Gun Street Girl [Dr. Crane]

[ashpaz]

It was another easy day of walking about the city so far. The night before had a touch of excitement to it. After getting rather bored, Ace started doing some live target practice along the streets. With her handgun she had let a shot to the sky ring out, sending the homeless off like a stampede of mindless wildebeests. Looking down the sight of her rifle, she slowly picked them off, one by one, on top of a roof deck in the Narrows. All too soon her fun had been cut short by lights and sirens. She had only been able to cap off seven. Her parkour stunts easily set her free from their vain attempts at capture.

Now she was dancing down the streets of Downtown, her light frame bouncing off of walls and twirling about in an odd mixture of free running and jazz, listening to the music only she could hear echoing in her head. Brazenly she stepped around the bamboozled bystanders and put a black plaid Windsor cap on her head, clashing wildly with her bouncing fiery hair. Hitting a patch of gravel, she put the loose stones to good use by scratching the soles of her shoes over them, creating the effect of tap dancing.

A few rambunctious kids actually stopped to look, applauding any time she pulled off something fancy, one hand always holding the cap fashionably over her eyes, the other working furiously to keep balance.

Abruptly, when she lost interest in having an audience, she stopped her dance and continued to walk on down the street, cries of sadness erupting from the children. They followed her and nagged, begging for another show as the shadow of a decrepit row of houses fell over them. With a blank stare she reached deeply into her right pocket, withdrawing a Glock. The sounds fell. Still staring out into the distance, she racked the slide back and checked the chamber. The noise itself silenced their footsteps. A blind shot to the wall sent them screaming and running.

As if nothing had happened, Ace grinned as she turned the corner and emerged into the light, putting her gun back into the holster hidden under her cargoes. With a skip she began listening to that music again, taking twists and flips off of the walls, swinging around lampposts, and reverse vaults off of railings.

[scarecrow]

Court Cases.
It was amazing how well he had put himself back together again after the incident with the Batman. Jonathna had convinced most of the people, that he knew he was perfectly fine, that he'd been under the effects of the gas himself, and thus led to do strange things. The de-tox program actually did help, aside for the fact it made the little voice in the back of his head louder, and more in charge from time to time, Jonathan rubbed his temples.

They had suspended his medical license but had no proof he'd driven anyone mad. So he had been able to retain his job in Arkham. Though now he had to be much more careful they were watching him. How tempted he was to get his Mask, and have a nice private conversation with those who wanted to meddle to closely in his business. Jonathan ran a hand through his hair, and held to the brief case, that held among other things, his work papers, he had gotten the man commited to Arkham, like he wanted. However, the foolish mobster didn't realize why Doctor Crane had been more than happy to do so. It meant he was closer.

After Falcone's little stunt, Jonathan had grown to have a huge dislike for the mob. They were like insects swarming around over ripe fruit. Gotham being the fruit, of course.

The sound of gunshots around the corner had the lanky doctor glancing around, his lips pressed into a very thin line. He scanned the surrounding, and didn't see a shooter, so he supposed it was just another normal day in Gotham, until he saw the girl, with brilliant red hair.

Inmate 672.

Jonathan adjusted his glasses, and tipped his head faintly to the side. He watched her antics for a few moment. Why was she out, he reach into the inner pocket of his long jacket to pull out his blackberry, and tapped some numbers in with agile fingers. It seemed that she'd been released, she hadn't broken out, or so said the note attatched to her file. He had not approved that, she had been exposed to the fear toxin, and it had not really done alot to her, she had be retained to study, but this...he wondered who else was playing these games, as the person who let her out, had really allowed a very unstable young woman into the midst of others.

It wasn't because of any morale obligation that he was concerned, he had very little concern for anyone, save a handful of people. He was quiet for a few moments, deciding his options.

Police-NO that would get them shot or killed.

Arkham retrieval squad- might work might not.

Well, he himself could keep an eye on her. That seemed for the best. So that decided Jonathan followed her, not closely and certainly not openly. Discression was always the best tactic where inmates were concerned.

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[ashpaz]

The music was so strong now that she was humming along to it, free running to the beat. The girl was more walking than running at this point, but with old school parkour techniques with her own spin to it. In fact, in the middle of a franchissement she twisted as her hands left the bar so she ended up jogging backwards.

Ace would have done a simple twist to continue on forward, but something stopped her in her tracks. Something was wrong. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but something was displaced. Her shiny demeanor ceased, the music stopping. Black eyes scanned the crowd of people surging around her. Here they would be everyday folk going to and from work, or criminals in the middle of work. Such was the life of Downtown Gotham.

Everything looked alright - no one seemed to stop when she stopped or speed up in her general direction - but she could not shake the shiver down her spine. Cautiously she turned back around. Running her fingers to brush the grungy red hair away from her face she went back to walking, but with no music in mind.

Someone was watching her.

Deep down inside a voice spoke, calling her to run. The oblivious woman tried to rationalize things. Well… if someone was following her, they were being rather sneaky about it. She knew a simple tactic which would either soothe her worries or aggravate her more. With a hastened step she went into an aerial on the curb, twisting her around to catch a quick glance of those behind her before doing a handspring. Hopping back on the sidewalk she avoided the obvious looks of incredulity as she skipped along. Turning a corner she wandered into a one-way street, the majority of the room taken up by cars and not so much people.

Putting her right hand in her pocket while she fingered the belt loop at her hip with the left, she slowed down to a near crawl, letting her shoulders droop and face return to stone. Occasionally she kicked a bit of trash in her way or nonchalantly hummed a random tune. The fiery haired one seemed to be the prime example of unconscious relaxation.

This could be just one step of many or the only step. Not that it mattered; she had more than enough patience. She had all the time her span allowed.