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Felicia Hardy	Guess who's back? Back again? Black Cat's back, tell a -- Okay, so Felicia wasn't gone from the city that long -- a day at most, and now that she's returned, she's...not much more rested or relaxed from her brief time spent at her beach home. Rather, the blonde cat-burglar has excessive amounts of peevish energy to burn off. What better way to do this that to take a night out on the town and do precisely as she pleases, when she pleases? As such, she's made her way via grappling wires and parkouring across the rooftops until she reached the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Here, there's wealth. Here, there are museums -- and where there are museums? There are lovely, expensive, shiny things. Felicia is currently crouched in the shadow of a rooftop awning across from one of these museums and is eyeing the rotation of the security guards. They're tight-knit, and she's already spotted the security cameras, and these aspects only serve to make her grumpy. "I have to do more research, I think," murmurs the woman to herself. Her loose blonde hair lifts in the warm summer's night air and settles again around her shoulders; it too teases the white fur lining of her vee-necked black leather cat-suit, complimentary at wrists and boots...to boot. Her domino mask outlines jade-green eyes that narrow in outright annoyance at the museum. Grr.
Selina Kyle	When one is trying to behave closer to home, one must occasionally seek enjoyment elsewhere. For Catwoman, that means venturing out of the not so friendly confines of Gotham City and into other places. Bludhaven. New York City. Metropolis may be on the list, but...no. Not yet. Dressed for success, a shadowy figure cuts through the night along the rooftops, unaware that she isn't the only one with things like this in mind this particular evening. Costumes aren't terribly different, similar concepts with personal touches that vary, but the methods of traversal do mix up a bit. One has her whip, the other her wires. One also moves with a bit more grace than the other. Why? Because even though buildings are buildings, Catwoman has made her way around the ones in Gotham City so much that they're like second nature to her. In a different city, spacing is a little unfamiliar. Verticality between one and the other is not quite the same. It takes an extra second or two worth of time to pause and make certain the next climb or leap will be made with sure footing and hand-holds. Upper East Side it is, pure happenstance leading to Gotham's famed catburglar stopping atop a building overlooking the same museum Black Cat's eyeing, just from a different direction one over. "Hmmm."
Felicia Hardy	Felicia scoffs to herself as she watches the guards meet at their previously-observed location, swap information with what appears to be genuine interest (rather than paid boredom), and then continue on their way. Alongside this, the nice weather has far too many pedestrians out and about as well as lingering within the building to warrant a proper heist. "Ugh. I'll have to come back later." A huff of a sigh and she slinks in the shadows of the awning to reach the building's corner. "Looks like it's the dentist's apartment one street over. I know his wife must have a ring or two..." By the wrinkle of the Cat's nose, it's small fare, but it'll be a sop to her wounded pride nonetheless. The thin glitter of her grappling line flung from her wrist mounts on a nearby taller building and off she swings in a visible blur of black suit and white-blonde hair, arcing down along the thoroughfare feet-first, readying herself to release and indulge in some easy floating arcs through the air -- not too unlike a certain web-crawling superhero.
Selina Kyle	"Mmm. Definitely not like most of Gotham's guards," Catwoman muses to herself, seeing the same thing Black Cat is. Unlike the other thief, she did not come here with a backup plan, another place to knock off after studying. It was more a case of looking for an opportunity, a callback to the days when she acted more on impulse, less with a set plan in place. It was...riskier. Thoughts about how to proceed - continue with the museum or go off somewhere else - are interrupted by a good view of someone in motion, making her way along through the air with a swing or two. "Interesting," she says with a hint of a smile. "And shiny." To an extent, anyway. Curious, she moves into pursuit mode, though she doesn't have the gift of those wires to carry her along. It's got to be a slower climb for her, except for anything she can curl her whip around.
Felicia Hardy	The wind whistling past Felicia is always a thrill and at this air temperature, it's soft on bared skin. She's grinning by the time she whips around the next corner of the block and holds onto the grappling wire until the very last possible angle for a spectacular fling into free airspace. A single lazy backwards sommersault and then she lands on the graveled roof of the apartment building. Three short skidmarks show where her feet and one hand landed and Felicia straightens, dusting her white gloves off daintily. "Alright, Dr. O'Conner...let's see if you left your windows cracked..." the young woman murmurs as she walks to the edge of the building and peers down. On the side with the maintenance alley, no one's lurking and the brick wall of the opposite building has no windows. After attaching the grappling line to the roof's ledge, Felicia lowers herself slowly down by unspoooling line at her wrist until she hangs directly before the window in question. She winks at her own reflection and takes a moment to fix a length of hair before reaching out with her glove-claws. A simple circle is all that's needed to then pull free the piece of glass and reach in to open the window's latch.
Selina Kyle	Catwoman caught sight enough to see where Black Cat was headed, but there isn't enough time to reach the same building before she's cutting her way inside. The best Catwoman can do is reach the roof by the time the woman's disappeared inside. Deciding she can be a patient one, she takes up a spot close to the grappling line, since it reveals where the other woman descended from. Won't it be a surprise when she climbs back out and up? With the time afforded her, she inspects the claws tipping each finger of her gloves. Whistling is out. It'd give her away.
Felicia Hardy	Once within the abode, Felicia slinks about quickly and quietly. The bedroom isn't difficult to find and she saunters into it, twirling about with her arms out as if to silently claim it as her own: neener-neener. The jewelry boxes are also easy enough to find, though they contain little more than faux-gems -- they are period Art-Deco, but not... Ooh, the safe. It's a laughable little thing, especially in light of Felicia's claws, and the door comes free whether it likes it or not. "There you are," she breathes with a grin. A very, VERY nice diamond necklace is slipped away into her...suit. The other items, while valuable, sum up to the diamond necklace //alone//. Content, the Cat closes the safe door and minces back the way she came. There's no putting the circle of glass back in, so she leaves it beside the window as as reminder to have better security, Dr. O'Connor, GEEZ. Up the line she goes and... ...immediately flings herself backwards off the ledge of the building. A backwards flip to land on the opposing rooftop and Felicia immediately crouches, eyes gone wide. "What the hell?!" she hisses, both hands spread out with claws towards Catwoman.
Selina Kyle	Catwoman can wait like this because, first of all, she has nowhere else she needs to be right now. Second, any good burglar will be in and out of a place within minutes, not risking any time wasted. The longer someone stays inside, the greater the chance of being caught, with or without anyone home. As the tension on the line is noted, she readies herself. She's already seen the woman but the same does not seem to be true for Black Cat, especially with the reaction what it is. Not just a surprised look, but an actual flip across to the adjacent rooftop? A mirthful expression takes shape over the Feline Fatale's face, though the eyes are partly obscured by the goggles she wears. The smile is clear as a slow clap follows. "Oh, well done on the improvisation. I'll give that about an 8.4. Can't trust those Russian judges, you know." 'The hell' is not explained, but Black Cat is staring across at someone who could pass for a close relative.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia blinks at the woman across the alley's distance from her. She remains crouched, but the threatening curl of her clawed gloves is relaxed. Instead, she places one palm on the rooftop beside one dipped knee. The other ends up resting on her opposite thigh as she sits up straight, not ashamed to glare. "I can't think of many Russians I trust," she agrees cautiously. A quick mental check finds the diamond necklace still tucked away into the vee of her suit, its metal warming to her skin. "And thanks...whoever you are." Her eyes scan quickly over the woman's body, noting the suit and the overall theme of things. "I don't think you're going to turn me in...are you?"
Selina Kyle	Catwoman brings the applause to a close, a hand settling at her side adjacent to the whip. They're sizing each other up, a speculative look on the face of the Gothamite. "No, most of them aren't worth risking your life over," she replies, and she casually steps away from the ledge to give more room for Black Cat to approach, should she decide she's feeling bold enough to cross back over. "I go by Catwoman, and why would I turn you in? Clearly you got locked out of your own place and needed to get back in somehow," she explains, offering a convenient excuse no cop would ever believe unless they were on the take. "So, did you get anything good? Do you know them?" she wonders, curiosity bubbling to the surface.
Felicia Hardy	Catwoman likely won't miss the way the blonde across the way straightens slightly more in her crouch. Apparently, reputation and names do carry weight and the other cat-burglar has enough to one to have garnered the hearsay through New York City. "Of course I got something good." Felicia smirks to herself with a spread of fingers off her thigh. "I don't know them from Adam, but the dentist who lives there is wealthy enough. There were some other rings, but they weren't worth as much as what I grabbed. It was an easy heist." Sure, she's bragging...a little. The cat-suited blonde then slowly rises to her feet, still apparently uneasy enough to remain on her rooftop rather than traverse the gap to the other for now. "I go by Black Cat -- and you're right, I //did// get locked out. It was a shame too. I had to break in and everything." Her shoulders rise and fall in a lazy shrug; her confidence is returning to her slowly now.
Selina Kyle	"How terrible, but I suppose even the best thieves sometimes have to resort to what amounts to pocket change," Catwoman tsks, offering a touch of sarcasm as if to say a few rings or other types of jewelry just aren't her usual fare. "You were quiet enough," she allows, a hint of observational praise. Her pace around the dentist's rooftop is slow, languid, deliberate, and she knows it. No hair can be seen in comparison to Black Cat, thanks to the fit of her cowl, her voice intentionally ramped up to a sexy, provacative level that borders on a purr. She's playing to the appearance, an added way to detract from giving any details away about who she really is. She adds, "I thought I'd explore some newer places and see if I found anything interesting. I'd say I have so far. Are you coming back over for your line, or should I send it your way?"
Felicia Hardy	"Hmm..." The tapping of her fingernail at her lip is purely show on Felicia's part. "I suppose I could take it back. Waste not and all. Or is it reuse and recycle?" The musing is rhetorical. She crouches and then leaps across the way, her hands automatically curled into claws again in long habit rather than overt threat. She lands soundlessly and slowly straightens again, eyeing the Catwoman with visible caution yet. Without looking away from her, Felicia stoops to pick at the grappling line's anchoring until it releases and then plucks it as if she might a loose string from an old sweater. The length of strong-tensile steel line is wound up and hung from the thin leather accessory belt at her waist. "There. I'm not littering anymore," she mutters and then takes up a cross-armed stance. "So...you're a thief too, I'd guess...right?" She's looking to confirm hearsay at this point.
Selina Kyle	And this the part where Catwoman...stands by and does nothing. In fact, she gives Black Cat a little more room to operate, just because she's seen a fairly skittish kitty across the way so far. "Ah, something like that. Best not to leave traces of yourself that can be tracked back to you, though." Catburglary 101, kids. She looks the woman up and down again, and just for a moment she wets her lips, painted black. "I do have to say, you make the outfit look rather good," she says, offering up a compliment. Hers shows a lot less skin, based on the front. "As for me? I consider myself a, hmm, redistributor of wealth from those who don't deserve it to those who do, all for a tidy fee of course. Some might call that type of person a thief." Because it's true, frankly.
Felicia Hardy	"Oh. Thank you, that's sweet of you," replies the Cat as to the compliment, her red lips rising into the first smile seen since the encounter began. "I consider myself a redistributor of wealth too, of course. Since you're not local though, let me give you a few tips if you're looking to dip into the coffers around here." She holds up a closed fist and lifts up one finger at a time per item. "One: The Avengers //will// catch you if you're lazy. Two: If you see a guy in a red and blue web-patterned spandex suit...don't worry about him, he's a goob. Just saunter at him and he'll get to stuttering so hard, he might walk backwards off a ledge. Three: if you see a guy in a red and black spandex suit with katanas, just turn around and leave. Don't talk to him, don't reply to anything he says, just go. He's balls-to-the-walls nuts. Four: The NYPD can't shoot to save their lives if you can dodge. Five: If the NYPD sees you, you're getting rusty," she says with a theatrically sympathetic pout of her lip. Her spread hand drops to her hip.
Selina Kyle	"It sounds like we have a mutual understanding of what we do," Catwoman muses, finding a venting box atop the roof to partially recline against, allowing her to shift her weight and take break. They're both beating around the bush, describing what they do as something different from what it actually is. "Oh, advice?" Listening patiently, she ticks off each thing one by one with her fingers, an amused look forming at the second one. "If only it was that easy with..ah, nevermind. It almost is." Black Cat's not done yet. The third piece leads to a brow sliding upward, but nothing else really stands out. "I don't really like to do the whole 'getting spotted' thing. It puts a major crimp in the plans. But, since you're being generous with your suggestions, I'll give you one for Gotham City: don't even waste your time there." In this, she does sound serious.
Felicia Hardy	"Look, if we're being honest with one another -- " The Black Cat has to stop talking for a second because she has to titter at the idea. Thieves, being honest with one another -- and pigs might fly of their own accord. "Sorry. If we're being honest, I'm not looking to dig around over there. The wealth distribution here is more than enough to keep me happy. New people move in every year from overseas and bring more things with them. Gothan City just seems...grimy and gritty." Her nose wrinkles even as she smiles mostly to herself. Her stance has relaxed more now, into something nearing controppasto with both hands now rested on her hips. "Besides...they'd miss me here if I went elsewhere. I'm a local." Her smile fully appears now, with dimples to boot.
Selina Kyle	There /can/ be honor among thieves..maybe. Catwoman nods slowly and says, "It's probably safer for you that way, but it can grow on you. Most people who weren't raised in Gotham City will never get it. It isn't hard to spot them, either. There are places no native would go if they knew what was good for them, day /or/ night. You understand?" A gesture with a hand, taking in the surroundings. "But you could say I'm branching out a bit, plying my trade in different places. I'm trying to keep a little heat off me around home, and I enjoy a good challenge when I can find one. You probably saw the same things I did with the guards at that museum. Wouldn't have been worth the risk." Now she pushes away from the venting unit, sauntering her way closer. She doesn't have much in the way of gadgets, just a few pouches, a shoulder bag, and that whip. The goggles could hold some kind of tech. "I half expected a nice little catfight once you spotted me, but I'm glad we didn't have to tear our work clothes up, aren't you? Maybe I could extend you a professional courtesy and let you know when I've got plans in town. That way we could stay out of each other's hair..or have a little fun," she says, all but purring.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia, in her mercurial wisdom and supremely high amount of self-confidence, rolls her eyes slightly at the warning, but nods silently nonetheless. No dark alleys in Gotham, all sorts of bad ideas, maybe only if she gets REALLY bored. She shifts her weight to her other hip as she continues listening. "Yeah, that museum's upped their game lately. They must have a visiting exhibit. It bears some research," the blonde opines with a look beyond Catwoman and towards the building in question, as if her remonstrating squint might make the guards cringe and abandon their posts even blocks away. The other cat-burglar's approach, however, has her squaring up before rotating her hips subtly for better balance. Her jade-green eyes narrow speculatively. "Define 'fun'," replies Felicia with a hint of musicality in her tone. "Because competition isn't fun. It's annoying."
Selina Kyle	Catwoman wonders, "Did you see what kind of exhibit?" If it has certain things, well. She might just have to look further into making some plans of her own. She is now close enough that they could just about scratch and claw at each other if they wanted to. She hasn't shown any signs of aggression that way, however. She doesn't /look/ like she's in fight mode, but looks can be very, very deceiving. "Oh, I'm not a fan of interruptions, either. Nor am I into taking what someone else has earned the right to." Not normally. Sometimes, exceptions may be made. "Why do you think I waited for you to finish in there? Would it be polite to burst into a bedroom while..you know." A playful smile crosses her lips at the comparison. "Fun is what people make it."
Felicia Hardy	Felicia doesn't take a step away from the Catwoman, but she does straighten in place and lift her chin in subtle posturing nonetheless. The platinum-blonde doesn't overtly appear to be looking to pick a fight either for all that her palms continue resting on the sleek rounds of her hips. "Fun for me is getting to appreciate my talents and the results of them. Most of the time, the results are shiny and look good around my neck." She allows herself another smile, almost puckish. "I appreciate you being polite. I wasn't looking to come home with my hair out of place." Fingernails, recurved, carefully comb back through it to move it behind her shoulders once more on each side, with one hand at a time. "I didn't see the exhibit. Like I said, I have to do some research. I don't go into heists blind. That's just stupid and a waste of time when it's nothing good to grab. Are you a..." A pointer finger aims at Catwoman and circles musingly. "...jewelry kind of gal or something else?"
Selina Kyle	Catwoman may be purposely probing at Black Cat to see how she handles some of the attention. It's one way to find out what she's dealing with, after all. "Oh, I appreciate the things I can do every time I do them," she says in an overly cheerful manner, giving a wink. "And I suppose that depends on what you like around your neck, doesn't it?" Eyes trail up and down the other woman's body, making it obvious she's acting playful. The extent is not clear. "Going into a heist without an idea of what you're dealing with is the best way to end up in jail, or worse. Me? I usually like certain types of themes. Jewelry alone, maybe if I just want a quick score and a little spending money, but I go for the more interesting things when I see them," she shares without telling Black Cat just what those things are.
Felicia Hardy	"Alright." By the way Felicia lets the vowel linger, she's not entirely convinced there won't be conflict in the future. Her own regard has been idly wandering around Catwoman, marking the goggles and the spartan tech at the woman's belt. "Oh, that reminds me. You warned me about Gotham, I've got a house that you DO NOT want to try and break into. It's the oldest-looking brownstone over in Greenwich Village, with the weird-looking big old round window on the front. The house is...spooky." She shivers despite herself and frets at the corner of one lip, appearing concerned. "Not only that, but the guy living there? He does actual magic. Not like, pull a rabbit out of a hat magic. Like, crazy, real, no-joke magic. He could turn YOU into a rabbit and stuff you in a hutch and nobody would be the wiser. Avoid that place like the plague."
Selina Kyle	The Gothamite must enjoy being vague, playing her way around words, and acting in such a way that makes it difficult to truly pin down her motivations. Indeed, she looks to be having a good time up on the roof, even as they linger post-theft. Just as Black Cat's costume fits like a glove, so too does Catwoman's, and that zipper rests allll the way up to the neck for a nice, snug look. "Is that so?" she wonders as the Greenwich Village brownstone with the big window is described. Then, her eyes narrow visibly. "Seeing as I'm not a big fan of magic or things I can't figure out on my own, no, I don't think I'll be sniffing around there any time soon." If ever. "Sounds too strange to me." A brief return to the topic of Gotham has her adding, "If you ever happen to go over to my neighborhood and get yourself arrested, don't be surprised if they toss you in Arkham Asylum. It's not a nice place to visit, and I sure wouldn't want to live there." She strides away from the woman, then vaults across to the spot Black Cat had landed after spotting her. "I was thinking sticking around here any longer would be a bad idea. Dr. Yank-em could find out he's missing a little something at any moment."
Felicia Hardy	The unintentional pun about the house in Greenwich Village is enough to make Felicia's red-red lips shift into a sphinx-like curve. "It's a very strange place," she agrees, sounding amused by the thought as a whole. Catwoman breaking into movement has the other thief circling around to remain at the safe distance of an arm's length. She watches the other woman clear the alleyway below to land on the other roof and then grins, flashing white teeth. "Well, gosh, I thought I heard somebody slam a door inside about a second ago. You've got good timing." Indeed, a second later, someone exclaims about the circular hole in the window and they don't sound happy. Felicia winces in an exaggerated manner and lifts up both hands in an equally dramaticized shrug. "Whoopsie. I have to go now." Twiddling her fingers of one hand in a wave, the Black Cat turns on her heel and darts away across the rooftop. She flings herself fearlessly out into space and falls out of sight...only to swing up into view again after a steel grappling line grips before gravity plunges her to her death. Her hair banners behind her as she disappears beyond the lines of buildings.
Selina Kyle	"So it seems. Until next time then, kitten," Catwoman says in a teasing tone, waggling fingers the other woman's way just after the realization dawns on the person inside that a little theft has taken place. Best for her not to be caught lingering at a break-in she didn't even have anything to do with! Mind, she takes a few extra seconds to watch Black Cat exit the neighborhood before she scampers off herself, covering the distance across a few more rooftops with relative ease, still careful with her footing, before getting back down to an alley she's hidden a fast motorcycle in. Throwing on a coat over the costume makes it easier for her to speed off in the darkness without drawing too much attention, and at this rate nobody will have a clear look at her anyway. A most interesting evening, even if she comes away from it without anything physical to show for it.