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See more Deep in the city of Arkham was a place that was always mysterious People being kidnapped, shot, or killed randomly without a purpose. Buildings standing perfectly still but always making you wonder what's inside there or who inside there. New reporters always reporting about villains escaping from jail or terrorizing the streets as they are in groups and beat each other for fun. Or the amazing person himself, the Joker causing trouble again in Arkham. -But we're aren't here for another Batmen story that concerns people and children where there superhero is doing at this moment or what's his next event takes next. Instead, we have much better person to talk about - and her name is Catwomen. Yes, Catwomen. -Shocking isn't it?- Catwomen was actually a women who acted like a feline cat and acted like a total badass when it came to revenge. She played no joke when it comes to fighting or kicking some ass she seriously had some hyper legs and claws. Her gadget belt around her waist as it held all types of things shotguns, smoke bombs, gadget watches, and a couple of bullets just in case if she runs out and need back up. Her leather catwomen outfit with black boots and pointy kitty ears, that showed she was innocent good' kitty. And her personally own black mask to go along with the suit. -Especially the fact she stood at height 5'5 she was indeed a naughty kitty. However, for the pass couple of days, Catwomen didn't feel like her normal self at all. Instead, she had that naughty kitty feeling when she realized she was in season and been acting strangely ever since. But that didn't stop from continuing anything. Even though they're wasn't any recent about criminals or people being kidnapped or danger around in Arkham city, Catwomen decided to do something tonight in Arkham city and do it for someone that would eventually have to come. Tonight, Catwomen had a plan.
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RE She's Been A Naughty Kitty...JMortonTUxRevenge Bruce marched through the Batcave as he was running on a tight schedule at the moment. As he reached to the console to bring up his suit Alfred stood by. He could see that he was wearing one of his famous looks and he told him, If you have anything to say Alfred, now would be the time. Alfred stood up straight and spoke. Sir, things have been unusually quiet as of late. I think it wouldn't be so bad to stay in tonight. Master Drake has taken ill and I do hate to see you patrol alone. Bruce acknowledged him, but continued to suit up to move on. Tell Tim to keep hydrated and we'll try tomorrow. Meanwhile, I still need to go. Alfred knew that there was no arguing with him so he let Bruce be. Once he had strapped and clicked in all of the suits garments, he pulled on the cowl and was ready to leave. He walked with a purpose to the landing strip to the sleek, black aircraft that was already engaged and hovering. The seat lowered from the belly of the craft and Batman hoped on. With the pushof a button the seat moved back up into the Batwing and he was rocketing through the cave. Once out he thought that the most appropriate place to start would be Arkham City. Even after its director blew himself up, the fiasco that happened within the walls, it still stood. A blight on the city. Yet it still stood, walls and all. He flew over the center of the city and ejected out, gliding down to a nearby roof to begin his patrol.
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RE She's Been A Naughty Kitty...JMortonTUxRevenge It was quiet night in Arkham City as usual, and Catwomen however knew this was going to be tricky job. Since they weren't to much crime for passed couple of days, or reports Catwomen herself decided to create one until her final desire comes for her. With that, Catwomen began to hop over the reachable roofs she can jump over and ran across from and not fall or break a bone -if she managed to catch herself from falling. But, she Ok for now. Hopping and landing, hopping and land, for the pass few seconds, Catwomen then came to sudden halt when she came across a guy who walking steadily by himself, and guessing towards home. With a smirk now spreading across Catwomen's lips, she quickly climbed down from the rooftop and onto to the ground, quietly creeping behind the person, and not making a single noise. Meanwhile, while she was taking care of that surprising sneak attack, her kitty senses began to tingle her insides when she managed to hear the familiar sounds of that particular gadget as it rails back into the object and makes it usable again to use, for another glide. And Catwomen knew who could that be Batman himself. And he was here in Arkham city. Good. With another smirk growing onto Catwomen's lips she soon went in, and into action. The plan was working, like planned. Grabbing the guy by the shoulder and swinging him across to the brick wall behind him, a loud bang managed to be heard. And Catwomen quickly crept over to his ear whispering in it. I won't hurt you...unless you follow what I tell you do.. She says in a quiet tone and ignoring the man's scream for help. He screams more. But, Catwomen just chuckle at him as if it was some sort of threaten, which however wasn't. You should of seen the look on his face. Catwomen still continued to laugh as she watched the men struggle for freedom while her hands presses on him from escaping. -She hoped this plan works.
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Thread: Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall of a Wild West Outlaw (BBVD&MisaLaVan)

RE Wanted dead or alive The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw Isabella Harper was born on April 5th 1874, to Adam and Mary Harper. Her father came from a long line of money and so did her mother. It was thought long before she was born she would marry into a rich family. She had been an only child, and knew little of love in her home. Moving into town she had been excited to go to school. Sadly she knew no one, but it didn't take long for her to make a friend. Joren Armand was a handsome boy, and it didn't take long for Isabella to be friend him. Only weeks after she had gotten her first crush on the boy who showed her just how caring men could be. As time passed the pair became closer and closer. Often they were found snicking around so her father wouldn't know. Year of friendship made the pair closer then anyone had liked. Knowing each other as well as they did, often time no words had to be said. Their time together didn't last though. She was set to private school to better her life. She had tried her hardest to get to Joren, but by the time she woke her bags had been packed. She was put on the first train out of town, crying the whole way to her new 'home'. She never got over being sent away. Often dreaming of the time she spent with the boy who had stealen her heart before the age of ten. At twenty-four she was finally home, though it was a sad time. Her mother had just passed and her father had called her home. She sat at a table at the local bar, Teddy's bar. She smiled as she talked to her friends, though her mind was else were. Her light red hair was pulled up into a neat bun, her pale skin almost doll like. Her blue eyes turned toward the man who stood before. She was taken back by how handsome he was, and parted her rose colored lips slightly. She couldn't stop her brows from pulling in confusion at his question. Her eyes moved back toward her friends, who were excusing themselves. She couldn't help but scold them before turning back to the young man before him. She took him in for a long moment before nodding. I am... The answer almost sounded like a question.
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RE Wanted dead or alive The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw Joren looked at the woman as she spoke laughing a bit because he could tell by the look on Isabellas face that she had absolutely no clue who he was but that was understandable through the years he had changed a lot because of the money he had earned by becoming an outlaw. He had toned up, gotten a scar on his cheek, started wearing fancy expensive clothes and had lost all of his baby fat which was what he had been known for. So how could have Isabella known it was him, he was the one being rude for not having re-introduced himself before asking her if it was really her. Excuse me it was rude not to introduce myself first. It is funny because we actually know each other quite well. Though you probably wouldnt recognize me because we havent seen each other in almost a decade he said remembering that that when he was ten years old she had bought him a very nice ring with his name engraved in the middle with the allowance her rich father had given her. She always called it the best friends ring and Joren being the sentimental junkie he was had kept it as a remembrance of a time that was much simpler to him after all the hell he had gone through in his life. The ring was hidden inside of a shirt his necklace keeping it right by his heart where he said he would always keep her memory. So slowly he pulled his necklace off and slid the ring off the necklace holding it in the palm of his hand before speaking again. I am the leader of the Dark Riders outlaw gang they know me as Sixgun but you would know me as Joren Armand he said placing the ring on the table in front of her so she would know for sure that he was telling the truth. He had absolutely no clue where this would go from here, whether shed still want to associate with him or not after having told her what he had become but he still wanted to try to rekindle something of their past friendship because he knew if he didnt then he would hate himself for the rest of his life since Isabella had been a very large part of his past life. Joren shouldve expected though that Isabella wouldve came back he had heard not too long ago that Isabellas mom was very sick and the doctors didnt think she would make it. He had actually read it in the newspaper because it was big news since her parents were the richest people in Dallas Texas so anything having to do with the Harper family went directly on the front page under the main story for everyone to see.
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RE Wanted dead or alive The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw Blue eyes worked over the man before her, taking in his form. Her bright orbs moved back to his face when he started to speak. They filled with confusion as he spoke. She didn't know anyone from this town, other then the girls. She watched him pull a necklace from inside his shirt and listened closely as he spoke. Her eyes jumped to the ring then back to his face. She shook her head as her eyes filled with tears. It wasn't Joren, it couldn't be him. Her daddy told her the boy was dead, he had died a long time ago. She grabbed the ring from the table she stood up, her chair falling over as she did so. Tears burned their way down her cheeks as she stood face to face to the man. How dare you She hissed. I don't know where you got this ring, but your not Joren Her hand balled into fist so tight her fingers started to go numb. The ring in her hand bit into her skin. He died... My daddy told me he died... Looking into though eyes she couldn't help but feel sick. His eyes, she knew those eyes. Her daddy wouldn't have made up such a hurtful lie though, right? Her right hand covered her mouth as she choked back a sob. Her mind raced almost as fast as her heart did. This couldn't have been happen. She had wanted to write to him, to tell him about her time in private school. Her father had wrote her only days after leaving to tell her the news. Joren had died, he was killed in a fight. Her father spoke of how he had gone back to the troubled boy he had been before their friendship. How he picked a fight and been shot by some outlaw.
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RE Wanted dead or alive The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw Joren chuckled as he heard Isabella tell him how her father had told her that he was dead it didnt surprise him one bit. Mr. Harper had always hated him more than anything in the world because like any other spoiled little rich kid he was taught that poor people like Jorens family were the enemies of their money. Most of the rich kids grew up to be real assholes he knew he had killed many of them through his years of being an outlaw but this really stuck with Joren because he knew Mr. Harper knew he was alive and this was the final way to split the seams of their friendship. You couldnt be friends with a dead man could you and since Isabella was so far away it wasnt like she could just Go see for herself. So Joren began to speak slowly You know somehow it doesnt surprise me that Adam Harper would make up a story like that. Man that man hated me with every single fiber of his being. He wasnt anything like your mom Mary now she was an absolutely wonderful woman. Sweet, kind, beautiful and she had those big blue eyes just like you do. I heard about her death and I sent three or four anonymous bouquets of flowers to you and your family because of your tragic loss Joren said going on and on like he always had. But unfortunately Miss Dizzy Izzy His childhood nickname he had given her since she had been a little clumsy then your father got the right names but wrong details. A few years after you left the notorious outlaw Guns Al McGee killed my sister we had a duel and I shot him twelve times and then faked my own death because that was the day I decided to become Sixgun Leader of the Dark Riders though I informed my ma and pa and still to this day keep in contact with them. Joren said looking at her I mean if youd like Id be more than happy to take you to their house or yours to confront either family to tell the truth he said looking at her honestly. Joren just wanted Isabella to know the truth because he could see the fire in her eye she was pissed beyond words because she thought of him as an imposter or something like that because of a faux story that her dad had told her years ago. If her father wouldve told her a couple years after she left then Joren wouldve understood since he faked his own death but this lie It was nothing more than a way for him to try and split them apart for good this time unlike the other unsuccessful times he had tried.
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RE Wanted dead or alive The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw Isabella could do nothing but look at the man as he chuckled. She listened as he spoke of her daddy, and how he hated Joren. Then of how sweet her momma had been, how that shared the same blue eyes. Th-thank you She stuttered out when told he had sent flower. It was nice of him to do that, even after all her daddy had done. She couldn't believe she was standing there looking at Joren. She bit back another sob to hear his sister had been the one shot and killed, but it was all years after she left. She shook her head when he spoke of confronting either of their family. She didn't need that, she knew this was Joren. Holding out a shaky hand she waited for him to open hit. She place the ring in his hand, a few drops of blood slid down her hand from where it had bit into her skin. She could feel everyone's eyes on them, she hated that they were being watched. She had thought him dead, to fine out in such away her daddy had lied to her was heartbreaking. She didn't want anyone knowing what was going on between the pair. She looked down, shifting from foot to foot a clear sign she was nervous. I... I wanted to write you... I ... She swallowed hard. I'm sorry about your sister... Isabella didn't know what to do. How could she go home and face the man who had broke her heart. The man who knew it was all a lie and didn't care how much she cried. She had never felt more stupid then she had in that moment. To have believed he was dead, to have listened to her father over the years speak of how he was 'sorry' Joren had died. Then here he was, Joren, standing in front of her alive and well. Not only that but he was an outlaw. She couldn't help but wonder for a moment what would have happened if she had stayed. Would he of still turned into an outlaw, or would he had stayed with her, been everything she had needed him to be like he had when they were children.
Thread: Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall of a Wild West Outlaw (BBVD&MisaLaVan)

RE Wanted dead or alive The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw Isabella didn't miss the tears that filled Joren's eyes. She couldn't help but see the little boy she had known so long ago. Giving him a soft smile when he spoke of his sister. She spoke of how she wanted to write to him. She laughed lightly shocking her head as lifted her chair and took a sit. You know I always knew what you were trying to write She said. Thinking of all the letters they had wrote to each other as kids. She had tried her hardest to help him learn to write neater. She watched as he placed his gun on the table, making everyone look away. Before she could speak a large man in leather walked in. She looked down, shyly as the man spoke to Joren. Only when Joren spoke did she looked up. Fear filled her eyes as she had heard the word officer. Once more her hands tightened into fist as she was left there but nothing but her thoughts. She couldn't help but feel her life was a lie. She would of never stayed in New York is she had known Joren was alive. She would of come home years ago, he was her best friend even to this day. Her father had lied to her, said hurtful things about Joren and how he died. She knew her father had hated the boy, but she had never thought he would hurt her. Then again part of her wasn't shocked. Her daddy had always been a mean man. He treated his wife, Isabella's mother, no better then he did his horse or workers. Until Isabella meant Joren she thought the only way a man could care for a woman was when he hit her. Joren had showed her love, and what true caring was. Part of her wondered if that's why her daddy hated the boy so much. He had shown her just how big of a monster her daddy was, and he just a simple poor farmer's boy. She snapped out of her thought as Joren once again joined her. She offered him a small smile, one she was sure he knew meant she was upset. He had known her inside and outside, no matter what mood she was in or what she said he knew the true her. She looked toward the door and then back at him. You must be a charmer not to get taken in, since your such a well known outlaw She partly teased. She looked down at where her hand sat in her lap for a moment. Do you think things would of been different if I hadn't of been sent away? She asked. The thought of what could of happened playing in her mind. Would Joren still be an outlaw. Would she still be forced to marry a man she didn't know.
Thread: Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall of a Wild West Outlaw (BBVD&MisaLaVan)

RE Wanted dead or alive The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw As Joren looked at her unlike most could see past the wall of fake happiness and knew that Isabella was upset so he placed his hand over hers in a caring manner Listen dont be upset Isabella I understand that with all the things that have happened you feel bad but you did nothing wrong and I dont blame you one bit. I know your father hates me he has since I was a little boy he explained to her honestly I also want to let you know that even though I havent seen you in almost a decade you are still my best friend in the entire world youre the only person that treated me nicely, respected me and treated me like a human being even though I was the son of a poor farmer who didnt truly belong in school but I was trying to make my life better he said looking up directly into her eyes his ocean blue eyes not breaking contact for a couple of minutes so she could see that he was telling the Gods honest truth to her since he never wanted her to think of him as anything other than a man who truly loved and cared for her. Joren laughed as he said Oh come on I know we havent seen each other in almost a decade but you should remember how much of a charmer I am. I won your friendship after all didnt I he teased with a smile before saying But no the sheriff wanted to let me know that even though he knew I am an outlaw that he knows I was the one who has been anonymously sending money to help fix up the city and that he wouldnt arrest me as long as I was a good boy he said the last two parts teasingly. But then as soon as he finished he heard the question that he had been dreading since he found out that the woman he saw was in fact his dear friend Isabella Harper. You know I I honestly dont know what wouldve happened if you had stayed Isabella because in all honesty it didnt happen since your father forcibly made you leave. I mean yeah I guess things couldve possibly been different with you around but well never know because there is no way to change the past all we can do is look towards a brighter future now that weve found each other again. Though with your permission of course I would like to confront your father. I promise you that I wont hurt him or anything but I just want to confront him for the pain he has caused you.