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Connor crouched, hidden, on the fire escape at the end of the alleyway. The metal should clang when he walked, but he didn't, and his leather should creak when he moved, but it didn't. The leather was soft, well taken care of, well worn. His whip hung off one hip and he had his right hand placed loosely on top of it, his left hand braced on the metal.
He was Alleycat, and this was his territory.
With a twitch of his head he activated the telescopic vision in the micro-circuits of his suit; it took another twitch to get the right amount of zoom and clarity.
He could make out the back of Aconite's messy hair, slim green tendrils of his favorite plants curled over his shoulder. Of course, through the goggles, everything looked green to Alleycat. A twitched a readjustment and Connor could see who was writhing in the grip of some of Aconite's favorite little pets, the ones with thick vines that scraped against delicate skin and could hold tight. It almost made him laugh when the victim came into view, it also almost made him purr.
Starling, the little darling, caught so neatly in Jason's trap.
Connor was on the move almost before he knew it, jumping from the fire escape down to the ground, his boots impacted the closed dumpster with a whoof of air and muffled sound and then Connor was on the ground and moving at a run down the alley. Two steps, three steps, a foot, a yard…
Aconite slanted him a sharp poisonous smile when he hopped the fence between them and landed in a small clear space between wriggling plants. Alleycat didn't smile back but he did take two steps over, careful to avoid Aconite's favored plants, and nuzzle his cheek against Jason's shoulder. Jason, Aconite, ran a hand over Connor's leather covered head and stroked down his back. Connor could feel his touch through the Alleycat costume and he purred, arching his back and giving Jason's chin a quick catlick.
"You know," Starling, of course, couldn't keep quiet, "if you two want to go be all catnippy and lustful I can wait." Starling's green eyes hardly matched his purple and blue plumes although the rich colors of his spandex uniform did make his eyes pop. Though that could just have been Aconite's tender pets squeezing Starling's chest. "Or not."
"Shouldn't I be the one leaving you dead birds?" Connor asks and he does nip at Jason's chin because he can smell the sudden influx of pollen in the air. Catnip, actual catnip, wouldn't do anything to him, but Aconite's special enhanced catnip could get the biggest dog lover high. Still, this wasn't Aconite's special pollen; it was just the smell he released when he was pleased with something. Some people laughed, Jason smelled like lavender.
"He's not dead yet." A flush spread across Starling's cheeks and he took quick, shallow breaths. He was in danger of hyperventiatling. Jason nuzzled Connor's ear and bit down softly on the lobe. "Do you want to leave me a dead bird?"
Connor had always found the banter and flirting and puns to be the hardest part of being a villain. Other things, the flexibility, the finesse, those came naturally. But puns were hard. But Connor already knew how to deliver this line. "Maybe just a little death."
Jason smothered a laugh into Connor's neck and they both reached down to stroke their fingers opposite sides of Starling's flushed face.
He was Alleycat, and this was his territory.
With a twitch of his head he activated the telescopic vision in the micro-circuits of his suit; it took another twitch to get the right amount of zoom and clarity.
He could make out the back of Aconite's messy hair, slim green tendrils of his favorite plants curled over his shoulder. Of course, through the goggles, everything looked green to Alleycat. A twitched a readjustment and Connor could see who was writhing in the grip of some of Aconite's favorite little pets, the ones with thick vines that scraped against delicate skin and could hold tight. It almost made him laugh when the victim came into view, it also almost made him purr.
Starling, the little darling, caught so neatly in Jason's trap.
Connor was on the move almost before he knew it, jumping from the fire escape down to the ground, his boots impacted the closed dumpster with a whoof of air and muffled sound and then Connor was on the ground and moving at a run down the alley. Two steps, three steps, a foot, a yard…
Aconite slanted him a sharp poisonous smile when he hopped the fence between them and landed in a small clear space between wriggling plants. Alleycat didn't smile back but he did take two steps over, careful to avoid Aconite's favored plants, and nuzzle his cheek against Jason's shoulder. Jason, Aconite, ran a hand over Connor's leather covered head and stroked down his back. Connor could feel his touch through the Alleycat costume and he purred, arching his back and giving Jason's chin a quick catlick.
"You know," Starling, of course, couldn't keep quiet, "if you two want to go be all catnippy and lustful I can wait." Starling's green eyes hardly matched his purple and blue plumes although the rich colors of his spandex uniform did make his eyes pop. Though that could just have been Aconite's tender pets squeezing Starling's chest. "Or not."
"Shouldn't I be the one leaving you dead birds?" Connor asks and he does nip at Jason's chin because he can smell the sudden influx of pollen in the air. Catnip, actual catnip, wouldn't do anything to him, but Aconite's special enhanced catnip could get the biggest dog lover high. Still, this wasn't Aconite's special pollen; it was just the smell he released when he was pleased with something. Some people laughed, Jason smelled like lavender.
"He's not dead yet." A flush spread across Starling's cheeks and he took quick, shallow breaths. He was in danger of hyperventiatling. Jason nuzzled Connor's ear and bit down softly on the lobe. "Do you want to leave me a dead bird?"
Connor had always found the banter and flirting and puns to be the hardest part of being a villain. Other things, the flexibility, the finesse, those came naturally. But puns were hard. But Connor already knew how to deliver this line. "Maybe just a little death."
Jason smothered a laugh into Connor's neck and they both reached down to stroke their fingers opposite sides of Starling's flushed face.