3059/The Devil and the Cat

The Devil and the Cat
Date of Scene:	04 November 2017
Location:	Hell's Kitchen, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Daredevil, Tigra

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Daredevil has posed:
    The streets of Hell's Kitchen at this time of night are quiet, only the distant white noise of traffic is heard and the occasional yowl of a distant tom cat declaring to the world that this alley is his and his alone. It's that time of the evening when most of the people are well asleep, only a handful of people would be up at such a late hour and often those people... are up to no good.
    At first the quiet is broken. Footsteps, hurried, a blur of motion as a quartet of men dash from cover to cover. All of them wearing black and with masks hiding their features, swords across their backs, they are being pursued by yet another masked man though this one wears red. The four rush across the rooftops, slipping around pipes, flipping over chimneys. The valleys between buildings seem like mild distractions in their flight. But it's the man that comes after them that seems to execute each movement with such preternatural grace.
    His footsteps across the gravel roof leave barely a trail and make such little noise. Each time they make a slight misstep he does not and closes the distance just a little more...
    Until as one the four men turn, and then the blades slide free of their scabbards with a resonant /SHING!/ of drawn steel.

Tigra has posed:
    New York is Avengers territory, and that means Tigra has free rein here. While others may shy away from some of the worst neighborhoods, the felinoid has always had more curiosity than sense. And if she winds up in a bad part of town she certainly doesn't seem to mind.
    Tonight her curiosity led Tigra right into Hell's Kitchen. And ooooh, a chase! She is neither hunter nor hunted tonight, but the running is so exciting! Tigra is a skilled tracker and huntress, so rather than pursue she moves to intercept. Anticipating the path of those four men in black.
    They turn to draw swords against the red pursuer, only to hear light footpads on the roof behind them. The feline woman crouches, tail swishing almost playfully as she watches.

Daredevil has posed:
    Perhaps it's the slightest crunch of gravel, or perhaps it's the way her silhouette casts a long shadow over the rooftop, enough to draw the eye of one of the bladesmen. Whatever it is, the reaction is almost instantaneous. One of the men whirls to face her, sword held up and at the ready next to the side of his head, his stance low with legs partially spread. The point of the blade catches the moonlight with a faint gleam, even as the three other ninjas face the man known as the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
    Twin batons whirl from their housing upon his hips, a defensive stance is taken as he turns his head slightly to the side. Red lensed eyelets hide his irises from view even as the drift of a cloud high above slips away from shrouding the moon and casts the tableau in a faint silvery light.
    For a time he stands ready, the swordsman as well. The cat swishes her tail back and forth. It seems so silent, but to Daredevil... he can hear the pounding of their heartbeats, can hear the rush of blood through their veins, scent the nervousness and anxiety that's in the air. But her... she is something else entire, never having sensed anything such as her.
    But then the time for contemplation is done as with a synchronized, "TSEEEI!" The four men rush in unison, blades lashing out. One slashing towards Tigra, the other three striking towards Daredevil.

Tigra has posed:
    The woman with the tail just tilts her head, regarding the armed man curiously. There is no fear in her scent, although her heart pounds with excitement. She is quiet, her stance both relaxed and ready. The twirling batons is another distraction, as is the red costume.
    With Tigra's enhanced senses she has a clear view of the whole fight, and she hears the inrush of breath a moment before the four lash out in unison.
    The assailant in black slashes at her and she turns just enough to dodge the blade. Grasping the wrist of his sword-hand, her grip is firm and unmoving. Her foot is not, however. Pivoting with perfect balance, five clawed toes slash his cheek with the kick. And she's strong enough that the kick puts him completely off his feet.

Daredevil has posed:
    There's a spatter of blood as her kick connects, the impact jolting up her leg and sending him twisting into the air, revolving like a twister that's put down sharply with the heaviness of the impact. The woman may look like a feline, but she hits like a truck, the line of her form deceptive with the strength that's hidden. That graceful movement ends with that swordsman on his face, the blade jolting and jouncing from his grip to skitter across the rooftop and then end in the gutter with a clang.
    Meanwhile, the other three have rushed towards the Man Without Fear, their swords a flurry of slashes that ring out a resonant trill with each impact of the baton. Two dash in, their blades blocked even as Daredevil flips to the side, his body whorling through the air as one boot comes up and connects soundly with the jaw of one of the ninjas, sending him slamming back to stagger towards Tigra almost coincidentally as he fends off the blades of the other two.

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra gives the wrist a half-twist as the sword and assailant go spinning away. He face-plants on the roof and she watches him for a moment to see that he'll stay down. Her tail swishes, claws flexing and unflexing. The trill of swords against batons catches her attention, and she turns just in time for the ninja to stagger almost into her.
    The feline woman turns smoothly towards the staggering ninja and almost casually lashes out at him. Clawed fingers rake his belly to stop the stagger before the blow from her other hand breaks his jaw. He's still going down when she turns towards the other combatants.

Daredevil has posed:
    The fabric parts under the brush of her claws, striking up sparks upon the metal plate underneath as she slashes across the ninja's abdomen, even as he manages to bring his up to try and make the needed parry... only for that fist to crunch sharply against the side of his face, sending that one down heavily to land in a crumpled heap.
    With two of their number down so quickly, however, Tigra draws the attention of the ninjas. A quick flurry of Japanese is spoken from one to the other. In unison the two leap back and then throw twin smoke bombs to the ground, causing a short sharp burst of light and then an explosion of smoke billowing forth from the small devices. It's enough to foul the air, block vision even as the two men turn, sheathing their swords and make to run...
    Only for Daredevil to dive into the expanding clouds. She may be able to sense what passes with her heightened senses, might be able to perceive Daredevil closing the distance with three strides and then /leaping/ into the air. Strong arms grasp one of the ninjas from behind, a forearm snaking across the man's throat and the other bracing against the back of his head. Yet the gymnast uses the man to hold him up as Daredevil twists to the side, scissoring his legs and catching the other fleeing ninja with his ankles, then rolls backwards /sharply/ to take both of them down where he tenses and _tightens_ that twin choke until the two of them pass out silently.

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra's senses are adapted to the night, her vision nearly as good as daylight. Unfortunately, her other senses are sharpened as well. The smoke is enough to foul her delicate sense of smell, the flash enough to make her see spots.
    So while Daredevil dives into the smoke cloud she sneezes. Violently. Then again.
    So the feline woman doesn't even see the man in red take down the the last two ninjas until they go silent and it's all over. She gives a final sneeze and pads over slowly. "I think they've passed out now. Unless you plan to keep going until they stop breathing entirely. But if that's what you want we're going to have problems."

Daredevil has posed:
    The hold is held only as long as it takes to steal their consciousness away, but then Daredevil gains his feet, breathing deeply as he brushes a forearm over the side of his jaw, smearing a small dablet of blood that may or may not be his own. He turns his head slightly towards her, seeming as if he was looking over her shoulder, but then looks back. "No,"
    A few footsteps carry him to each of the fallen, making sure they're secured with zip ties around their wrists and ankles, then pulls a small burner phone from a pocket and touches one of the buttons that causes the LEDs to spring to life. Call placed to the police, he finally has a moment to turn his attention on the feline woman.
    She can't tell but his own senses are reaching out, seeking to get a handle on this being before him. Her heartbeat, her pulse, the subtle sound of her breathing, the scent of her exertion and that thin layer of fur. It all combines to cast her into an image for his mind's eye, one that raises more questions than it answers.
    "Thanks for the assist." He starts to step to the side, away from the fallen. "Would have been much more messy if you hadn't happened along."

Tigra has posed:
    Her tail is swishing again, beating the air silently while she watches him. Silently to everyone but the man in red. Her heartbeat has slowed back to normal, even so quickly after the fight. "You're welcome." she replies softly.
    She steps closer on padded feet, abnormally quiet and quite graceful. Her scent isn't human, at least not completely. "You take care of yourself pretty well." she remarks. "I think it would've ended about the same. I haven't explored all of New York, but I would have remembered you. I'm Tigra."

Daredevil has posed:
    The way he tilts his head, just so as she moves towards him, it's like he's looking away from her but she can perhaps sense that is not the reason entirely. But he listens to that heartbeat, catches the rhythm of her words, tastes no hint of subterfuge nor dissembling in her manner. Red-lenses lift to offer her little sight into the soul of the man, just stern features, unshaven stubble, a grim line of a mouth.
    "I might have been able to handle it." He says as he steps towards her, and then brushes past, turning his shoulders just enough to slip by as he moves towards the edge of the building. Distantly there might be the sound of sirens. But then he turns back towards her.
    "But then I might be nursing some nasty cuts and bruises. So I owe you." The corner of his mouth curves up slightly. "I'm... called Daredevil." He offers his hand towards her.

Tigra has posed:
    She adjusts naturally, so that their bodies -almost- touch as he brushes past. Padded feet follow him, curious now. There's a rush in her pulse, curiosity and perhaps anticipation. He hears her tail swishing, and her lips peel back to show small fangs.
    "Daredevil." she replies. "It suits you." And then she reaches out to take the offered hand. Her fingers are soft and furry, her grip strong. "Where are we going?"

Daredevil has posed:
    As she inserts herself so easily into his plans she can't see the eyebrow behind that mask quirk up, but she can see the slight twist to his lips as he hears her words even as he holds her hand. A single shake is given, the grip firm and strong, though not aggressive. He releases her touch and then turns back to face the side of the rooftop that faces the street, the blue and red lights shining down deep in the chasm between buildings.
    Over his shoulder he murmurs, "I need to track down the safe house these low ranking Hand soldiers were operating out of. Something isn't right, was going to try and get an idea what that something is."
    There's a pause as he lifts his chin and he asks her, "You think you can keep up?" He says as he slides one of those batons from the holster on his thigh, a grapple line firing with a whisper of compressed air.

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra has seen grapple lines before, and she smiles with bright eyes as it hisses out into the night. Her tail swishes playfully, the chase about to begin. "Only if you can't fly." she replies in a lower voice. Her muscles tense and ripple, balance shifting and pulse racing in anticipation.
    She may look like a predator but this is certainly -play- for the cat-girl, make no mistake about it. Claws quietly extend on both fingers and toes, ready to grab onto bricks or concrete as she prepares to leap. "Whenever you're ready."

Daredevil has posed:
    The man in red smirks back at her, his nostrils flaring for a moment as he turns his head and then he gives a single nod. "Then c'mon." And with that said he leaps off the side of the building, letting the grapple line play out for a bit, leaving him in free fall until it draws taut with a /snap/ the line retracting as he slices his legs forwards and _swings_ upwards around the corner of the tall building opposite them, launching himself into the air with an acrobatic ease.
    It's enough height, enough speed, that when the line releases and retracts he's still airborne, hurled through the air...
    Then the rooftop comes up to catch him and he barely leaves a pair of footprints in the gravel as he instantly converts into a run. Dashing across the roof of the apartment building. Ducking under a low hanging pipe. Planting a hand on the small wall that divines one building from another and allowing him to vault over. He is graceful in movement, strong in that lithe athletic form.
    And it's clear he is not holding up for her, though that young woman with the tail... may very well not have any problem at all keeping up with the man.

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra leaps out into the darkness after him, waiting only long enough to see his destination. She gets a few steps of a run before launching herself from one roof to the next. Catching the brick with extended claws a bit below the ledge, she uses her momentum to pull herself up and flip over onto the rooftop. There's a curious mid-air twist and she rights herself with the tail, landing on her feet.
    And already running, even as he is. She's faster, although he does have quite a head-start. She tilts her head to avoid the low pipe and sprints in long, graceful strides. The low wall is cleared like an olympic hurdler, and she gains quickly.
    "You're good, Daredevil." she offers once she's close enough. He'd hear the pounding of her heartbeat, smell the rush of adrenaline and the glistening of sweat.

Daredevil has posed:
    It's nine minutes of motion, nine minutes of them exerting themselves to cross the neighborhood quickly, from one corner to the other that leads them close to midtown, the gleam of Times Square lighting up the night from afar, the traffic having grown a touch heavier despite the time of night. But their rush of movement ends there atop a tall building, one of those recently renovated office buildings that stands partially empty due to the invasion or the rising rents.
    Whatever the reason, this place... this place seems to serve as he stops in the middle of the rooftop and turns his head to the side. It's almost as if he heard something. Something distant as she comes up behind him. He looks to her and gives a slight smile that's there for a moment and offers the words. "You could have overtaken me if you wanted." A truth, perhaps.
    But he holds up a hand and asks her, "Do you hear something?" Yet before she can answer he kneels down, resting splayed fingertips upon the tarpaper of the roof, his senses reaching out... seeking.

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra lacks the advantage of the grapple line, sometimes falling a bit short on the leaps, but she makes up for it on the rooftop sprints. She climbs up the tall building that is their apparent destination, breathing fast and soft from the exertion.
    "Perhaps I was simply enjoying the view." Tigra replies coyly, settling into a lazy crouch beside him. Pausing then, she tilts her head and holds her breath to go quiet. His senses are good, but then again so are hers. She doesn't speak, focusing her senses as well to extend into the darkness.

Daredevil has posed:
    To them it seems that the place is empty. There is no sound of life in the building save for the faint scrabble of vermin but not overly too many, just a few within the walls. There's the shift and flow of water, the faint /whumpf/ of a water heater coming on. There's even the slight creak of the building settling, gently buffeted lightly by the brush of wind upon the walls and windows.
    But as they reach out with their senses, as they listen, both of them crouched there intently there is... the sound of voices. Chanting? Voices in low rumbling harmony at times tinged with a voice that seems to utter brief cries as if to focus their chants.
    He turns his head towards her, her red-cast reflection looking back upon her from those crimson lenses. "I think this is the place. The basement." That said he starts to move towards the stairwell alcove that is on the rooftop, intending to slip inside as he touches a hand to the knob... then opens it with a faint click.

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra tilts her head to listen as well, the cat-woman's nostrils flaring as well. "I don't like it." she replies generically. She'll linger a moment after he moves towards the stairwell alcove, only then uncurling to rise. And when she moves it's on padded feet, the sound well below the normal human hearing threshhold.
    "What are we chasing?" she whispers, knowing that he can hear her. "As fond as I am of surprises, sometimes a girl likes to be a little bit prepared." Her hand is there to catch the door after he opens it, stepping up close enough to literally be following in his footsteps.

Daredevil has posed:
    With the distance of the sound, they can tell that the chanters are all the way down and into the basement. If they were in a rush they could drop down that central spiraling stairwell, all fifteen stories. But for now they can take the time needed to be stealthy. So when he walks, he walks along the outer edge of the stairwell, footsteps silent as he takes a step at a time, his back turned slightly, perhaps to aid sightlines, or perhaps so he can speak easily with her in a hushed tone.
    "There is a clan of Ninja that have been seeking to affect the rebuilding efforts in the city. To take over criminal operations, to move in and fill the gaps." The old building as they move is musty, perhaps a year since it's been inhabited regularly by other human beings. There is but the scent of dust and some animals. But in this proximity to her, she can take in the subtle scent of the man himself. The musk of a man having been exerting himself for long hours during the night is what she can pick up, combined with the hint of leather from his armor, and the tang of blood. Definitely could use a shower.
    But as they continue downwards they might pick up the stronger odour of oil, perhaps gun oil? Or machine oil. Not too much, and then as the chanting continues there's the sudden hint of flame and carbon.

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra moves quietly beside him, although she peeks down over the railing quite often. Curious. She listens to his explanation, tail swishing as padded feet descend with silence more due to instinct than to practice or skill. As they walk her nostrils twitch, ears perking and tail swishing with all senses on alert.
    She smells it, then, the scent of oil. "I smell oil." she hisses softly. "And now flame. Something is burning. The fire is large." Tigra lingers close to him as well, soaking in the man's own smells. It's an olfactory buffet, and like most buffets there are some odors more pleasant than others.

Daredevil has posed:
    The man in the suit presents this image to her, that of the business like and in control vigiante, though not entirely unfriendly. But on some level he is aware of her even as they descend the steps. Small tell tale signs, a turn of his head as they move, a flaring of nostrils. Just enough to draw in the scent of the moment and ostensibly it is to gather the needed intelligence of what passes below. But yes. Aware of her.
    Then they reach the bottom of those stairs, and a normal human being could hear the chanting, for them it is clearly six voices... all in unison with one leader who at times offers sharp guttural inflections that sound like no language they've heard before though may have its roots in Japan.
    Shaking his head slightly he says, "I don't like this." Mirroring her words from before. But then he crouches as he approaches the door that leads to the basement, gloved hand resting upon it as he leans back against the wall. To her he murmurs almost sub-vocally. "Through here, they are... further in. All facing the east." Away from the door.
    He runs fingertips aong the door jam, feeling, sensing, finding nothing untoward that might signal an alarm.
    There's a faint creak and he opens the door, then moves out and into the room...
    Only for the dancing shadows caused by that large flame to come to life. As she can now see it and them all in that room. A single central flame with those six chanters all in black garb with blades across their backs. And in that fire that glows blue and seems to reach upwards to the ceiling yet does not enflame it... there is a figure. A figure wrapped in white that floats there and seems to not feel the touch of the fire either.

Tigra has posed:
    Down the stairs they go, reaching the bottom and that door. She follows quietly, moving with him. Close, and yet not invading his space. He opens the door and she eases into a crouch, claws extending silently. His sensitive ears hear the soft clicking with every padded step she takes, still quiet to human hearing.
    They never discussed how to play this, whether to observe or to start a fight. So in the absence of a plan, Tigra attacks.
    She doesn't make a sound as she leaps, arms extended and claws out. Tigra springs at the closest ninja, intending to take him out quickly if not exactly quietly. And by the time she growls it's far too late.

Daredevil has posed:
    Sounding like a jaguar as it leaps upon its pray, she announces their presence with such ferocity and violence that the the first ninja is taken entirely unawares, collapsing under the weight of the leaping woman before he even knows she's there, and her wild leap has the others on their back feet even as they seem to snap out of the rhythm of the chant slowly.
    The concentration broken the fire goes out almost instantly, flickering first to a crimson and then yellow before it fades entirely, the floating body /thuds/ to the ground heavily and rolls into one of the chanters, while Tigra rears back.
    But then there's a /whir/ in the air as a baton slices across the distance, ricocheting off the heads of two ninjas before it clatters to the floor, only for the man himself who threw it to leap to the attack, a flying kick smashing one of the ninjas into the wall and letting Daredevil hit the ground, snapping into a stance as he spins to the side.

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra cleans the first Ninja completely out of the circle, using him to break the impact of her spring. Claws rake the ninja's midsection. She knows he's armored beneath the black, but the blow is still hard enough to break ribs as he's half-tossed aside to land heavily against a wall. And in that half-turn she rounds on the others, crouched and ready.
    She growls loudly, upper lip curled just like her feline namesake. And yes, there are sharp teeth beneath that upper lip. That's all the pause they get before she rounds on the next closest one. Her fighting style is fast and brutal, although not completely without finesse. She simply lashes out with hard, clawed attacks that favor hands over feet.

Daredevil has posed:
    The first that rounds to face her is in the middle of reaching back to draw his blade, unable to get it free before her claws rend the fabric of his jerkin and slice the weapon free as its strap gives way, even as her following strike connects hard with the side of his jaw, sending him reeling and to the side, clattering atop the fallen figure wrapped in white.
    But the second has enough time to get the blade free and snaps it forwards, shouting a loud, "SEEEIEI!" as he charges towards her, front foot /stamping/ upon the ground as he executes a clean strike that aims to split her in twain while her partner faces the other ninjas.
    One of them has forgone the weapon to close the distance with Daredevil, their hands lashing out in a blurring rhythm of block, block, shift, block, grasp and then every few seconds there's a /whumpf/ as the Man Without Fear lands a blow, then another. Until finally he is able to cause the other to reel back on his heels and sets up the haymaker that takes him down heavily.
    For a moment they can spin to the side and go back to back as they face their final opponents and she'll hear him say over his shoulder. "You're a scary lady."

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra dispatches the second, the loud cry and stamping foot of the third catching her attention. She hisses loudly, upper lip curled in a feral expression. Stiffening and turning, the slash is dodged and Tigra lashes out in clawed response. The sword clatters against a wall with its bearer following shortly afterward. There's a wet <thud> and then he goes quiet.
    "I AM TIGRA!!!" she roars, the lust of battle and the thrill of adrenaline causing every hair to bristle, from twitching nose to the tip of her tail. Standing back to back he can practically feel the coiled energy within her.
    Her last opponent doesn't get the chance to attack before she springs at him. Perhaps he's learned from watching her or maybe he's just a bit more cautious than the others, but he waits for her to spring. Dodging aside, he's almost quick enough. Almost. But her arms are long and she's still a lot faster than his mortal reflexes.
    Catching his side with a glancing blow causes the ninja to twist off balance. Landing on her hands, Tigra finds her feet and immediately springs again. The ninja is still recovering when she hits him like a truck.

Daredevil has posed:
    There's the ring of metal striking metal as Daredevil brings his own baton up and catches the guard of the blade the ninja slashes at him, pushing back then sweeping the man's legs out from under him with one smooth sliding kick that robs the man entirely of his balance. The ninja hits the ground heavily only for the acrobat to land on the other man's chest, then presses his knee into the ninja's neck, features tight and controlled as he holds that posture until the man is out.
    When they both get back to their feet, he's breathing deeply, not hard... but controlled as if keeping himself ready should another threat arise. He turns his head, as if looking across the way towards the tiger woman even as she stands over the crumpled form of that last ninja. For a moment his nostrils flare, his senses reaching out as he lets this moment sink in. The he gives her a nod.
    But anything he might say is cut off as those fallen ninjas begin to hiss faintly, their bodies starting to glow as if they were faint embers as those robes slowly flatten as the bodies within decompose and dissipate into black smoke within a matter of seconds... including the one in the white wrapping.
    He says to her sidelong as he steps across the way, frowning. "This sometimes happens. To prevent their capture."

Tigra has posed:
    Tigra rises from the unconscious ninja and quickly rounds on the room, nostrils quivering and senses alive for signs of continued conflict. Crouching. Claws out. She hisses slowly. The woman begins to relax, and then the ninjas suddenly glow and decompose into black smoke.
    She hops away from the bodies, moving in a couple of quick little dance-like steps as if trying to avoid stepping on snakes. And she ends up close to the Man in Red, nostrils twitching as she hisses at their downed foes. "The smell is... bad." she declares.
    Turning towards Daredevil, then, she retracts her claws and pokes his chest with a fingertip. "Worse even than you. You should bathe." Of course she's also worked up a sweat, but that's another matter entirely.

Daredevil has posed:
    Daredevil had stepped towards the fallen white robed ninja that had been the focus of their dark magicks, touching the discarded garment with the toe of his boot and frowning to himself. But then she advances on him and pokes him in the chest, so he lifts his chin, lenses giving her reflection back to her as he smirks back at her.
    "Been a long day." Then he amends, "Night too." He frowns and extends a hand slightly to the side, reaching towards the wall that they had been seemingly facing, running his leather-clad fingertips over its surface but unable to find anything that stands out.
    Back to her he says, "I'll take a shower when I head for home. You should too, I imagine ninja smoke clings to fur." His lip twists then he steps towards her, giving a small nod. "Thanks. For the help."

Tigra has posed:
    She wrinkles her nose at his reply, and her own expression becomes playful again. Her adrenaline is up, and he can probably sense the shift in her own scent as well. The time for being serious is over, at least for the moment.
    Tigra notices his fingers moving over the wall and she knits her brows again. "You're still seeking something here." Her tail swishes rhythmically behind her, beating the air softly. It's more an observation than a question.
    "You should visit the Avengers sometime, Daredevil. We could help you and you could help us. We have strength together. And many showers."

Daredevil has posed:
    A small chuckle slips from him and he turns his head in her direction. For a moment some wry rejoinder clearly plays at his lips, a brief moment of insight. But then he shakes his head and looks away, though still smiling as he extends a hand towards her, "I may take you up on it." He'll wait to see if she'll accept his hand, and if she does so he'll give it a firm squeeze in thanks even as he murmurs, "Though I was thinking maybe something along the lines of coffee. Some time."
    After offering that alternative he steps past her, turning his shoulders just enough so that they might brush shoulders slightly, even as he moves towards the steps that lead out of that basement, one foot upon the lowest step. He stops to turn back to her and smiles, "I could call you, but I figure if you're an Avenger though, you could look me up yourself."

Tigra has posed:
    She'll accept his hand, her own grip firm without being crushing. And definitely furry. "You call the mansion when you're ready." Tigra replies. "Some people like to keep their masks on, and I respect that. Some of us have no choice, after all." The gesture downward would guide his gaze along the striped fur and the small bikini maintaining decency.
    Tigra doesn't follow him, at least not immediately. Professional courtesy means she gives him the opportunity to slip away into the darkness, where at least she'd have to track him to find him again. And professional courtesy further means that she won't. "Don't be a stranger, Daredevil."