[One second, Bette had been trying to convince Bumblebee and Dove to give the Titans West another chance. After all, a new team had been forming in Bludhaven, why couldn't they form one in LA again? The next second...
Had she blinked? Had she stepped into a portal? Had the skies turned momentarily read? She wasn't sure, but hurtling through the sky she suddenly missed the wingpack she'd worn back as Hawkfire. She might have been able to glide down a little more gracefully. Her Flamebird costume, though, was a little more showy, a little less functional. And so she hits the pavement. Hard. She's barely recovered from that when she hears the voice in her head.]
Yeah yeah, I've already stopped letting Kate decide for me. It's why I left West - wait.
[She sits up, looking around her. This isn't Gotham City. This isn't LA. Is this - where is she? And what's that about...no, it obviously wasn't about Kate trying to guide Bette's crimefighting career? What the hell is going on? Oh, it's that. A giant robot thing, forming right before her very eyes.]
Oh, great. Must be a Wednesday.
[She reaches into her utility belt for an electrified, bird-shaped boomerang. It won't do much, but it's a start. There's no way she's running from this fight, no matter where she is.]
Diadem Hotel
[If there's one thing Bette's familiar with, it's the life of the obscenely rich. You don't grow up a Kane girl without a certain measure of wealth and privilege in your life, and so despite the fact that she's learned about how she's been yanked away from her home universe to this place, she's...surprisngly comfortable. Maybe it's because she hasn't really given it much thought yet. Maybe it's because she's glad for the fresh start. This isn't LA. This isn't Gotham. She isn't beholden to the Titans. She isn't beholden to Batwoman or Batman. For the first time in a long time - since she first became Flamebird - she's on her own. It feels freeing, and she's going to revel in that freedom fir a little bit. At least for now.
Which means a shopping spree. And maybe some boba. They have boba in this universe, right?]
Halloween
[Bette's always enjoyed a lemon drop, but she's not certain that's what this yellow candy is. It gleams in her hand though, all glossy and tantalizing. She'd only popped into the shop to see what they had to offer, but the little man, as soon as he'd seen her, humming to herself while looking over the candies - she'd almost chosen red - came over and suggested the yellow ones. He'd suggested that they complimented her mood perfectly, and wasn't it unfair that the red flavors always got top billing when the yellow ones were just as good? He wasn't wrong, she realized. Starburst had special packs for their red flavors, Sour Punch Bites had their Rad Reds bag. But what about the yellow candies? Even Nightwing preferred reds to yellows.
She pops the candy in her mouth as she leaves the shop, and soon, her humming turns into her singing softly. At least at first.]
Something has changed within me. Something is not the same. I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game...
Bette Kane | DC Comics
[One second, Bette had been trying to convince Bumblebee and Dove to give the Titans West another chance. After all, a new team had been forming in Bludhaven, why couldn't they form one in LA again? The next second...
Had she blinked? Had she stepped into a portal? Had the skies turned momentarily read? She wasn't sure, but hurtling through the sky she suddenly missed the wingpack she'd worn back as Hawkfire. She might have been able to glide down a little more gracefully. Her Flamebird costume, though, was a little more showy, a little less functional. And so she hits the pavement. Hard. She's barely recovered from that when she hears the voice in her head.]
Yeah yeah, I've already stopped letting Kate decide for me. It's why I left West - wait.
[She sits up, looking around her. This isn't Gotham City. This isn't LA. Is this - where is she? And what's that about...no, it obviously wasn't about Kate trying to guide Bette's crimefighting career? What the hell is going on? Oh, it's that. A giant robot thing, forming right before her very eyes.]
Oh, great. Must be a Wednesday.
[She reaches into her utility belt for an electrified, bird-shaped boomerang. It won't do much, but it's a start. There's no way she's running from this fight, no matter where she is.]
Diadem Hotel
[If there's one thing Bette's familiar with, it's the life of the obscenely rich. You don't grow up a Kane girl without a certain measure of wealth and privilege in your life, and so despite the fact that she's learned about how she's been yanked away from her home universe to this place, she's...surprisngly comfortable. Maybe it's because she hasn't really given it much thought yet. Maybe it's because she's glad for the fresh start. This isn't LA. This isn't Gotham. She isn't beholden to the Titans. She isn't beholden to Batwoman or Batman. For the first time in a long time - since she first became Flamebird - she's on her own. It feels freeing, and she's going to revel in that freedom fir a little bit. At least for now.
Which means a shopping spree. And maybe some boba. They have boba in this universe, right?]
Halloween
[Bette's always enjoyed a lemon drop, but she's not certain that's what this yellow candy is. It gleams in her hand though, all glossy and tantalizing. She'd only popped into the shop to see what they had to offer, but the little man, as soon as he'd seen her, humming to herself while looking over the candies - she'd almost chosen red - came over and suggested the yellow ones. He'd suggested that they complimented her mood perfectly, and wasn't it unfair that the red flavors always got top billing when the yellow ones were just as good? He wasn't wrong, she realized. Starburst had special packs for their red flavors, Sour Punch Bites had their Rad Reds bag. But what about the yellow candies?
Even Nightwing preferred reds to yellows.She pops the candy in her mouth as she leaves the shop, and soon, her humming turns into her singing softly. At least at first.]
Something has changed within me. Something is not the same. I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game...