Batwoman
Kate was walking through the Museum. It was her job, to work here. But she wasn’t working right now. She was walking around thinking.
What have I done to save Gotham?
ORP:will make more detailed later
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Jaina Hudson
Jaina woke up groggily, the eager rays of sunshine flooding through the cheap blinds of the hotel room assaulting her eyes. The chirps of the morning birds were a softer version of her normal alarm clock, which was placed neatly on her bedside table back home. Her whole room was neat- her closet color-coordinated, her bedsheets neatly folded and pressed, her carpet clean and plush. It was a perfect reflection of her life as an idolized entrepreneur and socialite- and a complete opposite to the reality of her mind. Twisted and chaotic thoughts lurked in the recesses of her conscious, dreams of cities fallen to ruins and countries thrown into anarchy.
But for now, Jaina was in no position to have those kids of wishes. The most she could cause was the small misstep in people’s lives, a glimpse of something that made them compelled to follow. A prime example of that was the form lying besides her under the bedsheets, not at all startled by her waking. If her estimations were right, this foolish soul would be under for at least another six hours, atoning for his worst sins.
Jaina smiled softly and ran her long, polished nail across his cheek, her golden skin contrasting with the light skin of his face. The special concoction she had mixed up for each and every one of her victims would leave them in a deep sleep, trapped with their worst nightmares. Once the poor soul would’ve woken up, they would be screaming for hours on end, probably sent to Arkham a few days to recover… but they never truly would. Every now and then they would have the same nightmares and start screaming, and keep screaming…
Jaina almost sighed dreamily at the thought. She loved causing chaos in people’s lives. It was her way of releasing them. Breaking off the chain from the norm, the mundane routine of serving the system, and letting themselves be truly free for whatever amount of time they would have. They young man lying stoically next to her would experience the same fate.
Jaina stretched her arms and slid out of the bed, the cheap sheets scratching her skin as it rubbed against them. She paced towards the small, cramped bathroom, glancing at herself in the mirror. Her toned, tanned body would be the object of any man’s desire, which, combined with her status as the daughter of a diplomat and an actress, could make any person swoon. But her power didn’t simply lie in the way she could twist her words, or the fact that she could manipulate any man with nothing more than a glance. Her greatest ability wasn’t the way she could recite the periodic table, or rattle off the top movies in Bollywood. The universe had gifted her with something far, far greater.
She stripped off her clothing- she had learned from experience it would be destroyed if she attempted to use her ability while wearing it. After she was suitably naked, her eyelids fluttered closed, and she began to concentrate. Hee body began to shiver violently, feeling as though every cell, every atom inside her was being split. It used to be painful, but now the process was almost soothing. She found comfort in the chaos she could cause. After about a minute, she opened her eyes, no longer alone in the room. In front of her stood Jaina B, whom she often referred to as just ‘B’- she refused to call her by her stupid villain name. A clone, many might say, though with her pale skin, white hair, and bright pink eyes, you wouldn’t really think it at first. All the more useful for Jaina to cause trouble.
“You actually stayed at this dump?” B asked in a lilted voice, looking around with a sneer.
“I’m sorry, but after I was up chasing you around until midnight, I didnt have much time to drive home,” Jaina snapped. B only giggled in response, walking into the bedroom. Jaina dressed and followed her, finding her in her costume and ready to go out.
“You’re really wearing that thing? It’s only six a.m.,” Jaina said, unamused.
B giggled. “What else would I be wearing?”
Jaina sighed and rolled her eyes. “Go out. Do some insane sh*t, I don’t know. Meet me at Jack’s at noon, we’ll merge.” B nodded and ran off, seeming as though she was moving much faster than she actually was. ‘Temporal Displacement’, they called it. Jaina didn’t really know, nor care.
She walked over to the man, still knocked out cold in the bed. “As for you…” She traced a nail down his face. “Good luck.” A wide grin spread across her face as she picked up her things and left the room, shutting the door behind her. “I need to go for a walk,” She said, yawning as she exited the motel and walked down the street. The sky was overcast and grey, foreshadowing rain, as it always had. Welcome to Gotham.
Approachable
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Catwoman
“Interesting,” Silver murmured to herself. The tips of Silver’s lips curled up ever so slightly.
“So the princess has a dark side.” Selina laughed in and spoke in a teasing manner.
“You sure do know how to protect yourself from guys like this,” Silver said, glancing at the bartender who’s lying on the floor.
“Why of course, Gotham is filled with endless crime- You have to take up some classes every now in then.” Selina said with a smirk and looked around.
“Hm, Say we get out of this dump?” Selina asked the white haired woman as she threw a 5 dollar bill at the unconscious bartender and dusted off her black pants.
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Do you need help with this RP or do you want me or the other staff to close the thread?
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Im reopening this soon please dont
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No worries, we RP staff are here to help if you need it 
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Thank you~
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Stares
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Please close this~ I re-made a new one!
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