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Hi I'm Donna Troy or as some know me Troia and if you want to go even further back I was the original Wonder Girl. I've gotten the chance to work with the amazons of my home land Themyscira, Teen Titans, the Titans and the Justice League. I also happen to run a photography buisness.
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I’m sure I’ve turned this city upside down at least 20 times in the past couple days. Why can’t I find anything?
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Encounter
Talon.
One his eyes focused, got a good look at the assailant, despite the shadows surrounding both of them. His armor was reminiscent of those he saw in the hideouts. He wanted to turn his head to look behind him— where even was he??— but he didn’t break his eye contact with the figure.
He didn’t know where Donna was, if she’d even heard him be snatched away. He only hoped she would manage to escape, either way.
“What—”
He was barely able to speak before Talon was inches from his face, grabbing hold of his jacket, and suddenly he was moving backwards. He flexed his hand… his gun was gone. He must have dropped it— when the fuck had he dropped it?
An instant later he heard a loud shattering and pain splintered all through his body. Shards of glass pierced weak places where his armor didn’t fully protect, and his head— god, his fucking head.
He was falling. One glance to the side, and he saw he was falling out of the building. He felt something warm rushing across his scalp. Blood. Another look forward and he was looking again at the face of the Court. His heart raced— he couldn’t breathe, he was choking. He wanted to move his hands, search desperately for a weapon, but his limbs didn’t move.
Darkness closed around Talon’s mask. He was out before he hit the ground.
By the time the two of them hit the tarp the mask’s body was limp in his grasp. Knocked out cold. The building’s awning gave way underneath their combined weights and they fell to the ground. Getting up Talon dusted himself off and then turned to look back up at the building. No sign of the female yet. Plenty of time to escape. He called out and soon another Talon joined him.
“Another for the Court.”
Together they reached down and picked up the man by his arms and dragged him over to one of the street’s man holes. Opening it up they tossed him inside and soon followed after disappearing into the underground.
Donna had been running this small labyrinth for too long. Trapped in-between the walls of this building but she had yet to come across anyone. Where could they have disappeared to? Suddenly the trail ended in a dead end. There was nothing but wall infront of her.
She let out an angry cry and slammed her fist into the wall once more again causing it to crumble beneath her strength. It revealed the long hallway of one of the floors in this building.
What when did I go down?
Stepping out into the hallway she looked around, it was empty but she could feel a soft draft seeping through it that she hadn’t felt earlier in the higher levels. Following the source of the draft she found a shattered window. Talon and Jason had to have come this way. Looking out the window there was nothing but a broken awning and the street below.
Oh Jason
Defeated she returned to the Court’s hide out and grabbed the filing cabinet. At least she had more information on them to take to the Batfamily. Alfred would surely be able to make better use of these than she could and after she dropped them off. She would spend the rest of her night looking for her friends.
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(Source: fuckyeahgothamgirls)
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Encounter
Taking the first cape to the court had been a bad idea it would seem. Only two nights ago another mask had come into their home. Now there were two new ones snooping around in their homes obviously looking for their missing partners.
Talon would make sure they joined them soon or died, which ever came first. So he waited watched them closely always one step behind. Watched from the window as they drilled a hole through their ceiling, jumped down into one of their rooms. He crept in then circled the hole they had made his eyes never leaving them. The male was fiddling with one of their computers, he hadn’t been able to start it yet. He turned his attention to the female who had moved to one fo the filing cabinet. She wouldn’t be able to open it. It was locked. Or so he thought, the woman ripped the drawer out of the cabinet as if it had never been locked at all. She would be hard to take down. The man however seemed human.
The sound of a computer turning on was his cue to take action. He moved from his perch over the hole and exited the office into the hall. Opening one of the vents he slipped inside and made his way to one of the entrences to the 13th floor. Dropping down in-between the walls he peered through a peephole built into one of the many portraits of owls. He was right beside the man in the red mask. The woman had her back to them. If he was quiet he could pull him into the wall without her even knowing. He slowly swung the portrait out and reached out. Then quick as he could he wrapped his arm around the man’s neck, yanked him into the space between the walls and closed the painting.
He slammed the man’s head against the wall and thanked that the sound was insulated. He dragged the man through the little walkway headed and out another vent that connected with a main hall.
This was the fifth file Donna had skimmed through and still she had nothing more on this Court other than a few things about their rituals and practices. There was nothing about where to find them though or even any of the names of their members. Sighing she added this file back into the drawer with the others and pulled out another.
This one was thicker than the others papers new and old filling it to the brim. She scanned each paper hoping that finally they would find at least something. Hera answered her prayers it seemed for about halfway through the file she found a list of names. She didn’t know what it meant could be there member or their victims but it was the first bit of new information they had and that was at least something.
“Hey Red Hood take a look at this.” she said turning towards Jason but when she looked up she was all alone in the room. The papers dropped from her hands instantly.
“Red Hood!” she shouted. She searched the room quickly he was no where. Infuriated she slammed her fist into one of the walls and it crumbled beneath her fists revealing a secret passageway. She followed down it moving as fast as she could. The Court could not have him too.
(Source: jaytodd)
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If I’d ask you, who is Joseph Kony, you wouldn’t know. You should. And that’s why I’m going to tell you about him.
Joseph Kony considers himself as a good Christian.
He abducts kids, little girls go in prostitution, little boys become kid soldiers and are forced to do horrible things, things a kid isn’t supposed to do. Neither is an adult, no one is. He started the LRA, Lord’s Resistance Army. 30.000 kids have been kidnapped, this needs to stop. And that’s why we need to Make Kony Famous. Let the world know about the horrible things he does, and the thousands of children and parents suffering.So come together, at the April the 20th. That is the day, we will cover the night. People in all kind of cities, all over the world meet at sundown & cover the city with posters and stickers of Joseph Kony. To Make Kony Famous. If you want to help these kids and parents, cover the night at 4/20/2012.
Not clear enough? Please watch: http://vimeo.com/37119711
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Encounter
Another night of investigations. Jason wasn’t exactly looking forward to it— nor was he optimistic about finding anything they needed. They’d gone through a couple of the hideouts the other night and found nothing relevant to their situation. Nothing about Bruce, nothing about Dick. No signs that they’d been there or even that The Court knew who they were. Jason wondered sometimes if they were even looking in the right place.
But he literally had nowhere else to look.
So, another building… another hideout. This one didn’t have a convenient entrance like the first one. At least not a visible one, at least. Donna and him had broken into the fourteenth floor of the old building. It was an office of some sort— he didn’t know the function of it. He didn’t particularly care. He’d investigated routes of the vents to no avail. There were no clear connections to the thirteenth floor. A normal person would have given up.
But Jason Todd was fortunately not a normal person. His arsenal of tools— half of them Wayne technology, ironically— helped him cut a hole into the floor of the fourteenth floor just big enough for a person to slip through. It had led right into their hideout.
“Here we go,” he said as he slipped down into the next floor. As he landed he noted that the lights on the floor were on. He looked around cautiously, silent. But he heard nothing. There was another computer in this one. Looking behind him, he tilted his head towards an old looking file cabinet against the wall. “Here— look through some of these files. I’ll see what I can do about the computer.”
Donna floated down through the hole in the ceiling landing without a sound next to Jason. She scanned the room around them, this one looking much more modern than the last couple they had been to. For instance there was a computer in this one.
“Can do.”
She moved over towards the file cabinet that Jason had motioned to and tried to open it. It wouldn’t budge. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, a wry smile on her face. Another quick tug had the top drawer ripped out and dangling from her hand. She set it on the ground, kneeling beside it. There were a lot of files, some older looking then others.
Pulling a more recent one out she began to scan through it, looking for any names or locations that might pop out. Finding nothing she pulled out a few more and repeated the process.
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damianfuckingstark replied to your post: We spent all night searching just to come up with nothing.Welcome to the club. No luck on my end either.
About your friend Colin right? I hope you find him soon Damian.
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We spent all night searching just to come up with nothing.
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He supposed being carried around could be considered a little degrading, but he was honestly too focused on the task at hand to care. He trusted Donna— but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of relief when she placed him down on solid ground again. He looked at the door carefully. It would have been nearly impossible to see from the streets. People didn’t normally see Gotham from the heights that they could.
“No, obviously not,” he responded, his voice humorless.
He approached the door, placing a hand on the knob. Locked, of course. Then he slid his hand over the front of the door, knocking in a couple places, testing the thickness and looking for weaknesses. There weren’t any that he could decipher, and there wasn’t a visible lock. So he couldn’t pick it. Too bad. He had a knack for picking locks.
“I’d ask you to knock it down for me, but that’s probably not the best idea.”
He tested the knob again. There was always a way through a locked door. Focused, he procured a thin pen-like device from a pants pocket. Tapping a button on the side, a short red beam shot from the end. He kneeled by the door, pressing the device between the slight crack between the door and wall. Squinting, he managed to spot hints of the mechanism keeping the door locked. It was fairly standard— it must have locked from the inside only.
Which a quick flick of his wrist, he twisted the device until a soft click was heard.
He stood, trying the door again. It swung open a crack.
“Got it.”
She floated onto the ledge as Jason went deeper in to approach the door.
“I agree. Even if there isn’t anybody in there, I doubt this Court would be very happy with us invading their homes and a bashed in door would be a really big clue.” he replied to his comment about breaking down the door.
So she stood back and waited letting Jason do what he was trained to. She opted for leaning up against the wall. She switched between watching Jason work and looking up and down the sides of the buildings incase anybody try to sneak up on them.
It took awhile but there was the sound of something clicking and she turned to look back at Jason with a raised eyebrow and tilted head. The door opened before them and he spoke. She smiled and pushed herself off the wall.
“We’ll have to be careful for traps but otherwise lets go on in.”
She walked past him and took a tentative step into the room. It was dark, much to dark to see anything other than a few vague shapes.
“I hope you brought a light.” she whispered.
(Source: donnatroia)
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She turned at the sound of her name being called and smiled at him the minute his mask came off. It really had been a long time, since he helped her with the Duela Dent case, something she would always be grateful for. She quickly covered the distance between them and pulled him into a tight hug that lifted him off the ground just an inch or two.
“It’s good to see you too!”
Setting him back down she stepped back but her hands remained on his arms. She smiled sadly at him.
“I just wish it was under better circumstances.”
She removed her hands from Jason then and crossed her arms infront of her chest.
“But I’m here to help in whatever way you can, though like I said I wouldn’t mind a few answers onto whats going on. I’m not particularly happy about my best friend going missing. Dick doesn’t just go missing.”
He hadn’t expected her enthusiasm. He’d almost forgotten how chipper she could be. His body stiffened when she wrapped her arms around him, clearly not expecting the close contact. It didn’t help that he was suddenly not on the ground. Amazons were damn impressive. He relaxed after a bit, and fully relaxed when she finally let his feet connect with the ground again. He couldn’t help the little unconscious smile tugging on his lips.
“I do too,” he said honestly.
Donna moved her arms off of him and Jason shifted his weight from foot to foot. How could he properly explain what was going on here? He barely knew himself. Dick’s disappearance had something to do with The Court of Owls. And they were supposedly coming for him next. Supposedly.
“The Court of Owls… I… I don’t know. I thought they were just a story. And if not, just some sort of small criminal organization that anybody could take care of.” He paused, running a gloved hand through his hair and resting behind his neck.
“Batman’s missing. He was looking into The Court, and Dick followed suit… and now he’s missing. He and Wally were talking on the phone, and he heard a scuffle… and he hasn’t heard from him since. Nobody knows where he is.” His eyes narrowed, and it seemed almost like he was looking past Donna. “But there’s a lead. I spoke to Alfred, he said Bruce was talking about them having hideouts all around Gotham. Each of them in buildings assisted by the Alan Wayne Trust Fund.” He procured a small phone from his pocket, his thumb sliding across the screen. “There’s a lot of them. …Each hideout was made on the thirteenth floor. I guess Alan Wayne was a superstitious man.” His eyes darted from Donna to the screen of his phone and back. “I have the addresses. Alfred had already compiled them a long time ago.”
“The closest one…” he motioned with a hand towards an old looking building a block or two away. “Guess we should get started, hm?”
She had worked closely with the Bat Family for years and yet it never failed to impress her how thorough they were when it came to gathering information. The locations he was showing him were well marked and the fact that Bruce had already managed to connect it all back to an old relative was impressive.
With this information alone she felt just the tiny bit of relief, at least they weren’t searching in the dark. Figuratively speaking anyways.
“Yep lets go.” she replied. She hovered above the ground. ”Here let me give you a lift.”
Without waiting for an answer she reached down and grasped one of Jason’s hands in her’s and took off across the city towards the building he had pointed out. Stopping just infront of it she proceeded to lower the two of them, her eyes searching the building for any type of opening that could signify a 13th floor.
“There.” she pointed using her free hand. There was a ledge on the backside of the building. With no windows or stairwells nearby one would have thought to look in such a place. Nestled deep within that ledge was what appeared to be a door. She hovered over to the ledge setting Jason down. She stayed in the air.
“Well this Court obviously doesn’t care for practicality.” she laughed looking back down at the street below them.
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