"Yeah, but then what?" Dick asked, frowning. "I mean, if you, we, really think she's trying to kill Z...Well, she might have to A) go to jail or B) have a nice, long vacation back at Arkham." He muttered, looking around at their surroundings. "I just really don't like our options, you know?" He had known Senna since she came to Gotham. She, like all of the Bat freaks, had a rough background. Her father was a criminal, killed in a shoot out with cops before she was born. Her mother was his partner-in-crime, was convicted, and sent to jail to spend the rest of her days there. Senna was born in that very jail. She had an older half-brother who lived in Gotham, so he took her in, but he ended up dying in a car crash when she was 12. Up until then she was a blooming gymnast, preparing herself for the Olympics. With no where to turn, Bruce found her and took her under his wing. Dick had just moved back to Gotham when Senna came to live at the manor. The way he felt about Senna was the way Lacy felt about Ace.

Lacy took a hand off the handle bar and patted his arms that were looped around her waist. "I'm not sure what we are going to do with her," she told him, keeping her voice low even in the rush of the wind. "But I understand where you're coming from, baby." She placed her hand back on the bar then sped up a little, really pushing the speed limit.

Dick watched the buildings zoom by. "Soooo...what even is Ace's relationship with Z? They seem pretty...close?" He felt like that was the wrong word, but it was the best word. "I mean, I kinda sorta thought they were together, but until recent events, Z seemed like she was going after Tim."

Lacy was starting to edge towards the city, which meant stop lights, so she had to slow down and roll to a stop. "Ace explained it to me that they are together but they are also free to date other people," she responded. "I feel like it has something to do with Ace being asexual and Z being hypersexual. It's confusing." She revved the engine of the motorbike as the light blinked green then speed after the car in front of her.

"Sounds complicated." Dick commented, watching the buildings. One particular one caught his eyes. "Wait, Lacy, turn around. That red building!" He called. The building had been a place where people could buy jail bonds. Now, it stood empty with a "for lease" sign over the front doors. "Something seemed familiar about that building..."

Lacy was quick to react as she managed to sped through a turn signal just as it was flashing red. She came to a somewhat abrupt stop in front of a busy building that was next to 'for lease' one. She parked near the curb of the road and turned to look at Dick. "What's familiar about it?" she asked.

Dick cried out as Lacy stopped the bike. He had to use all of his calf muscles from launching himself forward and breaking his nose against her back. "It's from some files on Senna's parents!" He exclaimed, hoping off the bike and walking towards the building. Obviously, the front door was going to be locked so Dick wandered down the side alley. He looked up at a rusted fire escape. "Time for some classic breaking and entering!" He chirped, glancing at Lacy. "Fun times."

Lacy turned the motorcycle off, tossing the key into her pocket and removed her helmet. She shook her head to let her hair fall around her shoulders. Looking up at the building, she gave an uneasy look. The place looked sketchy even to her. She followed him into the alleyway, snorting at his comment. "More like classic times for me," she said. "I've done many break and enters."

"I've done plenty of breaking and entering!" Dick cried, looking at her with a smirk. "Just not breaking and entering into buildings." He said, his eyes swooping over Lacy before jumped up and grabbing a hold of the fire escape. He pulled himself up a level and began to quickly scale the shaking, metal steps.

Almost all of the windows of the building were broken, Dick just had to choose one to sneak in through. It was the middle of the day, so the sooner he picked one the better. If Dick was remembering correctly, this was the building that Senna's parents broke into the night they were arrested, the night that Senna's biological father was killed by police.

And knowing how Senna thought, this would be where she'd camp out.

Lacy made an astonished face. "Very funny, you tease!" She called after him while shaking her head. When everything was dealt with and settled down, she was going to break that man of hers. She scaled the fire escape after him, being careful not to shake it or make any noise. She felt a little on edge, especially since Senna both had gone rogue and hated her. She didn't want to anger anybody by hurting her; but if it came down to her life and Senna's, she'll rip a limb off.

Dick chuckled to himself. He normally wouldn't say something like that allowed, at least not out in the real world. However, if Senna was here, he needed to fish her out. She would be listening if she was around.

Dick looked into the building through a particularly trashed window. He slowly lifted the window and climbed into the building with out saying a word to Lacy of his intentions. It was as silent as death inside the building. Even the busy several lane traffic outside was numbed. Dick didn't like this. If Senna was here, there was no way they were going to surprise her, but it was worth a shot. He looked at Lacy, not wanting to do this but the building was to big. He raised his hands, singling that they should split up.

Lacy was perched on the windowsill when he signaled that they should split up. She gave an uneasy look, raising an eyebrow at him. She didn't argue, however; she simply nodded then scaled a floor up to cover ground. Fortunately for her, she had the ability to basically walk as if she were on air so she barely made even a floor board creak as she enter the floor's room. The silence was still unsettling, though.

Dick seemed to disappear into the dusty shadows. He moved up the stairs, silently deciding to take the upper levels of the run down building. He checked every room, every windowsill and found no sign of Senna. It was impossible to tell whether that was because Bruce taught her well, or because she actually was never there.

"Come to stop me?" A voice asked. Senna didn't even try to hide from Lacy, she just stood in the middle of the room. She gripped her Talons in her hands, squeezing them so tightly that her bare hands were decorated with a thin ribbon of blood. Her back was facing the reptilian woman, showing a weak spot. Senna was not costumed, she did not have any of her toys besides her twin sai, and her hair was not tied up in the usual pig-tails. There was a strange and dangerous aura in the room, a tension that had no name. The room was dark, only lit by the filthy windows on the wall. "Come to take me away like some caged beast? That's what you should be doing to that slut." She spat, not turning around. Her dark, cold brown eyes gazed out the cracked glass.

Lacy blew out her breath in one long blow. "I am here to stop you," she responded. "I don't have much of a place to say whether or not someone should be locked up, but, I do understand Z's situation." She straightened herself and gestured towards Senna. "You're furious; I get it."
She put her foot in front of her but did not step forward. "Whatever you're planning will not work," Lacy warned, her eyebrows furrowing.

Senna smirked but did not move as Lacy took a step forward. "You don't even know what I'm thinking, you're just guessing. I know Dick doesn't trust me right now, but I will be doing the right thing." Senna got really quiet, but her shoulders were shaking. "Everything was good until you showed up. I know you make Dick happy, but you make everyone else miserable. Basically everything bad that has happened to me in the past couple of years is due to you, and now because of you and Ace, Tim was raped." Senna's voiced wavered. "It's not longer just me you're causing problems for. Don't you understand what you're doing to everyone? Don't you realize what a pain it is to have you around!?" Senna shouted, still facing the window.

Lacy stopped short, her brows furrowing. "Look blame me all you want, but don't bring Ace into it," she hissed. "I've done a lot of bad sh*t, but everything that's happened around you is just a long list of unfortunate circumstances." She could feel herself getting heated up quickly. Deep breathe in, deep breathe out.
"What happened to Tim was horrible, truly horrible, and Z knows that." Lacy was attempting to keep her tone even. "But her situation is out of her control." Then Senna continued on about how she was the cause of everyone's misery. Lacy went silent at this. She kept staring in Senna's direction with no answer to give.

Senna was wearing a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jean shorts. As usual, she wore dark hiking boots and shin-high socks. "Z needs to go." At this, Senna turned and looked at Lacy with very, very dark eyes. There was no light in her once-bright eyes. Her expression was a craized one, as if she was no longer Senna Sacker but an inmate at Arkham. Her cheeks were wet with streams. "You need to go, too." She hissed, raising her right sai. "I'm giving you one chance to leave, for Dick's sake." She raised the sai, the metal caught the light and seemed to glow. "For the last time, get. The f***. Out of my business, Lacy."

Lacy looked up at her. She was no stranger to that look. She had encountered too many times to count. "Dick will have to forgive me on this one," she muttered with a sigh. "But I can't let you hurt Z. You're putting yourself into a situation you have no idea how bad will get." She didn't want to fight Senna; she really didn't. They were both great fighters, but if it came down to it, then she might have to actually hurt the girl. Almost on cue, Lacy's eyes flashed fully green with narrowed slits for pupils.

Senna was having some serious dejavu, because here they were again: Senna was gonna to kick Lacy's ass and all Lacy was worried about was Dick. "Dick isn't the problem here. This is between me and Z and Tim." Senna hissed, spinning her talons and caught them. "Stop sticking your damn nose where it doesn't belong!!" She bellowed as she kicked off the ground and shot at Lacy, jabbing one sai toward's Lacy's face, the other towards her rib cage. Obviously, Senna was going to play nicely this time around.

Dick looked up at the ceiling several levels below the fight, hearing shouts. His eyes widened. "Lacy, Senna!" He cried, turning to the stairs and racing up them.

Lacy caught the blade aimed towards her chest and dodged to the side to avoid the talon flying towards her face. Naturally, catching a blade at such a fast speed caused her hand to be cut badly, but fortunately for Lacy, she had a little trick up her sleeve. Since their last serious fight, she had been working on concentrating the only mutation she was glad to have: poisonous blood. Whatever her blood touched began to melt, dulling the sharp edge of the weapon. Her free arm swung up, catching the back of Senna's neck, to strongly toss her to the ground.