10 Wut?
Catwoman suppressed a sigh as she hoisted herself over a building ledge, walking on the roof of the building she quickly turned around to see him standing there.
"C'mon what's with the frown? You aren't really expecting to get rid of me that easily are ya? I mean with how slow you're going, I could go order a meal and be back in a jiffy." Gojo spoke with a grin as he watched the women's features contort into a frown.
Selina may not have some fancy power's or fancy equipment. But she prided herself in her agility, it's how she escaped so many sticky situations. But to see some punk just call her slow, just irked her.
"Well you certainly know how to talk to a lady..." She spoke loud enough for him to hear and in a clear sarcastic tone, though he did not seem too botherd by her word's.
Though she didn't know how he was keeping up. She was jumping from building to building, no one normal would be able to keep up with something as absurd as that. Everytime she turned away from him and leaped to another building with the assistance of her whip, he was somehow behind her stupid grinning face and all.
"What are you standing around for?" Gojo suddenly asked. "I know my face is pretty but c'mon, get a move on." He spoke as he made a shooing gesture with his hand.
"Please, I can barley even see most of your face. I know you probably think chicks dig the whole mysterious shtick with you covering your face and all. But those bandages aren't doing you any favours."
"Like I'd take fashion advice from a women dressed tights."
"Hey, hey. Don't diss the clothing. Besides I'm sure most find my attire more...alluring." Followed shortly after was her rather proactively stretching her arm's.
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway how far are we from this meeting place?" Gojo asked, not really affected by her antics.
"I'm supposed to meet the buyer there." She stated as she gestured with her thumb to a rather old looking building. Paint was already peeling away from the walls and the windows were in no better state. All either shatterd or dirty.
"Well then go ahead, I'll wait here." Gojo's word's caused her to quirk up an eyebrow. Was the boy suddenly being too trusting by letting her go in alone? Or maybe he just had a sure way to get to her, regardless of how far she went. Was it teleportation? A use of some fancy alien tech? Or was he a metahuman, that would explain why and how he was so easily able to get rid of all those men back at the docks.
Although it's not as though she would try and dupe him again. She learned her lesson, it was best not to antagonize dangerous men more then once. A wise lesson she rarely followed though.
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Stepping into the abandoned building, her nose was immediately assaulted by the sheer scale of the mold and rot.
The walls and ceilings had intricate decorations such as cornices, moldings, and ornate plasterwork that have faded over time. The floors were made of creaky wooden planks with gaps and unevenness in places, and on some floors the surfaces were covered with colorful patterned tiles that were either chipped or cracked. The windows were tall, with frames made of wrought iron or wood, adorned with glass panes that were textured or colored, but with some missing. Lighting fixtures, were chandeliers or lampshades made of brass or crystal, somewhat tarnished and dim.
This building in particular used to be a hotel, but this section of the city was under attack via the Joker gas. So most was abandoned, buildings were no longer properly maintained and that led to everything turning out like this.
But Selina ignored all that as she used the creaky stairs to go to the third floor. Her clients specified to meet on the third floor, room 33 to be exact.
So pushing past the door, a gun was immediately placed against her head.
"You sure know how to treat a girl." Despite having a gun placed against her head, her reaction was lacklustre at best.
"Catwoman. You're late." The one with the gun stated, as he pulled it back. He was a rather large man, a full trimmed beard on his face and a bald head. He was dressed in a simple three piece black suit.
"Had some complications, but the job's done." She stated holding out the suitcase. Taking it from her, the man all but ripped it open. Quickly scanning through the contents she couldn't see, he hummed in satisfaction before tossing another suitcase to Catwomen who caught it easily enough.
"Pleasure doin' business with you. The boss looks forward to more fruitful partnerships in the near future." With that he exited the room, his thunderous footsteps echoing outside on the creaking wooden floor.
Opening the suitcase, she could not help but whistle at the amount. A 100 000, though her client was anonymous she could think of only a few people who could throw away money like this. But that was neither here nor there. It was a shame she'd have to share the spoils though. Without another thought the feline thief made her way down the building and outside. The man must have used an alternative exit because she did not see him outside.
Looking around she spotted nothing, no one. Maybe that bandaged weirdo had decided to go home?
"Wactha got there?" Catwoman was not a woman easily scared. But from year's of experience she learnt to be jumpy, so she swung an open hand behind her. Usually such an action would amount to nothing more then a slap, but with the claws built into her gloves, it was more so a severe scratch. But her hand was caught before her claws could reach the assailants face.
"Guess all cat's are jumpy." Same annoying smirk and bandaged face.
"It's you." She spoke as he let her hand go.
"Why do you sound so annoyed by saying that? Has our time together meant nothing, you make me so sad." Gojo spoke as he made an overly exasperated expression whilst holding a hand on his face.
"Hilarious." The women dryly commented. "Anyway, your shares 50k." She studied his expression to see if he would show any kind of reaction.
"Cool." He merely stated.
His dry reaction only earned him a dryer look from the women, who sighed as she suddenly reached into her cleavage. Pulling out a piece of paper from it.
"Do you conveniently happen to carry around your number in your boobs?" He asked, somewhat bemused as he studied the piece of paper and the number on it. Catwoman, shrugged.
"A girl's gotta be prepared."
"Uh-huh, how do I know if this is a legit number." His words merely caused her to give a chesire like grin.
"Guess you have to trust me."
"Swell."
"It is. See you, lover." Throwing him a wink the women merely walked off, deliberately shaking her hips as she made her exit. Soon she disappeared into the darkness of Gotham.
Immediately Gojo pulled out his phone and dialed the given number, it rang for a couple of seconds until someone picked up.
["What? Miss me already?"] Her voice was immediately heard, along with the rapid retreating of her footsteps.
"This was actually a legit number? Colour me surprised and almost baffled."
["Come on, where's the trust?"]
"Uh-huh, I like trusting people who run away with my half of the spoils."
["C'mon You didn't stop me and I may have forgotten."]
"I don't really care, I'm not THAT desperate for cash just yet. Just get me a decent job, or I'll find where you live and fill your house with kitty litter." Before she could reply he merely ended the call, twirling the phone in his hand he pondered.
"Guess I have some time to kill, might as get to doing 'that.'" That would be seeing what that address from crazy Asian lady was about. He had been putting it off for too long, and he had to free time. So why not check it out?
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Another warehouse, though this one was in the other side of Gotham. And it didn't look run downed, no it was the exact opposite.
The large, expensive looking warehouse had a sleek exterior, with an imposing size and height that seemed dominate the surrounding landscape. Its exterior featured large windows, sleek metal accents, and a contemporary design that gave the overall place an air of sophistication and exclusivity. The palette of colors was mostly consiting of black, gray, steel, and dark silver. The walls were made of high-quality brickwork, giving them a distinctive and robust appearance.
The building itself was in the more desolate part of Gotham. Which was surprising given how expensive it looked.
Looking at the large sliding metal doors, his eye's drifted to the code lock.
"Should I knock or somethin'?" He pondered but it seemed there would be no need as he heard a soft 'ding' before the two doors gave way. Hesitating for a second he ultimately shrugged before stepping inside, only to be slightly taken aback by the sheer scale of the place. A training area, he immediately noted. Seems this place was not a mere storage unit.
It was a very spacious room with alot of bright lighting. The floor was made of sturdy matting along with some sections of hardwood floor.
The first thing one would notice was the large mirrors along one wall to allow mostly likely for self-reflection and self-correction during any kind of training. The walls themselves were painted in muted tones, such as white and beige. Some areas had bright and contrasting colors, such as red, blue, or black, to most likely enhance focus and attention. They probably also specified specific kinds of training.
The ceiling was of course high, due to the sheer scale of the warehouse. This was no doubt to provide adequate air circulation and ventilation for a comfortable training environment. There was also fans and even a ventilation systems in place to cool the air and control temperature.
The lighting in the area was also important, as it obviously needs to be bright enough to no doubt see movements and ensure safety. Though the lights were bright they were not harsh, and they were installed in a way that minimizes the intense glare.
In terms of equipment, the area had an array of punching bags, resistance bands, weights, and other exercise equipment. Mats and crash pads were placed around the perimeter of the room to provide cushioning, no doubt because of falls or takedowns. There was even be a ring in the center of the room, no doubt for more intense sparring or competition.
For now Gojo ignored all that, instead he focused on the familiar women. She was dressed in a sleeves black silk uniform, sitting seiza-style on a tatami mat smack dab in the middle of the training area. Her head was bowed low, and her eye's closed while her breath was calm. Meditating maybe?
("Could've sworn she was Chinese or somethin'. I mean a tatami mat and sitting seiza-style? Looks Japanese. Hold am I racists for assuming her race? Wait I'm technically Asian too. So guess not?") Gojo walked further in, closely examining everything before turning back to the women. Her eye's were now open and latched onto him, a slight smirk tugging an her lips.
"So you've come."
"That I have."
And then silence immediately settled in. Awkward silence, or maybe the silence was only awkward to him. The women surely didn't seem to mind as in the next instance her right arm shot up in a blur, tossing something at him. A tail knife he immediately noted, the small blade sliced and whistled through the air with scary accuracy. It's target was his face as the blade stopped mid air, a few metres away from it. Though currently it was a tiny pain, he made sure to keep infinity active most of the time. Though without RCT refreshing his brain the action did become tiresome. Which is why he continuously pumped his body full of Cursed Energy, to reinforce it if he ever let infinity down, due to it tiring him out. Though his record of keeping it active was growing.
"This how you treat all you guests? Or am I just that special?" He spoke with a grin as he pointed at himself.
"Interesting." The women merely utterd out that word, not seeming too shocked at her sneak attack having no effect. "You do possesses power yet still you seek martial prowess. Why, I wonder?"
("Weird.") Gojo thought as the knife hovering close to his face fell to the floor with a soft clang. ("She tries killing me then now she's casually asking me a question.")
"There's no big reason, I'm just paranoid." Gojo stated with a shrug, the women quirked up an eyebrow and waited for him to continue. "My power is not absolute, so I wanna have back ups I can fall back to."
It might not sound plausible but there's one thing he learnt of the DC universe. This is the place where everything that can go wrong will go wrong, the place where being paranoid isn't being paranoid enough, the place where anything can and will happen. Sure Cursed Energy was a foreign power, but at its core it's not that complicated. So in the event that his power is discovered and counterd somehow, he'd resort to ass kicking. Brilliantly simple.
"I see. A decent enough reason, I suppose." The women spoke as she stood up, slowly approaching him. "Then I have an offer for you."
"I'm listening."
"How would you like to be under my tutelage?" She offerd as she stopped a few metres infront of him.
"Oh? What's in it for you?"
"An opponent who may be worthy." She stated without hesitation and Gojo immediately saw what she was getting at.
But was it worth it? He didn't really know how skilled this women was. Had he actually known this was Lady Shiva infront of him that he might have accepted without hesitation. But he didn't, all he knew was that this women must be confident. Seeing as she offerd herself as a teacher. As well, she did beat him in pure hand-to-hand combat. Sure he may not have used his power, but she must've been decently skilled.
"Fine, fine. I got time to spare."
"Good." Lady Shiva smirked as she spoke. "Training will begin this very moment, now take off you shirt."
"Wut?"
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A/N: Oof what has poor Gojo gotten himself into. Anyway sorry for the short chapter, you know how it is. Schools a bitch yadda.
Anyhow I want to avoid Gojo being mind raped in the future as I'm sure no one likes that kind of thing. So anyone have suggestions on how I can go about preventing telepathy?
Next chapter will probably be Vryday or Saturday.
So next chapter: A deathly stroke
