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On a Wing and New Technology ((Open))

After getting a small feeling working with a bunch of heroes to bring down some supernatural goings on in the city, Vesper determinedly updated his gear. A few test runs and some tweaking, he now had a fully upgraded suit. Now, the bat-suited man was trying to get back on regular patrols. With his recent engagement and his father in town for business, he had been a little lax on getting out.

An updraft helped carry him higher as he looked for action. He felt the need to put feet and fists into good use. Or maybe the new gear needed a night out. Either way he was scouring the streets with his hearing to find something other than noise from televisions that sounded dangerous.

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Vesper landed on the roof and folded his wings in. He cleared his throat. Thankfully, his voice modulator worked now, hiding his actual accent and making his voice a bit more gravelly.

"I'm out looking for crime. You're lucky there's not sign posted about loitering." It was a slow night so far. He hoped it would pick up. "Out looking for demons?"

"Loitering, huh? And I suppose you filed a flight plan with the FAA for tonight?"

Liza grinned.

"Demons... ah, no. I've had enough of those for a while. Like, maybe the rest of my life?"

If only.

"I'm just out getting a little exercise."

"If you see any fight jets scramble to find me, you'll know the answer to that," he replied smoothly. He glanced around and cast his hearing out. He didn't hear jets or trouble. He turned his attention back to the woman dressed like a cat.

"Jumping from rooftop to rooftop? Or something more... martial?"

"Both."

Lightning fast, Liza pushed off from the column into a double midair somersault, landing into a backflip.

"I've got to keep my reflexes up, you know. And this part of the city is a good place to find someone to practice on."

She glanced down. A plastic grocery bag drifted down the otherwise deserted street.

"Usually, at least."

"Not my usual area of patrol." The gangs he harassed were elsewhere in town, but he had been itching for action. He supposed he could always drop in on one of the Brazilian drug pushers.

He scratched his chin with his thumb. "Like a lift to a more dangerous area?"

He glanced over her costume. "That outfit have any bullet-proofing?"

"Nooooo... does it need some, where we're going?"

Liza chuckled.

"Sounds like the best part of town. This..."

She pulled at the sleeve of her costume.

"...is pretty much just spandex. It's one of my mother's old costumes. This was hers, too."

She flexed her hand and threw out her Cat's Claw line so that it hooked onto the brick column, before pulling it back.

"It might, but if you're nimble and wary enough you should be fine. Gang members are usually armed some way." He eyed the spandex and then watched the Cat's Claw line shoot out and pull back in.

"So, distraction, claws, and lined mobility? Hmm." He gestured for her to come over and grab on. He found not carrying someone by her armpits to be more beneficial in flying. Also less of a strain on himself. "They aim something at you send that clawed line into their groin."

"Distraction?"

Liza raised an eyebrow. She never realized that was part of her power set. She walked over to Vesper and grabbed on as directed.

Vesper activated his wings, and they spread with a with a sching.

"Modesty. Nice to see in someone running around in spandex." He smirked slightly as he sent a bubble of silence behind him to hide the sound of the engines starting up. He slipped an arm around her to help keep her with him.

Then he got lift off the rooftop to get them moving.

"Hey, now, spandex is a classic. It's, like, the Chanel of superheroes."

Liza watched the rooftops and streets pass beneath them.

"Although, it does get kinda old wearing Mom's hand me downs."

He chuckled as he headed toward one of the more active gang's territories. "If you're durable enough and can afford to keep replacing it, spandex works. I prefer something firmer."

He was in no way durable enough for just spandex. Though he could afford to keep replacing it. "Your mother's huh? I would not fit into mine. I'm too tall and my breasts are not big enough. Fortunately, I have a supplier to gear me up."

"You know what's better than being durable? Never getting hit."

Liza grinned. Then a thoughtful look crossed her face.

"A supplier, huh? Does he or she take commissions?"

"Multiple people spraying bullets sometimes leaves little room for not getting hit," he noted with some experience.

He blinked at the question. He realized he had left himself open for that. But if he supplied another hero with equipment, his cover with his father might stay intact.

"They might. Given the right introductions."

"That sounds very cloak and dagger."

Liza smiled, then that thoughtful look came back.

"And expensive, too."

She paused.

"I felt way, way out of my weight class when we were fighting those demons. Not the demons so much, they were easy. Heck, I've seen scarier things at a family reunion..."

Her lips quirked slightly at that little private joke.

"More like everyone else I was fighting with. Cat like reflexes and agility suddenly don't seem so awesome when you're standing next to someone who can slice a Prius in half, you know?"

"Some people are very protective of their identities. It depends on what you need and how much my supplier likes you for price." Considering Vesper was talking about his secret identity who was a billionaire, he could easily cover upgrading her spandex.

He banked to the left so he wouldn't come in right over the gang's territory. They had started watching the sky for some obviously winged reason.

"I understand. I was good for carrying around one of the chopping a Prius in half people. That's why I got an upgrade."

"Ah. Secret identities. Another classic."

Liza smiled.

"This is the first time I've ever thought about an upgraded costume with, you know, stuff in it. I don't really even know what all can be done with them. I'm not exactly a science type of girl."

She scanned the area as they flew in. She joked about never getting hit, but she knew the secret to that was in paying attention to people and things that might want to hit her, as much as it was those cat like reflexes.

"Mom used to work with Iron Man, but that was mostly before my time. I don't think Dad liked him much."

"I don't think my supplier does anything more armored than what I'm wearing." Not taking into account the wings he was wearing. "But if you want things in a more flexible suit, I can put you in contact."

He brought them down on a rooftop. He let go of her and folded in his wings silently. Vesper tilted his head to try to pick out something that was wrong. Something sounded wrong, but he wasn't quite sure what.

"Flexible would be good. And light. I want an upgrade, but I don't want to lose my speed and maneuverability."

Liza hopped down onto the roof as quietly as her namesake.

"Mm. I'll need contact info to give to the supplier." He went to the edge of the roof and crouched down. Hopefully people didn't remember there were no gargoyles on this building.

"Something's off here."

Liza moved in a half crouch behind him, using his armor and wings to hopefully hide her far more conspicuous blue and yellow spandex.

"It's really quiet."

"It's not usually this quiet." His voice came out hushed. "Even if the gang is not doing much of anything, the neighborhood has life and noise."

He scanned the streets below, but it was too still. So still, he startled when a shot rang out at the end of the block.

"It's not quiet anymore."

Liza turned and prepared to run across the roof towards the shots.

"You fly, I'll follow up here."

Vesper nodded. He was slightly concerned because the shots weren't aimed at him. Turf war could be a problem if the gangs he kept tabs on moved.

He waited until Hellkitten was safely running toward danger before spreading his wings. He jumped off the roof and headed toward the sound of a shoot-out.

Liza took off running, easily leaping between the rater closely set roofs in this part of the city. When she got to the building closest to the sound of the shots she crouched down, and peered over the edge.

In the street below were two groups trading fire over a card table between them. One group was the local gang wearing their colors. The other was dressed in three piece suits and wearing sunglasses at night.

There were two gym bags sitting on the card table, but the volleys of gunfire were ripping through them.

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