Capital Rooftops: Cat & Sasha
Cat hadn't been out in nearly a year. Since just after Bruce died, when she'd hit every store and bank near the Manor. She'd had a deathwish then, some desire to get hauled in and put in orange, as if doing time would bring him back, and as if doing time would change anything that transpired between them during that last year. But she hadn't gotten caught, had she? Because even her deathwish was a good thief. And if she had gotten caught? She would've just gotten out, because there wasn't a prison standing that could keep her in.
She had the Russians to thank for that. They were very helpful.
The point was? It had been a while.
And this place? Even the Capital? It wasn't Jersey. too clean, too bright, but the buildings were skyscrapers, and there were alarms that were actually challenging, and Cat would take it. Because however much she protested, and however much she pretended she wasn't hurt that Bruce had visited all of Repose? While ignoring her? Well, it stung.
And Cat hated thorns in her paw.
She was dressed in black from head to toe. Slinky, sleek, boots sturdy and her own goggles up on her head. She stood on that ledge, and she looked down at that beautiful fall, and she chuckled when her sister she couldn't believe they were doing this.
Cat? Cat could absolutely believe they were doing this. This? Was what she did.
Sasha landed, looked around, and Cat? Cat was right behind her. Smile on lush lips, no sound, and she hadn't broken a sweat. And maybe it was cheating. She was genetically improved, which she never, ever forgot, but right now? Right now she just wanted the night wind in her hair, and she wanted the thrill of the chase.
She pointed at a very brightly lit skyscraper, five away, the jumps manageable for Sasha, but still a good run. "Last one there? Cleans the bathrooms in the bar."