by LawOhki » Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:52 pm
I do need some help with this scene. I am wondering if Ranma should try to use an alias or cause a conflict by asserting he is Ranma Saotome and show the curse?
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Barbara Gordon checked the incident report as she gave her husband some details on what had happened. Whoever had perpetrated the rapid forest growth had vanished while they were evacuating the high rise before it could topple over. When it did finally fall, as far as they could tell, no one was hurt because it had fallen on the empty park. The area was cordoned off, utilities were stopped, and cleanup crews would start sifting through the rubble in the morning.
“I should be home in a couple hours, don’t wait up.” She told her husband, wishing that she could drop off her mundane duties to someone else.
Leaving her desk, she headed out into the station to take a brief break, and take a short walk outside the station. She took a detour to check and see if anyone who had been trapped within the park were still making statements. Jumping backwards, her long out of practice instincts saved her from being run over by a desk that flew out one of the rooms to embed itself deeply into the opposing wall.
“I answered your stupid questions!” A teen girl’s voice yelled and one of Gordon’s officers hesitantly appeared backing out the door.
“Problems?” She asked, finding that it was a small Asian girl who had thrown a metal table weighing close to forty pounds like it was a frisby. The fact that the girl was spliced with some kind of cat could perhaps account for the extra strength.
“Commissioner.” The officer quickly straightened up, clearly embarrassed to be seen cowering from a young girl.
‘Boys.’ She mentally rolled her eyes, quickly remembering many times where she made grown men cower from just a look. “Isn’t she one of the few trapped in the park earlier?” She asked, not acknowledging the three other officers who showed up in response to the outburst.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Then why is she still here?”
“Discrepancies.” The man gathered up a folder to hand to her. “No ID, no matching prints, she claims to be a boy named Ranma Saotome, who we have a warrant out on.”
Inside the folder was a photograph of the boy dated earlier in the day who looked to be the girl’s twin, right down to the splice. “Well is she under arrest for anything?”
“Vandalism?” He looked out at the table in the wall.
“See to the clean up.” She ordered, deciding to have a change of pace, and indulge herself in a bit of a mystery.
“Ma’am.” The officer nodded.
“Since this room is unusable, would you follow me?” She asked while gesturing to the spliced girl to follow. “Just to dots the i’s and cross the t’s.”
“Can I leave then?” The girl asked tiredly.
“I don’t see why not.” She answered, silently adding the caveat unless there was wrongdoing. It was a short walk to the room next door, and she sat down casually at the chair next to the table. The girl, claiming to be the boy Ranma, sat down across from her irritably. “I agree, it’s been a long day for me as well. Why don’t you tell me why you weren’t in school?”
“I don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember?”
“Do you have a hearing problem? I don’t remember. I tried to tell your flunky that the last thing I remember was having breakfast then going to school.” Ranma answered before developing an intense look of concentration. “Even that’s kind of hard to remember.”
Gordon sat in silence watching the girl have an internal battle with herself. “So you don’t remember anything about the park?”
“Some.” Ranma’s eyes darted around evasively. “A woman, named Poison Ivy.”
Barbara didn’t have to hide her shock because she had known that had been the culprit. Having it confirmed was affirming though. “Poison Ivy? Could you describe her? Start with how you met her.” She asked.
“I don’t know, she was just there, what part of I don’t remember is hard to understand?” Ranma explained with increasing agitation.
‘Sad to see a perfect example of why splicing is so bad.’ She didn’t know how to approach unstable people who weren’t psychotic villains. “Please, I’m just trying to help.” She reached over to try and put a reassuring hand on Ranma’s own but the girl pulled away quickly.
“I guess.” Ranma closed her eyes and rubbed at her temples. “I met her the other night, there was this-- it was a toxic spot, and she gave me this shot she said would protect me. It’s why I’m spliced again.”
“You mean you’ve met her before?” This was certainly starting to get into a weird territory.
“Yea for about five minutes.”
“And why is she responsible for you being spliced-- again?”
“That bastard Cuvier was having me model for some photoshoot he never paid me for. He gave me a perma dose that Batman reversed but then this shot put me right back to this.” Ranma gestured disgustedly towards herself.
“It seems you get around.” Barbara was reasonably surprised by the turn of events the teen in front of her must have gone through if the story was true. “Just so that I have your story straight. Dr. Cuvier spliced you to be a model with a permanent solution. Batman provided you with an antidote.” She would have to contact Bruce on that. “But then you ran across Poison Ivy while in a toxic part of the city and she injected you with something that reversed the antidote.”
“Pretty much, also probably stuck like this.”
‘Yes, Bruce would definitely be able to make or break this story.’ Judging by the story, Bruce would know firsthand from when his new errand boy was involved.
“All that aside, why do you not have any identification?”
“I must have lost it.” Ranma shrugged.
“And claiming to be the boy in this file?” She patted the folder. “Most of the people we get here using an alias pick one that wouldn’t get you arrested.”
“Um--.” The girl floundered for a response and fidgeted nervously.