Hell ain't a bad place to be

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

((OOC: bendy time is your friend, this takes place while Zee is in Sub Diego))

There is nothing quite like finishing a job in Hell and coming back to find your shit on the lawn. Midnight and his clothes were scattered about the lawn when he made his way back to Shadowcrest. At first he wasn't aware it was his clothes, the tired thought about kids took a minute to displace in his brain.

Actually it probably would have taken longer to come to the right conclusion if Midnight hadn't informed him in a triumphantly squeaky bunny voice he'd been tossed out. It was only mostly on purpose that he kicked the rabbit cage on the way by.

Shadowcrest was being uncooperative to his knocking. First the light went out, then the shades went down and then the sprinklers turned on.

"BLOODY HELL ZEE CALL OFF YOUR HOUSE!" Soaking wet and with an armload of clothes and a rabbit cage John was beginning to wonder if he could just head back to Hell.

He tried calling her phone on the way to a cheap hotel but there was no answer and it was pitched onto the dresser with a growl only to snatch it up again when it rang.

"Damn it Constantine don't you ever answer your phone?" It wasn't Zee, but at this point it was the next best thing a case to work on. The murders he'd been tracking had shown up again in New York, he had another piece of the pattern to look at if he got there quickly.

"Thanks Mate, oh and I left somethin' for you in m'hotel room." A tenner and an enraged bunny rabbit, better tip than normal.


The crime scene was similar enough to the ones in Gotham John wasn't sure what he was going to find here. Not much of the actual crime had happened here, this was just the body dump. From the state of the body he'd suspect it was for Teteoinnan, but that shouldn't be happening over multiple times of the year.

Hell he was trying to give reason to the "woman of discord". She might not be as over the top as Eris but still not someone to expect reason from.

The main problem with thinking it could be for her is why the hell would a worshipper of an Aztec god be working in the cold north east of the United States? None of it added up.

Crimescene tape isn't much of a barrier, the closer he was the easier it would be to find clues.

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[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

He would quickly be aware that he wasn't the only one in the room. There is a figure, a female figure, crouched, looking at the situation. While she's likely aware of John, right now, she's making sure that she's not touching anything as she's looking.

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Nice girl like you in a place like this an all that." There's a lift of the brow in her direction, not generally her area so he's curious.

"Pretty Kitty."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

"Don't call me that. I can't hit you for it right now." There is a growl to her voice that indicates her mood. It seems to indicate that she's been in this mood for awhile now, too.

"What the fuck happened here?"

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

There's a hint of an amused look on his face, mostly he calls her that to annoy so it was a good hit. The other reason is to judge her mood, it's a pretty clear picture right now.

"Girl was skinned alive." He crouches down to examine a heavy smear of blood.

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

And suddenly what she was looking at in confusion pulls together in a coherent picture. For a moment, a long moment, Catwoman looks like she's going to be sick. After a few moments longer, she manages to swallow and ask, "Why?"

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Not sure yet." his finger hovers over the blood but he doesn't quite touch it.

"Somethin' magical, pain for a purpose. Other than that I'm still fishin'."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

"So.... What do we do now?"

Catwoman stands up, putting space between herself and the body below.

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Let the nice cops take the body an try to figure out how many more are on the list t'die." He doesn't even question the 'we' part of that statement.

If there was hair he'd take a lock, but that went wherever the skin went.

"Universal principal of a body, bits of itself will call to the other bits." He dabs a small piece of cloth in the blood and pockets it.

"An we get a drink t'settle our insides."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

For a few moments Catwoman stares at him in silence and then she nods a bit, "Should I change first?"

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"I don't mind the look, depends on whether you want t'have a bit in a bar or somewhere it won't matter if we talk crimescenes."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

Thinking about it for a few moments, she tilts her head to the side. "Well." He gets a look for a few moments, "I have a palce we can go but there isn't likely to be any alcohol there."

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

With a bit of a smirk a bottle of whiskey is pulled from a pocket and shown to her before it's slipped back out of sight.

"As long as you've got glasses luv we're in business."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure there will be glasses but .... just don't... It isn't my place." With a few nimble movements she's outside. How she does get out, though, would reveal that she has a broken left hand - or it is at least immoblized.

"C'mon."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

"She has to eat and sleep like everyone else." The key is gone again - no showy moves, nothing obvious, the key is just gone. And the costume is zipped up a little higher again before she slides the goggles off of her face. "And anything that you can do to help with the hand... I need to learn not to punch walls."

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

He stops looking around...wonders is wonder babe knows the history on the piece she has on the end table there...and looks at Selina's hand.

"First off a bit of this." He pulls the bottle out of his pocket and waits for her to get glasses. "An I'll take a look."

When she comes back he pours the drinks then takes her hand to look it over. Swollen, hairline fractures from impact in several places it must be a joy to deal with.

"Take your drink luv this'll hurt for a second."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

It seems likely that the infused essence of truth in Diana would give her an idea of the history of anything but not detailed, of course. Taking the glass, Selina downs the drink quickly, letting a breath out at the sting of the alcohol before she cries out in pain at the spell on her hand.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!"

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Sorry luv." The pain will fade of course and her hand will work again now but still not a pleasant thing.

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

"Bullshit."

Selina looks down at her hand, letting out a breath, slowly pulling it back in. Right now, looking anywhere but at John seems to be the ticket.

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Told you it would hurt." he drains his own glass and sets it back on the table. The years have imured him to horrors somewhat but the sight of someone skinned alive is still a bit stomach turning.

Especially when you know how much joy whatever or whoever it was took in doing it.

"Look, you might want t'bow out. Whatever's goin' on it seems t'like women."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

The look she gives him is not pleasant.

"All the more reason for me to be involved. People can't get away with thinking these girls won't be missed." Reaching up, she pulls the rest of the cowl off.

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"You could die, skin torn off while you watch screaming." It's a part of magic in all things, the person involved has to consent. He can use her but only if she gives what's known as 'informed consent'. Too bad if someone changes their mind later.

She looks as tired and gritty as he feels.

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

There is a moment where she pales at the thought but after a moment of shaking her head to herself, she looks back at him. "That's a little more exotic than what I'm normally faced with but I can't say it is beyond the realm of possbilities."

Pause. "At least no one will be trying to make me into cat food."

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Well, not like I can say yet what they do with the skin." He shrugs, if she's willing then he has help. Considering that Zee apparently has kicked him out he can use all the help he can get.

"So why aren't you hangin' out in Gotham with Spooky the Bat?" There's a lot of emotions buried in her right now, he needs to know what's going to trigger things.

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

"We're ...." Selina pauses, her eyes narrow in thought.

"I'm trying to figure some things out." There are some things that she just isn't going to tell him. Like the fact that she got him shot.

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

He pours himself another drink.

"Fine, don't like workin' with the prat anyhow." He runs a hand through his hair standing it up more than normal.

"How you feel about breakin' an enterin' the morgue for a closer look at things?"