A/N: This prompt was a meeting between the DCU's two Gotham-bound Kates, either femslash or gen. I went gen with just a hint of pre- femslashiness.
When Kates Collide!
The woman moved like lightning, clubbing thug after thug with her staff. She was brutal and efficient.
Batwoman gave a blood red smile. She liked this Manhunter.
But there was a man hunting the hunter, and this thug was coming up behind the ponytailed avenger as she relentlessly fought two other lackeys at once, his knife held high. Batwoman descended quickly, knocking out the creep with a kick to the back of the head. Manhunter spun, startled. "Who-?"
"Just a friend," Batwoman said, her pale skin practically shining in the dark alley. She couldn't help herself, she reached out and touched the startled hero's cheek lightly. "Helping a fellow soldier.
And then she sank into the darkness, her red symbol remaining etched in Manhunter's vision long before she was gone.
***
"Oof!"
"Sorry!" Kate Kane yelped, helping up the brown haired woman in a pantsuit she had just knocked over. "I was in a hurry. I'm late for a date!"
"Well, so am I!" Kate Spencer grumbled, dusting herself off.
"In that restaurant?" Kate Kane said, pointing to a dark green building with large windows and a black awning a few feet ahead of them. "That's where I'm going too!"
The woman certainly wasn't dressed for a date, Kate thought wryly. Wearing a crisp pantsuit, minimal makeup and her hair in a ponytail? It was like she was going to a business meeting.
The woman certainly wasn't dressed for a date, Kate thought irritably. All that heavy gothic makeup, she practically had raccoon eyes. Add that to the halter top and rockabilly tattoos…it was like she was going to a rave.
"I'm Kate Spencer," Kate admitted.
"Ah, the vicious DA," Kate smiled. "I'm a Kate too. Kate Kane."
"Ah, the irresponsible heiress," Kate rolled her eyes. "Who are you meeting here anyway? Isn't this a little lowgrade for your income?"
"Maggie Sawyer," Kate said cheerfully. She was impressed to see that no flicker of surprise crossed the DA's face. "And you?"
"Jim Gordon," Kate admitted. She was impressed to see the heiress nod approvingly.
"Cops," Kate Kane snorted. "They only know one restaurant."
"It's a step up from me, I just order take out," Kate said as they approached the glass double doors of the place. She spotted a silver mustache and smiled.
"Well, be seeing you, then," said Kate as they entered the building. She spotted a head of short blonde hair and smiled.
"See you."
The two Kates parted ways.
There was something familiar about those garish red lips…
There was something familiar about that prissy ponytail…
Oh well. She'd figure it out later.
