AU!Batwoman!Dana Tan, homeless indefinitely

[timeshare_batwoman]

What was the point of making this account when you have no intention of playing me anywhere? Why bother getting friends for that pathetic twip I used to be; she already has enough. I need to go back to Gotham, before Max gets overworked.

...oh, and don't even think of using any icons of her for me. I'm not that girl anymore.

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[timeshare_batwoman]

It's even harder when the real one was destroyed.

Really. Never considered her the type to help some dreg impersonate a fallen hero.

[Could this be one of Max's classmates? Or worse, a Wayne Enterprises employee? Well, if he was, he'd be even easier to identify. Whipping out a batarang, but not extending the blades yet.]

[neverrobin]

[And one of Terry's own extends into his hand, just in case.]

...I have no idea where the hell you're getting your info from, but the original Batman retired.

[timeshare_batwoman]

[Just like the real ones. He has to be good to steal from Wayne. She's wishing Max were here as backup.]

And the second Batman was murdered. The net was all over it. [The disgust is just dripping from her voice.]

[neverrobin]

[Mimes checking his pulse, even though the suit gives readouts of that anyways.]

Still breathing, still have a pulse. Want to try making a less delusional claim?

[timeshare_batwoman]

You do. The real Batman doesn't. Thanks to dregs like you.

[Now he's mocking her. Where's Max when you need her? She's the rational one.]

[neverrobin]

I.

AM.

BATMAN.

[He says, and thunder cracks in the background, punctuating his sentence as if the statement itself was a force of nature]

[timeshare_batwoman]

YOU.

ARE.

NOT.

Tell me who you really are and maybe I'll go easy on you. [As in, she and Max will deal with him and won't throw him to Wayne when they're done.]

[neverrobin]

[Terry smirks, and then vanishes from sight. There's a strike coming from your left Dana. Can you figure it out before it connects?]

[timeshare_batwoman]

[Her suit has sound amplifiers. Thank you, Shriek, Max couldn't have developed it without your salvaged suit.

[She doesn't turn her head to follow the noise. Never give away your advantage. (Thank you, Tanaga-sensei.) Wait for the whistle of air... and duck. With a low kick to her left.]

[neverrobin]

[He's kicked, rolls withit, and his back on his feet in seconds. Deactivating the cloaking, he goes back for another round, this time attempting to tackle her.

The fact that if it works, the impact will happen much sooner than it should? Blame it on the rocket boots.]

[timeshare_batwoman]

[Rocket boots. Too fast to do much; her options are take it or throw herself out of the way, and the latter would leave her too vulnerable. Besides, she wants a chance to unmask him.

[She moves back with the tackle, feigning helplessness while keeping her right arm free. Those long ears give so much opportunity to grab, and a strong pull would take it off.]

[neverrobin]

[But can she do it and deal with the fact that Terry just set off the suit's electrical discharge function? It wasn't powerful enough to really hurt her, but it should be enough to stun her.]

[timeshare_batwoman]

[Eurgh. The suit has insulators, enough to make the shock bearable, but not enough to neutralize it. Trying a shoving kick to the gut combined with a grab for the mask. With any luck, his momentum will pull it off.]

[neverrobin]

[And the mask slips off.]

1/2

[timeshare_batwoman]

[Just. Frozen with shock. That's a face she never expected to see again, and no older than when she last saw it.]

2/2

[timeshare_batwoman]

[And then rage. Good-bye, finesse. Throwing a punch at that face.]

How dare you!

Re: 2/2

[neverrobin]

[Terry side-steps, simultaneous grabbing for Dana's arm and attempting to pull off her mask.]

You do NOT get to pull off my mask and say that.

[timeshare_batwoman]

[Twists her arm free, but she doesn't care about the mask. Why hide her identity? Whoever knew enough about Batman to get a Terry lookalike could probably guess who's beneath the mask. Besides, if they assume it's just her, then Max is even safer.]

You don't get to play the victim when you're stealing a hero's identity.

[neverrobin]

...Dana?

I have no unmasked icons because series!Dana just looks too youn

[timeshare_batwoman]

[Taking advantage of his shock to throw her strongest punch at his face.]

Did your homework, huh? Must be pretty dense, though, if you're surprised it's me.

I figured

[neverrobin]

[Shocked or not, he's still the Batman, and that punch was definitely telegraphed. He easily catches it.]

Dana, knock it off. It's me. It's really me. Why are you wearing that Batsuit?

[timeshare_batwoman]

[And again, arm twist. So much easier than just yanking free. She could sweep his legs, but...]

Prove it. One chance. What did I say to you before you drove to Wayne Manor the night Batman returned?

Sorry about that, though I was misremembering the episode for a sec.

[neverrobin]

Trick question. You drove.

[timeshare_batwoman]

[Which is the sort of detail impersonators wouldn't bother to look up.]

Right.

[She wants to just relax and throw herself into his arms like she would have four years ago, but she's not that person anymore. And there's the little matter of where he's been for those four years. Losing the aggressive attitude, but not dropping her guard.]

You want to ask me to prove myself, or should we just skip to how the slag are you still alive?