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married-to-the-job replied to your post “[pm] Sarah, where are you?”
[pm] It better be pretty goddamn important if you're practically skipping out on your post. We'll talk about this when it's all over.
[pm] It is. I promise it is. I'll contact you after it's over.Â
Look...I have to go meet someone now, but I'll message you soon. Stay safe.
[pm] Sarah, where are you?
[pm] Taking care of something important. I'll report in soon.Â
Hit 'Em Up Style || Sarah and Black Bat
Cass felt oddly vulnerable on the streets as she made her way to the address that Sgt. Sarah Essen had given.  Since Bane’s occupation had begun she had rarely ventured out into the streets in civilian clothing -even after Batman’s message to all the vigilantes and especially not after she’d seen her name splashed all around Bane’s hit list.  As a disguised civilian it was much easier to blend into the crowds, to walk the streets and round up supplies but Black Bat afforded her a sense of security.  And while she may have been doing her duty both as the tiny girl that kept her head down and as the vigilante whose cape fluttered menacingly around her, sometimes Cass felt like she was only truly protecting the city when she had her golden emblem across her chest.
Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew that she was compartmentalizing too much.  That her life and the situation around her were not as neat and tidy as she’d like to imagine but she needed that sense of control.  She needed to stay sharp and unaffected as she watched armed prisoners fire rounds into the air just for a laugh as they watched helpless civilians run.  She needed to stay focused as she heard the yells that came from another explosion and as she filtered the few messages that were still coming in via the comms.  Cass needed Black Bat more than she ever had before because Black Bat was unstoppable and Cass was just human.
So rubbing her eyes as she felt her dark brown contacts shift uncomfortably, Cass kept close to the walls as she turned the corner. Most of the lampposts were now out of commission and as much as she detested the senseless vandalism of the Bane’s men, she appreciated the shadows she could hide in.  She might have been dressed as a civilian but if Essen was right and this was the home of one of Dmitrov’s men, looking the part of the civilian was not going to be enough to keep her safe.
It was a bold plan - a two man op to interrogate these men for information.  And while she doubted they would have much loyalty towards Bane, Cass knew that these gangbangers would be smart enough to realize how much they’d been risking their necks if they talked.  Bane had no qualms killing his men for going against his orders and his public execution had burnt that into everyone’s minds.  So while before breaking into someone’s den and scaring them for information just by sweeping in with her cape had been enough, she was sure that Essen was right.  They weren’t going to be talking that easily meaning the two of them would have to get creative with their interrogation techniques.
And that was the third thing that had her nervously readjusting the long, black wig she’d decided on as she waited for Essen at their designated spot.  She was working with a cop.  Not that she generally minded working with cops; Commissioner Gordon would always have her respect but she generally avoided cops who had an arrest warrant out on her. Not that she completely blamed Essen for that but they both knew that this was a tentative alliance at best.  But at least she could trust Essen’s hate towards the current situation and the woman’s conviction to ensure that as many people as possible remained safe.  Genuine concern for the welfare of others was becoming scarce especially now that Gotham felt on the edge of guerrilla warfare.  So as she spotted Essen turning the corner, she took both hands out of the pockets of her red hoodie, raising one in greeting.  No tricks.
“You’re early, Essen.  Guess we’re both looking forward to this,” she said, inclining her head towards the house with boarded up windows and rickety gate.  Even from where they stood, she could see some light peeking through from what looked like the kitchen window.  “I’ve been watching the house and I haven’t spotted any movement on the outside, so we won’t have to worry about taking out a patrol.  I’m guessing these guys are feeling relaxed since they’re at home.” Â
Shaking her head a bit, she slowly raised the front of her hoodie, exposing the Kevlar of her stealth suit underneath while making sure that Essen could keep track of her hands as she removed her belt. “This is for you.  It’s small enough that you can hide it under your clothes but it has the basics: flash light, smoke pellets, flash bangs, an oxygen mask, and zip ties.  This should give us some cover if we need to make a hasty retreat.”  Stuffing her hands back in her pockets, Cass rocked back on her heels as she watched Essen take the gear. Â
“So what’s the plan?”
It was easy to spot cops that were off-duty. She could pick them out from the crowd--could see it in the way they stood, they walked, they carried themselves. They preferred sitting facing the door, they kept their elbows close to their body when they were packing heat, and kept their elbows away from their bodies when they weren't (too used to the equipment being there, she supposed). It was easy for cops to spot other cops in street clothes just as it was easy for criminals to pick them out.Â
So, when Sarah dressed that night, she made a conscious decision to forgo the combat boots and the leather jacket. And as much as she loved them, heels were also out of the question. Black Bat had mentioned something about a disguise, but Sarah didn't have anything on hand that'd heavily change her appearance. Would she even need to try to conceal herself? The men would probably recognize her regardless. She'd questioned them before about dead bodies around Gotham only to receive silence as a response. They "hadn't known anything" then, and she legally hadn't been able to push it. She'd make sure this night would be different, though; she'd make them talk.
Sarah's ratty sneakers fit snugly around her feet, but they fit just well enough that she knew they wouldn't hurt moving around in. They carried her twelve blocks--carrying her past all the leering prisoners from Pena Duro and away from the blistering comments from the Blackgate escapees. She had her left hand in her pocket and her right hand out, fingers flexing and unflexing as she prepared to pull for her gun. But she made the twelve blocks unscathed.
“You’re early, Essen.  Guess we’re both looking forward to this."
Red hoodie. This must be Black Bat. This wasn't what Sarah expected. Brown eyes. Long black hair. She looked relatively normal--young. But she was in disguise, wasn't she? How much of her appearance had been altered?
Not one for pleasantries with vigilantes, Sarah answered coarsely. "I want this over with."
 “This is for you.  It’s small enough that you can hide it under your clothes but it has the basics: flash light, smoke pellets, flash bangs, an oxygen mask, and zip ties.  This should give us some cover if we need to make a hasty retreat.”
Sarah watched warily as Black Bat moved her hands slowly to retrieve the items. Smart girl. "I have a few rounds left in my glock, but I'm hoping I won't have to use any of them tonight. This ought to help." She attached her new gear, wishing she could have done this mission with her own equipment. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Thank you" nearly slipped from Sarah's lips, but she couldn't force the words out. Maybe it'd be easier to say when this was all over and done with.
“So what’s the plan?”
A scrawny, rodent of a man named Vincent had given Sarah the information she needed about that night. He wasn't the most trustworthy and he seemed to work both sides of the law if someone paid him enough. She hoped the information he passed her a few hours ago wasn't all some big, elaborate lie. If so, she had enough evidence on him to send him away for good.
"There's six men in there tonight," she said. "If you didn't see anyone else go in there and didn't see anyone go out, then that number should still be correct. There's a back entrance near the kitchen if we take the steps up through the backyard.There's a camera near the door, though; I trust you can take care of that."
[mask pm]  No…it’s not a ridiculous question.  I probably shouldn’t.  Bane’s men are actually keeping to his “kill on sight” rule and we don’t need the type of attention that my cape will bring.
I’ll come in a disguise.  No mask.  You should probably consider a disguise as well.  They hate cops as much as vigilantes right now.
[pm] Alright....but no tricks. If you even think about double-crossing me, I'll come for you next.
I'll see you around nine. Don't be late.
[mask pm]  That’s not a comforting thought but it explains why he hasn’t been met by any resistance by the gangs.  And I’m sure he’s gained their admiration after what he’s succeeded in doing to the precincts and the prison.
I don’t have any ammo but I can supply you with other gear that’ll help keep you safe.  It’s all stuff that you should be more or less comfortable using.  We should meet up before going in?  Scout the perimeter and get our plan straight.  Dmitrov’s men aren’t known for being the welcoming sort.
[pm] Sounds good. We can meet [here]--about a block East of his house. Are you coming in costume? I know that sounds like a ridiculous question, but I heard he has it out for all the capes...and I heard you're pretty high up on his hit list.
[pm] You’re probably right. With the kind of people Bane’s employing, it’s a matter of when, not if. I’ll keep that in mind. I appreciate what you and the GCPD are doing for the city right now, Sarah. It’s got to be tough.
[pm] Thanks...it's always nice to hear that. I think slowly, but surely, we're starting to regain control of Gotham. People are achieving small victories, but they're victories nonetheless. Here's hoping that it all ends soon.
Keep safe.
[mask pm]  He’s recruiting the gangs?  Bane must be losing men faster than we thought… or the gangs are getting smart and throwing their support at him.
What’s the location?  I’m sure between the two of us we could convince him to talk.Â
[pm] I think he's had some of the gangs recruited for a while now. I think they're hoping that if they're in good with Bane now, they'll still retain some of their power when if he takes over Gotham.Â
[Here's] the address. I don't have much in terms of ammo, but I'm sure I can make do with what I have.Â
[pm] I need you to report in to the base set up a few blocks from Grant Park.
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How has Sarah's perception of vigilantism changed in her time in the Roleplay? What developments have led to her decision to go rogue? How do you think it will affect her relationship with the GCPD?
Her decision to go rogue is because she feels like the GCPD isn’t really thinking through their responses to Bane’s attacks that well. Before the escape, Sarah advised that involving the DEO  would probably have massive repercussions in terms of Bane’s response (x, x):
 I know this is time-sensitive, but I don’t want you to shoot now only to regret it later. We need to think of long-term consequences and not just short-term effects […] I’m just worried about what he’ll do if we do somehow manage to outgun and outmaneuver him. I can’t imagine he’ll be happy. This is his idea of being merciful.
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You do that and it’ll only get worse. He’ll get stricter with security. He’ll become more aggressive in his attacks. It’ll be a small victory if you kill the snipers, but the consequences might not be worth it. Give us time. Let us think of alternate plans of action. You opening fire on them will be our last resort.
and then they did it, resulting in casualties across the board. She wanted to go with the vigilante plan DESPITE hating vigilantes (and still not liking vigilantes) because there was going to be a great deal of planning involved to make sure they covered everything and to ensure the least amount of damage.
Additionally, she knows a majority of the vigilantes don’t kill, and would have discussed that with Black Bat. Bane hasn’t responded well to his men getting killed (obviously) as we can see through that chatzy with Green Arrow. He has told Sarah he condoned of his men’s response in terms of retaliation at Gotham Heights because Green Arrow killed men (x)
Her stance on vigilantism is the same. She doesn’t like them because they operate outside the law. In this situation, however, working alongside them might be called for.Â
Going rogue is going to negatively effect her relationship with the GCPD because she is going to be way less cooperative.Â
HAIM - “Don’t Save Me”
crankybodyguard replied to your post:[pm] Sarah, [deleted: I know we have only spoken once but] things look pretty crazy out there. Just wanted to let you know that I sincerely hope you and your colleagues are alright and as safe as is possible under these circumstances.
[pm] I wish I could /do/ something to he I’m fine. Things aren’t that bad where I am, so for now I’m mostly experiencing the situation through monitoring watching the news.
[pm] Glad to hear you're okay. Things may not be bad now, but I think it's about to escalate. If you hear anything that might be important for me the GCPD to know, contact me please.
Come What May || Solo
The stench of the sewers made her want to retch. Sarah trudged behind the rest of the cops, her boots splashing against the sludge-heavy water. Over the moans and sniffling from the officers before her, she could hear scratching noises as tiny paws scrambled across the floor.Â
But the thing that made Sarah's stomach turn the most wasn't the smell of rot in the sewers, but the sight of the carnage she had seen above ground. They'd caught sight of the van exploding before they'd descended into the sewers--saw Grimes unsuccessfully try to start the car before he and his men were engulfed by an explosion of flames. Even in the tunnels, she could still hear gunfire above, where the snipers and the DEO were facing off.
This was a mess. Men had died and they didn't have to. Gunfire was unnecessarily exchanged. Agent Chase kept insisting on returning fire. She wanted to "bomb Bane and his men to kingdom come," not thinking of the repercussions--not thinking about the casualties or the fact that shooting at Bane's men would only provoke him to step up his acts of aggression. More people would die. More chaos would erupt. This city would be ripped apart and brought to its knees because people were eager to pull the trigger.
Sarah hesitated as she watched the others continue to trudge on in front of her. She knew she was supposed to continue following them, keep together with the rest of the officers, but she didn't want to follow orders anymore. Maybe the GCPD really was ineffective--maybe if she wanted to make a legitimate change, it couldn't be by following someone else's command.
She turned off her flashlight and waited as the others turned the corner before looking for an exit of her own. After a while of wading through the sewer, she found an exit: a rusty ladder that led her out out onto an opening near Killenger's.
Relief washed over her that she was wearing her street clothes, a suggestion she'd made to Maggie that she was sure would save a good number of officers' lives. She knew it'd save hers. Standing a good few feet in front of her with their backs turned were Bane's men. They would have killed her if they knew she was a cop, but today, she was a civilian.
Sarah zipped up her jacket, thankful that it was long and thick enough to hide the gun holstered to her side and disguise the slight bulk of her bulletproof vest. She tucked her hands into her pockets and strode past them, eyes straight ahead, not sparing them a second glance.
They made a few comments in Spanish--probably about how she reeked--but they didn't draw their guns on her and they didn't stop her from continuing on her way.
Good.
Now, she just needed to get home. Get changed. And prepare for battle.
And this time, she was going to do things her way.
[mask pm]  No one is getting left behind, Essen.  I’ll coordinate with the other masks and have someone posted at every station.  Give me names of officers that we can contact on the inside.  That way we can coordinate this evacuation.
[long pause]
I’m sorry.  From the looks of it, it was a head shot.
What supplies do you need? Â I have masks that can get into the station without being seen. Â Just hold your fire when they appear.
[mask pm] [Here] is the contact info of officers from each station.
...I knew it. I knew that he ...Thank you.
We need supplies in case we're here for the long haul. Food. Water. Basic stuff to get us through the next few hours, days...however long it takes to get us out of here. Just let us know when they're coming. Everyone's on edge here. I wouldn't want them to be shot simply because a cop was startled.
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unflinching-justice replied to your post:[mask pm] Don't shoot, Essen. I'm outside the Old Gotham precinct and I have the snipers in my sights. They have the building surrounded from all sides. Tell me what corner you need covered to evacuate your men.
[mask pm] Red Arrow is heading towards Otisburg. ETA 10min. Batgirl en route to another station. We can organize a simultaneous evacuation. How many injured inside?
[pm] If you can make sure each station is covered and the evacuations go off without a hitch, we can be ready to go. You have to time this right and make sure you have all your bases covered. If any of the precincts get left behind, the consequences will be dire.
One officer might be dead outside. Is it possible to confirm? I hope he made i Four officers are injured inside. They need medical attention soon. We're doing the best we can with what we have, but I'm not sure that'll be enough.
[pm] You submit and I take Gotham. The warfare can stop.
[pm] That easy, huh? I'll get back to you on that.
