Hot Tin Roof Who: Catwoman and Punisher Where: Gotham, the East End When: [Backdated] October 5, night. What: Frank and Selina cross paths in the East End and become fast friends... wouldn't it be funny if that was true? Rating: PG-13
He'd been stalking the night club for some time. Any number of the goons that went in that place deserved to meet the business end of Frank's arsenal, but he waited. One man was on the list tonight. A minor Boss, Frazetta, whose rap sheet included a number of crimes he was never found guilty for. Murders, rapes, assaults. It was likely that each time he walked into that place, another evil act happened at his hands. Which was why Frank was on the roof across, sniper rifle in place, and waiting for his mark.
He was patient, he could wait.
Except when time wasn't in his favor. The sound of a shift in the air, of soft leather on the rooftop that he'd trained himself to listen for, carried to his ear. He paused and waited, trying to triangulate where behind him this new visitor was. If he acted too quickly, he might not be able to avoid a startled gun shot.
"Cold night for a rooftop stroll," he said, his voice like gravel. He let the rifle go, and slowly turned to face the stranger, his hand going for the pistol under his coat and tucked in the back of his pants.