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

[gunslingerpose]

"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."

[gunslingerpose]

"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.

[spin_kick_snap]

"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.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"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."

[gunslingerpose]

"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.