27/A Rooftop Meeting

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A Rooftop Meeting
Date of Scene: 10 April 2017
Location: Gotham City
Synopsis: Red Hood and Black Cat meet leading to an invitation to join the Outlaws
Cast of Characters: Red Hood, Black Cat




Red Hood has posed:
    It is late into the evening in Old Gotham when a drug dealer falls six stories from an office building in Old Gotham.

    Okay, to be entirely honest he falls two stories before the rope snaps straight and breaks his leg. He dangles there, struggling. Tape around his mouth and ankles keeps him from crying out, and he dangles far above the quiet city street. On the rooftop above, a certain red helmeted miscreant peers down at him.

    "You know, if I'd caught your boys sellinf drugs across the street from a school a year ago I wouldn't have used a rope. It would have been a long drop, buddy!" He calls down to him, and his voice is altered slightly and expanded by the helmet, making him audible to the barely conscious man. "I see the Blue Dragons on 114th Street again and I drop you and your boys into the new cement down the block. You know how easy it is to make bodies vanish into a construction site?

    Meanwhile, this same office building happens to be a diamond exchange. That fact is completely lost on Jason, as it happens to be a convenient perch to torment some drug peddling scum. But that information might interest another, perhaps...

Black Cat has posed:
Normally, the Black Cat doesn't operate in Gotham. She sticks to Manhattan and leaves Gotham to it's own resident female feline-themed burglar. However, this diamond exchange job isn't exactly run-of-the-mill. It's an insurance scam, and the client felt that calling in out of the area talent would reduce the suspicion placed upon them. And so, Felicia is just starting to break into the exchange via a window, when a screaming body drops past her. 'Okay..." she thinks. 'That's not something I see every day....' Her curiousity aroused, the Black Cat uses the line guns in her gloves to quickly reach the roof of the building. Breaking in and taking the requested goods can take a back-seat for now...

Red Hood has posed:
Black fatigues with dark red kneepads, and armored boots, along with a black armored shirt with a red, dripping bad symbol on the chest under a brown jacket, and a utility belt and multiple gun and knife holsters. The infamous red mask/helmet finishes the look. He strikes quite the image.

The man turns slowly when the stunning Black Cat comes into view on the rooftop, and he cocks his head to the side.

"Huh. Well, you aren't Catwoman. Honestly, I dig your outfit more."

Black Cat has posed:
"And you..." Black Cat points briefly to the heavily armed vigilante. "Definately aren't who I usually find on rooftops." She sighs and shrugs. "Gotham...don't know how she manages here..." Casually, with a natural sway to her hips and torso, Black Cat moves closer to the vigilante, then glances over the edge. "So...what's with the catch of the day down there?" She glances Red Hood up and down for a moment. "And are you in a contest with the Punisher to see who can strap the most artillery to their body?"

Red Hood has posed:
He laughs softly and shakes his head, before glancing over the edge at the dangling man. "Caught him dealing drugs to middle-schoolers. Broke the legs and hands of most of his crew, and figured this one needed a special lession. He's the one who had the bright idea of taking over that corner. Runnin' 'em out of Gotham. Well...not that they can run, anymore."

The man turns his attention back to her and reaches up, hitting a hidden switch on the back of the helmet. There is an audible HISS as the stored oxygen lets out and he slides it off. Handsome, with a day or two worth of dark stubble, shaffy black hair, piercing blue eyes and a red domino mask. He attaches the helmet to his waist.

"I'm Red Hood."

Black Cat has posed:
There's a quiet purr of approval from Black Cat as Red Hood reveals his face. "Black Cat," she says by way of introduction. "Normally of Manhattan, but tonight's a special exception." A feline smile slowly spread across her lips. "Lucky you." Her eyes roam up and down Red hood's body again. "Drug dealer, huh?" She returns her focus to the man dangling on the other end of the line, leaning over the edge of the roof. "Hey down there..." she calls out. "So...do you want to do like the nice man says and get the Hell out of Gotham?" Cat opens up one of her fists, the sound of metal sliding against metal echoing out as she pops the claws in her glove. "Or should we just cut to the chase here?"

Red Hood has posed:
    "Ah, Christ. For F**k's sake...there are two of ya's?!," the dangling man with the now broken leg calls up. "Fine! I'm out! I heard what the Red Hood does to folks who don't listen! I'll move to Bludhaven or somethin'! Cross my heart!"

Jason smirks a bit, his gaze dipping over the Black Cat as she works, and he nods his head. "Mn. Nice. Alright, then! I'm gonna drag you up!" Jason crouches by the side of the building and graps the rope...and swings it. The man slams into the wall of the building and is knocked out. Jason then whistles to himself casually as he hits a button on the grappling device, and the dealer slowly begins to rise.

"Nice claws. Nice everything, really. You got a name? Codename works if that is how you roll. Sad you hear you don't work around here. I could see the two of us being good friends." He grins lopsidedly. Mischeviously.

Black Cat has posed:
Black Cat shrugs at the mention of not working in Gotham more. "Gotham has it's own kitty here. I respect the territory. Otherwise, things get messy, and that's not good for business. Like I said, tonight's the odd one-off job; it happens." Once the drug dealer is up and hauled over the side, Black Cat gets a wicked look on her face and suddenly rakes her claws across the unconcious man's cheek. "Easier to identify him if he thinks Manhattan's going to be safe," she says matter-of-factly. "And speaking of which, you could always cross over to Manhattan. From what I hear, the Bat doesn't like folks with guns. You'd probably be able to at least work with the Punisher. The two of you seem to have similar philosophies on crime fighting."

Red Hood has posed:
"The Bat and I go way back," he grunts. "Him and I have a bit of an understanding." He then shakes his head at the mention of the Punisher. He does not seem bothered by the beautiful Cat scarring the unconcious man...nor does he seem in a rush to wake the man up or anything. Instead he crouches and undoes the rope on his ankle, and pulls it back into the grappel gun, before attaching it to his belt. The jacket falls open, and the red bat symbol on his chest becomes apparent again.

"Punisher is just another crazy killer. I'll cripple a crook for life but...I don't kill. That much. Not anymore." He rises to his feet and glances over at her, considering. "So, what're you doing here, hmm?"

Black Cat has posed:
Now that Red hood is commencing with the small talk, Black Cat stretches out on a warm ventilation shaft and stretches out. "Oh, you know. The usual. A little sightseeing. A little vigilante justice..." Cat stretches her arms out over her head, smiling at Red Hood. "A little multi-million dollar insurance fraud. Nothing you need to be concerned about, right?"

Red Hood has posed:
He rises fully to his feet and makes his way over, standing over the feline felon. His gaze dips rather openly over her as she lounges like that. "Well, I can respect that. Vigilante justice is kind of my brand." The man smirks and brushes his fingers back through his hair. "Y'know...theres a small group of us. A wannabe team who are exactly that. We're just getting going. We're no Justice League...not that we'd ever want to be. We break a few more bones and tend to take the wallets of the folks we curbstomp, for instance."

He offers that lopsided grin of his. "Membership is certainly open."

Black Cat has posed:
"A team after my own heart," Black Cat purrs. She muses around with the idea for a bit. "Playing the not-so-good girl would break up the monotony of stealing from mobsters and corrupt politicians my life has become." With fluid grace, Black Cat moves to a sitting postion. "Alright, Red. You've got my interest here. Where's the clubhouse? Newsletter. Etcetera."

Red Hood has posed:
He laughs and glances back at the unconcious thug. "Just down the block, actually. We're going to be using an abandoned subway station under an abandoned church. The station is still...cluttered. Worn. We need to clean it out and furnish it. I can supply some armory and computers and some other shit, but...can't do it alone."

Red Hood turns back to her and smirks. "Also, it might be just you and I so far. However, I have a few folks I'm eyeing for membership. So, while it was the royal 'we' before...not it really is."

He shifts his weight from one boot to the other. "We're going to go by the Outlaws. Cool name, right?"

Black Cat has posed:
At the proposed name of the group, and Red Hood's opinion about it being 'cool', Black Cat arches an eyebrow. She opens her mouth, but before she says anything, there's a sound of distant sirens approaching. "I'll think about it," she says after tumbling off the ventilation shaft onto the roof. "Right now, though, it looks like I'm really on the clock. Maybe...5 minutes to get in, get the goods, and get out before the police get up here." There's a kind of...arousal on her face as she calculates the time remaining. "I'll get back to you, Hoodie..." she says before running towards the edge, leaping off the roof, then shooting a grappling line to secure herself to the building to return to her original objective. Clock's ticking...

Red Hood has posed:
He chuckles softly and nods, stepping out of her way she can move off to do the deed. "I'll see you then." He gives the KO'd thug a firm kick to the crotchular region before stepping over him. He takes his helmet from his belt and fastens it on again. He then sprints to the edge of the roof and leaps, firing off a grappling line and swinging off into the night.