On a Wing and New Technology ((Open))

[vesper_verde]

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_verde]

Vesper hadn't been paying much attention to what the females on the street as he called in to the police. When he got all the pertinent details in, he shut off his ear piece.

"The police are on their-uh." He looked up and noticed Helena right in front of him. He thought about judo chopping her and running but restrained himself. His tough vigilante cred could not be undone by a model.

[hellkitten]

Liza veered off to try and catch the one that broke away from the herd, and steer her over to where the rest were sobbing, shrieking into their phones, lamenting broken heels and champagne stained couture, and, in one case, throwing up.

(Really, Liza just didn't want to be near the regurgitating supermodel.)

When she came a little closer to the woman, she noted the body language between her and Vesper. Liza paused, and listened.

[ngm_adults]

Helena gave him a slight smile. "Thank you for saving me."

She stepped forward and kissed his cheek. Before she pulled back, she put her mouth by where his ear should be. "Tell your boss, my Tchelo, I'll see him soon," she whispered barely audibly.

Then she pulled away from the hero and sauntered toward the mess of models panicking behind the limo.

[vesper_verde]

Vesper swallowed and let her walk away. He figured that was best when he was filled with dread. The whole 'hey I saved my ex' conversation was going to not go so well by his estimation.

He blinked at Hellkitten. He had no idea how much of that she heard. "Are you going to wait for the police or get to going with me?"

[hellkitten]

"Police? Ummm... maybe not. Parking tickets, you know."

Liza grinned. She had heard most of the conversation, but decided not to comment. She looked around. The thugs seemed to all be secured or unconscious.

"It appears to be more or less under control here."

[vesper_verde]

Vesper's wings came out with a sching. He gestured for her to come closer.

"I can give you a lift to wherever you need to go. It might be better than swinging around and colliding with one of the Spider-people."

[hellkitten]

"Sure. You know those Spider people, they don't file flight plans either."

She stepped closer and grabbed hold of his armor.

"Superhero traffic control. It could totally be a growth industry."

[vesper_verde]

Vesper slipped an arm around Hellkitten and silenced the sound of the wingpack's engines firing up.

"It's the step before keeping track of all those flying cars people will be using, right?" He asked with a slight grin as they lifted off.

"Where to?"

[hellkitten]

"Back to Hell's Kitchen. I can get home from there."

Not that Hell's Kitchen didn't have a homey ring to it already.

[vesper_verde]

"How do we get in contact if you still want to meet with my supplier?" This talking about his secret identity in the third person was going to give him a headache someday. Though he had to keep it up.

[hellkitten]

"Get a spotlight, set it up on the roof, put a cat shaped cutout on it..."

Liza burst out laughing.

"Ok, for real. I've got an email address you can give your supplier. hellkitten@avengers.org. I still have it from when I took some training with them. And no, I didn't pick that name myself..."