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The sound movement on a gravel rooftop would have alerted any normal citizen to something suspicious. But in these parts, strange noises on the roof were just part of the city soundscape, so the medieval figure that had come down from the sky went mostly unseen as he dismounted his horse, tugged a folded map from some secret pocket, and began to examine it.

".....no, no, you were right. We definitely should have turned right once we crossed the mountains." Gawain would have frowned if he were able as he looked over the map in his hands. The glowing orange horse looking over his shoulder let out a huff of validation.

"Guinevere told ee she knoo where she be a-goin'…" She pricked her ears forward smugly. "If Rider 'ad a mind to listen to Guinevere more, mayhap we wouldn’t be runnin’ so late, would we?" The knight quickly folded up the map and lightly bonked the horse on the nose, making her jump.

"Oh hush, you." He scolded, though there was no real malice behind it.

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The horse spooked immediately at the new voice, digging her front hooves into the rooftop gravel in a splayed stance before blowing in frustration as she straightened up.

"Ah, blast it. N'er scare a horse like that, ye fool!" She snapped, pinning her ears back and pawing at the gravel with one front hoof for emphasis. "If ye were any closer, Guinevere mighta kicked ye, and then whar would ye be, eh?"

"Guinevere, manners..." The knight took what sounded like a deep breath and relaxed his tense hold on the map in his hands before folding it back up. Bollocks. The last thing he'd wanted to do was have a run in with the local vigilantes, but in retrospect, perhaps that had been asking for too much. Gotham just had so damn many of them, it seemed like!

At least the one that had confronted them wasn't Batman. Gawain wasn't sure he'd have been able to keep his composure, then.

"In reverse order of your questions, my name is Gawain and this is Guinevere," The knight gestured toward the glowing horse (who flicked her tail in visible irritation) with the hand that still held the folded map. "And we're only out this way to check in on a friend of ours. Just popped down here to get our bearings, is all.

"You'd think it'd be easier to follow the map when you have a bird's eye view of the roads, but it's surprisingly easy to lose your orientation when you're too high up to read the street signs."

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Demonspawn’s eyes widened at the quick realization that the horse on the roof was speaking in a language she understood, and her eyes flickered up to the horse’s rider. A few moments went by—detective work, as you’d call it—before she spoke again, holding the comm link in her ear. “Demonspawn to Oracle. Yeah, it’s a weird one?”

“It’s Gotham, it’s always weird.” Oracle responded promptly. “What kind of weird are we talking? Calendar Man weird or Constantine weird?” The question sparked some thought.

“Leaning more towards John. Talking horse and a knight with a map. Says he’s ‘checking on a friend.’ Oh—and apparently the horse flies.” Demonspawn explained right in front the the pair as they checked their map.

“Okay, lead with the flying horse next time, Dee.” Oracle began clacking on her keyboard to work her own magic. “Give me a few minutes, I’m gonna call our mystical friends and see if I can get any insight. Try to figure out if we know their ‘friend.’”

“Ten-four, Demonspawn out.” She responded and turned her attention back to the visitors of Gotham. “So, would you mind telling me who your friend is?”

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The sound movement on a gravel rooftop would have alerted any normal citizen to something suspicious. But in these parts, strange noises on the roof were just part of the city soundscape, so the medieval figure that had come down from the sky went mostly unseen as he dismounted his horse, tugged a folded map from some secret pocket, and began to examine it.

".....no, no, you were right. We definitely should have turned right once we crossed the mountains." Gawain would have frowned if he were able as he looked over the map in his hands. The glowing orange horse looking over his shoulder let out a huff of validation.

"Guinevere told ee she knoo where she be a-goin'…" She pricked her ears forward smugly. "If Rider 'ad a mind to listen to Guinevere more, mayhap we wouldn’t be runnin’ so late, would we?" The knight quickly folded up the map and lightly bonked the horse on the nose, making her jump.

"Oh hush, you." He scolded, though there was no real malice behind it.

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Meanwhile, a dark figure perched on a rooftop nearby. She lay in waiting hoping to catch up on leads as she patrolled the neighborhood. No signs of clowns, nor scarecrows, nor clay or even the suspicious clan of rats. Gotham was awful quiet after the recent escape at Arkham Asylum.

Demonspawn rose from the shadow she hid in, looking amongst the rooftops and down to the streets—but just before moving on, she noticed a figure in the distance, the shine of their armor giving away their position. A quick check of her watch let her know none of her own associates were in the vicinity. This suspicious figure may be a newcomer.

“Demonspawn to Oracle, checking a lead. If you don’t hear back in the next 10 minutes, send backup.” The vigilante said over her comms, a courtesy to the team she tried her best always to accommodate.

“Ten-four, Demonspawn. Standing by.” Oracle responded on the comms. And with the go-ahead, Demonspawn made her approach on foot with tactical precision to avoid giving away her position. After being raised by the League of Shadows and the Batman, nothing less was expected of the assassin-turned-vigilante as she ran towards potential danger like a moth to a flame.

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Back on the roof, the knight had once more unfolded the map and was tracing some sort of route across it. The horse had started to pace impatiently behind him, glowing yellow hooves seeming to dig into the gravel and yet displacing none of it. Every few steps, she would freeze and stare off into the surrounding city for a few seconds before resuming her pacing.

"Ugh...why'd we come all this way, eh?" Guinevere snorted and shook her head to toss her forelock out of her eyes. She didn't like this city - it was too loud, too grassless, and had too many strange noises in it. "Ye know 'e won't take kindly t' ye snoopin' on 'im."

"I'm not snooping, I'm-..." Her rider paused for a moment to think. "....chaperoning." He finally finished. Guinevere bobbed her head in an exaggerated nod.

"Aye. From afar." She teased.

"From afar yes look here you." Gawain looked up from the map to glower at his steed. "I wasn't hearing any complaints when I asked you to help me on this cross-country venture." The horse pinned back her ears in irritation

"...yew got Guinevere there." She admitted. "She doan’t ever turn down a chance to stretch 'er legs, don' she?"

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As Demonspawn continued her approach, she noticed a second figure—nonhuman, a horse? She paused and flipped her goggles on to get a better look. The green hue of the lenses faded as she powered her gadget on, starting to zoom in on the targets. “Oracle, come in.”

“On time, as always. How do you do it?” The redhead answered over her comms.

“A timer,” Demonspawn joked, “like to keep you on your toes.” She began taking snapshots on her tactical lenses. “I’m sending you some images now, two mysterious figures on the rooftops in the Bowery—need identification.” The vigilante explained to her confidant.

“Is that—you’re joking, right? That’s a horse…on a Gotham rooftop.” Oracle began typing on her computer, keystrokes audible through the microphone. “Dee, I’m not getting any hits on this. I’m going to keep digging, but don’t expect much.”

“Hey, did I hear ‘horse on the rooftops?’” Nightwing interjected over comms and Demonspawn rolled her eyes.

“Will you go back to Blüdhaven, already?” She sarcastically answered. “Some of us are trying to work.”

“You’ll miss me when I leave.” He taunted. “Nightwing out.” He said, abruptly signing off.

“Anyways, it’s fine, Oracle. I’m going to move in and figure out what this knight is doing in Gotham. You don’t think they’re from the St. Dumas Order, do you?” Demonspawn took one last scan at the pair. “Not the traditional look, but you know these copycats.”

“I’ll look into it. Be safe, check in within ten minutes. Oracle out.” Her line went silent and Demonspawn changed the setting on her goggles before closing the gap on these last few rooftops. Getting closer, she could hear two voices—strange. She silently approached, cautious not to alert them.

Dropping onto the roof, a soft noise was made in the gravel. Oddly enough, the horse was the second voice. She’d seen weirder, actually, but it never lost its novelty. “Would you mind telling me why you’re here?” Demonspawn asked the pair. “And who you are, while you’re at it?”

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The sound movement on a gravel rooftop would have alerted any normal citizen to something suspicious. But in these parts, strange noises on the roof were just part of the city soundscape, so the medieval figure that had come down from the sky went mostly unseen as he dismounted his horse, tugged a folded map from some secret pocket, and began to examine it.

".....no, no, you were right. We definitely should have turned right once we crossed the mountains." Gawain would have frowned if he were able as he looked over the map in his hands. The glowing orange horse looking over his shoulder let out a huff of validation.

"Guinevere told ee she knoo where she be a-goin'…" She pricked her ears forward smugly. "If Rider 'ad a mind to listen to Guinevere more, mayhap we wouldn’t be runnin’ so late, would we?" The knight quickly folded up the map and lightly bonked the horse on the nose, making her jump.

"Oh hush, you." He scolded, though there was no real malice behind it.

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Meanwhile, a dark figure perched on a rooftop nearby. She lay in waiting hoping to catch up on leads as she patrolled the neighborhood. No signs of clowns, nor scarecrows, nor clay or even the suspicious clan of rats. Gotham was awful quiet after the recent escape at Arkham Asylum.

Demonspawn rose from the shadow she hid in, looking amongst the rooftops and down to the streets—but just before moving on, she noticed a figure in the distance, the shine of their armor giving away their position. A quick check of her watch let her know none of her own associates were in the vicinity. This suspicious figure may be a newcomer.

“Demonspawn to Oracle, checking a lead. If you don’t hear back in the next 10 minutes, send backup.” The vigilante said over her comms, a courtesy to the team she tried her best always to accommodate.

“Ten-four, Demonspawn. Standing by.” Oracle responded on the comms. And with the go-ahead, Demonspawn made her approach on foot with tactical precision to avoid giving away her position. After being raised by the League of Shadows and the Batman, nothing less was expected of the assassin-turned-vigilante as she ran towards potential danger like a moth to a flame.

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About Me

Name: Lacey

Pronouns: She/Her

Main: @wandamayday

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Birthday: Sept 26

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