moved.

 “  would it kill you to not stroke your own ego for a second?  ”  so what if she did? what if she did miss him? these days of tag teaming with the bat when the time calls for it has lifted tons of weight off her shoulders. even if it’s unethical and illegal to be dealing with him. something inside cannot simply let the past be the past. terry doesn’t make it easy for dana to remind her that they were utterly an item. perhaps-- more than a popular item,  “  you can sleep on the couch if it makes you feel safe,  ”  she teased while she turns on her heel to step away from the grand window of her apartment. snow pillowing through gotham will keep the criminals locked up inside for a while, the city should be resting from its activity anyway. dana retired to her open kitchen to dig through her fridge, she was starting to get hungry,  “  take out’s gonna be a negative so if you’re hungry, help yourself.  ”

 “  and i thought i was bad,  ”  chuckles of her own spill between words, a raised brow in quirkiness to his prideful comments. now, terry may have had influence but where her knowledge lies is entirely a mystery-- and she kept it that way for years. it’s never been relevant until now. with the lock still in tact, she hardly had to use her own power to break it open in order to get them both inside,  “  unfortunate for you, i’ve had some practice before i met you,  ”  her tone was sweetened with flare and a little scrunch to her nose, entering the area of an abandoned building for their investigation. a way to spend quality time on a friday night: a murder case and a stake out. fun.

𝑩𝑼𝑪𝑲𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝑲𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾 and gives natalia a little look. ❝ not when they involve a gun being pointed at me, ❞ comes sarcastic drawl of a response. he doesn’t know her well, not like his counterpart does — but the winter soldier is being strangely silent, leaving bucky to deal with this interaction on his own. ❝ let me guess. you also have a target here. ❞ unsurprising, given the location. still, he hadn’t expected to meet her like this. ❝ i’m not going to interfere. we have our own thing going on. ❞

DISTRUST LEAVES A NASTY TRAIL, difficult to wash away once the rumors and the questionable actions were seen to be true. not everything was under his control. nor were her own actions. the past is dead, right? but how can that be when the very figure in front of you has hardly changed since the last time they’ve encountered each other? he may not remember-- but she certainly does. every piece of memory stapled to her brain, rushing to the frontal in a flashback. a cocked brow at his words sends the message that she’s displeased with the situation already-- she’d rather be alone,  “  wilson didn’t drag you out here, did he?  ”  and she would ring his neck if he did. with her weapon lowered, shoulders stayed tight.

“ not sure you’re qualified to be the night guard, felicia, ” the cat is quick, sure she’s already gotten her claws on something of highest value. it’s been a while since she’s been on a chase… and she’s fully prepared for one. “ doubt they look for someone who makes theft a pastime—- a random jewelry store wasn’t enough to satisfy you for the night? ”

TISK, TISK, TISK -- she should know her better by now,  “  ooh,  ”  the kitten purrs,  “  we’re frisky, tonight,  ”  perfectly still, the night’s watch was busy sleeping off during their hourly session of keeping tabs of the place. taking the perfect opportunity to sneak in and grab what she really came for. soft brown eyes linger lower to search the bat’s suit from bottom to top. observing every piece of weaponry and curve while she was at it,  “  y’know-- it’s been a while since i saw you--  ”  the way her digits would glide along a marble edge to step closer and closer to where her prize would be. if she didn’t return with it by the morning, her head would surely be stuck on a pike all over the news-- not cute,  “  changed your hair?  ”  diamond claws were closer as she lingered by a piece of contemporary scrap (at least in her eyes, it was scrap.)