A smile graced her face as she looked out at the city lights, and inclined her head to speak over her shoulder.
"I heard Batman's turning himself in."
"You heard right."
Sighing as Bruce came up behind her, Angie looked up at his face.
"Do you think it'll really stop the Joker from killing people?"
"No, but I have enough blood on my hands."
She tenderly took his hands, shaking her head…
"You mean on OUR hands. He wants both of us to show ourselves, remember?"
"You can't."
"If you're giving yourself up, then so am I." She replied stubbornly.
"Besides…If you turn yourself in, they won't let us be together…"
"Let me worry about that."
"Kind of hard to let you do all the worrying for both of us…"
Angie turned to him, managing to bury her face in his chest…
"…At least let me come with you…"
"Alright…But no surprises."
"Promise."
He couldn't see her fingers crossed at the small of her back…
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Standing on the sidelines with Bruce, she fidgeted at all the angry, hurtful words coming from the crowd of people…
It was like they'd forgotten all the good they'd done for the city, forgotten how bad things had been before…
Still, it felt nice to know Harvey understood what they meant to Gotham.
Angie was proud to know him right then.
"Alright…Arrest the Batman."
Harvey stepped away from the podium, and Bruce almost stepped forward…
"I am the Batman."
Both froze, astonished, as Dent was handcuffed and taken away…
"Bruce…?"
"Come on. We're going to the bunker."
"What? Why?"
"We're going to save Harvey."
"…Huh?"
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Sitting on a rooftop, looking 'through' buildings and raised streets to watch the SWAT cars as they transported Harvey Dent to County, Black Kitten huffed.
'Where the hell is that stupid clown?'
Eyes glowing, she tilted her head to the side as she felt the hot energy of a roaring fire…
'…PLEASE tell me that's not a fire truck…'
Oh, but it was, and it caused the convoy of police cars to detour off their route and go below ground.
'Crap!'
Lifting herself into the air, she flew down to make sure nothing happened to the SWAT car holding Dent…
Managing to swoop in, she swerved to avoid an eighteen-wheeler as it busted one of the cars off the section of street they were frequenting.
'Oh man…'
The second SWAT car, full of soldiers, almost flew into the river, but Black Kitten managed to stop it just above the surface, the weight almost too much.
Placing it somewhere safe, she breathed out in relief before continuing her flight.
'Come on…FASTER…'
Pistol, rifle, holes in the metal…
'It can take that…He'd need something MUCH bigger to-IS THAT A BAZOOKA?!'
It sure was…
Black Kitten darted forward, making a sphere around the explosive before it hit the car, where it exploded safely.
"Kitty's come out to play!"
"Ha, cat jokes…Never heard THOSE before…"
Rolling her eyes sarcastically, she flew next to the armored truck housing Dent within.
"Why such big toys? Trying to compensate for something?"
'OH, that looked like it hurt!'
Clearly pleased with the reaction, she almost looked boredly at her nails…
"You'd better buckle up."
Curiosity, and she smirked almost evilly…
"You're about to go for a trip."
The back wheels of the large vehicle glowed green, grinding to a violent halt as she tore long holes in the rubber.
Chuckling as the whole thing stopped, its other tires squealing protest, she waved mockingly before zooming to catch up to the only car left in the convoy.
"Get air support! That won't keep them for long!" She advised.
They were looking for an opening when she realized that the eighteen-wheeler had already caught up again…
'Oh MAN…'
The explosive never reached them, since the Tumbler flew up to take the heavy blow.
'AW…I liked that car the best…'
There was no time to see the damage, and Black Kitten pointed them in the right direction before flying up into clear air.
Breathing deeply, she looked around for the helicopter, smiling in relief when she spotted it.
Then it hit something, spinning wildly through the air…
'…Give me a BREAK…'
Stopping on a rooftop so she could concentrate better, her eyes glowed brightly, the helicopter slowly stopping in the air…
'Too heavy…'
She flinched, falling to one knee as it hovered in midair, the blades stopping…
'Too HEAVY…'
The strain was becoming too much, and she carefully deposited it on the opposite rooftop before relaxing.
Hitting the rough edge on both knees, she panted, trying to revive her stamina.
Her side was aching again, though she'd healed up the hole enough to come out on this little excursion, and knew she was reaching towards that once-invisible limit…
'NO. I don't HAVE a limit.' She thought decidedly, drawing strength from it as she stood up, eyes focusing on the sight below her.
The Batpod skidded after its near-miss with the Joker, and Batman fell off once it hit the harsh metal of a toppled eighteen-wheeler…
'I must have missed the good part…'
But she wasn't about to take the Joker jumping on her boyfriend with a knife, ready to take off his mask…
Eyes glowing, she basically picked him up and flung him away like a rag doll.
'And people wonder why I love my powers.' She thought smugly, jumping down fire escapes and laundry lines before hitting the ground.
"Oh, don't get up for little ol' me."
Black Kitten smirked as some asphalt came up to hold the psychopath clown down.
"I'll just pick up the bat and be with you in a minute."
Kneeling beside him on the street, the brunette sighed as she put a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
'Good, he's only unconscious…'
Leaning closer, she opened his mouth and positioned her own over, breathing out green aura until she deemed it enough.
Pulling back, Black Kitten smiled as he woke up in a daze.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty. Ready to get up? We've got a clown to fry."
Nodding, he stood up as one of the SWAT officers came out of the stopped vehicle, and her eyes widened as he aimed a gun at the Joker…
"Jim…?"
It was, and she felt so happy she almost squealed and hugged him.
'No. Not now. Later. I'll see him later.'
Smiling at Gordan, she helped Batman stand, and saluted.
"I'll leave him in good hands, lieutenant. I've already called for back up."
Lifting both into the air, she 'released' Joker before getting too far, and managed to bring along the Batpod.
'I can't wait…'
