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| Red Birds and Tigresses | |
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| Date of Scene: | 25 December 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Red Robin, Tigra
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- Red Robin has posed:
It's cold on Christmas Eve. he should be home. He can think of places he would rather be, and company he would rather be keeping. But this is one last truck load full of toys and Christmas goodies. It is also a trucks that is part of something Tim Drake helped handle for the Wayne Foundation. So, up here on the rooftops, he is watching the distribution of the toys and food baskets from about ten stories up through his nightvision binoculars.
"I'll be home. I promise. Shortly." He assures someone on the other end of his comlink. "I just want to make sure these folks get their food and toys unmolested. I know it's a small thing." The voice on the other end is kind and gentle, something female simply urging him to be home soon.
It's bitterly cold. Red Robin keeps his hood over his head and breathes through his hand to keep his breath concealed.
- Tigra has posed:
As an Avenger, Tigra is technically a global player. That being said, she doesn't often get over into New Jersey without a really good reason. Rumors of alien weaponry filtering into Gotham certainly qualifies.
Another dead-end location, and it's time to move again. Tigra has been staking out various closed-down buildings in the seedy side of Gotham, knowing that any city's poor sectors are easy entry-points. The cold doesn't really bother her too much, mostly because of her fur, but that doesn't mean she especially enjoys it.
As Red Robin finishes his call he'd catch movement out of the corner of his eye. Someone is running along the rooftop. Very fast. Feline, judging from the tail, but humanoid. Reaching the edge of the rooftop, she -leaps- out over the street to land on another rooftop and continue running.
- Red Robin has posed:
Catwoman? She's not the sort to be shy in the cold, but she is also not a kill joy. Say what you will, but the woman doesn't steal from people who cannot afford to lose a little, as a rule.
Still. No one goes running through the dark this high up, in the cold without reason. There is a crack as he lifts his grapple launcher and fires. He swings into action, cape flowing behind him and his hood falling back. Quietly, with a deft hand, Red Robin turns the electric heater up a couple of notches in his uniform. It's cold as heck with the wing whooshing past. There is a sound as the grapple catches, then to her feline ears, no doubt there is an approaching noise as 170 pounds or so of young man comes hurlting through the air. There is a flash of red and a muted yellow off to one side of her vision that swiftly vanishes in the inky dark.
- Tigra has posed:
Tigra is moving along at a casual pace for her, which would be just outside the speed limit in a school zone. She's running with her next, probable destination in mind when she's distracted by a sound. Pulling up short, clawed toes spread to catch in the rooftop gravel and skid to a stop. The tail is definitely functional, reacting to help her keep balanced. Head cocked, the feline woman listens and peers out into the darkness.
As Tim swings closer he'd get a better look at her as well. A redhead, with long flowing hair. Orange and black stripes, the long tail. And nothing but a black bikini, dispite the cold.
- Red Robin has posed:
Moves like Catwoman wishes she did. Too fast for Catwoman, unless she's hauling ass. But nothing seems to be chasing her. The young man releases the line and finishes the swing unassisted
As he flies through the air, his mask's eyeslats widen. He has a very sloppy landing, sending gravel and snow flying as he slides to a stop about 10 feet away from the woman, if woman she is. He skids on the gravel but finishes upright and ready. "Avenger." He says in his deeper voice that means business. "You are a little outside of your normal range. Shouldn't you have a team party or a stark party to attend?" inwardly he winces.
He actually backpedals."That Came out wrong, Avenger. what can I do to help you? It's late and it's cold."
- Tigra has posed:
With her head cocked, Tigra extends her senses as the wind whips that long, red hair around. She's half-crouched in a ready stance, and it's only when the human lands on the snowy roof close by that she relaxes.
Dark lips pull back into a smile and that long tail swishes. Playful.
"Some people have to work on the Holidays. People like you and like me." She pauses for a moment, taking a couple of lazy, sauntering steps closer. And is she sniffing? "I don't like champagne. You are one of the... Bat-people, aren't you?"
- Red Robin has posed:
His cheeks are rosy purely because of the cold and being out in it. He turns the suit back down though, as he is warm again. It is totally because the Grand United building there is breaking the wind and no other reason.
"There are perks to the position. It's Tigra, right? The new Avenger? You joined after the invasion. We have not met." He offers his right hand. "I'm Red Robin." His handshake, should she accept it is professional, and pretty good grip for a trim guy like himself. "What brings you to one of the lest nice places in Gotham? I am going to guess Alien weapon smuggling? We have a couple of groups operating in the area, but no weapons have moved in the last week. We're waiting for another shipment to come though. Or am I guessing wrong, Tigra?"
The young man keeps up on the roster, apparently.
- Tigra has posed:
She does accept it, her fingers long and claws retracted to more resemble nails. Her grip is also professionally firm, but there's a coiled strength inside her. And confidence. "Right. Tigra." And she IS sniffing, at least until she registers his scent on the windy roof.
Her smile becomes wry at his suggestion, her stance shifting and one hip cocking as the playfulness returns. "Nice to meet you, Red Robin. The file said you guys keep up with everything that goes on in Gotham. I'm glad to see that it wasn't wrong."
"I think we should keep in touch on this one, Red. Weapon shipments in Gotham are your thing, but when it possibly involves Aliens it involves the Avengers." She pauses, folding arms over her chest. "Any objections?"
- Red Robin has posed:
Soap. Old Spice deodorant. A tiny hint of matching aftershave, but given his babyface, he is hardly the sort to grow a full beard. Likely kind patchy and unimpressive.
"Unlikely." is Red Robin's answer. "Your organization is unknown, and honestly suspect due to your support staff." It's vaguely insulting, but there is a reason why his group works."Unless you are going to give me your digits or something to your burner phone, or your email address, it's unlikely. What is it, hottigerbabe@Avengers.org , that is two tees?"
- Tigra has posed:
With her arms folded and tail swishing, Tigra listens with her hip cocked as Red Robin goes on. And the longer he talks the darker her expression becomes. Brows knit, her upper lip even twitches in the beginning of a curl.
The tail swishing stops.
Red Robin is well-trained in martial arts and at the peak of human fitness, but by the time her swing registers he feels the first brush of her fur against his cheek. A professional heavyweight boxer *might* be able to hit that hard. It's probably a good thing that she's using the flat of her hand and pulling the blow. Not to mention keeping those claws sheathed.
Before he has a chance to recover she leaps off the roof into the darkness below, calling out in the wind behind. "Twitter. Two tees and two gees..."
- Red Robin has posed:
Aw crap. He rolls his jaw with the shot, but here in the cold? That hurts. Good thing Christmas dinner is not too hard to chew. Oog, that hurts. He rolls with the shot as best he can. By the time he's recovered, she is already vanishing.
He calls out, "But I don't tweet!"
Rubbing his jaw, Red Robin grunts softly. "She hits like a truck..." His left brow tilts upwards though, and he checks himself for injuries as he shakes his head. Wow.
It never occurs to him that he is being like Batman as he runs to the edge and leaps after her without looking. He activates his cape to let him glide after for a moment to see which way she is going.
- Tigra has posed:
Tigra touches the fire escape exactly twice on the way down and hits the ground running. Unlike her casual, patrol pace along the rooftop the Avenger is sprinting now. By the time Red Robin glides down she's already rounded the first corner without really slowing.
Not even the Batmobile corners like that.
Yeah, she's pretty much gone. Not because Tigra is afraid of a confrontation; she has a pretty good idea how that would end. But this has become a game to her. She just tagged him, after all. Zig-zagging through the back streets at top speed, her progress out of town would be fairly easy to follow.
And in the event that Tim *does* check on Twitter later, he'll find that there most certainly is a user named @hottiggerbabe. Two gees indeed, like the bouncy animated character.