technicalities. but he'll accept it.
he takes the device back and pockets it - pulling a small tablet to continue his tracking. " northeast. shipyard - know the shipment, but don't know the seller. got anything? "
he hates asking. it burns his throat.
his hand reaches forward, sign of faith that she'd agree to the deal, his terms. it's the only way without losing precious resources on a chase.
" don't steal anything. "
simple. to the point. and eyes like daggers to drive the bargain home.
ᅠ her hip cocks to one side as stares him down, lips still settled in that smirk. she didn’t expect this, if she were honest. but anything to get her closer to whatever he was chasing. it could always be in her benefit.
ᅠ “and how do i know you won’t go back on —
a lie or not, the last thing he needs is more speed bumps in this race.
" compromise. " he mutters, hands up in surrender. plenty of tricks up his sleeve, sure, but maybe he can appeal.
" we go together. "
if not - he keeps his palm close to the ears of his cowl.
— button she’s zipping upwards, climbing up and over the railing of the rooftop.
ᅠ the cat peers over the side, “i’ll give it back when i’m done, scout’s honor.”
ᅠ
off she goes. and lighter in his pockets again.
she zips into the night sky with a suppressed burst. looks more refined than his. more questions, have to wait.
the batman scrambles against the brick walls, kick after kick until he reaches the rooftop through a pole on the wall.
ᅠ full lips only twist into a smile. if only he knew that was the *last thing he should’ve said to her.
ᅠ the cat lets out, “no.” then struts right past him, breaking out into a run. she unhooks the grappling gun at her side, a token she had stolen from him —
he's fast, reckless in his jumps, but he's getting better.
slowly but surely.
he grabs his own grapnel gun, one shot use. couldn't support his weight for long. he fires toward a cutoff, jumping to the next rooftop she'd land on. the bat stops himself against an AC unit.
" no. "
it doesn't even register a second thought. the less complicated this got, the better. having her cross his path as often as she does - it's distracting. she plays with him like a chess piece, and all the grace of a thief. a good one, at that.
ᅠ
ᅠ “we both know i won’t be doing that,” followed by a tilting laugh, sounding rich and elegant. an idea comes to mind, another factor into her game.
ᅠ “i could help you, give you the information you want. in exchange for a favor.”
ᅠ
" coincidence. " he repeats - his tone dry and grating. " sounds like two different leads. "
not entirely crossing out the possibility *he is her lead. but why?
" you should go home. "
ᅠ
ᅠ “tracking a lead outside of the iceberg lounge . . . ,” her face practically gleams with excitement. “what a coincidence that i happen to be here, too, then.”
ᅠ
his posture tightens, not out of fear. the detective uses broad shoulders as canines, a silent, yet snarling, warning. the only one she would be graced with.
" you know the answer. tracking a lead. " one he would certainly *not elaborate on with the likes of her.
ᅠ oh, the *first time. she hopes he still as the scar.
ᅠ “guess you’ll never know,” the cat purrs, taking another step toward him. she wants to see how close she can get, a little game she’s decided to play. “though i am curious to know what the *bat is doing here.”
ᅠ