Rorschach
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Post by Rorschach on Sept 2, 2017 1:03:12 GMT -5
This revelation took Rorschach aback. Jessica Jones had only been one of Cade's muscled cronies in New York City. She had been away for a handful of years and he admitted to himself he didn't keep tabs on her.
Gotham? Why?
Clearly Barbara was telling the truth. He detected no lie in her words or on her face or in any of her body language.
And then it came...she proved her theory correct.
This revelation took Rorschach further aback.
Almost petulantly, he grunted and crossed his arms slowly over each other.
"....doesn't prove anything conclusively," he growled, "She is one person. Different experiences maybe. Our notes seem to collide."
He sighed in a growl and looked at the window.
"...but your notes are more recent." he admitted.
His attention was drawn to the sound of the coffee pot. He watched Babs head in to retrieve some for herself.
Then she offered him some.
This gave him some pause. Nobody ever offered him anything. Occasionally people would throw coins at him, but usually only kids or politically charged older folk trying to dent his sign.
You didn't just give something to Rorschach. Or Walter Kovacs.
"No." he replied, in a less gruff voice than usual as he looked back out the window.
".....if Jessica Jones is what you claim," he went on as he stood steadily and moved toward the window, "Then you need to tell me what you know about her that I do not have already. I know two of our three principle opponents thoroughly, Jones requires an update. The blue woman remains a mystery herself. No data on her."
Rorschach peered out at the city. This really was an impressive skyscraper. Cade's own little tower he'd locked this girl up in. He was sure Cade was attempting to ascertain who Barbara was at this moment.
And he might find out. But that wasn't worth mentioning when she was from such a distance away. It was not something Cade would have easy access to. And with her performance, perhaps he didn't even suspect.
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Post by Batgirl on Sept 2, 2017 23:37:37 GMT -5
"I know it doesn't prove anything conclusively," she said, almost comfortingly. She didn't want to start a fight. "I'm just saying that if someone like Jessica Jones, that you say was adopted by someone like Artie Cade and spent that long as his adopted daughter, could get away from him and live a successful life away from him ... maybe there's hope for Laura. That's all I was saying." She offered a smile hunched her shoulders a little bit as she held her cup of coffee. The entire posture she had indicated that she didn't want to really argue, but she wanted him to understand her point of view. That it wasn't coming out of nowhere.
She heard him say he didn't want anything, but she brought him a cup of coffee anyway. Just in case he needed something to warm himself. There was something about him that made her wonder if he was the type of person that didn't trust that she would just give him something out of the goodness of her heart. He seemed like the kind of person that had a lot of good in him, but hadn't been shown a lot of good. Maybe he just needed to be shown some good.
She had no sooner set the cup down, than he got up and moved toward the window, but she took no offense. She wasn't worried. It was there if he wanted it.
She walked toward her seat and sat down, sipping her coffee.
"Jessica Jones, like I said, set herself up as a private detective. She actually did a lot of work trying to keep her powers under wraps. Not a lot of people in Gotham like mutants or meta humans or whatever you call them. It's not a friendly place even for humans. She tried to stay away from the heroing business, but she found herself roped in on it a few times, and the police thanked her for it. She liked to keep her head down, mostly."
She took a sip of her coffee and thought for a moment.
"I always had the feeling she was running from something. Something about the way she acted, it was like she was doing so much good work to atone for something. I never had the chance to sit down with her and talk about it, but now ... Maybe she was running from Cade. Maybe something happened to her, and she had to get out of there. I'm just speculating, but it makes sense."
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Rorschach
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Post by Rorschach on Sept 6, 2017 18:34:43 GMT -5
Rorschach grunted and turned back toward Barbara.
"Begs the question," he growled, "Why'd she come back to him? If she wanted to escape? And if she's so...good? Something to ponder."
He kept his head tilted quizzically toward her as he moved silently and retrieved the mug of coffee and pulled up the chin of his mask, sipping it in large gulps. He had never been terribly well-mannered, which Rorschach was only aware of given how his habits differed from others he observed. But he was often in a hurry and didn't often take any pleasure in food or drink or anything of the kind. It was all just something that had to be done to keep moving. In this case, coffee would be helpful for a long night.
It was hot, but he didn't mind. It was cool enough to drink.
When he had finished the cup, he set it down, pulling the mask back down over his mouth and chin.
".......thank you," he mumbled as he moved toward the window again before he stopped and looked back, "Will be keeping watch around this block. Will get to you first if anything looks suspicious. Best way I can pay you back for coffee."
He opened the window he had come in and looked down at the street below, then across to the adjacent building. It was a few stories lower than the penthouse, which kept the amazing view of the skyline unobstructed. He supposed that might be the best way to get down. Progressively lower rooftops, as opposed to the manner he had scaled the building.
But for the moment, Barbara was safe. And that was good.
Barbara was good. Naive, but good.
Rorschach casually withdrew his grapple gun and examined it, prepping it as quickly as he could so as not to extend any goodbyes.
He didn't often have the stomach for them, much as he didn't entirely dislike Barbara's company.
She put him at ease, he'd noticed. Well, as much as could be done...which truly was no easy feat considering his general demeanor and him constantly being on edge.
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Post by Batgirl on Sept 8, 2017 16:13:42 GMT -5
The color ran out of Barbara's face as Rorschach spoke. What did he mean? Was Jessica actually back in New York? She hadn't heard anything about her leaving Gotham. If that was true, that made all of this a little more complicated. She knew she could get past Laura with a little bit of social engineering. Laura was young and probably a little naive. But Jones? She was smarter. She would recognize her.
This complicated things a lot. She would have to watch her step. Maybe wear a mask, if she wanted to avoid being discovered.
Christ, she was starting to sound like a vigilante.
"I don't know why she would have come back. Maybe something spooked her. There's plenty in Gotham to run away from," she said, just a hint of her own baggage lingering in her voice. She definitely had some things she'd like to run away from if she had the chance, but she had decided she never would. Not if she could help it.
Gotham needed her, even if it was in some small capacity. She couldn't just run away.
"I'll see if I can get her on our side. She doesn't have to know we're looking for Cade. We could use a private eye's experience."
She watched as he drank his coffee like he had no tomorrow, raising a hand as though she wanted to tell him to slow down.
But, by the time she opened her mouth to speak, he was already putting the cup down and pulling his mask down. She couldn't help the chuckle bubbling up from her throat. "You're welcome," she said.
She watched him, head tilted.
Was he ... leaving?
"Wait-HEY!" She got up and stumbled over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure you don't at least want a warm place to stay tonight? Christ, at least pretend to stay the night until I'm asleep, and then sneak out. It'll make me feel better about not having to watch you jump out a window."
She said it all with a smile, as she usually did, but there was a genuine tone of worry in her voice. She was worried about him. She wasn't used to being in a building this high off the ground, and she wasn't used to the idea of seeing someone jump out of a window, whether or not they had a grappling tool.
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