The First Meeting. With [livejournal.com profile] chloeas.

Feb. 23rd, 2011 09:29 pm
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It was a quiet night in Metropolis, Kansas.

Which considering the recent crime-wave that had brought him to the city in the first place, was highly unusual.

He watched the LuthorCorp building silently from a few rooftops away. Maybe it was time to get down to the other thing that had brought him to Kansas. Nodding slightly, he ran across the roof and jumped over to the next building, a little shorter building than the one he'd just been on.

He was about to fire a zipline to the company building when he spotted a figure down below, looking a little too interested in...picking the door lock?

He raised his eyebrows behind the dark glasses he wore and watched her for a moment. He couldn't exactly break in if someone else was already breaking in.

Which meant he'd have to confront her.

At least the night was about to get more interesting.

Date: 2011-02-24 07:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com
He watched her go, then sighed and shook his head. Somehow this wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he'd decided to break into LuthorCorp. But she seemed so upset and determined, he figured he'd help her get whatever it was she was looking for and he'd come back for what he was looking for on another night.

He just wondered what the hell was going on with the Luthors this time.

Date: 2011-02-24 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com
It took her less than twenty minutes to find the mainframe for the LuthorCorp network since she had already researched the blueprints, and to download all the information she would need (in addition for some extra projects that looked mildly interesting).

As soon as she was done, she rushed back down to the main floor and was more than a little surprised to find her mysterious enemy/accomplice was in fact still there, watching the door.

"I thought you'd have left by now," she said, staring at him for a moment then pushing the door open and stepping out of the building.

Date: 2011-02-24 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com
"I told you I was going to watch the door," he reminded her, shaking his head a little and then following him outside, re-alarming the system.

Date: 2011-02-24 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com
"Yeah, and obviously I'm stupid enough to just take the word of a masked man in tights, no questions asked," she said, rolling her eyes.

Date: 2011-02-24 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com
He held up his index finger, glaring at her. "They're not tights. It's leather," he responded, voice still distorted.

Date: 2011-02-24 07:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com
"Leather tights," she pointed out, staring at him, "anyway, if the Luthors show up on my door step tomorrow morning, I'll know to thank Robin Hood for it."

Date: 2011-02-24 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com
He rolled his eyes even though she couldn't see him doing so. This woman was annoying. "The Luthors are no friends of mine," he said evenly, pulling his crossbow from his back and taking aim at the roof across the street with a grappling arrow.

"Good luck finding your friend."

Date: 2011-02-24 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com
Chloe blinked and looked at the bow then the arrow, her eyes widening when he shot across the street. Holding her breath the looked at him and took a step closer, "wait."

Date: 2011-02-24 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com
He paused, glancing at her. "What?"

Date: 2011-02-24 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com
"if the Luthors are no friends of yours, we have something in common," she told him, pursing her lips together for a moment, "mind sharing that code?"

Date: 2011-02-24 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com
A small smirk tugged at his mouth. "70-21-18-2-5," he informed her, a little amused. "Good luck." Without waiting for a response, he hit the retract button on his bow and went sailing through the air rapidly.

Date: 2011-02-24 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chloeas.livejournal.com
"70-21-18-2-- woah..." she murmured, stepping forward and watching as the man disappeared on top of the building across the street.

She definitely had to figure out who he was.

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