid-twenties in a dirty alleyway lined with dumpsters and walls of graffiti. Sharp blades caught in the glints of light that splashed here and there, but they were otherwise obscured. There was a few moments of hesitation, Spoiler crouching as she followed the scene from above, before she decided fuck it and jumped down a series of fire escapes until she landed right in front of those fools. Arms on her hips and head tilted to the side as blonde hair spilled from the sides of her hood.]
Hey, pick on someone your own size, huh? [And maybe she was just a little wrong about that greater good stuff. Maybe there was a tiny bit of thrill that she was about to protect this woman from these fools.]