The First Meeting. With chloeas.

[olliequeen]

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.

Comments

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He paused, glancing at her. "What?"

[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?"

[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.

[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.