14386/Stop Me If You've Heard This One: A Bat, A Cat, and a Bird Meet on a Gotham Rooftop

Stop Me If You've Heard This One: A Bat, A Cat, and a Bird Meet on a Gotham Rooftop
Date of Scene:	12 March 2023
Location:	A Rooftop in Gotham City
Synopsis:	The Black Cat crashes a little Kane Family training session in Gotham. Friendly introductions are made and a daring, if spicy escape is had!
Cast of Characters:	Kate Kane, Bette Kane, Felicia Hardy

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Kate Kane has posed:
It's not every night that Kate gets to go out and enjoy the rooftops of Gotham. For one thing, they're not actually that enjoyable. Especially when more often than not she's racing across them to stop some sort of tragedy from unfolding. But tonight? Tonight's not so bad.

Because tonight she's out on Gotham's rooftops for that part of vigilantism that so often gets overlooked. Training. Specifically, training her cousin. It's casual training, Kate challenging Bette to reach various points across the rooftops in her best times. Of course, she's tracking every millisecond that Bette takes is noted. Kate might even actually give Bette some earnest pointers if she actually spots any flaws in her technique. But bounding across rooftops is just one of those things like making an omelet. Sometimes you know the technique, you just need to do it over and over until muscle memory takes over.

Which is why Batwoman stands atop a generic rooftop, not a skyscraper, not a warehouse, it's one of Gotham's many mid-sized office buildings downtown. The sort of anonymous corporate brick of steel and glass Gotham's more colorful rogues don't ever seem to bother with. "C'mon! You're so close to beating your best time, Bette! Stop thinking and just /move/!"

Kate, possibly, might not be the best teacher. She has trouble turning her thought process during these little runs into... verbally expressible tips. But she /tries/.

Bette Kane has posed:
Everything is training. From honing observational skills when out and about during daily life, to things like this. Everything is angled towards one single goal: To not be a burden on the team. To not be a danger to anyone else. To be the best vigilante she can be.

Thusly, Kate is yelling at her to move faster, to be better. This is exhausting, but she has to dig. It's worse than Hell Week at West Point. It's grueling punishment, night after night, but she's a Kane. Kane's don't quit. Bette races across a rooftop, cape streaming behind her as she calculates how to shave fractions of seconds off. Fewer steps, longer jumps, better landings. Piece by piece, bit by bit.

Bette waits until the very last second, timing her steps so that her leading foot is at least a quarter off the lip of the edge before she presses, bringing her other foot forward, and hurls herself in a stream of orange and red across the gap.

She doesn't answer Kate with words, she needs that breath to run. She just answers by moving faster, pressing towards her limits..

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Just like gymnastics class all over again," quips a voice behind Kate. Perhaps the Bat was focused so heavily on her cousin that she didn't notice someone slinking up behind her. Or maybe the figure standing just out of arm's reach is really, really good at sneaking. Both? Both is good. But how could Felicia not notice a fluttering red cape on her prowl of Gotham? Sure it's not a bank or a musuem district, but things like corporate data do fetch a high price. And as much as Felicia enjoys stealing pretty things, she does take contracts now and again.

    Now, whether or not she's packing a thumb drive full of secrets in one of her little pockets is neither here nor there. Neither does it matter if she's just now getting on the clock or ready to punch out for the night. New York City's most beautiful and talented thief is right here, right now, zipper tugged down just enough below her collar to show her collarbone and the shadow that's just a hint of her generous cleavage.

    "Training night, darling?" the Black Cat asks, arms folded underneath her bust. She's in full costume, of course, mask and all, but those piercing aquamarine eyes flick from Kate to Bette, watching the Flamebird take flight, so to speak. "She moves like you do, I'll give her that," she states. Does Felicia know that the two are both related? Not likely. Her hero intel doesn't quite go that deep.

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate tenses, visibly... maybe not to everyone. Or to anyone except someone who knows her well. Which means two out of /maybe/ five people on Earth who would read that jolt are within distance to see it. But it's just a brief moment, her head tilting, lips pressed in a thin, severe line. The rest of her expression is lost to that cowl's rigid form as she murmurs dryly, "Fewer nets and landing mats. Also not nearly as many parents yelling about the scores."

She sighs out and pinches the bridge of her nose. Which is... just /so/ pointless with that solid cowl. It can stop a .22, and apparently it can also stop her pinching. "Something like that. Someone's got to teach the new girls how to skip dealing with the metro and Uber's /always/ ridiculously pricey when you try to take it to an active crimescene. Damn surge pricing."

Still, Kate's watching Bette's progress intensely, eyes never leaving her cousin as she keeps going at it with focus and drive. She's a Kane, alright. "Well, I suppose you're as good a reason as any for a break." She pauses for a solid three count. "Okay. You're actually a /very/ good reason." she allows reluctantly.

She whistles sharply then, a quick two-tone signal to Bette to let her know when she gets back to Kate's perch, she doesn't have to immediately turn around for round... whatever this would be.

Bette Kane has posed:
Oh good, final lap! Bette lands from jer jump, using her momentum to sling herself into a forward roll. Coming up to her feet, she does her best not to bleed momentum. Her turn to head back is on this roof, and actually turning while running is hard, so since it's the last go round before a break, she decides to try something different.

She angles her run to take her towards a large, cubic HVAC unit. She charges the thing, jumping and twisting. Both feet plant on it and she pushes off in a fury, hurling herself forwards on her path. Boots hit the ground and she races towards the ledge.

This is the longest jump of the course with the biggest penalty of pain for missing. Her guts twist in a knot as she gets closer, but she ignores it. Boots hit the ledge, and she summons every ounce of Leg Day she has in her, hurtling across the gap in a flurry of cape. She lands with plenty of clearance, boots scraping on the weird asphalty rooftop. She's in the home stretch now, pouring every last ounce of speed she has left in her to make it to her final jump.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Those never helped," Felicia says softly, shaking her head. The motion makes the wind tug at her mane of silver hair, but she just watches Bette work and run and jump. "...the yelling parents, I mean..." she muses, chuckling. "...though I suppose that puts you in the unenviable position of being the 'mom', hmm?" she asks, playful tone in her voice. If she's impressed by Bette's motions, she's not entirely showing it. The smirk on her face seems to be permanently affixed there now that she's arrived. It's a good expression, though. She's amused by all of this.

    "I hear grappling hooks are the better way to get around..." she says with a soft laugh. "...why pay for Uber or the metro when you can just Spider-Man your way around the city?" she offers. Of course she has her own grapples. Of course she knows Kate does, too. But the red bird? She isn't quite sure what to make of her, or her kit yet. "So what do you do if she falls? Play mother hen and rush over to grab her?" her tone is mocking but ever-so-gentle. She's not trying to be cruel or anything.

    Then comes a louder laugh, halfway into a scoff, in fact. "Me? Really now? What about little old me that calls for a break? I'm not a good reason for /anything/..." she teases. "Or are you going to have her try and arrest me? That could be fun..." she purrs out, stepping closer to Kate and getting within arm's reach. Arm's reach enough that Bette might be able to see the Black Cat curling her fingers along Batwoman's shoulder in what could only be an affectionate squeeze.

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate snorts softly, laughing out, "More of a big sister. Cousin, really. Actually. But...." She shrugs lightly, "Never thought this'd be some kind of family business. I mean for one thing it doesn't _pay_ anything..." She glances sidelong, trying to do her best level stare with her eyes obscured by white lenses. And trying /not/ to focus on those glorious aquamarine eyes she so often finds herself staring at. "But somethingsomething, good of the city, somethingsomething JUSTICE PREVAILS."

Her shoulders shrug helplessly as she sighs out and snickers, "Well, for one thing, if you haven't got enhanced stamina and strength? Swinging everywhere _wrecks_ your shoulders. Did it once as a test to see if it'd beat my bike. Spent a day with two pounds of frozen peas across my shoulders. Entirely unflattering. Bike all the way from then on."

She laughs softly and shakes her head, "No, she won't fall. As much as I try to act like a hard ass, I don't let them up here like this until I know they won't fall.... but yes, if she does, more or less. Dislocated shoulder for me beats fractures for her, right?"

She snorts softly and murmurs dryly, "Have her try to arrest you? Did you /steal/ something today, Felicia? Are you misbehaving?"

She heaves out a sigh and mutters softly, "Besides, if she does try to chase you down... are you going to push /her/ off a roof too? Kind of extreme."

She tries to keep that stoic, calm demeanor... but... that squeeze earns an unmistakable smirk. "Besides, seems kind of unfair to make my cousin chase you when you could just introduce yourself. That seems more polite. Felicia."

Bette Kane has posed:
The last jump. It's not as big, but the lip of this roof has an odd height to it, making the step up harder. This makes the relatively short jump harder, and way more dangerous if her foot slips.

It won't slip.

She sprints full tilt at the edge of the roof, hunching a little for aerodynamics. The technique for this is almost a triple jump. She hops once for rhythm, her second short hop gets her lead foot on the tall lip, and her third hurls her across the chasm. Bette resists the urge to flare her cape out, since speed counts. Instead, she lands, throwing herself into another forward roll and sprinting the rest of the way back to Kate, skidding to a stop on the roof.

She breathes heavily, panting, hands on her knees. "Did, ugh, did I beet my pee-bee?" She asks, gulping air. She looks up at Kate, gaze flickering to Felicia and, you know, taking the sight in. "Who's the guest?" She looks at Kate with scrutiny, looking for the signal that she's under duress and needs help. Because she's paranoid like that.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Cousin?" Felicia asks, a singular snowy brow lifting at the revelation. "I didn't realize the Kane family had so many capable vigilantes in it..." she clucks her tongue. "I should be cautious, then. The only other master thief in my family is still behind bars..." she sighs, shaking her head. "Still, he taught me everything he knew... and then I learned more." She waxes nostalgic for a moment, sparing the time and breath needed to laugh at Kate ad-libbing the whole greater good business.

    "Mmm... fair enough..." she responds to the arms business. "We can't all trade our souls for strange powers, now can we?" she teases. She gives that shoulder a little more of a rub, pouring on some of her enhanced strength to ensure that Kate can feel it through her costume. "Though I do admit, I'm quite sure you could take a hit better than I can," she states, her smirk shifting into a more sideways little smile. "I do prefer the chase rather than the fight, after all," she purrs.

    Then there's a soft laugh, "Darling, whenever I'm stealing -breath- I'm misbehaving... but wouldn't you like to know if I've been up to no good tonight? Or if I plan on being up to no good tonight?" she circles around back of Kate, shifting to rub her other shoulder. "And why would I push her off of a building? I believe by now that could be considered a Kane Family courting ritual... wouldn't want the dear girl getting the wrong idea about my... intentions for her..."

    Then a soft sigh, moving forward enough of Kate to look her in those veiled eyes. "...of course, Kate. But let me play with her a little first...?" she asks, voice so honey sweet, the barest hint of pleading in it--and in those beautiful, bright eyes. Then Bette is landing, asking about the guest, showing that hint of concern. She reaches out with her free hand, clad in that black, fur lined glove. "The one and only Black Cat, darling," she winks, giving a winning smile. "I'm sure you've heard of me?" she teases, cocking her hips slightly and giving a little extra 'oomph' to show off her figure.

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate laughs softly at Felicia and murmurs dryly, "Well, apparently we've just got that itch for cold nights, dark rooftops, and chasing after troublemakers.... even if we might meet that definition time to time."

Kate's eyes lock on Bette as her cousin gasps, pants, her lips twisting thoughtfully, "By... half a second? I guess if you want to count that as /beating/ it..." She does her best to sound /entirely/ unimpressed. But one eyebrow arches behind her cowl as Bette doesn't seem to recognize the Black Cat. Well... she _is_ from out of town. She supposes she can allow that slip. "Oh! You don't recognize her? She's really quite famous. Okay... let's see how I can help you figure this out... she's..." She trails off as Felicia introduces herself, biting her lower lip, /almost/ pouting. Sure, she didn't know how she was going to tease Bette.

But she was going to somehow. But now she's focusing much more intently. Because Felicia introducing herself as the world-famous cat burglar? Oh, Bette's reaction is /so/ going to be worth watching. Even if Kate clears her throat as Felicia gives that little extra *oomph* to her pose. That's... some oomph all right.

Bette Kane has posed:
Even as fit as she is, it takes Bette a moment to catch her breath. She did, like, four full laps! It takes a moment, but her breath slows and she starts to straighten, her posture becoming far more upright. Felicia introduces herself and extends a hand. Black Cat? That's, huh. Interesting. Bette's eyes flicker to Kate and the familiar, even intimate, body language. The casual touch, and she groans.

Still, she reaches out and shakes Felicia's hand. She even stops herself from doing the Mean Bitch Squeeze on it. "Let me guess," she says, eyes almost glaring at Kate. "You're dating, aren't you? I guess I can't try and, like, take down my cousin's hot girlfriend."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    The 'half a second' gives a little browquirk to Felicia. She hadn't been here for the other runs. Or even seen the full course. No, she's new to tonight's proceedings, and rather enjoying it thoroughly. Making Kate squirm is half the fun, and seeing the look on both hers and Bette's faces is amusing to the extreme. Being told that she's famous by Kate, though? That has her grinning from ear to ear. So much for Felicia's poker face. When the hand she extends is taken and shaken, though, she certainly follows through. The thief is gentle, the glove is warm, and the fur flutters nicely in the wind.

    "What was your first clue?" the Cat teases, pulling back from the handshake and practically draping herself against Kate's side. She extends the claw on her index finger and lightly strokes it against the upper part of the mask covering Kate's cheek. This lets her easily sandwich her cleavage into Kate's side, too, pushing out her rear in profile. A little slinky lean down to rest her cheek against the shoulder she'd been rubbing--and an eyeful of cleavage for Bette.

    "Now now, I'd almost love to see you try to take me down..." she tsks, fixing those bright eyes on the red-clad heroine now. "But hot girlfriend? Oh my. You -do- have good taste..." she sighs out happily. "Very good taste."

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate sighs and reaches up, undoing the catches to her cowl and pulling it off, letting out a loud, glorious groan as she settles that cowl atop an AC unit and her other hand runs fingers through short hair, "Hey, you could try to take her down, but I tried that when I met her and it... Did. Not. Go. Well."

She chews her lower lip for a long moment, "But... I guess... dating is definitely the term?" She eyes Felicia curiously, eyebrows ever so slightly perking in a 'Did we label this?' expression.

But then Felicia's basically draped against her, and her arm's hooked around that trim, larcenous waist on reflex. Okay. Yeah. They're dating.

She sighs out and huffs softly, mumbling quietly, "This is going great. So great. This is exactly how I pictured this going every time I considered you two meeting."

The worst part is, she's not even being sarcastic as she squeezes her arm a little more snugly around Felicia. "Please, please. No sparring on random rooftops you two. If nothing else you can use the spare room at my place. It was a greenhouse but I've been redecorating and turning it into a gym."

Bette Kane has posed:
There's like forty (hyperbole) spare rooms in Kate's place. Bette would know, she's sleeping in one! She just observes the cat burglar cling to her cousin, and quirks her lips upwards. It's a sassy kind of smirk as she watches this. She shakes her head a little. It's a knowing gesture. Been here before. Though, this one might just be the most attractive yet.

"Well, I'm happy for you, Kate," she says, reaching up to take her own topless cowl off, letting most of her face breathe for the first time in a while. "I mean, fighting on rooftops is what we do, Kate," she says. She pauses and rolls her eyes. "And Kate didn't even introduce me. I'm Bette. ... Flamebird with the mask on."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    The query of label earns the slightest of shrugs. She seems to let the other two do her talking, basking in her own sense of self-importance. She's good at that. Then masks come off and she doesn't follow suit, not immediately. "Sparring on rooftops... while it can be fun, I do prefer a clean getaway. But..." she looks between the women now that they're revealed. "...a bird and a bat... aren't those just prey animals to a cat?" she winks.

    There's a soft laugh as Bette makes her own introduction, and Felicia slowly curls a leg back so she can just sort of sway with her weight settled on Kate. "Mmm, I think she wanted you to make your own, darling. First impressions and all. Or, you know, in case you wanted to keep everything a secret?" she offers. "Ah, but if I was more interested I suppose I could just look up and find out if Ms. Kane here has any family, and do a little basic math if I saw you somewhere... But I digress..."

    She straightens up a little, freeing a hand from the redhead's form so she can remove her own mask. "I do hope one of you took the precautions of ensuring there are no camera drones on high.." she speaks with mirth. Then the mask is off, and those strikingly bright and beautiful aquamarine eyes are no longer shadowed. Felicia is flawless. Perfect skin, that lush mane of white hair. She could be a supermodel or an actress or--

    "Felicia Hardy, just a... woman about town in New York's upper crust..." she says with a wink. If Felicia is 'just' anything, then Kate is 'just' a wealthy socialite, same as her.

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate rolls her eyes and murmurs softly, "I wasn't going to tell her your name or show her your face unless you were comfortable, Bette. But /clearly/ along with running across rooftops, showing your face to... charming women of an arguably criminal bent also runs in the family." She clicks her tongue softly, like it's just a helpless shame no one can do anything about.

She sighs out as... Felicia covers all that. And more. And... damnit, the woman can read her like a book. At least she tries to be a fun book.

She snorts, a genuine, unexpected huff of breath that fades into laughter. "Oh. Don't worry. If there /are/ any drones watching us... you're probably going to meet their owner too soon enough."

She glances to Bette and her lips quirk in a wider grin, "I mean, she's a redhead who dresses up like a bat and runs around on the rooftops out here, so if precedent is any indicator, you'll get along great. Hopefully not as great as you do with me though."

Bette Kane has posed:
"I'm a natural blonde, thank you, Kate," Bette says in a faux huff. She finds a convenient HVAC unit to lean on, folding her arms across her chest. "Well, Felicia. It's nice to meet you, and I hope you make Kate happy," she says earnestly. If not, well, skeptically. She knows how Kate Relationships go. They burn hot, then they burn out.

Must be a Bat thing.

"I'm sure we'll get along fine, Kate. I'm the easygoing one, remember? You're the heinous bitch."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia takes her little domino mask and slips it into her suit. And by that, she nestles it right in front, caught by her chest. Maybe she'll make a show of fishing it out later for one or both of them. "Of course, this is Bat City..." she laughs, gazing up at the sky and winking at the stars. "...I do find it more entertaining than New York, overall... and besides, you're here..." she steals a kiss of Kate's cheek before disentangling herself just enough from the redhead to stand up straight.

    She doesn's pull those arms from around her waist, though, oh no. She rather enjoys that. Being held close. Like a treasure to be coveted.

    "I do look forward to being well-acquainted with the ladies of the Bat Family in general but I do hope that acquainting doesn't come with a ride in the paddywagon. Thankfully I was able to talk some sense into your cousin here.. though I still do regret making her fall for me *that* hard..." she tsks. "In the literal sense," she then adds with a sigh.

    "Still, I'd like to think I'm worth it~? If our little joyrides do get you into trouble, you know you can lay low with me for a spell..." she says softly, just about in Kate's ear. Then she laughs at Bette, glancing over at her. "Oh this one's fiery, darling. I see where she gets it..."

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate has to bite her lip to not... snap back at Bette? Laugh at her cousin's words? Both? Probably both. She has a feeling they both know it's both.

Still, she can't bring herself to snark her cousin when Felicia's stealing a kiss from her cheek. She sighs out as Felicia disentangles herself to straighten up.

And fly right? Maybe.

Kate's almost sullen as Felicia just /pours/ on the... charm. As Kate half-heartedly grumbles because standing there blushing like a /silent/ idiot would be too much for her to take.

Her gaze locks on Bette and her shoulders rise and fall helplessly. "In my defense, she _did_ give the diamonds back after the chase."

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette looks between Felicia and Kate. She smirks at how ... docile Kate is being. This is, honestly, pretty standard Kate behavior with a new-ish girlfriend. Bette smirks, amused at it.

"Yeah, but she apparently pushed you off a building? Come on, Kate. Everything is training. How'd she get -you-?"

The blonde looks smug as hell. She's going to pay for it later.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Weren't you wearing those self-same diamonds at the spring gala, Kate darlin?" Felicia asks, playful, perhaps maliciously so. She nestles her face in against Kate's neck once more, just watching the little tete a tete between them, and then Bette's teasing question. There's a soft laugh and she peeks up at the Bat's gorgeous green eyes. "...mmmhm..." she purses her lips, then turns her attention back to Bette.

    "Perhaps you should come a little closer and ask that, darling~?" she reaches out with her arm, fingers uncurling, then drawing back to her palm with a 'come hither' gesture. Of course, what comes with it, is a little focus. A little shift of the 'probability' field around Bette. Even if she doesn't approach, something may very well befall her. Just a little kiss of that Black Cat Bad Luck.

    "Maybe then you'll get a much more... proper answer?" she asks, voice clearly in a tone meant for toying with the poor blonde. After that little draw of fingers back, she curls that arm back around Kate, laying those fingers on her hip now. It's hard to tell who owns who, with how kittenish Felicia is being towards the blushing Kate.

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate huffs and mumbles, "It... you gave them to me, and I eventually... paid for them. It's basically the same as taking them back!" She glowers and points at Bette with one accusatory finger. "I was distracted. Off balance. It's just a reminder it can happen to anyone, Ms. Kane."

She heaves out a low sigh as Felicia taunts Bette, and... maybe kind of halfway threatens to let Bette find out about being shoved off a roof? No, she's probably not going to do that. And it's important to see if Bette takes the bait.

And that's why Kate stays mum about it. It's training.

Everything is training.

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette is certainly tempted. Things for pretty girls might run in the family. That might be genetic, but she holds back. She remains leaning against the HVAC unit. "I'll pass, I think. I don't need any more bruises, the ones from fighting Killer Croc and the rest of Arkham have finally faded," she says.

The fact that the touch of bad luck hits her is, well, inevitable. Something shifts with the unit, and Bette slides sideways, tumbling to the roof with a thud, unable to catch herself. She groans, sliding to a sitting position, her cape making it uncomfortable. "Well, that was dumb as hell," she mutters.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia just grins, then playfully nips at Kate's ear. "You know they look amazing on you, lover," she purrs. But then she looks back to Bette, watching, waiting. Leaning. Bruises. Chatter. And then... there she goes. Right what Felicia was waiting for. THUD. Of course there's a soft laugh, the Cat shaking her head. She disentangles herself from Kate fully this time, and moves towards Bette with that slinky sway of her hips. Did that zipper slip down another inch, too?

    "And this is half of being pushed off of a building," the platinum-haired debutante says with a quiet but mirthful sigh. "And you... Ms. Kane... always need to be on your toes..." she chastizes before leaning over. Both hands hook beneath Bette's arms and then she lifts. Effortlessly. As if the other woman weighed as much as a piece of paper. Again, it gives the blonde a nice view. And then she's just set back down on her feet, strong hands giving a little dusting of costume here and there.

    "Because not everything can be seen or felt.. and not everything that can.. is what it seems.." she gives a wink and struts back over to Kate. "Everything is training?"

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate /definitely/ has to bite her lower lip. Like bruisingly tight because any chance of maintaining stoic, totally controlled distant disinterest is washed away in Bette's sudden slip and fall. And the feel of Felicia drawing away doesn't make it any easier to not react. And her _slinking_ towards Kate's cousin?

The noise that escapes is somewhere between a sigh, a groan, and the grating sounds of plastic gears in a 1970s tapedeck grinding apart.

She sighs and rolls her eyes as Felicia just shows off that strength in a _far_ more merciful way than Kate got to find out about it, dry mumbles pitched to carry to her cousin and girlfriend at once, "/I/ didn't get to learn about that by being picked up from a fall. I think you like her better than me."

She bites back a helpless snickering. At this rate she's going to be seeing 'Everything is training' spraypainted on train cars soon. But hey, it /is/ a catchy slogan.

And she might spraypaint it on them herself. Spook the hell out of Bette and Harper. They'll think it's some hidden message. Keep them paranoid. Guessing. Training.

Great. Now she's got to buy spraypaint.

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette's eyes go wide as she not only realizes she's fallen, but is hoisted effortlessly back to her feet. She blushes in embarassment as Felicia dusts her off and looks away for a moment.

At least Kate's jealous and/or pissed about it. That's a win.

She swallows a bit and nods. "Right. Everything is training," she says like a mantra. "Even falling over on a roof with no real consequences."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "And when we first met, you were legitimately trying to arrest me," Felicia points out, tsking softly at her. She glances over her shoulder back at Bette for a moment, circling around Kate before abruptly grabbing her. She hooks an arm around her shoulders and just yanks her to the side, taking her hand with her other in a fluid motion that looks like the interim deep-dip of a tango. "Do you prefer this, lover?" she asks, voice low and husky, and captures Kate's lips in a brief, but fiery kiss.

    "Is this better?" she asks, grinning, showing off those pearly whites, that winning smile, and meeting vibrant greens with her striking liquid blues. And then she's righting poor Kate again, standing her up and tapping her lips with a gloved fingertip. The other? Pulling down the zipper of her catsuit.

    "I'm afraid I must be going, though, ladies..." she pulls it down just enough to catch her mask where it had gotten caught in that snug waistband. She snatches it up and takes the zipper back up to the top with it, cinching in her cleavage in the process and giving quite a show to both Bette and Kate. All the while she's backpedaling towards the edge of the building and grinning.

    Before she fixes the mask in place, she winks up at the sky, for Oracle or Bluebird or whomever to catch the footage later. "I'll see you back at home, darling... do wait up for me~?" she implores, putting on a sultry, pouty expression before simply... reverse swan-diving off of the building. The sound of her grapple line follows a moment later as she zips off into the night.

Kate Kane has posed:
Kate's lost to that kiss for long moments, gloved fingers of one hand gripping Felicia's shoulder, visibly squeezing, clinging, any defense about her... change in plans of arresting Felicia are washed away by the dip, and the kiss, and that purred question that has her giving a very subtle little nod. Because Kate Kane doesn't lie.

Often. At all.

She's barely able to comprehend Felicia's motions, the zipper sounding so faintly compared to the rush of her own blood in her ears.

Felicia's literally off the roof and /gone/ by the time she can turn to look at Bette. "Not a word. Not. A. Goddamn. Word."

She grabs her cowl and snarls softly. "Training is over. I'm going to have a shower."

Bette Kane has posed:
Bette's eyes go a little wide, cheeks turning pink as she watches the two kiss. That's not public activity! That's not public activity at all! She also notices how Kate's usually stoic and solid persona just dissolves. It's almost scary how it happens. She's so used to the hard and brutal nature of her cousin that to see it fall apart so easily is...terrifying.

As soon as it began, it's over and Felicia is gone. So close to the way that either of them would do it. Just...gone. She shakes her head. "I'm not saying a word," she says. "Except that shower had better be cold."