14585/Flying Devils

Flying Devils
Date of Scene:	27 October 2022
Location:	Sherwood Florist, Pennytown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Canary, Daredevil, Nightwing

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Black Canary has posed:
She doesn't really trust the teleporter, but Dinah doesn't have much choice. She's got business in NYC today and ... well ... driving from west coast Canada to east coast United States isn't going to happen.

Brainiac can grumble all he likes.

The morning sees a motorcycle and its iconic rider showing up in the middle of an empty lot. The only witness is a security camera that catches a dot in the distance popping up and then moving off.

*Hey, Dick, I'm in NYC. Wanna patrol this evening?*

Text sent, Canary does her business for the day and then decides, as the sun begins to set, that she'll do some rooftop work in NYC for old time's sake, picking Hell's Kitchen as a good place to get a workout.

Thus it is that she's running over rooftops, leaping between buildings, and occasionally using the grapnel gun she's acquired from Oracle to make the longer leaps or higher rises. She keeps her eyes and ears tuned for trouble, waiting for Nightwing's response.

Daredevil has posed:
New York City was but a playground for Daredevil. He used the rooftops, the stoops, the open air stairwells, even the odd maintenance platform, or scaffolding. He may have been mostly human, but between his training, and his superior senses, he was able to keep up with the likes of Spider-Man and other similarly able acrobats.

Decked out in red, dark red, and lots of it. Everything was red. Everything that is, except for his mouth and part of his cheeks. It was the only skin visible. While he bore few discernible markings, no Made in USA, Made in China, or Made anywhere sticking out, no brand names, nothing, but the large double D shape, offset and laid over each other, and of course, the horns. While not a name, it certainly helped fit the image of Daredevil.

He was on patrol, taking a moment to catch his breath, even he needed to breathe, and to take in the night. He focused, listening, smelling, and otherwise sensing what was afoot.

Nightwing has posed:
*VROOOOOOOM!*

Nightwing was riding the Nightcycle through New York's streets. He wore his black armored suit, with the blue decal on his chest. Domino mask with white film over his eyes. Gloved hands push the engine hard. Once he got that communication from Black Canary? Dick responded quickly.

*I'm down. See you in a minute.*

He increases the acceleration, and when he's nearby, Dinah will find Nightwing waiting for her when she makes it to the most recent building. "Hey there champ." He looks at the new toy she has. "Well, it's about time you got one of those things."

He grins, though he looks out into the darkness. "Think we'll find anything exciting?"

Black Canary has posed:
"I got tired of climbing. It's a great workout, but doesn't really help for covering distance." Dinah punches Dick in the shoulder. "Goofball. I've had it for ages. I just don't do this kind of patrolling often any longer. I've got staff that finds trouble so I can go straight at it!"

She looks around where they are and frowns at the visible signs of decay. At the death of the American Dream, painted in flaked paint, rotting wood, crumbling brick, and garish spray paint in lurid tags.

"Hell's Kitchen. Good name for it," she decides. "If there's going to be anywhere suited to our talents, this is the place to be. How should we do this? One up, one down? Two up? Two down?"

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil could sense a motorcycle approaching. As he listened, he could make out how much gas it had in the tank, the weight of it and the rider, its speed, direction, so much was 'visible' to a man with senses like his. He couldn't make out the manufacturer or type, mostly because he wasn't familiar with them.

He decided to follow, travelling across the rooftops, trailing, using techniques that were unheard of to most. He could follow scents, heartbeats, cologne that might have been sprayed in a face at a big box retailer three days ago, even what someone had for lunch. It was a wonder he didn't go mad at the sensory overload. Though as he did, he noted a newcomer. Except this one he knew of. She was the cosplayer who wasn't really a cosplayer. Interesting.

Nightwing has posed:
*THUD*

"Ow."

Dinah may be smaller than him, but she could punch surprisingly hard! He lifts his arm to rub at his shoulder with a little bit of a smirk. "That's /Mr./ Goofball." He grins at her. "Climbing is good for stress-relief, you know." Dick comments to her before he bumps her with his shoulder in return. He looks around, humming.

"You said it. Maybe a little /too/ aptly named. I think the Devil was actually /in/ Hell's kitchen at some point or another. Heck if I know. Things are just weird." He grins. "Let's try one up and one down. Don't get upset if we find a crime and I beat you too it."

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah staggers melodramatically when bumped in return, turning it into a farce as she pretends to bang her head into a fire escape, then spins and fake-falls face-first into a brick wall.

"Ow!" she says, rubbing at her head and grinning. "What was that for!?"

She puts on her game face then and looks up. "Right. One up, one down. Since you've got the bike here and I've got the grapnel, I'll do up. And if you don't leave me some scraps I'm going to get very upset. I might even shout at you."

She gives Dick a level stare. Let him remember what her shouting is like...

"So, comm check." She taps the jewel in her right earring. <<*Check one two check one two. "

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil did not know Black Canary. He may have heard the name, but there were so many superheroes and villains, plus multiple people with the same name. He had heard that Captain Marvel for example was both a woman and a man. Were they successors, or just randomly chose the same name? Perhaps he would look into superhero and villain name trademarks. It was a growing part of the law.

He dismissed that thought just as quickly, as it might help law enforcement somewhat, it would do little in the way of real good. There were far more important things to direct his attention. Damn, they were splitting up? Which one to follow?

Nightwing has posed:
When Dinah stumbles around like this was some kind of Vaudeville play, with Dick actually starting to laugh. "Come on, drama-queen." He looks at her a long moment, as if tempted to do something even crazier, before she lays out the game plan. "Guess that makes me down." He grins at her. "I don't think you've ever actually shouted at me. Should be fun!"

With a wink towards her, he'll backflip off of the building and descend towards his bike.

Whether he was aware of Daredevil's presence or not was unconfirmed, but considering that loud engine was going, it's highly unlkely Dick knows anybody is there 'cept him and Dinah.

Black Canary has posed:
The grapnel gun goes off and tugs Dinah up to the roof of the building in a single, swift, pull and a deft flip at the end to roll onto the roof. Where most people would then pause and get their bearing, Canary instead rolls up to her feet, hooking the gun to the belt around her waist and running straight up, doing highly creditable parkour over, under, and around the usual rooftop obstacles before leaping across to the building across the street, rooftop a storey below.

She runs across that rooftop and is ready to jump to the next when she spots him.

Now to be fair, there could be any number of reasons for someone to be poised outside a window from the fire escape. They could have forgotten their keys. They could be sneaking in and trying not to get caught by their spouse. But most such semi-legit situations don't involve someone with a bag over their shoulder, empty as it may be for now. Nor do they involve a full balaclava. Nor do they involve glass cutters and putty.

"Got a candidate breaking in. Fourth floor, building on 17th, estimating third entrance." Canary stops and watches. "Letting him get in so there's no doubt. Suggest you get in the front door and be ready at the apartment. South side of stairwell."

Canary crouches at the lip of the roof, gauging the jump she'd need to get across and charting the route that gets her there with minimal noise.

Daredevil has posed:
He following after her, since she took the high road. Even though he may not be able to see, he knew and appreciated a good vantage point. Being above made it so much easier to observe those below, and harder for those below to note the observation. But she was fast, faster than he had anticipated. He was able to catch up, but may have made some noise doing so.

He sensed the man himself too, though he broke off his pursuit, going another way. He found an open window on the other side of the building, which he knew to be vacant at the moment, unless they could hide their heartbeat from him.

Nightwing has posed:
*VROOOOOOOM!*

Nightwing blasts off on the Nightcycle. He keeps his eyes peeled. The mask attached to radio signals, letting Dick hear police calls. Though strangely, Dinah beats that call by a mile and a half, nforming him that there's a break in on 17th. "On it, I'll meet you there." and he pulls his bke into a drift before he turns it off. Stealth is key here, and that engine will be distracting.

It takes a few moments, but he positions himself at the door, following the south side of the stairwell. He's ready to enter.

Black Canary has posed:
It's almost a pity how predictable sneak thieves were. Well, I guess, if you've got a schtick that works, why change it?

Because someone like Black Canary might be watching you and waiting to catch you in the act, that's why.

The cut is made. The putty pulls the circular cutting out, and the burglar-wannabe becomes a burglar as he reaches inside and unlocks the window, letting him open it to slip inside.

Canary stiffens and gets ready to make her move when...

What was that noise?

Her brain catches up with her as it replays the sights and sounds of the city around her while she waited and the anomaly was spotted. She quickly turns her head, looking for the source of it, failing to find it.

"Hold on a sec. We may have company. He's in, but he ... may have an accomplice up here on the roof with me" Canary's voice sounds dubious. It's a stretch. But she's remained alive as long as she has by being suspicious of things. "If you hear noise go in hard. But hold off otherwise. Things may be more complicated than they seem."

Her eyes strain in the gloom to try to find the source of that noise that followed her.

Night vision goggles. The ones she left on her bike. Those would have come in handy right about now...

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil used his Billy club, which had a grappling hook feature. It really was a remarkable feat of engineering, able to serve as his walking cane, his Billy clubs, a grappling hook, a staff, and half a dozen other things, when given the need. Plus, it wasn't just able to be used that way, it could stand up to rigorous testing.

Entering through a window on an adjacent side of the building, since it was a corner apartment, he gave some slack, pressed a button, and then a tug. An electrical current went through the grappling line, closing the hook portion, and winding it back in, so that he could enter through the window, pushing the partially open window enough. Thankfully they didn't have screens.

He liked the element of surprise. Lights off inside, he moved, hugging the walls, ready to pounce on the criminal once he entered... Or perhaps he would be the one being pounced?