The Streets of Baltimore, Monday Night

[gunslingerpose]

Against his better judgment (and when was anything Nikolai ever did really in line with his better judgment anyway?), Gorgon was back on patrol in the streets of Baltimore tonight. Granted, Monday nights weren't exactly the busiest nights for crime, so, as far as Nick was concerned, he was easing himself back into the swing of it.

And, hell, after flashing his goggles at a couple of muggers and leaving them zip-tied to a lamppost with a lit road flare marking where they were for any cops to find, he was even feeling pretty damn okay. A little stiffness in his shoulder, a bit of soreness, but a few more hits and even that would be gone until he dropped right back out of the power high again. For the time being he was back on his bike, making that slow, deliberate patrol around one of the neighborhoods he tended to frequent, making certain that any would-be criminals were well aware that he was back on the job.

Ah, the crime-fighting life. It was good to be back.

[OOC: Open to anyone who might happen to be in Baltimore tonight! Because... costumed heroing is something I keep meaning to post this guy doing more of.]

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[spin_kick_snap]

Gee, so sorry she was trying to save your life, Nick! Some people were so ungrateful.

Her mask was doing a subpar job of hiding how much she was blushing. "Well, if you were going to commit suicide, I'd do my very best to help however I could. But since you weren't, apologizing for uhh, knocking you over and then all the rest of it just seemed like the thing to do."

[gunslingerpose]

"There's something to be said for talking first, then barreling into someone like a cracked-out superball," Nick pointed out, clearly amused. "But hey, I appreciate the sentiment. It's been too damn long since I had a girl sitting on my chest yelling good-feelings into my face."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Well, I didn't know if you were about to pitch yourself over the edge or something!" Kathy protested, hands coming up to rest on her hips. "Or if I might startle you into falling."

Beat.

"...And I really don't need to know about that last time this happened to you, either."

[gunslingerpose]

"Then I won't tell you," Nick replied, clearly all heart. "Either way, no actual harm done. Might want to be a little more careful on the mount, though, if you don't want to crack someone's skull open on the rooftop next time around. I'm pretty hardy, but that would have fucking sucked if I was just some guy standing on the edge of the roof."

It would have fucking sucked if he hadn't been knocked up a tier or three, because he was finally more or less done recovering from a concussion and she could have re-dislocated his shoulder.

[spin_kick_snap]

"And how many people just stand on the edges of rooftops in the dead of night?" Kathy asked, exasperated. "Posing?"

[gunslingerpose]

It was impressive how Gorgon could give her a deadpan look even from behind the goggles.

"I haven't heard of many jumpers doing it," he pointed out, "but it's a pretty popular pastime among the superhero set."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Maybe in comics!" Kathy protested. "And even if it were, how many superheros do you know of in Baltimore? This isn't L.A. The Mighty Dragon's not about to come swooping in and pose for a cameo."

[gunslingerpose]

The corner of Gorgon's mouth twitched.

"I dunno. Maybe the Awesome Ape travels."

Yeah, he knew the name of the Mighty Dragon. What better way to let her know that fact than to drop the name of another hero from his reality? Small fucking world. Maybe the island had thrown them at one another on that fucked up weekend because of something like this?

Or maybe the island was just completely fucking sadistic.

"But really, how could I be so stupid as to assume that the major city that borders Fandom - an island where I'm willing to bet a third of the population wears costumes and moonlights as a hero - would happen to have two or three that come out to patrol from time to time?"

[spin_kick_snap]

"You've heard of the Awesome Ape?" Kathy asked, forgetting to be annoyed and embarrassed for a moment. "And the Mighty Dragon? Really?! You're the first person I've ever spoken to who knows them! We could be from the same dimension!"

[gunslingerpose]

Lucky... them...?

"Or at least a similar one," Nick agreed with a shrug of his shoulders. "There are probably at least two or three out there with a bunch of heroes running around by those names. You're the first I've met who knows them too, though."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Still, similar is better than nothing!" Kathy said, basing that on absolutely nothing concrete at all. "Don't you think so?"

[gunslingerpose]

"Uh... sure. We're practically kindred spirits."

By virtue of being one of the billions of people from a reality that had a Mighty Dragon in it. That was totally sound logic there.

[spin_kick_snap]

And of those billions, they were likely the only two on the tiny island off the coast of Baltimore that served as an interdimensional nexus.

But sure. That wasn't horrifically improbable or anything.

"You're one of those super-cool guys who's never impressed by anything, aren't you?" she asked, flat. She'd met a thousand like him in L.A. They were the kind of guys who worked in a Starbucks on the Strip just so they could brag about working in Hollywood.

[gunslingerpose]

"Not true," Nick replied, smirking. "I'm one of those super-cool guys who's only impressed by a few things, here and there. I've already met several vampires and I once stared a dinosaur down while trolls and vikings roamed the streets and I just happened to think I'd been a woman my whole life at the time. The bar is set pretty high these days."