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I went out into the night

Who: Stephanie Brown. Anyone who wants to meet Batgirl (Open).
What: Patrol.
Where: Starting in Mog Hill and heading towards the Spatters, passing through Bonetown and other neighborhoods.
When: Misdi/Coardi. Any time between sunset and sunrise.
Notes: Characters can run into her if they're on the rooftops as well, or if they're down on street level getting into, or up to, trouble. Rather than setting up a thread for each neighborhood, just LMK which area you're in.
Warnings: Violence/death/gore in the thread with Snape.

She had planned to wait longer until breaking out the Batgirl suit, not wanting it to be completely obvious that 'Batgirl' and 'Steph' were one and the same, but recent events have made her realize patrolling is more important than secret identities right now. And it's not like it matters if people know, they can't exactly go after her family or anything.

Even so, she was sticking to the rooftops, her aim for the night mainly reconnaissance. She's heading to the Spatters purely because the pamphlet warned against it, but she'll be making stops along the way to check things out. The city is big, and considering the distance she needs to travel, she expects to spend most of the night out. Having her grapple gun makes things easier; swinging across rooftops is quicker than running across them and she might get a lift from the El train by riding on top. She briefly wishes she had her car here, before reminding herself that she wouldn't get to see as much driving through streets as she does watching from above.

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He hesitated a moment before answering, but said, "No, of course not."

He hoped she wouldn't notice the hesitation. He hoped the answer sounded natural, because he was definitely lying. The snake thing happened whenever he went to sleep, or whenever he simply didn't bother turning himself human before he was ready to leave to go to work, but she didn't need to know that. He was, however, glad to know about the alley.

"Thanks."

And he was also definitely asking about the Batgirl thing when he got back. For then, though, he decided to race over to the alleyway, seeming to have no trouble moving fast without any legs, before ducking into the alley. Going behind a dumpster, he changed back and dressed quickly, soon coming back out, looking once more like his normal self.

"So what's with the Batgirl thing?"

"That's weird." She's not sure she believes him, but there's no point pressing.

Steph stayed where she was while Jay changed and dressed, leaning back against the wall of a building. The whole situation is pretty weird and Steph isn't sure if she can trust Jay to be honest, which means she doesn't want him to figure out who she is. The cowl covers enough of her face that she's not too worried, but there is a brief temptation to disappear into the shadows. That's not the sort of person Steph is, so she stays.

"Do you have superheroes or vigilantes where you're from?" Because she needs to know how exactly how much she'll have to explain.

"Uh...just in comic books?" he looks at her like he's not quite sure if she's really a costumed hero, or just a bit crazy. "So do you have powers or something?"

"Well, I'm sort of like that, but actually real." At least his world actually has superheroes, it makes things easier, "I don't have any powers, just some fancy tech, five years of training and a can do attitude."

She says the last point with a bit of a self-deprecating grin.

The mention of tech perked his interest, even if this did seem a bit crazy to him. The idea of running around the city in a costume looking for someone who might be breaking the law so she could swoop in to save the day seemed a bit...insane. Still, it didn't seem like a bad thing, just very, very dangerous. After all, he had powers and he wasn't about to do anything like that. Still, instead of pointing any of that out, since it was all a bit obvious anyway, he focused on the tech.

"What kind of tech? Is it here with you?"

"It's here," Steph gestures at herself, all the tech she brought with her is in the suit. She misses some of the stuff she left behind, but she spend most of her vigilante career without any tech, so she can do without.

"It's early 21st century tech, but pretty good for it's time, mostly communications and weaponry." She can't see any harm in telling Jay about some of what she's got on her, and it distracts him from asking too many questions about her.

"Cool! I'm early 21st century, myself." He actually smiles, looking interested. "And that's good to know that you at least have a way to let someone know where you are." Since being out looking for crime, training or not, seemed a bit dangerous, and like she was going to show up in a gutter sooner or later. "Like a cell phone or something fancier? And weaponry?"

"It's handy when it works, but there's no network outside the one our CiDs run on, so I'm running silent." She wishes it was different, she'd feel safer if she had a connection to Oracle.

Steph taps one of her cowl ears, "It's wired into the suit, these are antenna." Then she takes a batarang from her utility belt, flicking it open, "This has a capsule inside that explodes on impact and freezes anything in a five foot radius."

She's enjoying the show and tell, even if it feels a bit silly.

"Freezes?" That surprised him. It didn't sound like the most practical weapon. "Wouldn't that kill everyone, then? I mean, it's a weapon, I guess that's the point, it just seems like if you're going to do that anyway, you might as well just go the old fashioned explosive route, since I imagine having something that instantly freezes everything would involve far more complex technology."

Jay was, of course, picturing normal, literal freezing, which either would involve hypothermia and death, or liquids in the body expanding and...well, death.

"No! No, I don't kill people." She's a little surprised at the comment, forgetting that this isn't a world where everyone knows that Bats don't kill, "It creates a wall, or barrier, of ice. If I throw it at a person, they just get encased in ice. It's kinda painful and cold, but if you don't leave them in it for long, they're fine."

"Oh." He was relieved to hear that. Granted, it still definitely sounded unpleasant, he, like most snakes, strongly disliked the cold and probably couldn't handle that terribly long, but still better than her killing a bunch of people with her batarang. "That's good. I mean, I'd really rather never be encased in a wall of ice, but still better than killing everyone in the area."

"I try not to use the fancy ones too much, usually I just punch people," said with pride, because clearly punching people is the better option in this situation. Mostly she doesn't like to rely on the gadgets that Bruce supplies, because she never knows when he might decide to take it all away.

"Well, I'm glad you're not going to be running around freezing people left and right, but just punching them sounds kind of boring. Then again, considering you're running around looking for crime while wearing a costume, it's not really fair to say anything you do is boring."

"It can be really boring when I'm on a stake out and it's raining and I have to sit on the same rooftop for six hours," Not that it happens very often, Steph doesn't really deal with things that require stakeouts.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I mean, people aren't going to conveniently do something necessarily just around the time you happen to be watching them." Actually, he had no idea how it worked, but his comment seemed reasonable to him.

"You might be surprised, I have awesome - or terrible, depending how you look at it - luck when it comes to being in the right place at the right time." It should probably be called terrible luck, considering how much trouble she gets in to.

"I guess it's good luck if that's what you do--although, since that's not exactly an official police thing, I'm guessing you have to have a job during the day, too?"

"Definitely not official, though the cops tolerate us when they need our help." She's not gonna be too specific about what job she does, so she just shrugs, "Yeah, I keep busy."

"When do you sleep?" If she was up like this at night, up at work during the day...any and all spare time almost had to be spent sleeping, and even then she likely never got to do anything that wasn't work of some kind or another.

"Uh... I get a few hours here and there." Sometimes. When she doesn't end up fighting the Scarecrow until 7am and has to crawl into bed only to be woken up twenty minutes later. "I drink a lot of coffee."

"I can imagine. When I'm not at work I actually spend most of my time relaxing."

"I do that sometimes!" Not as much as she'd like, but she'll get indignant about it anyway, "I give myself nights off from the whole Batgirl business."

"I have the feeling I do it more. I mean, I like to relax, digest my food, stuff like that, on pretty much a daily basis instead of a 'sometimes' basis."

Steph's eyes narrow slightly, because most people don't ever say 'digest my food' and she did just see Jay turn into a snake, but she says calmly, "I forget what that's like."

Jay noticed the eyes narrowing, but had to think about it before he slowly figured out what he'd said. Being raised by other nagas made the concept of swallowing one's food whole then coiling up in a corner while you digested it seem like a normal thing, a casual activity that pretty much was self explanatory.

Of course, humans didn't coil, either.

"You should try it sometime. In fact, I think I'm going to head back to my apartment and do that now. Did I mention I got an apartment finally, by the way?"

I went out into the night

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