"Oh, God... Ministry raised? Sounds like hell... not that they'd let you say 'hell' or all the fun words now, would they?" Ivy sniggered, her chin rolling onto her shoulders. As her chest heaved and rolled, her red hair became a quivering curtain, constantly teased by her fingertips. It was as if she was still getting used to her hair being as long as it was, its chewed tips of fire reaching down to her shoulder blades.
"Honey!" Ivy hummed "I'd never
date a guy named
Richard!" She spoke as if the very idea of 'boys' was exciting and new, giggling like a school girl between each line.
"I'd like my partner to have a nice, short name. Like Pat. Or Same. Or Harely. Yano, something that rolls of the tongue. Not 'Richard'!" She laughed again, her painted nails pulling at her lip.
"I probably shouldn't be enjoying this so much, sorry! Maybe 'adults' are supposed to take this stuff seriously... Guess I'm hardly a grown up then... maybe that's why Oswald doesn't respect me..."
"Oh" Will's shoe rolled backwards, shift the large man of his axis. Needless to say, he had been caught of guard. It wasn't every day someone showed interest in him; 'meatheads' like him were hardly on the top of anyone's 'cheat lists'. But this 'Gavin' fellow seemed like a different sort... maybe Gotham was finally catching up with the times "I'd... I'd like that... Thanks. I'll... I'll meet you by the bar then, yeh?"
"Look at you, Mr.Lovebird!" His brother laughed, his dome of a head tilted like pisa towards Will, a paddle of a hand slapping his back "Makes a change, don't it?"
"Ease off, bro!" Will snapped back "What's wrong? Jealous?"
"Oh I ain't jealous; just confused as to how this fella could be fan-boy ova that crusty old General- couldn't he even phone in ahead and let us know he was running late, instead of leaving us to hang around like lemmings?"
"Oh, what a sweetheart" The blonde smiled, tipping her brow at her new patron. Looks like this 'Eradicator' was just the entertainment she had been after. She seemed dangerous, and Ms.Kean had always been in love with the dangerous. She'd have to start playing her usual games... time to see how far the 'Eradicator' was willing to go to keep up appearances. A killer or not, something was off about the city's lates import... and it wasn't only how much she had been sweating...
"Fingers crossed you can charm the big-guy as easily as you're charming me. We're I on the Bird's throne, I'd stark forking over territory just for manners like that; not every day you find someone who knows how a girl's gotta be treated. Gotta name, cute stuff? Friends call me Barbs. Barbara Kean, if you really want my attention... Kean by name, and Keen by nature..." She rolled her straw between her teeth, locking her unblinking eyes to Clara's with a calculated wink.
"My my, I'm being spoiled tonight..." Barbara pressed her knees together and let herself spin on her stood, her shoulders pressed together to shrink her frame. It was time to relinquish some of her power, even if just to see what Harry and Clara would do given the clout. Gotham was a city of predators and prey; if she made herself the prize, she was curious to see which of the wolves would come forth as the Alpha. "Try not to fight over me now, Ladies and Gents... I'm sure there's plenty of me to go around..." In another calculated move, Barbara rolled her head to the side, casing her eyes across the dancefloor. Cast out the line, then reel them in. Give them the attention, then strip it all away. "I just wonder who can win me over first... right now, my money's one the cute one..."
Not that she had any intention of telling which one of them who the cute one was...
The alleyway Kid Question found herself in was damp, wet, but most significantly, dark, as if the moon itself had been locked away. Overhead, not a single start could be seen, and with every step she took into the lion's den, the streetlamps and car light's at its jaws seemed to fade away. Soon, it would dawn on Koichi that she was very much alone... yet somehow, still being watched.
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"You're smart girl, Mz.Makoto. We knew that you would take us up on our offer"
Through the smog of the alley, a voice called, croaky and coarse. The figure's voice echoed and creaked with every word, his message as deformed as he veiled face. Amidst the browning bricks and filth at their feet, the figure seemed to blend in with his surroundings. He was hard to look at for more than a few moments, migraines creeping into the minds of all who tried; no matter how hard he tried, Kid Question could not determine who's face hung beneath the creatures hood, and judging by his demeanour alone, perhaps it was for the best.
"We had anticipated resistance, but we assure you that it is unnecessary. Put the plant down, Koichi- sorry, am I being too informal? Would you prefer I used the name of your other self? No matter. I am certain that a mind such as yours would have many more pressing queries... Yes... I am certain that you have Questions..."
@Crow