So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on

[mansansfear]

WHO: mansansfear & soldarius
WHERE: Hell's Kitchen
WHEN: Tuesday night/Wednesday morning
WARNINGS: Punching! Kicking! Action!
SUMMARY: Secret identities are finally discovered!
FORMAT: QUICK~!

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[soldarius]

[ Somewhere further below, in what he feels is the safety of the shadows covering him, a man of an ungraceful height and frame runs through the alleyways. His footsteps sound hard against the ground but he doesn't stop until he's tucked away into the furthest corner. He stops then, back against the wall and tries to catch his breath.

It's the sliver of red that catches his eye and paralyzes him entirely. The figure -- obviously a woman -- slips out from the darkness, a small smile on her face. ]

We can do this all night if that's what you want.

[mansansfear]

[The footsteps are faint from Matt's vantage point, the man's ragged breath even fainter, though it's enough to grab his attention and hold it. He might have brushed it aside if not for the sound of the man's heart skipping a beat, and the low, feminine voice carrying up the sides of the surrounding buildings and into Matt's ears.

Curiosity gets the better of him though, and Matt's suddenly tugging his glove back on, then crouched and ready to swoop down like a cat. Movements silent as he can manage, he gracefully and quickly begins his descent, careful to not attract any attention from this mystery woman. Or at least that is his hope.]

[soldarius]

[ Panic stricken, his hand dives into his waistband and he fishes out his gun. Before it's even pointed at her, Kate dips low and the shot rings out over her head, but misses her entirely. In a swift movement she rises and her leg kicks up, smashing into his jaw. With a grunt, he falls down and is out for the next couple of hours. From under his other arm, a bag slips out, some jewelry in it too.

Kate straightens herself as she looms over him, making sure he's really unconscious.

Petty thieves never learn. ]

[mansansfear]

[Matt observes the scene, impressed by what's unfolding before him, half tempted to jump into the fray before it's obvious that this mysterious caped woman has quite the handle on the situation. To say his interest is piqued would be an understatement-- he's always been drawn to powerful women, especially ones whose names he doesn't know.

Except he does know her name. It takes him a few seconds, realization creeping over him slowly, gradually as he stays crouched on a fire escape above and behind her. Her scent, mingling with the thief's and gunpowder, the steady, distinctive sound of her heartbeat; Matt recognizes it all. And it would be another understatement to say he's surprised.

He decides he ought to let her know she's not alone, in case she hasn't noticed him yet. In one calculated flip, he lands softly on the ground, boots hitting the pavement with a thud. He says nothing, however, waiting for her to react to him before introducing his alter-ego.]