He offered her a smile, the expression equal parts winning and devious somehow, and then he was pushing up off the roof. He took them up high and fast, not wanting to be seen -- there was a fair number of things New Yorkers would dismiss, but he doubted that a flying man was one of them -- and within minutes they were coming back down in an alley somewhere presumably in the vicinity of objective's apartment. He kept his arm around her long enough to make sure she had her feet back under her, and then he was ducking out of her hold.
He'd ask what she'd thought of flying, but he was more interested in the ability that awaited them.
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Date: 2010-03-31 08:13 am (UTC)He'd ask what she'd thought of flying, but he was more interested in the ability that awaited them.