Unmasking || Chase & Kate
Cameron Chase took the last few drags of her cigarette like she was sucking venom from a wound. It was too cold for the little jacket she was wearing. For the first time this season, Chase could see her breath make clouds in the chilly air right alongside the exhaled smoke. For some reason, she had thought that Gotham, being closer to the sea, would be warmer than New York.
She reluctantly stubbed out the last of the cigarette and crushed it under her heel.
"Okay, I'm done," she snapped to the bouncer that had told her a few minutes earlier that she couldn't smoke in the club. She held up her hands as if to show that she wasn't carrying any contraband. The guy unfolded his arms from across his broad chest and unhooked the velvet rope to let her by. "Thanks, buddy," Chase muttered, pressing a twenty dollar bill into the palm of his hand.
Inside, the air was warm and cloying. Why is everything so dark? Chase immediately felt ancient. The music was too loud. Lights flashed randomly like someone was trying to induce a seizure. The bar was shiny and candy-colored. Chase was not shy about going to bars, but she preferred hole-in-the-walls, places that were unpretentious to the point of ramshackle. Places to make bad decisions, in the shadows. This was a place where people came to make bad decisions and splash them all over the front page of the next morning's paper. But she hadn't picked this venue. Her mark, Kate Kane, had. Kate Kane, who up until a few days ago, Chase knew only vaguely as Gotham's favorite party girl. Kate's name had come up as a possible Batwoman. At first it was just one in a long list generated by cross-referencing data points culled from tax records and census lists. Kate was just one of the many young women in Gotham who might have access to the considerable resources necessary to be Batwoman. But when Chase looked into each of her suspect's backgrounds, she was surprised to find that Kate had real potential. Of course, she maintained her skepticism on each mark. The next step was to hit the streets and do some old fashioned investigating.
Unfortunately that meant teetering in high heels, trying not to spill an over-priced martini, while scanning a writhing crowd for a pop of red hair. One of the kitchen guys spotted Ms. Kane in about an hour ago and called to tip Chase off. But finding her among this sweaty mass of humanity was still going to be difficult.
Someone brushed by Chase's elbow, causing her to lose her balance. She overcorrected, stumbled, and nearly fell into the lap of a tall red-head seated nearby.