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Batman meets NightWoman	By : JoWashington Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 1290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Batman meets NightWoman
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I do not own Batman or Nightman… This is an AU/AR to the Night Man that was made by Malibu Comics…
‘thoughts of Batman and Night Woman’
‘Night Woman receiving evil thoughts’
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The Bat and the Night
At Last They Meet…
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It’s been two years since, thanks to my “mother”, I was thrown into this dimension.
Home, I was called “Nightmare”… here people, those I captured and those I’ve saved call me “The Night Woman” , similar to my father, the Night Man I am unable to sleep at night and do not/can not sleep at night because of a piece of shrapnel in my brain and because of the shrapnel, I can also hear evil, to a stronger degree than my father; I can hear even the lesser evils . However, unlike my parents- I refuse to murder people to gain longevity. I refuse to gain longevity at all. I make my way as a personal shopper and a professional saxophone player in Jazz and Blues music. I’ve been following a stooge for the past three weeks across the United States from San Francisco to Gotham. The stooge is bald, tattooed, and a little hefty around the middle. I’m dressed like my father before the incident with Loki.
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I’ve been hearing tales of a ‘Night Woman’ who is as much a vigilante as I. As of yet there are few mentions of her but the scum have been talking. Three of my scum contacts have gone off the radar. Word is that the Night Woman has been ‘taking care’ of them. Apparently, her eyes are the first anybody sees, if anything. Blood red. One horribly round, seeing anything and everything.
Robin is concerned, but as “leader” of Young Justice- and my sidekick- he’s learned to be suspicious.
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This is only my third day in the city of the Gotham; three stooges I captured have told me almost everything I want to know about Joey “Jaws” Briton. Unfortunately, they don’t know anything other than the fact that he came into town six days ago and has started a protection racket. He’s also murdered two civilians to give “just” cause on why people should pay him to be protected.
I let them go after my second night in this city. I told them to spread the word that “The Night Woman” has come to take down Joey “Jaws”.
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It’s been two nights since my scum contacts have re-emerged from whatever rock they were hiding under. They’ve been spreading the word around that “the Night Woman” is going to take down Joey “Jaws”. Joey “Jaws” is a felon that started out small in San Francisco with petty larceny at twelve and has had his fingers in just about everything in his thirty-six years. No scum like him would ever make it in my town. But first Batman needed to track down “the Night Woman”; I’ve been tracking her progress and was beginning to see a pattern of patrol. Several of the scum have been threatened and/or captured by the “Night Woman” and handed over to the police along the course of her patrol.
It was time for the “Night Woman” and Batman to meet.
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I was along my usual patrol route now here in Gotham when I felt it, ‘Evil!’: ’Now my darling Child, you will DIE!’ I could feel the depravity in the evil. I followed it to its source, a man in his forties. Pasted all around the room were pictures of naked children, all with scared looks in their eyes. In front of the man was a young girl, no more than seven. Her sweater dress was ripped and torn and her eyes begged for someone to save her, her mouth duct-taped shut, her hands hand-cuffed to the bed-post.
I broke through the window and grabbed the knife as it made its decent to slice her throat. Using the Akkido I learned early on I dislocated his wrist, elbow, and shoulder causing him to scream in pain.
Two more men burst into the room.
‘A Cape?! Shoot her!’
‘No one shall get the pretty toy but us!”
Were the thoughts of evil that swarmed my mind; I was able to get the first before he even drew his revolver. Simultaneously I was able to knock the gun from his hand even as I knocked the other out with a boot to the face. A hard whack to my shoulder pad drew my attention back to the man that had the knife previously. In his hand, the one without the broken wrist, was a pipe. A quick glance to the ceiling told me that he wrenched it from the sprinkler system that was dripping water onto the floor in a steady stream. A block, followed by a hard right cross, and a left jab took him to the realms of unconsciousness. With a spare handcuff key I unlocked the girls’ handcuffs and by using two sets of handcuffs, one of which was a set of my own, I cinched the three predators around the base of the bed that had been bolted to the floor.
I turned and faced the young shocked girl, kneeling to face her and as gently as I could with a mental wince I removed the duct tape. Her face was red and raw from the adhesive, her eyes red and puffy from crying, but as I gathered her into my arms and held her close comforting her, she whispered shakily and quietly:
“Thank you…” And as she realized she was safe, she wrapped her arms around me and started sobbing into my neck.
Using one arm to support her, I jumped out of the window onto the ledge beneath it and ran to the nearest police station, six city blocks away. When we got there, they took one look at the little girl in my arms, calls SVU (special victims unit) and her parents. Two people, detectives, from SVU went to where I told them the little girl was being held; the other two detectives escorted the little girl, Jessica, and I to the hospital. Her parents met us in the exam room.
Throughout almost the whole exam, Jessica clung to me, even as the police detectives were asking a few questions and she and her parents’ crying. The only time she let me go was when she needed x-rays; her parents even had to hug her around me, not that I didn’t understand… Once the doctor finished with her tests and examination, she left the room, but not before warning us that the press were outside.
Once again I held her in one arm as she buried her face in my neck, as we made our way outside the hospital, where we were bombarded with the press Summer Gleeson of Gotham Insider was one of the reporters yelling questions. I would now be known throughout the world, thanks to the busybody-ness of the news.
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Batman was on Night Woman’s normal patrol last night waiting for her to come to a certain section to confront her. She hadn’t been in town long enough to get on the major criminals’ shit list… I waited two hours past the designated time at which she was supposed to come past my position but when she never showed, I gave up waiting and finished the second tour of my own patrol. As it was nearing dawn. I decided that confronting her could wait until her next nightly patrol, which would be tonight, she never showed up in the daylight anyway… Unlike Batman when I assisted the Justice League. It was a little after five-thirty in the morning when I parked the Batmobile in the Batcave, Alfred met me there with my breakfast and the morning news paper in hand.
“Did you confront the Night Woman, sir?”
I removed my cowl as I sat in the armchair in front of the Bat Computer. “No- She didn’t use her usual patrol route…” I growled.
“Sir, if I may…” Alfred said, as he pressed a button on the Batcave’s computer, activating the Television and receiving the signal for the Gotham Insider’s Early Morning News with Summer Gleeson just as Tim came downstairs.
‘Earlier this morning, the young girl that was kidnapped three weeks ago has finally been returned to her parents…’ I turned up the volume. ’Young, Jessica Cardenza has found her guardian angel in the Vigilante known as “The Night Woman”. Thanks to the Night Woman’s efforts, Jessica’s three captors have been arrested and Jessica is now safely at home with her parents. This was the scene outside of Gotham City General Hospital this morning:’ The camera switched to a video of the scene outside the Gotham City Hospital. Although several of the reporters were yelling questions, including Summer Gleeson, no one got in the way of Night Woman as she made her way to the street, the terrified little girl’s arms clenched around her neck. When one male reporter stalled their progress by grabbing Night Woman’s arm and incidentally brushing his hand against the girl’s arm, the little girl- Jessica started screaming. Night Woman shoved him off of her, glaring at him with her normal eye. A couple of detectives that I wasn’t familiar with made a path the rest of the way for Night Woman and the little girl. An unmanned motorcycle pulled up to the curb and Night Woman got on still cradling young Jessica in her arm and drove away. The camera switched views again bringing Summer Gleeson back into view. ‘The three of Jessica’s captors have been brought up on charges of murder, attempt to murder, kidnapping and will be facing a minimum of twenty-years before parole… And in other news, Billionaire Bachelor Bruce Wayne will be attending a Charity Blues Function to-’ I switched it off the monitor. I needed some sleep before Bruce Wayne headed off to work and then to the society charity function.
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After leaving a exhausted Jessica with her parents and tucking her in at their insistence, I made my way back to my apartment. Once there I removed my uniform, checking it for tears, holes or tatters, as was prone to happen with long capes and close calls. I already knew that it would stop a knife and bullets were no problem… Luckily, my apartment sported its own washer and dryer. With my uniform now in the wash, I removed my mask and lenses, revealing my fully dilated eyes with only a thin rim of brown surrounding the pupils. My red brown hair was tangled, badly, from tonight’s patrol, so I decided to wash it.
Finally getting out of the shower, I checked my e-mails, as I towel dried my hair. I found three requests asking for something chic, splashy and yet conservative… I was given the measurements as well as the requested color… altogether, they came to about an hour per request, shopping-wise. Luckily I got paid $500.00 an hour; and within the week of my moving here I had twelve very loyal customers. All the requests today were for older ladies that had cash to burn, knew what the wanted, what they liked, but hated doing the actual shopping for themselves.
It was the last e-mail that caught my eye however. It was from Donny Carson; Donny Carson was a legend in the Jazz world, needless to say, I opened it. The e-mail was about the Jazz function tonight. Donny had said that he would let me know at the last minute; guess he knew ahead of time… as I was gathering the rest of what I would need for today’s shopping expedition. I slipped on my sunglasses l very feminine wrap around sunglasses and left my darkened apartment.
I am so much like my father used to be it’s crazy… Or maybe it was karma… Like my father I have, as I stated earlier, shrapnel in my brain. It is inoperable, just like his, being in the same spot, and has affected my eyesight, my ability to sleep, and has given me the ability to hear evil… though at a greater level than my father’s…
I was lucky so far… I hadn’t yet met the local vigilante or his teammates, but to make sure I didn’t cross their paths. I decided to change my patrol route. Starting with disguising what building I entered… There was a sub-basement that connected to the subway… so one, and then there was the ventilation to which I had access on my floor and connected to the sub-basement… through ventilation closets at which maintenance crews accessed year round for various maintenance issues.. And that was two. Now I just had to implement them before Batman snuck up on me… Joy…
I would find out later tonight where this ‘new patrol route’ would take me as I encountered: Bane, Mr. Freeze and the Penguin. It was Bane that I encountered first, and during the Jazz Charity Function, at which I and my group would be performing.
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Normally when I attend one of these jazz functions for charity they’re all blues music and low-key. But Donny Carson found a new saxophonist… It was after the first set of as usual low-key jazz, which lasted at least half an hour. I saw several of the Charity circuit yawn, this kind of blues music was ‘Sing me to Sleep’! and I had to stop a yawn myself. Suddenly the lights on the crowd switched to blue and the stage black; there was a grand intro with sax, trumpet, drums and an acoustic guitar, then a Bass beat started, after an eight-count rest, a female voice said:
'“I think it’s time we blow this thing; get everybody and their stuff together… Okay 3, 2, 1; Let’s Jam!”'
The lights switched to red, yellow, orange, and green; with red lights on stage. Obviously, the band had changed and the new saxophonist was a woman. After an hour and a half, she stepped up to the mike.
“Alright everybody- I know you’re enjoying our groovy tunes, but we need ten minutes to rest our chops…” She stepped aside to allow Donny Carson to take the mike.
“Let’s hear it for Deidre Domino! If you love her music, there’re CD’s available; please pick one up… Here’s a track from the CD titled “Soapy River Blues”!”
Miss Domino left the stage and headed for the bar, where I was standing, it was even more dim than the dance floor and yet she still wore her sunglasses.
“Stone- give me an S.S. with a lime twist…” She passed him a five and he handed it back. “Donny said that for your group, all drinks are free, thanks to the efforts of you and your group, we doubled the amount we raised last year!”
She smiled warmly at the Bartender, Stone, and pocketed the five. Stone turned to me.
“Scotch and Soda, bartender...” I said. I let my eyes drift over her before returning them to the dance floor, the music really did remind me of a soapy river… slow and light but with a ‘happy gurgle’…. odd. Deidre Domino was dressed splashy yet conservative. She wore low black heels, black slacks flared to the knee, an amethyst tank-shirt, a jeweled belt, simple gold hoops with matching bracelet and necklace. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a clip at the nape of her neck.
“One S.S. Lime twist and a scotch and soda.” Deidre turned and like me watched the rest of the guests from the bar. I turned and left keen on observing her from across the room.
She watched the guests for around five minutes, sipping at her drink, before she handed back her half-filled glass to the bartender and made her way to the ladies’ room. Before she got there however the wall was broken through by Bane and I was no where near any point of exit. Deidre was grabbed by Bane and thrown into the tables holding the hors d’oeuvres which were overturned at her velocity and subsequent crash.
Apparently, Bane decided he needed stooges, which were all armed with automatics. An interesting development, as all of the stooges were armed dually with grenades. And with all the exits blocked, there was no way to get out and change; and no way to signal Robin, Nightwing or Batgirl.
“Now if all of you will hand over your valuables to these amigos. I will be on my way.” Bane said as he picked up the seven foot urn, filled with cash and checks.
Batman was going to blow his cover; unless something happened in the next two minutes to save the night… And with luck it wouldn’t be Huntress. I raised my eyes to the ceiling, well skylight, where I saw two blood-red glowing eyes. One horribly round the other normal shaped. Night Woman- it had to be.
Then the skylight was crashed through.
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It was luck that Bane’d grabbed and thrown me. When I’d hit the tables, I somersaulted into the prep area. Just seconds before a stooge burst through the rear entrance, I was able to scramble on top of a large metal shelving unit up to a skylight in the prep area, out the skylight and onto the roof. Once out there it was easy to change into my uniform which I’d hidden up here just in case.
Once changed and my lenses in place, I looked through one of the main skylights into the Jazz section of the charity event tonight. Only one person saw me through the skylight before I burst through, and that was Bruce Wayne.
As the glass fell around me, I was able to throw the weighted section of my climbing rope in an arc at the stooges knocking them unconscious. “Now! Get out!! Hurry!” I yelled to the Band and the rest of the guests. I knew from previous experience (less than five minutes ago) that he was insanely strong and the fact that I was ‘a cape’ would not be earning me any “Brownie Points”.
“So, we have a new hero in town… You must be the Night Woman… Allow me to introduce myself, I am Bane.” He adjusted the wrist on his left wrist. “And you Amiga, will be crushed.”
I focused my telescopic eye on that dial. If I could disrupt the flow or yank to plug, I could probably bring him down… I really needed to do my homework after this.
Wayne was one of the first out the door. I altered my voice to hoarse lower timbre before I spoke, something that was relatively easy… for me at least… Four years of acting one of the males in high school drama productions has really paid off.
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Once I was far enough away from the crowd I ‘summoned’ the Batmobile. It arrived quickly enough and soon Batman was on the scene. Night Woman, meet the Batman and be prepared to be shocked.
I grappled up to the roof and jumped through the hole Night Woman made; landing in the shadows to observe how exactly the Night Woman planned on taking down Bane.
She was running at Bane just as I landed.
“What Amiga; have you no wish for conversation?” Bane asked as he grabbed the Bandstand and launched it at her. She dodged to the side as it crashed where she’d stood.
“Well, I find it’s counterproductive…” She said as she flipped behind one of the serving tables kicked it towards Bane; before jumping onto the rolling table and surfing toward him. When he threw a punch, she nearly bent herself double, backwards to avoid the hit, before kicking her left leg at his head.
‘Hmm… not as dumb as I thought…’ She did get caught on TV after all…
Bane grabbed her leg and threw her at one of the support pillars. When she hit, she grunted, but got right back into the fight throwing a series of short jabs at his dial, trying to break it most likely, not loosing the train of conversation. “After all… Wishing for conversation, when we can toss witty banter back and forth?”
“I agree Amiga- it was foolish of me to say as such.” He swiped a hand at her cape trying to grab it, but she avoided the heavy handedness by tucking into a roll and somersaulting between his legs to jump up and slam a foot into his spine.
“Oh- good. As long as we agree that you’re the criminal and I am the hero in this scene we should have no problems.”
Bane turned and threw another punch at Night Woman which she avoided by doing several back-flips to get out of his reaching range.
“Si- I am the Super-villain and you are the superhero…”
“Aww- you noticed!”
She was flirting!! It was time to interrupt this tête-à-tête. As I was about to throw a Batarang, Night Woman threw two sparking objects at Bane. One of which he caught, the other splattered on his amped ‘venom’ dial and continued to spark, suddenly the splattered and sparking ‘goo’ arced causing Bane to yell in agony.
I paused in my Batarang interrupt’us throwing, startled. Bane was getting smaller in stature. With that goo, she had somehow interrupted the flow of venom…
“Good night!” Night Woman said as she jumped and landed a double kick to his belly before landing on one hand, spinning, and kicked Bane in the head twice more. Once she was sure he was out, she unplugged his dial with a wet pop and placed some gauntlets on his forearms with metal between as a heavy-duty handcuffs. “Sleep tight!” Her eyes swept the room, easily picking me out, and giving me a nod as she did so. “I’ll be sure to tell the Bats to Bite!” She said, her lips flashing a wicked grin.
I grimaced mentally. She was really was as bad as Robin… come to think of it, Nightwing as well…
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‘Well- so much for not meeting the local vigilantes…’ I sighed mentally before jumping onto a non-wheeled table before leaping to the chandelier and swinging from there to the hole in the skylight that I made upon entering. I flipped to get through the hole and came face-to-chest with the Batman. My first thought? ‘Man! He’s tall!” My second? ‘How in the hell am I supposed to get out of this situation?’ Then like a miracle, I received the thread of evil running through my head: ‘Heh-heh… Thanks to Mr. Freeze, we can loot this place and sell this stuff on the Black Market!’ If there was something I hated, it was the Black Market… Right up there with guns.
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While she was busy jumping to the chandelier, I grappled to the rood and faced the hole. As I predicted, she landed nose-to-chest in front of me. Her surprise was momentary before she glared at me; she was almost as good as I was… I thought with a grudging respect.
Her head tilted to the side as if she was listening to something closely. Her brow beneath her cowl furrowing in concentration.
Then she dodged to the left and jumped off the roof. Simultaneously as she did so, Alfred contacted me that “someone was breaking into ‘the First Gothica Bank’. The only bank that was also right next to a jewelry store… I would place money that Mr. Freeze was pulling a two-for-one deal.
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Batman was right behind me as I landed on my motorcycle and sped towards the Bank. If Mr. Freeze is what his name alleged then I’ll have to adjust my plan of attack. I parked a few stores down and got off my cycle. The Ice made a dead giveaway as to his location, but to make sure I scanned the other stores around me, the thugs were here somewhere. As I was scanning, Batman pulled up behind my cycle. He leapt out of the Batmobile and I immediately noticed he was more equipped to fight Mr. Freeze than I was at the moment. I picked up some movement in one of the shops with a slight frown allowed my telescopic lens/eye to focus in on that.
Three thugs were taking the store apart with pipes, brass knuckles, and gunny-sacks.
I quickly decided to give Batman the lead in taking down Mr. Freeze, while I went after the thugs. I have easily learned to despise those who deal with the Black Market; so I recorded about three minutes of the thugs talking with each other openly about selling the stuff and how much they’d get for it before I ‘came’ on the scene.
Less than five minutes later I’d stopped them and was attaching my disposable audio recorder to the camera before I notified the police. Then I darted across the street to help Batman, if I could.
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Freeze was once again using diamonds to fuel his suit and freeze gun… Thus the reason why he was robbing the jewelry store… But why the Bank? Two minutes later I had my answer; Freeze’d invented a new weapon. My Batarangs were ineffective against it as were my small explosives… ’Alright Batman, think… Find a weakness!’
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Night Woman with startling accuracy she threw the end (which appeared to be weighted) of her rope through the trigger (with accuracy even I could appreciate, and the fact that it was done with a rope was even more impressive) of the new weapon and snapped the rope like a whip, causing the weapon to be ripped from his hand to land neatly in hers. Freeze must have been really startled for her to be able to do that.
“What’s this Batman, you have someone else taking over your patrols?”
“I’d say something,” Night Woman said with a dark grin on her face; I was really starting to appreciate her operating style… With quick hands she dismantled the weapon, “But the puns available are just so obvious…”
“How dare you!” Freeze shouted pulling out two freeze-ray guns, and began shooting wildly. Night Woman and I leapt out of the way jumping and flipping with some teamwork that is inherent in almost all superheroes we were able to, well Night Woman was able to distract Freeze while I threw a Batarang, Freeze froze it with one of his guns, with a shot from one of Night Woman’s Taser-fists I was able to break the frozen Batarang out and threw it at the gun.
It cut it off at the barrel, and Freeze dropped the gun in anger and began shooting again.
“You!” Freeze shouted and he shot his freeze gun at Night Woman. Milliseconds before he did however, Night Woman jumped, catching one of the hanging lights as she did.
Quickly I threw a second Batarang at the freeze-ray gun and hit the barrel, now Freeze couldn‘t fire it anymore.
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