And the words are all escaping

[hellofist]

Who: Cass and YOU
What: Patrolling to make sure people don't do stupid things
When: Tuesday
Where: The city, the castle some too
Rating: A for ANNOYED



[She hates this from the second it starts. The journal explodes with things she can't read and she's locked in silence, no words come out when she tries to talk.

She spent seventeen years unable to speak and now having that thrust back onto her is maddening. In the past year she'd gotten herself to a broken kind of speech, she still mixed up words and struggled to get her meanings across, but at least it was something.

Now the nothing is deafening and she doesn't know how to make things go back to normal. What she does know is that when people get scared, they get stupid. They get violent because they don't know any better, but what is a superhero for if not to protect them, even if it's from themselves?]

[The City]
[During the daytime she moves among the people of the city like one of them, dressed in civilian clothes so she won't cause more panic, more worry. She makes rounds, reading the body language of everyone she sees for any signs of fear turning to anger and then violence. When she can, she distracts them with misdirection, separates them from the things causing them to become upset.

Other times, she shoves people into fountains to make them cool down when she sees they're about to attack some stranger for no reason. Whatever works.

When night falls, she patrols the rooftops in her Batsuit and is not quite as polite when she has to break up fights. If it calls for it, she won't be shy about breaking fingers or arms, knocking people out completely. A little violence to save lives is worth it and anyway, better a broken bone than anyone getting themselves killed.]

[The Castle]
[She spends less time in the castle because she trusts these people to police themselves, to keep calm in the face of whatever it is going on here. They've seen weird stuff before, they should know how to cope without causing problems. She also trusts them to not freak out over Batgirl roaming the halls and surveying the more active parts of the castle from a perch high above them.

Because that's not weird at all, right? Right.]

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[samson]

[Brock's only real superpower is being able to tell (from anywhere in the world) if someone is in his car, so he doesn't instantly pick up on the fact that he's being followed. But he is a highly trained secret agent who's been in the game for 20+ years, so he's no slouch, either.

If it were anyone else following him, they'd just think he was obliviously going about his business, trotting along the rooftops. But Cass may notice his shoulders go briefly stiff after she's been following him for about a block, followed by him forcibly relaxing his posture to be as before.

Once it's been another block and a half, Brock abruptly ducks and rolls to the side, coming up on one knee and facing back toward her, crossbow at the ready.]

[hellofist]

[It's a defensive move, he doesn't entire to fire at her so she just stays still while he turns, watching him closely. He's very large, like the first metahuman she ever went up against, but she isn't worried.

She has an entire day's worth of frustration to put behind her blows, if it should come to that. But she doesn't want it to, they could be a good team. So she lifts a hand to wave at him, then puts two fingers up in the universal sign for peace.

Let's be friends Brock.]

[samson]

[And it's... a girl. Okay. A girl with no face no okay that's just her costume but it's still... weird. She's got the pointy ears and the cape and the thing on her chest, so he's pretty sure she's in Batwoman's crew. Maybe. Well, probably. It's not a very common motif.

With this in mind, and the fact that she's not exactly leaping across the roof to kill him, Brock decides that he's probably pretty safe. If he's not, he's pretty positive he can take out a girl flouncing around in a catsuit.

He stands up and slings his crossbow back over his shoulder, jerking his chin up in a super casual, super manly nod of greeting. Sup.]

[hellofist]

[He's the most manliest man ever. And she's seeing some familiarity there, a comparison to someone he knows already, maybe? It must be Steph, she's pretty sure Tim wouldn't be Robining around with this guy, he had been all sorts of ready to use that crossbow had she been a threat to him.

And it's a batsuit, thank you very much. Catwoman isn't really her look.

She comes closer, trying to get a better look at his uniform and more specifically, the symbol on his chest. What the hell is that?]

[samson]

[He blinks when she comes closer, trying to figure out what she's up to... it's actually pretty unnerving that he can't see her face, can't see where her eyes are pointing, and even though he's put his weapon away, his body is still reflexively tense.

It's so freaking annoying not to be able to talk, ugh...

Maybe she knows hand signals, though. He points at her, then raises his hand flat above his eyes. Do you see anything?]

[hellofist]

[Well... it's not like anyone else can see them up here and while it's generally kind of amusing when someone as big as him is freaked out by her, she'd really rather he wasn't. Since it can't hurt anything, she pulls her cowl off so he can see she's just a normal girl underneath. It's not like she's ever been very careful about who finds her identity out anyway.

And she shakes her head no, she hasn't seen anything that might be the cause of this, she hasn't seen anything other than a few almost brawls. So far, people are mostly just scared, the rioting she's expecting hasn't started yet.

There really isn't much to see, so she doesn't bother trying to ask him the same question in return. Instead, she points at his hand, then waves at him to give it to her.

Does she want to hold your hand, Brock? Probably not. But you'll never know unless you comply!]

[samson]

[Oh -- oh, okay, good. She has a face under there and she isn't horribly disfigured or anything. Brock's spent too much of his life dealing with supervillains not to be a little wary about people who cover up their entire face while playing dress-up.

He exhales roughly when she motions she hasn't seen anything, and glances to the side, to the edge of the roof. Damn. The longer it takes this powder keg to blow, the bigger an explosion it's going to be.

But then he sees her motioning at him, and he gives her kind of a 'what the hell' look. His hand? What........

Squinting, he cautiously steps closer, holding his hand out. He's ready to just slam into her if she's trying to pull something, though.

Incidentally, now that he's closer, the logo on his chest is some kind of jackal skull wearing an Egyptian headdress. Whatever that means.]

[hellofist]

[Clearly that makes him Weird Egyptian Snake Hat Man.

She doesn't do anything weird though, doesn't even hold onto the back of his hand tightly just in case a tight grip would set off warning bells. She uses the other hand to trace out the letters of her name on his palm slowly, C-A-S-S, watching his body language to be sure there's comprehension there, he knows what each letter is.

Now he has a face and a name for her. That should make things way less creepy.]

[samson]

[Oh, sure, that's what he is. Makes sense.

Brock's body language is pretty much screaming that he's ready to punch her in the face and run away if she tries anything, so it takes him an extra second to figure out what she's actually doing to his hand, too caught up in the moment.

Then he gets it, and soundlessly says 'oh okay.' Then he rolls his eyes at himself, because you still can't talk, stupid.

Instead of tracing on her hand, he takes a step back and opens one of the many stupid Liefeld-esque pouches on his belt for a pack of cigarettes and a pen. Flipping the pack over, he writes B-R-O-C-K on the top, then shows it to her.]

[hellofist]

[With a faint frown, Cass takes the pack from him and studies the letters closely, fingers tracing over the letters. The C and O are easy, she knows those ones pretty well. The B too, because there's a B in Batgirl.

Her lips move as she sounds it out without actual sound, but then she gets it. Brook. Easy. She always thought that was a girl's name, but hey. Brook. Awesome.

She hands the cigarettes back while looking quite pleased with herself. If she only knew...]

[samson]

[Well, good, looks like she can read English. (If only he knew...)

Since he has the cigarettes out already, he takes one out of the pack and lights it, then puts everything back into these dumb pockets on his belt. Then he motions in the air again, pointing at her and then raising his hand and moving his arm backwards. Basically, 'do you want to come with?']