2020.08.22 - Here, Kitty.
Kitty is expanding his territory, isn't he? Well, no, not really. Right now Felix is just exploring. And there' two ways a city is the truest -- in its slums and from its rooftops. Thusly, leaping over the roofs is an athletic-looking fella in a black bodysuit that... does not leave much to the imagination, and the V-neck dips down to give a nice view of his chest! There's some white fluff around the neckline, gloves, and boots.
Right now he's not doing anything except traveling, exploring this new area now that he has a chance to do so, just taking the opportunity for a 'stroll' near sunset to unwind and relax. It takes a lot of rest to recover from breaking someone out of jail, after all!
Heroes patrol, right? That's what they do, at least in Lester's experience. Patrol isn't exactly his favorite thing -- he prefers a clear target for his nocturnal activity. But patrol it is, and patrol he's on. But he's not happy about it. But then, he's rarely happy about anything. At least outwardly.
So it is that Kitty might find a black shadow tucked among the gargoyles, its lines marred by the almost glowing white portions of the man's own costume. Lester certainly sees -him- slipping along the roofline, his blue eyes unreadable as he watches the younger man get closer. When the cat slips closer, he decides to speak. Heroes do that, too. "Nice fuckin' night for it," he grunts from his shadowy nook. "You get any good candy, or was it all rocks an' razor blades?"
Well, that was the last thing Felix expected, for someone to just sneak up on him! He starts a bit, turning towards the source of the voice. Behind the domino mask, his eyes -- blue here, to note -- narrow a little, in suspicion. Yeah, he's that sort. One has to be careful in his line of work.
But what he says is completely not that. "Beg pardon?" he inquires, tilting his head a little bit. And then, because he can't NOT be a smartass, quips, "I hope there aren't parkour ordinances in Metropolis. It would prove... troublesome if I got a ticket for leaping without a license."
Lester grunts again, a noise that might be a laugh in anyone else. Here, it sounds like an explosion of noise from his chest. "Do I look like Officer fuckin' O'Grady?" he asks, his gaze sliding along that lithe form dispassionately, tucking away that fine sight for later review.
He stands, then, and steps out so that he's a bit more visible. His costume is very recognizable to anyone who watches the news with any regularity. "I just like your outfit," he says, his mouth pulling hard to one side in amusement as his eyes narrow speculatively. "You get a lot of tips in that thing?"
"I thought you were missing the badge," Felix comments, leaning his hip against a nearby roof structure and crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn't look defensive, though; he looks more pensive and thoughtful. And a little bit sassy, given the slightly quirked brow and lopsided half-smile.
The news is boring, but yes, Felix does watch. He has to keep up to date with the police so he knows whether they're on his trail or not. So indeed, the costume is recognized after a moment. And accordingly his brows rise a bit as he realizes who he's met!
Though he can't help but laugh himself at the mention of 'tips', a soft snort of laughter. "That's rich. Nobody ever 'gave' me anything," he replies.
"I don't need a badge," Lester replies, pointing at the symbol on his cowl. That Felix recognizes him gets a bit of a hard smirk, and he saunters a bit closer, stopping when he's about four feet away. "I didn't think you was a charity case," he clarifies for the younger man. "You probably shake that bubble of yours pretty good. I bet you earn every dollar." He 'grins', then, a hard slash of teeth appearing briefly.
He raises a hand to indicate the younger man, then the roof. "So, this ain't exactly the thoroughfare, an' if you're dressed for parkour, I'm fuckin' Superman." He lifts his eyebrows a micron, tucking the tip of his tongue in his teeth. "It looks like somethin' you stole from a sex club version of Cats." He holds up a hand. "That ain't an insult."
To note, Felix doesn't moves away when Lester gets closer, despite clearly recognizing him. Though the mention of 'shaking his bubble' does get a slightly harder smirk from him. "Isn't it a pity you wouldn't be able to watch? I do my best work when no one can see me," he quips in return.
As for his outfit? "It helps with air resistance when traveling via rooftops. And it'd be uncomfortable to just jump around with everything dangling in the breeze, you know. This is the next best thing." It's not a lie, though! "It's just faster to move around up here. If I was to just hurdle over a pedestrian in my way on the ground, that would get attention." That is also not a lie!
Felix's hands go out to his sides in a slightly dramatic shrug. "If you think I've done anything illegal, though, you're perfectly welcome to search me for anything illegal. I think you can see what I'm packing from there, though." That is... kind of not true. The outfit may be snug, but he IS wearing supporting stuff underneath it.
"Don't we all?" Lester quips right back about doing one's best work, only he adds a little finger-gun to underline his point, and closes one eye in a slow wink.
He listens to the defense of the outfit without change in his expression, although his eyes continue to travel the length of the younger man. "That outfit'd get attention if you walked down the street like a regular person," he interjects, lifting his eyebrows. "Even in -this- neighborhood."
At the offer of frisking the younger man, Lester suddenly -moves-, and is standing next to him before he finishes the sentence. "You flirting with me, kitty cat?" is growled, although there's no heat in it. "'Cause I'll fuckin' do it." His hands, however, remain loose at his sides. "Try me."
"That too," Felix agrees, to the note of his outfit getting attention. "Besides, it's cooler up here, away from so many people." Which is also a valid reason. Maybe he just doesn't like crowds?
The rest of the statement, though -- that warning -- that gets a chuckle. He doesn't doubt that statement, given what he knows about 'Bullseye'. So no, he's not going to push his luck. "Well, I do tend to prefer to get to know someone before... 'getting to know them' THAT well," he points out, with a raised brow.
Lester's sharp eyes may also pick up the slight shifting of the bodysuit-wearing man's body. He's turned a little, turning his back against the roof feature that he was leaning a hip against. In his new stance, it would be far too easy for him to get his hands on that roof feature and pull himself up on it and get out of trouble. Kitty doesn't like being cornered, it seems!
Lester smirks at that shift of weight, and the obvious (to him) posturing of the younger man. And he does, actually, take a step back, widening the distance between them a bit. "You ain't the only one," he says, his amusement plain on his expressionless face if one is watching his eyes. "Though friskin' you would be strictly business, if I thought you'd actually fuckin' -done- anything." He gives the other man another frank up-down assessment. "But I figure you wouldn't be strollin' around like Rum Tum Tugger if you was guilty of somethin'."
Felix notes that he's being appraised and shifts again, crossing one of his ankles over the other, elongating the profile of his legs. And at the comparison? "Oh now, I'm not -quite- that furry," he points out with a chuckle. He's amused by the comparison, though! "But yes, you are right. I haven't done anything." It is completely unnecessary for him to say 'THIS time'; the addition hangs over the conversation without him having to say it.
Lester nods when his suspicions are confirmed, and he tips his head thoughtfully for a second. "So, do you got an actual name?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows, and motioning at the younger guy as he leans against an exhaust duct. "Just in case we run into each other again, or I gotta I.D. you or somethin'."
As it turns out, Felix has LOTS of names. And here he offers one of them! "Gill Harmon," he replies easily. That is not, however, his birth name. But he doesn't want to admit he's the Black Cat -- even if the acquittal went through BEFORE he busted his old man out, the act of breaking into the jail was illegal -- and he doesn't want this guy to connect his real name to the Black Cat. Thankfully Felix is good at lying.
Does Lester know Felix is lying? As a master assassin, he's trained himself to see a million little tells that other people would overlook in a conversation like this, on the edge of twilight, on a shadowy roof. He watches the other man for a long moment after the introduction, and his eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as he weighs the response. Then he jerks his chin to his chest, once. "Good to meet you...Gill." he says, the corners of his mouth curling in a way that's either friendly or murderous. Maybe a bit of both. "I'm Lester." No need in hiding it. His record is public enough, even if all HIS names don't always match up.
On the bright side, that's the name he has most of his legal stuff under, so that shouldn't be too hard to explain if Lester decides to go looking for a trail of ownership or anything. So there's that. He's not sure if Lester's got him figured out or not, but, well... he doesn't seem to have, so it's all right. For now at least. 'Gill' offers a friendly smile with the introduction. "Pleased to meet you too, Lester," he returns. He's not being flirty there, just friendly.
Lester nods, and studies 'Gill' for another long moment before he turns, looking out over the street below. It probably looks heroic. Maybe. There's a scream from somewhere below, and Lester tracks it for a moment. "I better get back to it," he says, looking over his shoulder and smirking at the other man. "Stay out of trouble," he says, his expression serious. "At least until my night off, yeah?"
'Gill' stands up and gives a nod. "You take care out there. Screaming in the city usually isn't a good thing. Usually," he points out. As for staying out of trouble? Felix smirks. "Can't make any promises," he cautions. "But that's the plan~." As Lester moves away, Felix starts off again, across the edge of the roof until he can hop onto another. That's training, not natural ability. So there's that. And soon enough he's out of sight over the rooftops.