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[galwonder]

Metropolis is the biggest, highest populated, most important functioning city in the world. It also, right now, isn't much of a fucntioning sity - the police are pushed to their limits, the population is higher than it can really support and its economy is crazy thanks to a distinct lack of anywhere to trade with. Crime is higher than it used to be in Gotham.

Which provides a lot for a young crime fighter to do. And Sparrow is after a drug ring specialising in Ruhipnol and other, related sedatives.

So she's not Sparrow right now. Her shades are off, her outfit is stashed, and the only equipment she's carrying is that which she could cover in the pockets of her big yellow coat.

She's undercover on the streets of Metropolis.

[OOC: Still open to new threads! They just will ALL take place before the Sylar thread for obvious reasons]

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[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

And on this street in Metropolis--

--no, not that one. The little one. Just up there, and a little to the left; there, you have it--

--something smashes, plastic buckling violently against brick. A big, long-since looted bin just bit the dust.

[galwonder]

Sparrow - Jubilation, for she's not in costume - Jubes doesn't break into a run at the noise, but she does pick up a little speed, heading towards the sound.

When she gets to the street she's strolling, hands deep in her pockets.

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

The sound hasn't repeated itself: in this state, any power is chancy, and the bin could be considered a lucky hit more than anything else.

The alley smells terrible. Something's rotting.



Around a hunched, dark shape at the end of the alley, dust swirls in the still air.

[galwonder]

Jubes covers her mouth; apparently a reaction against the smell but also to palm a couple of plugs into her nostrils - being Sparrow is all about the gadgetry.

Then she strides towards the shape, not missing a quick scan of the bin that looks like it wasn't in that place until a second ago.

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

There wasn't a big crack up and down one side until a second ago, either. Those things are surprisingly easy to break if you get the right angle. (Or, you know, if you slam them into walls. Either works.)

It's a little too cold down this end of the alley. the dust falls abruptly.

The shape is a body. Was a body, before the bacteria got to it. It used to be that of a tall, thin man, and there's no immediately obvious cause of death, unless you count the fact that it's green and slimy. To add insult to injury, someone has stolen its shoes.

[galwonder]

Eeeew.

At least, that's the interior reaction. It's part of the exteriour one as well, but mostly that's just Jubes putting her fists on her hips and giving it a hard look.

"Ghost?"

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the narration was sort of going for that effect.

the angry whirlwind of dust strikes up again

[galwonder]

"Yes," Jubes says patiently. "I can see that. I meant ghost-as-in-dead-soul rather than metamutant-with-unfortunate-side-effects."

That kind of thing is important to get out of the way first.

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

Sylar never quite foresaw a time when he would not be entirely independant, which may well be rather shortsighted of him, as it could be argued that he never has been.

Nevertheless. It seems that this could be his only chance at contact; everyone else seemed to run away, for some reason.

"You could call me both," he answers quietly, focusing on the words.

...we never promised he'd be helpful.

[galwonder]

Jubes grimaces with an almost-sarcastic well that's helpful kind of expression and shoves her hands back in her pockets.

"Just got really mad at the trashcan, didja?"

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

the dust falls again, before starting to chase itself around her feet.

"I can't... find a grip."

(You can tell he's a little preoccupied with being dead and hanging onto live consciousness. It's distracting him from Not Talking About Weaknesses Ever.)

[galwonder]

"Huh."

Jubes' first reaction is well, what do you want me to do about it? but that's not very 'Heroic' and if he's throwing trashcans about it might get dangerous, and she can't have that.

"Isn't there like, a light or something you're supposed to go into?"

[leto-reficio.livejournal.com]

...

"No." Flatly.

(If there was, he's rather too aware that it would be a flickering red one, but let's not go into that.)

[not-robin.livejournal.com]

A shadow passes by, over head. If she looks up, she might catch the fleeting shape of a familiar cape, swinging from a familiarish line.

[galwonder]

Part of being Sparrow means that you don't just happen to look up. And when she sees the shadow, she immediately thinks it's him and her heart lifts - before she remembers that no one she really knows from her world has shown up and it's most likely that Batman guy.

Which is why, a few hours later, Sparrow, in full costume, returns to the rooftops where Jubilation had seen the shape.

[not-robin.livejournal.com]

And, not so long after, a throat is cleared behind her. He's Batman, it's what he does. "And who are you supposed to be?"

[galwonder]

She's used to it enough from 'Claw, that it doesn't even phase her. She just reels around and peers up at him.

Definitely not Claw.

"You're him? The wannabe they all love so much?"

[not-robin.livejournal.com]

He crosses his arms, staring down at her. "Wannabe?"

[galwonder]

She folds her arms, staring up at him.

"You're not Dark Claw," she tells him bluntly. "You'll never be Dark Claw."

[not-robin.livejournal.com]

"Who is Dark Claw?" The name doesn't even begin to ring any.. Hold up a minute. "Jubilee?"

[galwonder]

That's a weird mangling of her real name she's never heard before. Never mind that only Dick knows her real name. Sparrow glares at him, knocked for six.

"...what?"

[not-robin.livejournal.com]

"Aren't you Jubilee?" Man, it's been forever since they had a thing, what was her real name? "Jubilation Lee?"

[galwonder]

Sparrow's jaw sets, the only visible sign of her stare becoming a glare under her red shades.

"He told you," she says coldly, her arms turning white under her gauntlets as her grip tightens.

She trusted him, and he told on her.

[not-robin.livejournal.com]

"No, you told me. It was.." Tim frowns. "Many years ago, by my reckoning."

[galwonder]

"Never met you before."

Which isn't true, of course. At least, she has met Bruce Wayne. But her universe's Bruce Wayne. No one from any universe with a 'Batman.'