michelle heard of someone in new gotham that did a magic show. even saw some videos online, only a few minutes long of their set and so far she was impressed. so when she came across the woman, she stopped in her tracks and just had to know. real magic or stage magic, which one was this woman really sporting.
“ you do magic ? ” she asks bluntly, looking at the woman with almost a blank face. to the normal person it would be intimidating but sometimes others had a better time shrugging it off. “ like stage magic ? ” she asks to clarify her question, standing awkwardly.
“ another bat ? what’s with this city and their bats–– well the same could be said for cats but i swear, there’s more bats then cats. ” she chuckles at the rhyme, pointing to her mask and to the girl’s outfit and looks the woman up and down, suspicious but intrigued to see why they were so close to her terf. she notes to herself that her ‘terf’ changes when she feels like it but she wasn’t going to tell some stranger that. “ got some business downtown do you ? ”
starter; –– ( @magicandiron )
damian wayne & felicia hardy.
“ what’s a young boy like yourself doing out here alone ? ” she asks as she approaches the boy from behind, whispering in his ear as her hand reaches for his belt, fingers sneakily taking a batarang from it’s attachment. she quickly jumps to the side before he can stop her and holds the weapon between her fingers, grazing a finger across the sharp edge. “ now these are fancy. don’t tell me you made them yourself ? would be a shame to lose one huh ? ” she teases with a smile as she looks in robin’s direction.
starter; –– ( @magicandiron )
tony stark & michelle jones.
weird looking DEMONS with wings and tiny horns trying to eat michelle wasn’t her plan at all today but here she was, protecting herself with a trash can lid. usually she could walk the neighbourhood with no issues, usually all the magical creatures and things trying to kill other things gravitated towards the heroes, the ones taking care of the city. however, she guessed these demons from hell saw her as a little more appetising. oh how she wishes she never stepped outside today.
“ get the fuck away from me ! ” she yells, using the lid as a shield as she scurried on the floor, looking around the side of the street to see if she could use anything as a weapon. nothing. just great. michelle thinks, thinking this is the day she’s going to die. as the demons scratch and swoop in over her, trying to grab a hold of her, she hears before she sees the hunk of metal fly over her. “ hey––hey ! tin man ! iron man whatever ! ” she yells without thinking. “ a little help down here !? ”
starter; –– ( @dialedsenses )
carol danvers & felicia hardy.
okay, so maybe she was having a bad night. usually she was the bringer of bad luck to those around her, not herself. but it seemed like her own luck had run out. she’d been screening his penthouse apartment for weeks now. owned by a mafia boss, drug house, the whole deal. she knew the boss had a stash of jade jewellery for his mafia wife for her birthday stored out the back, a safe in a safe. she was going to go in, steal it and run, no problem. however. the boss and his sheep had other ideas.
they must of found her camera equipment and knew she was coming. the second she tried to break in she was shot at, left, right and center. she barely avoided getting killed before she made a run for it. then she saw HER. “ typical heroes. ” she muttered. she’d seen her soaring through the skies a few times in her time here but had never come face to face with her. nursing her sore arm as she crawled up the side of the building, she chuckled under her breath, still putting on a smile. “ the criminals are in there, go ahead at your own pleasure. ” she was a little out of breath but kept a keen eye on the woman in front of her, assuming she was responding to the gun shots.
starter; –– ( @occultbat )
bruce wayne & felicia hardy.
this has to be the first time she’s jumped to a rooftop mid-hiest and ran straight into the human form of a brick wall. after the awkward thud, she raises her hands and quickly jumps back, shocked, but she keeps her expression blank, hesitating only for a moment. she identifies the man as BATMAN. the one she’s heard quite a bit about. the man was, she guessed, a big deal. “ now, before you say anything, YES, i am cat–– unfortunately i don’t adorn those cute little ears like cat woman does. still haven’t met the girl. a shame. ” she says with a soft sign. “ black cat, cat woman. very different. ”
lowering her arms, she slyly walks a circle around the man, inspecting, judging with a smile on her lips. “ you’re shorter than i thought you’d be. but a mask, a cape. you’ve really got it all. ” she teases before perching herself onto the venting system on top of the rooftop they were currently located at. “ now. what brings you here to interrupt my–– work ? ”
starter; –– ( @dialedsenses )
peter parker & michelle jones.
she had to be seeing things, truly. dinosaurs, romans, pirates, portals to other realms and worlds ? totally normal. but–– PETER ? there’s no way. don’t ask her why she knew the back of his head so well but she knew it. it had to be him, no one struggled to style the back of their head as much as he did. she hesitates as she tries to read into her own emotions. she felt relieved ? for weeks she’d been trying to find some evidence of her friends from new york but nothing. no traces of anyone. even going back to the places they used to go together. she was still trying to figure her shit out and here he was, in line at the deli like he always used to. why hadn’t she gone here before ?
she takes a deep breath and practically runs into the deli, sneakers skidding on the tiled floor before nervously stepping towards him. her brows crease as she gets closer to him, slightly scared–– for a split second she second guesses if it’s really him, hands shaking slightly from the anticipation but his name falls from her lips before she can even stop herself. “ peter ? ”
starter; –– ( @occultbat )
stephen strange & michelle jones.
there had always been something off about this house. SANCTUM SANCTORUM. is what michelle remembered reading online about the creepy place back in her days when new gotham was new york city. she’d always wanted to explore it, see it in person. now seemed like the best time to do it as she was still discovering everything else the city had in store.
however, it wasn’t the sanctum sanctorum she remembered seeing in the pictures. well, some of it did. but other parts not. it seemed. merged, mixed, reconstructed? or maybe her memory was messing with her. she stared up at the architecture with a confused look on her face. “ what a weird looking building. ” she says out loud to herself before taking her phone out to take a picture. as she does, she notices a looming, tall figure in the corner of her screen. she jumps in place, startled, and fumbles to catch her phone from her hands. “ shit–– what’s with the cape ? ” she blurts out, slightly annoyed that the man had scared her so easily.
“ oh ? looks like another spider to add to the list. ” felicia remarks as she swoops in beside the girl, looking her up and down. “ what a shame too, you’re so cute. ” she smiles. only a few blocks away from gwen’s post, felicia had been setting up some of her own traps for her next week’s heists. sure, she was checking to see if the girl was onto her plans or was just closer than felicia would like.
hell, she always loved to play games with people. she wasn’t shy about it nor should she be. mostly everyone knew what she was up to but these heroes usually had bigger fish to fry than her. i wonder if this spider likes to play games, felicia thinks.
starter; –– ( @supcrsoldicrs )
steve rogers & michelle jones.
michelle pauses in her tracks as she sees the familiar figure, red, white, blue. the blonde hair. the captain dude, was her first thought. it was odd for her to run into superheros like this as a normal high school student but ever since she got to new gotham, which took weeks for her to even learn that’s what her new york was called now, its all she’s been doing. with her eyes squinted in thought, head tilted in judgement, she finally blurts out. “ you know –– aren’t you the guy from the gym instruction video? ” she knew it was an obscure reference he probably didn’t even remember recording such a video but the thought amused her. she had the chance to mention it and she took it.
starter; –– ( @wonderandtruth )
diana prince & michelle jones.
michelle had never seen something or someone like this in real life. the closest she got was the old tv shows she used to watch on the small analog television they had in their old apartment, when her dad was still around. she stared at the strong woman in front of her, in her shiny uniform and all of its glory.
the artistry, the armour –– sure it was a little out dated in terms of the activism she seeked out day by day but seeing such a strong woman, out there doing the work that others couldn’t. she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed. she straightened her shoulders and tried to seem some what cool, nonchalant. “ what––uh, what’s it made out of? ” she asks, stuttering on her words.
starter; –– ( @ofnightwiings )
dick grayson & felicia hardy.
“ now look what the cat dragged in. ” felicia whispers with a coy smile, watching as the taller man walked past beneath her, down the narrow alley way. she had a feeling this guy was smarter than he looked but it was worth a shot right? she’d been eyeing his gear around his waist for a few blocks now and she wouldn’t mind having a few more weapons than just her claws handy. if he was nice enough she’d consider borrowing his items rather than stealing.
with a quick leap and a tumble roll forward she sneaks up behind the figure, finger snatching a part of his belt right off his hip. usually, she’s a lot quieter, an expert after all. but an expert of a year and a bit, she couldn’t help but have fun with it all. getting caught is a lot more fun than people think. “ how do you use this one? ” she asks as she adjusts the mask on her face, acting dumb while inspecting the object.
“ WHAT!? ” felicia was enraged as she had just stepped through the window of one of the highest stakes she’d been eyeing all week–– before her eyes, a group of 5 pirates, obviously lost from their ship and home rummaging around in what was mean to be HER STOLEN GOODS ! she stormed in, ready to haul ass before a pirate took a swing at her with his sword.
she quickly evaded the hit, crouching on her feet but it was too close for her own comfort. this only made her anger soar, blood boiling as she stood up and round-house kicked the dumb, ugly pirate right in the face, sending him down, skidding along the wooden floors of the new gotham apartment. the pirate groans and his friends soon catch on to her presence, all of them raising their weapons at her in protest, yelling, screaming. “ alright, not all at once boys. ” she quipped, preparing her stance for the attack.
So, there were three places she could go, but she could only help one group. There was the t-rex in midtown, but it looked like that was being handled well enough by a group of vigilantes. There were the pirates on the docks, which also looked like they were being sufficiently handled. And then there were the Romans. She’d decided she’d be of more use here than the other two places, so she had landed in a group, absorbed the language, and started a conversation with one of them. It was quite an interesting conversation to say the least, though the general she spoke to definitely seemed like he wanted to take New Gotham for the glory of Rome. Every general she spoke to was pretty much the same when it came to that. Sighing, Jean lifted herself onto the roof of the nearest Starbucks, not minding the eyes that followed her, “I’m completely out of ideas for getting them home,” she said to no one in particular, “outside of pretending to be one of their gods, there’s no way we can convince them they need to pack up and go home,” and she really only wanted to use her power like that as a last resort.
michelle had gone to this spot ever since she was ten years old, sneaking away and sitting on top of the starbucks building. for some peace and quiet. the smell of freshly ground coffee always comforted her but what DIDN’T comfort her was the amounts of people, things going on and people trying to kill each other from different centuries was not what she expected when she came to her spot this afternoon.
she stared up at the woman in front of her and froze, her pen and pad stuck in her hands as she sat cross legged just behind the taller woman. “ well you can do a whole lot more than i can. ” she deadpanned, trying to decide if she should run off or keep watching from the ledge to see what happened. someone had to fix this, right?
there was a million and a half things going around and sweeney wanted to be in the center of it all. the chaos that was going around new gotham was fueling him and he hoped that it continued on for a wee bit longer. after all, the attention and bad luck had shifted from just himself and had spread out and across nearly everyone in the cursed city.
so maybe being stranded in a weird place wasn’t always a bad thing? chewing on the filter of his cigarette, he leaned against the building across from the starbucks and chuckled when a hun yeeted a roman back into his own men. “oh this is better than the shit that’s been on television, don’t tell media she’d throw a fucking fit.” he grinned, glancing at the person who’d approached him. “what the fuck do you want?”
“ oh come on now, using that type of language on an innocent young woman? ” felicia feigned innocence, placing her hand delicately across her chest. she chuckled softly under her breath before jumping down from her perched position on the rooftop, down to sweeney, looking him up and down before taking position next to him.
“ enjoying the shit show? ” she asks, coy, smirking at how a man can be so easily amused, though, he had a point. no show could compare to what they were all witnessing. however, she knew better than to get involved. wasn’t really her– thing.
FAMILY: father, walter hardy (deceased). mother, lydia hardy.
AFFILIATION: thieves guild. former inklings. spiderman.
THREE FAVORITE THINGS: stealing. flirting. meeting new people.
THREE HATED THINGS: commitment. mundane life.
EDUCATION: college graduate (arts major).
SKILLS: expert thief, martial arts, gymnastics.
WEAPONS: claws.
ABILITIES: tychokinesis, heightened senses.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖊;
WHAT IS SOMETHING YOUR CHARACTER LIKES ABOUT NEW GOTHAM? SOMETHING THEY DISLIKE? DO THEY MISS THE WAY THINGS WERE - OR DO THE LIKE HOW THE WORLD IS NOW?
new gotham feels like HOME to her. welcoming the perfect mixture of trouble and fun. thievery? so much more accessible now, not to mention even more challenging. she likes meeting new people and finding out their inner weaknesses, fighting who knows what when she bursts through a window. to see so many unique people and beings around, it excites her. this new chance at a life is thrilling and she cant wait to bring even more bad luck to new people. still fresh to her bad ways, she’s open to learning all that she can.
WHERE WAS YOUR CHARACTER WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED? ARE THEY SUSPICIOUS OF EVERYONE OR ARE THEY TRYING TO REMAIN UNDER THE RADAR? HAVE THEY REUNITED WITH THEIR FRIENDS OR ARE THEY LOST?
OF COURSE things went south when she was in the middle of her biggest heist yet. mansion, uptown new york, billionaire entrepreneur who was known to be a complete asshole. it was the perfect pick but moments before she could knock the target out, in a blink of an eye, everything changed. when she came to. she was glad to see new york was mostly the same. she wondered whether everyone she once knew came into this world just like her or if fate was selective. she didn’t linger too long on the thoughts or family or friends. she knew she’d survive no matter the circumstances. she lives live under the radar for the most part, lurking, inspecting, looking to have a little bit of fun while doing so.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
- she’s been in the game since she was twenty.
- her rape and the death of her rapist is still fresh in her mind. after she wasn’t able to kill him herself, she’s no longer holding back on her criminal behaviours.
- she wants nothing more than to steal and live life on the edge.
- connection with spiderman: aware, friends, tdb (?)
- however given the chance, she will always give a helping hand to her closest friends.
