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Kate Kane || Batwoman (ex_katekane493) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-04-06 15:39:00

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kate kane/batwoman, tara maclay

Who: Kate Kane/Batwoman and Tara Maclay
What: Confusion. Plus Kate just blew into town.
When: Afternoon, November 6th.
Where: The streets of ~~Laredo~~ Lawrence.
Warnings: Possible mild cursing. Definite confusion.

So what if Kate tended to use patrolling as a coping mechanism? She kinda needed one after finding out her sister had been alive for the last twenty years, only to watch her die. So just days after seeing Beth fall from that plane, Kate went out one of one her patrols, ready to take down anyone that deserved it. She went out late, zooming down the streets on her Batcycle (not the same one that Batman had, of course) in the darkness. Nothing particularly strange happened. Except the thinning of the traffic and the sudden daylight. That... wasn't good. Generally, when crap was going down, the city was shot into complete darkness, not full on daylight.

"What the hell?" she muttered to herself as she pulled her bike to the curb. It didn't take her long to figure out that it didn't even seem to be Gotham any more, but somewhere the felt much, much smaller. And okay, so maybe it didn't feel quite so ominous either, but she had gotten used to the bad feeling you got in Gotham, just as so many others had.

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complete_dork
2010-04-07 12:44 am UTC (link)

Tara had just headed out of work. Quite literally stepped out of the building and walked a few paces forward, when her eyes caught something. Red hair. It was ridiculous, maybe. However, her heart had the tendency to beat a little bit faster whenever she caught a shade of red close enough to her Willow's. It was the hope that maybe. Just maybe. That the random person on the street would be a new arrival. That just happened to be Willow. However, then the wish and illusion would be shattered by a movement. Or the fact that they were too tall, too short, jaw too broad, too many things that could never add up enough to turn themselves into something as similiar or familiar as that red hair.

She would go back to the complex slightly disappointed. Distracting herself with raw cookie dough. Luckily enough such things didn't happen enough times or else she'd have been the size of a house by now.

This time, however, it was different. She was walking out of work and noticed the redhair and then noticed ... the costume. Immediately her mind thought one, thing. That wasn't Willow. Then she thought that it was a new arrival. If the way the person was looking around was any sign. That or they were lost and late for some sort of convention. Crossing to where they were, Tara decided that maybe she could help. However, as she got nearer, where the similiarities should have ended, stopped completely, they comly grew. She'd know the curve of Will's jaw anywhere. The shape of her mouth. The ... Goddess.

Even as her mind repeated the unfairness of it all, Tara continued walking towards the other woman. Because how could she not? Easily enough, perhaps. But she would have felt bad leaving the woman to fend for herself informationless. As much as she wanted to go back to her room and curl herself around her pillow. "E-ex-excuse me?"

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