The Streets of Baltimore, Monday Night

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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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"Pockets?" Well, there was an odd question. Nick squinted at Barry, not that it could be seen from behind the mirrored lenses of his goggles. "I make sure they're deep enough in my duster for me to carry around at least the bare essentials for surviving out here, but aside from that I'm not, you know, fucking passionate about them or anything."

...

"Why? What the hell kind of question is that even supposed to be?"

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"Shut up, Barry!" Kathy shrilled. "You just shut up right now!"

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"Some people are very passionate about them," Barry explained... and really didn't need to explain further after Kathy's reaction.

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"Maybe if either of you had to deal with women's clothing on a regular basis, you'd understand!" Kathy grouched.

And in an undertone that Nick totally wasn't supposed to hear, she hissed, "No making me look bad in front of other heroes! Especially the one I seduced so I could try to murder him later!"

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Did Gorgon do a shitty job of hiding the fact that he overheard the basic gist of that? Well, yes. But really, how was he not supposed to make a snorting sound, here?

"Trust me, Banzai, I've listened to every possible complaint there is about female clothing. Pockets being the least of which."

The joys of representing divas in Hollywood. You got to be the sounding board for so many things.

So. Many. Things.

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"I hear ya," Barry said shaking his head. "I mean a make her a fucking bulletproof outfit and she goes nuts for the pockets. What's a higher priority here... protection or a place to put your spare change?"

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"Do you two want to be alone?" Kathy asked. "Because I can just go and leave the two of you to swap stories and braid one another's hair and stuff all night?"

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"Not much hair to braid," Nick pointed out, clearly amused. "But I can tell stories until the sun comes up. You sure you don't want to stick around, Banzai? I can tell the one about the time I had to personally deal with someone's catsuit malfunction."

He wasn't going to drop names, because if he did, that would suggest something a little more 'Hollywood' than 'Superhero,' but it was tempting.

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"And I'd surely hate to miss that," Kathy said dryly.

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"I'm game to hear about the catsuit," Barry asked. "I'm assuming no pockets."

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"Where would you put pockets in a catsuit?"

Did that answer that? At all? Even a little?

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Kathy flung up her hands in exasperation. "Really? Is this really how we're going to spend the rest of the evening? Talking about catsuits?"

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"I don't know, I'm just trying to find new fucking ways to make you flail," Barry admitted. "So far I've been right on fucking target."

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"And I was set on spending my night supervising the neighborhood from my perch up there," Nick added with a lopsided shrug of his shoulders. "But discussing catsuits seems like a pretty okay way to spend the rest of the night, too."

Because catsuits.

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"Well, I'm going to leave you boys to it," Kathy said loftily, privately deciding to stop liking guys immediately and start liking girls instead. They had to be less infuriating. "But don't let that stop you. I'm sure there are whole swathes of ladies' leather clothing that you can discuss."

And with that, Kathy was going to flash them both the V-sign (she meant it ironically, which she'd be sure to tell them if either of them asked) and then speed off into the night.

Ugh. Guys.

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"That V-sign was meant ironically right?" Barry asked Nick. "And of course now that she's gone we don't have anyone to fucking pick on so I think I'll head back to the island."

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"And I'll get back to my rooftop," Nick replied, waving one hand upward. "So long as I don't get knocked on my ass by Rainbow Brite again, it actually is a good vantage point for keeping an eye on what people are up to down below. It's been fun, Ricky."

He gave Barry a nod, crouched low for a moment, and in a feat of superhuman parkour, he was back up on the roof in a matter of seconds.