Zero Hour - Saturday, June 24, 2000, 7:14 PM
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Now that's an odd sight, even for this city. There's a man leaning on a brick wall that acts as
a sort of guard rail atop one of the taller apartment buildings here. Actually, that's not so 
unusual... the unusual part is that instead of being clad in skintight spandex or kevlar, he's 
wearing a pair of faded bluejeans and a green hooded sweatshirt, which keeps most of his face 
in shadow. He is breathing the deep breaths of a seasoned athlete after a workout.

Atop the next roof rests a figure in gray. She decided it was time to change back to her old 
costume, with a few refinements. The purple was enjoyable but all cats should be gray in the 
darkness. Or so the quote goes. Catwoman isn't really out for a job tonight. She just spent 
the last three hours watching a warehouse, which will be her, target in about two weeks. Until 
then, she will just do her vigil during the strike hours. A nice workout would be good when 
she gets back to her apartment. Spotting the figure on the wall, she hesitates. Not one of 
the odd-balls of Gotham apparently as he doesn't wear a costume. She can't resist, as curiosity 
is a downfall for her type. Slinking out of the shadows, in his line of sight, she moves to the 
edge of the rooftop across from where he rests. "If you are going to jump, at least do it during 
the day when you can give the locals the thrill of watching," she calls out, smirking a bit.

The man sighs a bit as he pulls back up his hood a bit, revealing his closes eyes and lower face.
"Great... first I ran into the other lady in purple while I'm trying to work out and now I...." 
he then opens his eyes and takes in the view, a grin coming across his goatee'd face. "Hmmm... 
you're not in the purple anymore, kitty cat... whatever happened to the Queen of Thieves?"

"Royal purple is a bit too obvious, don't you think?" Catwoman asks as she stands there on the 
edge of the rooftop. Reaching into her boot, she withdraws the whip she always has with her. 
Careful to make sure you can see her movements, she uses the whip to swing over to the wall you 
are resting upon, staying a good distance back so you don't feel threatened. "I still hold the 
title though, despite the change of clothes. What brings you to Gotham?" She doesn't sit, 
instead standing easily as she begins to recoil the whip.

Oliver Queen grins a bit as he watches the whip move. "My two feet and occasionally, my 
hitch-hiking thumb." he says in that low growl of a voice as he watches you. "And the grey 
suits you too. Then again, I think you might make anything look good." Yep. The archer is as 
Silver-tongued as ever.

"Don't play coy with me. That's my job." The whip is tucked away again as Catwoman smirks. 
She crouches down on the wall, getting comfortable apparently. Whether you like it or not. 
She didn't bother asking. "This isn't usually your turf so something must have tempted you 
into Gotham. Since I somehow doubt it was to critique my fashion sense."

Oliver Queen motions to his own garments. "You're right... and as you can see I am clearly in 
no position to talk." he says as he returns the smirk. Green leather has now been exchanged for 
a uniform from the Salvation Army. "No, I didn't come here to become the Mister Blackwell of 
the vigilante community."

Catwoman frowns a bit, which is quite obvious since the mask doesn't hide the lower half of 
her face. Still avoiding the question. She finds that annoying. "Then allow me to take up that 
role. You look like crap." She can be rather blunt when she chooses to be. Glancing away, she 
considers the other rooftops in the area, always on the lookout for the bat.

Oliver Queen actually laughs at your response. "No... really?" he says with sarcasm dripping 
off his tongue like water off a duck's back. He too glances the other way, as if he were 
looking for someone. "You really wanna know why I'm here?" he says as he takes a step away 
from the wall. Of course, he knows you want to know. He's just been playing cat and mouse with
the answer... you really hate it when someone else does that to you. "Well, I might say it's 
because this city always needs one more stinking do-gooder running around fighting the 
sociopaths and the gangsters."

"In other words, you're slumming?" Catwoman asks, not budging from her position although you 
moved a bit. She turns her head back to track your progress. "As long as you stick to the 
sociopaths and gangsters, I have no gripe with you. We could use a few less of those so we 
honest criminals can get back to work." That is accented with a bright smile and a wink. 
"If you decide to start on me too though, it could get ugly. So lets just agree now to stay 
out of one another's way, shall we?"

Oliver Queen grins. "Well, you're not breaking the law right NOW, are you? Last time I 
checked, wearing a costume and jumping around rooftops wasn't an arrestable offense... good 
way to get sent to the loonybin, maybe". He paces a bit, gradually moving closer to you.

"I wasn't referring to now and you know it." Catwoman rises to a standing position as you start
to move closer, preferring to be on her feet in that circumstance. "I mean in the future if 
you plan to stay in town for an extended period of time." The whip is now completely gone from 
sight at least. She seems relaxed but much closer and she might not be for long.

Oliver Queen grins. "I wouldn't worry about me... in this city, I'm as much of an outlaw as you 
are. At least, to the real authorities I am... I assume that's who you're nervously watching 
the skyline for. The prince of darkness himself... "

Catwoman lets out a faint laugh and nods. "Unlike some people, he seems to think he must harass 
me even when I am doing nothing more than taking a stroll along the rooftops. Easier to avoid 
muggings up here, after all." If you think that's all she was up to, she would be shocked. 
But it sounds good at least.

Oliver Queen nods. "I'd honestly be surprised it you were trying to avoid muggers up here." he 
grins. "Or that there would be any muggers that stupid to mess with you left in this city..."
He shrugs.  "But yeah... I'm counting the days until he finds out I'm here and tries to get me 
out of Dodge... thought for a minute he sent you and that other one to tell me in a person." 
His face wrinkles a bit from what you can see under the hood.