Spoiling for a Fight

Summary:
September 24 2014: Spoiler runs into Aspect, almost literally this time, and she and Columbia get caught in an ambush

Gotham Rooftop

The top of a slightly run down high rise apartment in Gotham


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NPCs

  • Hitmen

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In the aftermath of the Smooth bust, Jericho had to go calm himself down. He's been in battle before and as things go, that one went fairly well. He's not unaccustomed to feeling the adrenaline high that comes with it. The rush of physical processes and survival instincts and the need to deal decisively with people threatening you and your friends.

He was, however, caught off guard by the sheer bloodlust he felt. Ever since returning from Limbo he's felt… well not off. But stuff has been surfacing. He had to yank himself out of a battle-mind to adjust to developing situations on the ground, had to make himself stop fighting. He was actually enjoying it which is a bit unusual for him. Jericho does what he does because he's good at it and because it's necessary. He's never in his life fought because it was fun. So here he is, on a roof top, making himself calm down and poking at himself internally to try to figure if it's just stress getting to him or something else?

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Roof tops. Spoiler's favorite place for watching the ground. Now she is practically running, or running for practice perhaps, having taken a tumble in front of that most embarrassing of people, Robin. A hop and a skip, and she spots his perch just as she is about to barrel into it, at full speed. If this were a comic, there would be marks on the ground, as she skids to a halt, balancing on the ledge beside his, arms flailing wildly, her makeshift superhero cape billowing behind her.

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It's that cape that gets snagged, the hacker's hand shooting out to wrap into it and prevent the flailing you woman from falling off the ledge where he's perched like a human gargoyle. Okay, not quite that hunched over. It's a reflex, and a good one too because he'd been too absorbed in his internal prodding to note her approach.

"Who the he- Oh. Spoiler. It's you." Beat. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. How long have you been following me this time?"

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Arms flail, and then she turns her head to peer back, to see what, or who captured her cape. If you could see past the mask, there might be a blush, and it can be heard in her voice. "I wasn't, not this time. I was running, … you just happened to be there." Defensive, and almost a little grouchy, as she pulls herself backwards, using the captured cape to do so. She flops backwards onto the rooftop, taking a steadying breath, twisting her head to look up at him. "You should pissed."

-

Someone asked Cameron today a very serious question. Buried amongst the typical paparazzi fluff and requests for this that or the other thing, the exceedingly simple question of 'Why not Gotham? Metropolis has all these support services and resources, but what about the folks who are busting butt over in Gotham but never seem to get what they need? Are you going to ever do anything about that, or is it all just the sunshine and light all day, Hollywood hero?'

So now Cameron walks the streets of the exceedingly dank and dangerous Gotham, looking for those in need as she patrols, a hood up on her windbreaker to help conceal her bright orange hair as she looks for folks who need help. She's already managed to save someone from a deep knifing, but her thanks was a mere shrug as the person ran off into the night.

Perhaps that's 'Why not Gotham?'

She continues to walk at street-level, windbreaker perhaps a little bit out of place…

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Cameron may get a vision of flailing Spoiler before she hauls herself safely back onto the roof by her own cape.

"Mmmmm. I'm just not quite feeling myself. Or, maybe I am and stuffs getting to me." Jericho sounds kind of doubtful about that, though. He hasn't the slightest clue what could be getting to him. Or How. Or why. Things have been pretty decent on the whole. Not too many bumps in the road since Greenland. Well, there was that fight in Limbo a couple days back but… that worked out okay even if he did get his butt knocked around a bit."

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Gotham heroine, or flailing creature of the rooftops, who knows? Spoiler peers at Jericho, upside down, before she scrambles to her feet and balances to the top of the roof, putting her hands on the ledge there and walking along it, on her hands, because she can. "You? Feelings? Wow." Snark is just one more service we offer. "What stuffs? Who are you feeling then?" She peers at him around the cape, her blue eyes narrowing, before she spins to hand on her feet once more, the sound of her landing loud in the street below, echoing.

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Well, the alley that the fluttering cape was over looks… ever so inviting. Definitely a recipe for a stabbing or three waiting in there.

With a bit of hesitation, the statuesque woman starts walking down the alley beneath Aspect and Spoiler… and then the sound of the flapping cape above as well as the landing cause her to look up.

Not a lot of people look up in Gotham. There's nothing worth looking up for, half the time. She squints at the figure by the edge of the roof and starts to climb up a nearby fire escape. Is that the Batman? Probably not, that didn't look like a black cape.

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Jericho quirks an eyebrow as Spoiler engages in what looks to him like a fit of teenage restlessness. "Yeah, how about that? Soldiers have feelings too." He says dryly. "Just feeling a bit out of sorts. Or… mmmm. Feeling like things are normal and at the same time feeling like I shouldn't be feeling that. It's odd. Got into a scrap by the Pierce Tower." In Gotham. A bunch of underworld hideouts got hit by Shift and his allies. Jericho was one of them. Spoiler may have heard if she's been listening to the news. Cameron too, for that matter. "Got really… into dealing out the punishment. Which is kind of unlike me." Beat. "I think." He stands up and paces a bit a way from the edge, the thud-thud sound of his boots echoing.

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Spoiler narrows her eyes at him, "A scrap. Right." The sarcasm is obvious, and she swirls, turning away from him, to walk on her hands along the edge of the rooftop, clearly visible to the street below. "You got all hot about beating the crap out of someone? That isn't cool, you know… kinda like a bully." She squints at him, through the cape and the eyeholes on her mask. "So was your place one that got hit?" Curiousity killed the cat, but luckily she isn't feline.

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Cameron is not a spy. She is not a secret agent. She isn't really all that stealthy. Most of what her mother has taught her about interaction involves extreme-strength melee combat. Still, even she can hear some of the conversation and starts to piece it together.

Why not Gotham? This seems to be even more evidence of 'why not'.

She slowly pulls herself up the creaking rusty fire escape onto the rooftop across the alley, though to her credit she doesn't swear about the creaking.

"Everyone okay up here?" she offers in a quiet tone, so as not to wake up any neighbors that might be sleeping for the morning shift.

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Jericho rolls his eyes. "You really should make some effort to know your audience before you say things like that." Speaking of his eyes, they're gleaming, and there's a hint of red to them that wasn't present before. They look like blood soaked gold and it's that gaze that gets turned on Cameron as she comes up, an eyebrow quirking in silent question.

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Spoiler rolls herself back onto her feet, perching on the ledge like a teenaged purple gargoyle. "I was, I was following you before and you got all cranky about it." The smartarsed reply is quick, the women unruffled by the weirdness of redgold eyes. But she too turns to look at the newcomer, as she props her chin on her bent knees, wrapping her arms around them. "Sure. Come on up. The view is fabulous." Her tone might be a little snarky but the grin is obvious, even in the dark.

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The gleaming-eyed man isn't the least bit suspicious. No, not in the least. Nor is his comment. Oh no, that's not the least bit 'off'. Did Cameron accidentally stumble into a drug deal or something?

The tall woman squints a bit and tugs at her windbreaker a little bit. 'Am I… interrupting?' was what she was *about* to say, but the snark of the comment kind of killed the question before it could be uttered.

She takes a couple of steps back and jumps the gap between the buildings — overshooting it a fair amount and landing in about the middle of the rooftop that the glowing-eyed man and woman of purple are on before skidding to a stop. She doesn't fall down, but it's clear that she isn't experienced at rooftop jumping.

"You're joking about the view, right?" Not snark, just a simple statement of fact, somewhat reserved. Also, in the fracas of not losing her footing, the hood of the windbreaker came down. That's some very bright orange hair she's got thar.

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Engage googlemancy. Facial recognition is nominal. Celebrity Recognition field is a go. "Columbia." The gleaming eyed man says somewhat dryly as he folds his arms glancing from Spoiler to Cameron and back again. "I thought Metropolis was your usual haunt." He doesn't seem worried or skittish at least. He's not acting like he has anything to hide. He's just standing there looking pensive. Well, maybe a bit more pensive than someone on a gotham rooftop is ordinarily apt to look, but there you go.

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"Hey, your hair is awesome!" Way to give away your age at least, Spoiler, and she pushes her cape from her head, the mask concealing most of her blonde hair, stuffed into the back of the homemade mask. "Columbia, huh? Hi! I'm the Spoiler!" Like a puppy, rather than feline and smooth, the grin is cheerful, ignoring Jericho's grouchiness. "You don't like the view? They're like ants…"

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The tall woman freezes when the guy makes the comment about her usual haunts.

"I came to help out. Gotham prob'ly needs it more."

Well, as much as one off-duty paramedic with some healing power can manage, at least. At least there's no cameras, no media attention, no press.

She makes a slightly pained expression at Spoiler's exuberant comment. "Thank you. Nice outfit. I think they're people from here?"

Well, it would seem *some* of the mythology around her is accurate. Her shoulders slouch a little bit as she gives a weak smile, almost her trademark.

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Jericho's expression softens a little. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound that combative. I just…" His eyes widen abruptly. Neither of the other two can see it, but alarms are going off all over his HUD. In instant he lunges at Spoiler. "DOWN!" Something pings near where he was. It turns out to be a tranq dart. Pretty safe bet its not full of tranqs. The another trio wing toward Spoiler. Jeri's hoping he can get there before they do.

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Spoiler is looking up at Columbia, her cheerful grin in place until the moment Jericho lunges at her. The tumble backwards to avoid him takes her the only direction gravity has, plunging into the darkness of the alleyway. The flare of the aubergine cape spins as she reaches for a drainpipe, using it to hook herself towards the nearby fire escape. Just, a hairs breath of a catch, and she is dangling by her fingertips above certain depths. A tentative kick of her feet confirms it. There are no footholds…

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"No, it's o—" Cameron shifts to a more defensive stance and starts looking for the source of the incoming fire… And standing up straighter, actually, shoulders not as slouched as she squints at the area around. If Jericho doesn't get into the path of the darts, perhaps her movement might be enough to provide cover for Spoiler. Either way, the young lady isn't going to get hit if Columbia has — oh cripes, she fell!

The fire-headed woman takes a step off the edge of the building to see where the apparent fan ended up, either to lend her assistance or… worst case scenario, provide healing if needed.

The upper part of her body, though, can be seen above the edge of the building, and may be just the beacon for drawing fire.

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There's a gun in Jericho's hand way faster than one might expect. Almost like he's dealt with this kind of thing before. Columbia can clearly see their attackers now. They're on another roof and as the hacker kneels down to offer Spoiler a hand they're switching from tranq guns to… uh… something a lot bigger. They seem to have it out for he golden eyed man by the way they're aiming for him. Which, it should be noted, hasn't stopped them from taking aim at Columbia with something that apparently needs a tripod to steady it.

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Spoiler's focus is on not falling to her death, and she dangles by one hand, unhooking a homemade grapple hook. A spin of it has the hook landing on the rooftop, and she is soon holding his hand, using him to balance herself back onto the roof. The look she shoots him suggests the teenager holds a certain man responsible for the tumble, but she ducks into cover, peering at them around the chimney. "What the hell?"

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"…"

That thing looks big, nasty, and full of hurt. Despite her mother's constant entreaties to her to accept her toughness and relish it, even, something Cameron has a hard time doing is forgetting the fact that she can take certain types of ordinance straight-on. And who on earth brings that kind of hardware into Gotham and starts a running gun-fight on the rooftops?

'Why not Gotham?', indeed.

She launches herself skywards at full speed, hoping that if something is shot at her, she can at least dodge out of the way… and if they really ARE aiming at her, perhaps that will distract them long enough to let the other two get out of the line of fire.

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"If I had to guess…" Jericho murmurs as Columbia takes to the skies. In short order blue energy is lancing up at her from the tripod mounted blaster. Good thing she's here to get shot at otherwise they'd be using it to demolish his cover. "HYDRA."

He breaks cover, firing his handgun. He's good too, even while moving because one of his assailants goes down and the rest dive for cover. Spoiler may notice she's gotten stuck at this point though… she doesn't seem to have any ill effects.

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Spoiler has none of these weapons, nor the flight, but her attention is on the needle sticking out of her right now. She pulls it out, putting it carefully to the side - later analysis might be useful. "They stuck me!" The pissiness of the teenaged superheroine should never be underestimated and she tosses the grappler once more, the hook catching. A hop to test the line and she is swinging across the divide towards that blaster, feet first, boots aimed at the damn thing.

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The good news is that Columbia didn't get hit directly. The bad news, as seems to be her lot with these sorts of things of late, is that her clothes are now on fire.

It actually takes her a few seconds to realize that, and after patting herself down quickly to make sure she herself wasn't on fire, makes a swooping descent towards the location. Her arc will take her a couple of roofs past the impromptu gun emplacement, on the other side of it from where Glow-eye and Spoiler.

If they do track her, it's a perfect set-up for the other two to take down the crew of the weapon.

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They do in fact track the now on-fire heroine and thus are totally unprepared for when Spoiler bounces in among them. Then the weapon gets knocked over as the homegrown heroine who is absolutely not the sorceress they thought she was prepares to deliver an ass kicking.

Jericho takes the opportunity to leap over himself, though his leap is assisted by amber wings, feathered and apparently made of light. His idea of an ass kicking comes in forty five caliber apparently and involves a lot more bleeding… and is a fair bit more permanent.

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Spoiler might be younger than the sorceress but she has some moves, mostly involving kicks and punches, a whirling dervish, balanced on a rooftop ledge, laying out those she manages to hit. The weapon earns itself an extra hard boot, over the edge of the rooftop, to shatter on the ground below. Spoiler likes her ass kicking up close and personal, driven by the outrage of being pricked by their needle.

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Cameron's landing is a little bit bumpy as she puts the old practice of 'stop, drop, and roll' into play, mostly putting out the flames that were consuming her clothing before rolling to a stop and springing to her feet.

The hair… is still perfect. She's a bit sooty and her clothes show the tell-tale signs of battle damage. If she were the type to have action figures, the product line would be amazing for the number of battle-damaged outfits she could have.

When she sees the sidearm out and in a threatening posture… well, this is when things get interesting.

Sure, these guys are right a-holes for shooting at her and burning her clothes. Sure, it's Gotham Why not Gotham? but she isn't a cold-blooded murderer and if they are really critically hurt, she is going to at least try to stabilize them. It's part of what she is and about, and she's not afraid to assert herself on this one thing. It's her job.

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There may be more at play than just Jericho's natural training to end a fight as decisively as possible. The hacker isn't going to object to Cameron patching up wounded baddies, so long as they don't try to hit him again, but he isn't pulling punches either. The shots are aimed center of mass, like a good soldier, where they're most likely to be fatal and always go in pairs. That's normal. The part where he traces out with enhanced strength and chucks one of them off over Spoiler and off the roof? That might not be.

Spoiler is, perhaps unsurprisingly, more than a match for these guys in hand to hand. Doubly so since she caught them by surprise. Two of them go down. And then? Well, one has a knife and looks like he knows what he's doing with it.

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Spoiler faces that one with the knife more cautiously, her face sober beneath the mask, focussed entirely on him, ignoring the shots that ping around her, or the newly smoldering Cameron. The guy that flies over her gets a brief glance upwards, a momentarily distraction before she returns to her own newly minted nemesis. A sharp kick to the hand holding the knife is followed up with another, aimed lower, at a more fragile part of the guy's being. If nothing else, teenaged girls can hit hard there.

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The one flung over the roof drags Cameron away from the patching job. She will attempt to catch the now-plummeting attacker, rolling a bit to prevent him from getting further injury before they can get out.

What kind of psychopath is that guy up top? The one with the glowing eyes? To a point, the military precision made a bit of sense. After all, Mom's traditional combat style was all about quick take-downs and submission. But flinging someone off a roof? That's not military or precise or anything… the thing it put her in the mindset of was all the way back at the bank, when that squad came flying at her.

She shakes off the momentary recollection and sets the guy down on a nearby roof before heading back to check on the other two.

-

This is why you should never fight people in close quarters on rooftops. Particularly people who can throw cars around if you really upset them. And Jericho is upset because he's got a fairly decent idea why Spoiler as targeted. Fights between trained combatants are vicious at this range because everyone involved is going for the kill. Well, everyone but Cameron and Spoiler. It seems fairly obvious that these are no simple gangland thugs. They way they're reacting now implies military precision. Rounds are going in both directions though so far Jericho has scored telling (fatal) hits on two and incapacitating ones on two more. Spoiler's opponent grabs at her cape and attempts to haul her off balance, over to the ledge before applying the knife.

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Spoiler is caught, her eyes wide behind the mask, the knife too close for comfort. Instead of fighting that moment of off-balance, she throws herself into it, taking herself off the ledge, taking the knife welding lunatic with her, in the plummet into the alleyway. A leap of faith, hoping beyond hope that Cameron will spot this and catch her, and her aubergine coloured cape flutters behind her as she falls towards that certain depth.

-

Whatthe— Cameron does see the two push off the ledge of the building then doesn't have much time to think other than to throw herself down and in front of the falling two, grasping at both of the falling people to draw them to her, with her landing on her back and at least briefly knocking the wind out of her sails, as it were.

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The rest of the fight is quickly over before Cameron and/or Spoiler returns. Mostly it's a flurry of gunfire and some wet, meaty thunk sounds. It's not at all clear, from down here, who won.

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'Why not Gotham?' The question continues to ring in Cameron's mind as she works on regaining her breath. She suspects that tonight's little escapade has highlighted the answer all too well. Gotham is where the darkness in the hearts of people takes up residence and then franchises itself out. It's going to take a heckuva lot more than one person to fix this city. It's going to require a team, or more, a task force of some sort.

After ensuring the health and safety of the younger heroine she would deliver the other person to the authorities, who will probably be perplexed at the delivery. After all, this ain't Metropolis.

'Why not Gotham?'


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