Raise Some Hell! ((open))

[Arisu Daisuke]

Arisu ran across the roof, her footsteps clapping loudly with each footsteps, shoes flat, almost looking like slippers. Her hair danced behind her with the cold wind of September. Her light brown eyes narrowed, listening to her master, that was really her adoptive father, speak in her native language to her rapidly, which was Japanese of course.

She jumped and landed on another rooftop, rolling so she didn't injure her leg. Arisu didn't lose her balance nor speed. She didn't waste time to jump right back up and start again. "Alright Arisu, you should be closing in on the docks about now. Remember who you're aiming for and don't get caught. You haven't failed me before don't start now." He commanded her. (Japanese but I'm not going to look that all up.XD) "Hai, wakarimashita."She reported back to him as she turned the speaker in her ear off that he was talking through.

Blinking as she reached her destination, she placed a foot on the edge of the roof as she looked down, scanning any exits she'd need , escape routes or any other routes she planned to use that would be helpful. Arisu looked around at the alarms and lights that would set alarms off. This was going to be easy, nothing like the time she had been in North Korea. That was the difficult time, but she managed to get a rather large bounty there too and in most of Europe and Asia. America's turn.

Arisu turned to the side, another breeze passing as she ran again and jumped to a rather high building, but clung to the windowsill, climbing up from each sill she saw, on the sides of course. She couldn't risk being seen.

Arisu reached the top, barely breaking a sweat as she walked to the other side again as she watched the boats pile in. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for the one she needed. Spotting him, she back-flipped out of the way of a light and dived behind some boxes. "Abune..." She mumbled to herself as she stood up and got down from the rooftops, fading into the shadows. she knew where the one she needed was going.

The man had no clue about the assassin after him. He whistled, pleased with a current deal he had made. placed his thumb as the top of his stack of money and ran his finger across it. He was in his boat, ready for it to take off as workers piled in his materials. It was illegal material, and Arisu didn't know all the details, but it wasn't anything good. All she knew, was that somebody wanted him gone, and she was the one to make that wish come true.

The man blinked and looked up, watching a truck pass. When the end of the truck passed his eyes, there he saw Arisu. Well, he didn't know her name, but he saw her. He blinked. "Beat it, this place isn't for kids." He called out to her. She lifted a device, and threw it on the boat. He blinked, and grabbed it, but couldn't lift it. It was latched to the boat. He looked up at her. "What did you do? What is this?" He asked, getting angry. She pulled out a device with a red button at the top, twirling it between her fingers. "Ippen shinde miru..." She called back. He looked at her, confused. "What..?!" He asked. Arisu glared. "Shinde!" She yelled back as she pressed the trigger. The boat then exploded, killing him in the process. "Sayonara..." She mumbled as she turned away, flames burning behind her as her hair once again began to dance in the wind as she took her leave.

[Batgirl]

The night; Batgirl had come to revel in it. She had always felt safer in the dark, ever since toddler-hood when she learned she could more easily evade her father's assaults in it. When she'd donned the mask by Batman's side, it had come to be the time during which she could best pursue redemption. Now it was the only time she felt like herself, away from the frustrations and confusions of this new high school experience, committed to fighting crime. Unfortunately, Jump City was not Gotham. She had to wait and look for crime here, not simply move from one constant horror to the next.

That was what brought her to the docks. It was something she'd learned in Gotham, that the docks were a nesting ground for organized crime. So, perched atop the corner of a building like an over sized crow, Batgirl scanned and waited. It didn't take long for something to get her attention, the darkness receding in the face of a mushroom of flame several docks down from her. As soon as it roared into life, Batgirl was gone, hurtling through the shadows towards the source.

Like a piece of the night detaching itself from the sky, she descended from above, landing in a crouch directly in front of the young woman walking away from the flaming wreck of a boat. Her cloak followed gravity more slowly, descending to mask her form like a curtain as she stood straight. In the time it took Batgirl to land and stand, a few heartbeats at most, she analyzed everything she could about her opponent. She wore the outfit of a ninja, though stylized in several less-than-practical ways. Then again, Cass was the one wearing bat ears. Besides, it was clear that it was not just an act; she could see true ninjitsu training echoed in the way the girl walked, that style being one of the platforms of Batgirl's own martial arts training.

She was likely trained from a young age too, judging from the fluidity. That was something Cass had come to notice over the years; trained fighters moved differently when they'd started young as opposed to later in life. Of course, she'd yet to face anyone that moved in a way that suggested they'd trained a lifetime like her, but the younger the more similar.

"Stop." It was the first word Cass had ever spoken so perhaps that was why it was what she always seemed to open with in these circumstances. She doubted it would work of course. There was too much confidence in her foe's body language for the costume and the command alone to stop her. She would stop her though, because there was one more key detail that Batgirl could discern about nearly anyone almost instantly; she was a killer. In fact, she'd just killed someone. Cass knew because she knew what it was like to be the one who had taken a life; those signs of the body leaped out violently and, as such, she would not let this girl walk away.

[Arisu Daisuke]

Arisu's eyes were closed. She stopped in her tracks before even the person told her to stop. Her eyes opened once more. It was her senses that told her the girl was there. The scent and the sense, along with the voice, is what told her the gender. There was more. She could sense strength, bravery and skill within her. She was a companion of the shadows, much like herself, but just how well could the girl keep up with someone in her own element?

Arisu moved one foot to turn and look back at the girl in a bat costume. She lifted an eyebrow. If she said something the stranger wouldn't understand due to her native language, but still. Um, the costume, was a bit much, but maybe Americans were different, so.. Yeah.

Arisu was trying to figure out what to say in her head before she got a loud ring in her ear. She didn't flinch, but man it hurt her ear! She growled deeply before pressing the button and hearing her master say that Batgirl, assuming that was the person in front of her, was a big shot Gotham hero and that this was her chance blah blah blah. "Damare." she stated simply before she lifted her finger off the button which made it hang up on her Master. Damare was shut up in her language.

Okay, Arisu could run, fight, or try to explain something. what was there to explain? It was summed up for the girl, she killed and that's all that was needed. She was left with two options, and running away from a battle was never an option for ninjas such as herself, but she wouldn't turn it into a fight either. Not unless the girl attacked first. She didn't kill without reason or orders, that was her rule, unless self-defense was in order. All Arisu did was stand, body side-ways as she looked at the Bat-girl.