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Male x Female The Dime Novel Larceny (shiny X Emeraldgreenhype)

Discussion in 'Orthodox Fan-Based RolePlay' started by Shiny, Oct 6, 2017.

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  1. Shiny

    Shiny Actual Gem. Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    Gotham Gazette - 10:23 PM

    It was a quiet night in Gotham. The rain never seemed to stop news from breaking across town, but tonight the storm seemed to calm the computers ushering in tips and the phones from ringing off the hook. There was no big crime bust or shooting yet, no break-ins or Bat sightings. Even so, the people of Gotham never let their guard down. There were still reporters typing away, finishing up stories and anticipating the next big scoop. Music filling the old, granite building with vibrating sound to help inspire the little fingers of the Gazette's brightest. Rain tapping on the double pained windows, a rhythm of droplets pelting a pattern into her brain.

    Cassidy Cooper couldn't take it anymore. The droning noises of the main floor were driving her crazy. As much as it pained her to disappear into the basement, where she spent most of her day reorganizing files, it was quiet and she could finish this stupid crossword puzzle. No matter how many days she had to "finish" the daily puzzle for her lazy coworker, it didn't make it easier. Trying to come up with clues was hard, building the puzzle was proving to be harder than solving one. Especially when she had to incorporate a theme. The young woman had enough. She pushed the loose hairs that had fallen out of her bun, away from her face, knocking forgotten pencils out from her top-knot and onto the desk in front of her.

    With a slow roll of her head, she stretched while standing, before picking up her work and heading towards the stairs. The eerie quiet of the downstairs was like music to her ears. As she descended, the only noise she could hear was the light tapping of her heels down the stone steps.

    The downstairs was huge and void of any life. There were a few rooms, locked filing rooms she had yet to have the pleasure of reorganizing. Their was floor to ceiling shelving that created a maze around the room, boxes in stacks roaming the floor of files to be put away or entered into the computer, and a lonely desk in the back, by a cracked window that lead to the alley. She had notebooks filled with things she had observed around Gotham, her laptop, her camera and bag. There was a cold coffee balancing on a stack of paperwork and a dry umbrella resting along the edge of her desk. This was home, or at least it felt like that, with the amount of hours she was down here a week. Cass was seriously considering hiding a cot and pillow down here, at least the lighting down here was warm and not the ringing florescents that plagued the upstairs.

    Thirty minutes had passed before Cassidy was back in her normal routine. Leaned back in her chair, legs on the desk to release the tension in her feet, pencil skirt slowly bunching up, fiddling with the press badge with her smiling face and Cassidy Cooper printed under it. The mostly finished crossword puzzle was in her lap and the pencil was wrapped in the fist she was using to hold her head up.

    "73 - down... A pool of money. That connects to 80 - across... hmm. Felonious." Quick little scribbles filled the spaces. Kitty and Illegal would fit there just nicely. Part of her hoped that she made the puzzles hard enough to pose as some kind of challenge. She dropped the badge and started to nibble on the end of the eraser, putting her feet back down and leaning onto the desk. The next few words would take some clever combining to fit into the squares she had left, and she was in the home stretch.

    A small metallic screech jolted her right up. It sounded like someone was opening one of the old rusty cabinets in the locked rooms. There were no lights on when she came down and she would have heard someone on the echoing stairwell. Shivers ran down her back and tingled their way down her legs. Gotham had it's fair share of sneaky pests, but Cassidy wasn't anything close to Animal Control. Curiosity was taking over the fear that held her legs in place, and she found herself sneaking towards where she thought she heard the noise. The door had a cloudy glass window, marked with black lettering. RECORDS .

    As Cassidy got closer there was a shadow moving in the room. Were those cat ears? She was arms length away from the door when the figure stopped moving. Within the same moment, Cass swiped her badge to open the door and the figure ripped open another drawer. Another moment and she had turned the knob and the figure was climbing out the window. Was that a tail?!

    No one was going to believe her. If she ran upstairs, the whole floor would tell her she was crazy and spending too much time in the empty basement. There was a file open on top of the open drawer. Just an empty manila folder now. Except, there was a paper on the floor under the window.

    It was he back page of a file for the Sprang Hall Juvenile Detention Center. The only other clue it gave was a short blurb.

    "The tragedy of the Kyle's has left it's mark on the young girl. She is distressed and wild. The chances of her finding a new home are small, but the donation from the Falcone family has given us the means to support a few more children."

    Cassidy shoved the lone piece of paper in the empty folder and closed the open drawers, trying to cover up the presence of any invasion. She shut and locked the window, closed the door behind her. A happy sigh escaped her lips, as if she were holding her breath too long. The nearly empty folder was pressed against her chest as she leaned against the door. In Gotham, a simple burglary was a blessing, compared to the monsters that could have been behind that door.
     
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  2. EmeraldGreenHype

    EmeraldGreenHype Active Member Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    As Cassidy returned from her adventure, she would find a tall, dark figure standing beside her desk with their back turned toward her. She would not be able to discern full details of its form through the black cape at the figure's back, but she would be able to tell it had broad shoulders and a muscular build. If she dared get any closer, she would also notice two distinct facts about her peculiar visitor. The first fact, in one hand they were holding her crossword puzzle and it looked as though they were seriously studying it. The second fact was that the other hand held something steaming, which the figure then raised toward their obscured face and she could hear the sound of her visitor swallowing what one could only assume was coffee, given the fragrant aroma in lingering in the air.

    "Five letter word for a pool of money... cache perhaps." The figure said in a deep masculine voice while placing the coffee cup down on her desk. He turned in her direction, tapping a finger on his chin while looking over the rest of the crossword. "Eight letter word for negative reputation... infamous!"

    Cassidy would have no trouble seeing the large bat emblem on the man's chest as he amused himself looking over the puzzle.
     
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  3. Shiny

    Shiny Actual Gem. Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    Maybe the time of night and lack of sleep was causing her brain to play tricks on her. With slow and unsteady clacks of her heels, Cassidy peaked around the corner at the shadowed giant at her desk. This had to be a trick or a joke or a dream. Squeezing in one vapid prayer that it was a dream, Cassidy was hoping she could will herself awake in her soft, neglected bed. Her bed that had only seen her for a few hours each day, she missed the plush embrace of her blankets.

    At least her reality wasn't a nightmare. She smelled the coffee and saw him turn towards her. This was the first time she'd ever seen him with her own eyes, and in this much detail. The puzzle she was working so hard on was in his gloved hand, that piece of paper would be priceless to her now. And if her colleges wouldn't believe her about the cat burglar, they surely wouldn't believe that Batman was down here where they kept their records and files.

    Cache? Infamous? No. No!

    Cassidy stepped closer and forced herself into his direct line of sight. What had the papers said? Her paper? Monster! Masked Villain! Half Bat! He looked like a man to her, not some monster-bat hybrid. This man was getting her crossword puzzle wrong! A small smirk inched its way onto the corners of her lips, slowly seeing the irony in her choice of words. It was like she was a crossword puzzle fortune teller. Maybe she could advertise that in the paper? The blacks of her dilated pupils were covering most of the light hazel of her eyes, she was focused on the man in the room with her, not wanting to look away for even a blink.

    "It's uh.." A second to clear her throat and take another step towards her desk. "Excuse me. Kitty. A poker term for a pool of money, ...is kitty. And 80 - across intersects with the 'I' and with 7 boxes, illegal would fit there perfectly." The folder was still tight to her chest, with her crossed arms holding it in place. The nervousness in her voice was enhanced by how soft she spoke, like she was afraid she would spook him and he would fly off into the night. Cass had little infliction in her voice, if any.

    Could he even do that? Fly?

    "The theme for tomorrow is gambling. There's a charity event at the Gotham Casino tomorrow, guess my boss thought it would be funny."
     
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  4. EmeraldGreenHype

    EmeraldGreenHype Active Member Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    The coffee was certainly helping keep him alert. Tonight was the third in a row with little sleep, and what little Bruce had managed to get was restless and filled with torment. During a casual patrol he had seen someone escaping the window of the Gotham Gazette, though he had not been quick enough to catch them before they escaped. Though, he suspected that it could have been Catwoman, but why?

    "Well, with added context, I agree that Kitty and Illegal are better suited for these spaces." The Batman looked over the puzzle once again, nodding while his eyes expressed amusement. After several moments, he turned back around and returned the puzzle to Cassidy's desk. The tiniest hint of a smirk graced his lips.

    "Very clever of your boss," he said, leaning into her desk and crossing his arms. He was sure that the puzzle would certainly draw some extra attention to the charity even, not that a cross word puzzle would be enough to draw Bruce Wayne to any humanitarian effort, but it was an intriguing attempt none the less. Although certainly not as intellectually steep as Edward Nigma might try thankfully - one Riddler in Gotham was enough for his nerves.

    "Tell me Cassidy, did you write it yourself?"
     
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  5. Shiny

    Shiny Actual Gem. Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    Once Batman had turned to place the paper back on her messy desk, and seemed to sit back on it, Cass moved quicker. It didn't seem like he would disappear too quickly. The smile was removed as quick as it came, wiped off with the implication that her boss would ever be considered clever.

    "I wouldn't consider a man unable to manage his time and resources as clever... or anyone who pawns their work off on others. I'm sure he was paid to pretty up the press for this event." She didn't mean for the venom to come across in her words, but it was the first time in weeks anyone had cared enough to comment on her work. There was a hint of accusation in her voice. Anyone with half a brain knew the most influential people in Gotham were being payed off and used as pawns in someone else's game.

    "I've written the last 23 puzzles. I also edit the obituaries... and organize the old files after they've been entered in the computer system. New equipment, trying to stay ahead of the times and have our records on the internet."

    Cassidy moved towards her desk and placed the empty file down, trying to stay unnoticed. The camera was nearly in her hands. She just had to get further back to take a picture. Maybe if she distracted him with more conversation, he wouldn't notice at all.

    "Have you come to loot the old records too? Or is this a distraction so your partner can scoop up some more?"
     
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  6. EmeraldGreenHype

    EmeraldGreenHype Active Member Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    "You are probably right," Batman said shrugging his shoulders to her venomous comment. "Most of the city's upper echelon do have a habit of paying others to think for them, and it really is the upon the backs of people such as yourself that this giant social machine continues to function."

    He listened intently as she discussed her prior work for the paper, and once she mentioned the obituaries he realized why her name sounded so familiar. He'd read her work before while glancing through the paper during his casual time as Bruce Wayne. She had a gift for words, which made sense why she would be the mind behind the puzzles.

    "I don't operate with partners. But, now that the cat is out of the bag," Batman smirked again, this time a little more obvious, "what did she take? I see that folder looks a little lighter than it should."
     
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  7. Shiny

    Shiny Actual Gem. Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    The rich of Gotham really were seeing further by standing on the backs of their brilliant giants. She wondered where Batman fit into all of that. He didn't' seem like a friend or a for to Gotham. At least not compared to the smear campaign the city was throwing at him. Sometimes when Cassidy caught herself in a stream of thoughts like this, she felt like a huge conspiracy theorist. She swore the Earth was round though.

    Doesn't operate with a partner?

    There were many headlines in her paper of the Cat and the Bat together. Photo evidence even. Now she really didn't know if she could trust him. Her heart rate started to increase again.

    The camera was in her hands now, but the file was between her and Batman. "Just some decades old records. Adoptions or wards of the state. I wasn't sure. Only one piece of paper was left behind." There had to be a story here, and Cass was going to find out. Batman was interested in it, and it happened all right under her nose. There was no way she was going to let this go. With a quick switch, she turned the camera on, just waiting for the opportunity to take a picture of Batman sneaking around the Gotham Gazette.
     
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  8. EmeraldGreenHype

    EmeraldGreenHype Active Member Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    He noticed a shift in her demeanor after he mentioned not working with a partner, and he was well aware of what the papers were saying about him and Catwoman.

    "May I?" Batman held a hand out politely, indicating he would like to see the item left behind. He behaved as though he didn't see her suspicions, nor did it seem like he cared that she was attempting to hide a camera. There had been pictures of him floating around in the public eye for some time, but nothing that ever caused trouble. Sure, some of the photos could potentially humanize him, but in the dark alleys where crime was sure to occur, there was never anything human about him then.

    He waited to see if she was going to allow him to see the item left behind, or play coy and difficult. It wouldn't be hard for him to find his own way in here later on to look for what he wanted, probably even leave a personal note afterwards on her desk as well. But he wanted, for some reason, her co-operation.
     
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  9. Shiny

    Shiny Actual Gem. Member

    Local Time:
    8:04 AM
    "You're Gotham's greatest detective. Go for it. I couldn't really stop you anyway, could I?" Still holding the camera, Cass turned away from the hulking shadow of a man and headed towards the room that was invaded. She looked back over her shoulder over him, chin resting on the cool and, still starched, blue button up she had tucked into her skirt. "And I'm sure you'd get more clues from the room than I could."

    Just like before, she unlocked the door and opened it. This time she turned the light on and stood in the doorway, holding it open for him.

    "No one will believe me anyway. Or this story will be swept under the rug when a bigger mystery comes along."
     
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  10. EmeraldGreenHype

    EmeraldGreenHype Active Member Member

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    "Thank you, I suppose." Batman took the document and started looking over it, taking note of the Falcone family's donations in order to help the children. Why was Catwoman starting to dredge up her past now of all times? After committing the clue to memory, he placed the paper back in the folder and carried it with him to the file room so that it could be replaced in the proper location. If Selena was careful, he doubted that he would find much else to indicate what other files she had been rifling through, but he would none the less take a look around to see what other leads he could get.

    "Such is the way of the world," Batman mused about her words. Stories that should get out were always swept under the rug in favor of flashier meaningless headlines detailing the larger-than-life yet still woefully insignificant lives of the social elite. Even his own life, as Bruce, was pushed to the front page and articles on oil spills and environmental concerns were pushed back to page six, but the Gazette and other papers. "But you know it happened, like your own dark secret no one will know."

    Batman stepped through the door and took a quick glance about to see which cabinets showed signs of forced entry, or if anything looked generally out of place. No doubt the cabinets had left permanent indentions on the floor he could use to tell if one had been moved. Telling if any other file drawers had been opened, he'd pass through the room and see if any of the drawers were still open, not fully pushed back into the cabinet. He would also look into any cabinets that may have had more on the Kyle Tragedy or the Falcone's involvement with the writer of the original note Cassidy had shared with him.
     

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