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@unsungjustice
hello ! my name is aimee , i’m 25+ , and this is a private & selective roleplay blog for kate kane / batwoman of dc comics .
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sometimes home is in people.
itsasset:
❝Mmmm. Except you’re not the one callin’ the shots here.❞
It’s matter-of-fact, devoid of the animosity that comes off the vigilante in waves. Actually, it’s devoid of emotion as a whole. « The woman’s letting her frustration at Bones affect her judgement, and it’s all very office politics and petty arguments and - she’s a goddamn soldier not a mediator. They’re here to do a job. »
❝You’re on thin ice.❞ « See: personal babysitter. And Shaw can see why. » ❝So unless you want Bones to comin’ down on you harder, I’d suggest you give him what he wants.❞
❝’Sides, I thought you hero types could take on anything. Who’s to say we can’t do both?❞
She can’t help the raise of an eyebrow, defiant against the unconcealed distaste and unflinching in the Batwoman’s shadow. It wasn’t just that it was getting tiresome, it’s hard to imagine being anywhere near functional with a chip of that size on her shoulder.
❝Look, you’re not winning any brownie points with this little tantrum of yours, and it’s sure as hell not gonna get the DEO off you ass any quicker. So how about you save it for later and we can go clean up your city instead, hmm? I’ll get you your one-on-one with the supplier, but I’m turnin’ him in to the DEO at the end of this.❞
oh, for fuck’s sake. she has to ball her hands into fists to physically restraint herself from snatching the woman up by the flaps of her jacket and telling her exactly what she thinks of her, of the D.E.O., of bones. for one, there isn’t enough time. for two, the last thing she needs is for this one to run back and snitch and get her saddled with a third, potentially worse pain in her ass. for the sake of her own sanity, she draws in a deep breath through her nose, exhales it just the same, and decides to let it go. does she give bones’ lackey the satisfaction of hearing her say that? hell no.
“ how much are they paying you to shill for them? ” she asks, a pernicious twist at the edge of her smirk, “ or do you just really like licking those boots? ”
batwoman stiffly brushes past her, toward the ledge of the roof where the building’s fire escape lingers just a few feet below. they still have some time before their targets pull up, but she’ll have an easier time getting the drop on them if she infiltrates their rendezvous point ahead of their arrival. another brush of her fingers along the edge of her masks sees the white lenses abruptly turn red, her normal vision replaced by thermal imaging to scan the immediate area and the building across the street. JUST A PRECAUTION to ensure that she is the only one with the element of surprise on her side.
“ all clear, ” and the white eyes are back ( GLOWING EERILY IN THE SHADOWS SHE SINKS INTO ON HER WAY TO THE FIRE ESCAPE ), a crimson boot secured at the very edge of the rooftop. “ i’m going in i don’t care what you do with the supplier afterward, but i will get him first. ”
herinterface:
> # @unsungjustice
“ well, ” she breathed out, “ when he comes back, i’d like to hear about it. ” a smile was levelled to the bartender she was speaking to, though there was danger lurking in the sharpness of its edges, & in the sweetness, the low quality of her voice. “ oh, & i’ll take that drink before the end of your shift, ” the one she’d asked him for when she’d first come in, before flashing her badge & proceeding to question him, all for the show of course. turns out augusta king, her FBI cover identity, was coming in more handy than she’d anticipated.
she pulled off her leather jacket, the bravado dissipating in part as she slid her fingers onto the bar-top & took her seat. she ran fingers through her hair, shoulders relaxing & like she hadn’t noticed her ( hadn’t come all the way here for her ) she slowly tilted her face, curiously taking in the woman two seats down slowly. her curiosity only piqued outwardly, “ all alone tonight ? ” she asked with a practised smile, with a hint of intrigue in her eyes as she continued to look her over.
sometimes, she can’t help but eavesdrop. okay, most times. fine. she eavesdrops like it’s her job you might even say it is part of her job. she’s bugged places like this for that specific reason. not tonight, of course, because tonight she’s not here for a case. this just happens to be where she’d arranged to meet bette after her tennis game and had just opted to stay after her cousin had left. with her dad out of the country for a few weeks on duty, maggie in metropolis, and beth still in treatment, what else is she supposed to do? sit at home, gorge herself on ice cream and watch creature features? tempting, but not tonight. tonight, she’s feeling a little more social she just hadn’t found anyone worth socializing with until the woman a few seats down ( FBI, FROM WHAT SHE’D OVERHEARD ) had sauntered in.
kate realizes once the woman speaks to her that she must’ve been obvious in the way she’d glanced at her as she shed her jacket and took her seat. she’s already two cocktails in and working on a third between a snack of green olives and pretzels, so subtlety isn’t her strong point right now.
“ unfortunately, ” she says, stabbing another olive on the end of her toothpick, “ you? ”
“In my dreams you’re touching my face
And asking me if I want to try again with you.”
-22.17pm
THE END IS FINALLY HERE, ALMOST. tomorrow is my last day of class so i’ll be getting back into the swing of things tomorrow night or saturday!
it’s finals time so school as been kicking my entire ass and i’ve really only had time to dedicate to @biovaliant so that’s where i’ve been, but after my semester is over ( aka i graduate 😎 ) i’m gonna be working on a new direction for this blog. i wanna really dig into the supernatural / horror roots of batwoman and what really made her unique to the batfam.
DC Moodboards: Kate Kane/Batwoman
Don’t forget to smile while intimidating someone.
itsasset:
An eyebrow’s raised. Her reaction goes beyond unapologetic to relish, even. It’s not the noble, virtuous, seemly conduct she’s come to expect from one aligned ( however loosely ) to the Bat, and she lets herself think that maybe…
« She’d settle for bearable. »
Barring new activity, she decides that she’s seen enough of the layout below. And with pupil-less whites set on the scene, the moment’s perfect for a close-up scan of her companion: matching the analyses, skills, and inventoried items with a cursory sweep. If there are blanks to be filled, she’ll soon find out.
❝Local street gang starts packin’ a lot more firepower than they should be able to afford includin’ a couple of pieces that make the bosses twitchy.❞
« It’s all very little league, if you ask her. Your run-of-the-mill greed and ambition and bid for expansion. »
This part, she meets eyes for. ( It’s not infantilising if the file prescribes emphasis. )
❝You investigate the supply chain, we go in, make sure this doesn’t become ground zero for an all out turf war.❞
( DEO gets some new toys to reverse engineer. )
❝ see , here’s the thing . ❞ the batwoman closes the distance between them , lowering her voice as to not allow it to carry beyond the ears of herself and the “ partner ” that’s been forced upon her like a bad migraine . ❝ i don’t care about getting those weapons back to bones . what i do care about is clearing these people out so the civilians that live here can come back home and not have to worry about getting their windows shot out or becoming the next body bag shipped to the county morgue and forgotten like every other victim of gang violence in gotham . ❞
at the sound of an approaching vehicle below , she pauses , angles her head in its direction . the clock on her heads - up display still says they have over twenty minutes , so surely . . . with a gauntleted finger , she brushes over the touch sensor on her mask to activate the enhanced audio processor but as she assumed , it’s nothing . better safe than sorry , but the car carries on and fades into the night , tail lights eventually disappearing around the bend that’ll take it out of this neighborhood and into the next borough over .
❝ i’ll take them out , but i need you to make sure the supplier gets taking into our custody . ❞ she finally continues , ❝ and i mean ours , not with the d . e . o . bones and chase get nothing until i get what i want out of him . if you can’t do that , then i suggest you stay up here and let me handle it . ❞
quinzotic:
is the ring on her finger moving unnoticed by DESIGN , or is her vision that blurry already ? … who cares ? WHO wears a ring to … any place on earth where there’s alcohol , right ? bars , galas , charity things— you name it ! it must be her vision . let’s go with the vision . “ hi . ’s not my best party trick but i can definitely tie a knot on … the cherry … the cherry knot … ” give her a minute . “ th’ cherry knot thing … a cherry stem . ’n it gives me a cheery esteem . —’s not even my best party trick . ”
@unsungjustice : ❦ .
she knew going into this that it would be . . . an experience . it always is when she goes undercover and yes , going into a sleazy bar in your civs as a well - known gothamite still counts as undercover when your night job is vigilantism and showing up in uniform is only going to cause chaos . but what she hadn’t expected was to get hit on at the bar counter by harley quinn . at least , that’s what she assumes is happening . she’s definitely heard that particular flex before and with absolutely no amount of the shame she should have had , kate’s used it before too .
the last thing she wants to do is to rev up the rumor mill , but she needs this little stint to work out tonight and if that’s going to happen , she has to at least try to play up the part . so , kate plucks the cherry from her cognac balloon and with the very tips of her middle finger and thumb , offers it to the other woman with a daring smirk spread across her scarlet lips . ❝ so prove it . ❞
friendly reminder that colonel jacob kane is an amazing father who , while he isn’t perfect , loves and supports his daughter and det comics rebirth can eat my whole ass ❤️
Article 125, that’s homosexual conduct.
Yes, sir.
Why couldn’t you tell him what he needed to hear?
I’d have been lying.
Then you kept your honor and your integrity. I’m proud of you. Your mother would’ve been, too.
Kate Kane in Detective Comics #859
I haven’t had a hickey in a while and I find that offensive
babydxhl:
@unsungjustice liked x for a starter.
“Is it—” Mary pauses, scrubs hard at a smear of blood on her cheek; though rain is still hitting the roof over their heads, it can’t drown out the ringing of gunfire still in her ears.
She’s going back to Arkham, she thinks soberly, a realisation that had dawned on her almost from the moment the Batwoman had shown her pointed little ears at the warehouse. That spoilt little rich boy is going back to his mewling, weak father and Mary Dahl is going back to Arkham sans-money and sans-privileges. She swallows hard, fixes her gaze on the floor.
“Is it nice for you? Does it make you feel good? Like a hero?” She wonders how long it will take the bumbling GCPD to arrive, for the asylum transport van to load her up like old luggage. She keeps talking, because talking comes very easily to her. “How many of these—” She lifts her fists, shakes the flexicuffs. “—Do you go through a week, huh?”
blank , white eyes shift their gaze from the drenched , oily street to the arkham - bound fool sat on the cement beside her . is she serious ? really ? she’s actually trying a whole guilt trip with a warehouse full of cuffed up henchman behind them and a kid she’s likely traumatized for the rest of his life sitting only a few feet away ? incredulity elicits a scoff from painted lips , eyebrows lift in humorous disbelief behind the mask that obscures them . this is definitely a first .
❝ are you trying to make me feel bad ? ❞
sometimes i rly miss writing ms illyana nikolievna rasputina bc i love her so much and she’ll always be my number one but then i remember x - men sucks ass in the comics rn and the marvel rpc was largely a mess and decide instead to stay right where i am .
