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[hr][center][b]November 8th, 2017[/b]
[sub]Manhattan, New York City, Earth[/sub][/center][hr]
[indent][b]“There’s a shipment moving in from Gotham, so you know it’s going to be big, cat. Real big. But are you sure you want to steal from Wilson Fisk? The fat man has paid a lot of money to keep this on the down low.”[/b]

A coy smirk ran across Felicia Hardy’s lips, her pupils glistening like sapphires for a moment as she perused the thought. Wilson Fisk had been a present force in her life since her first year of college and despite the meddling of Spider-Man, her desire for revenge on The Kingpin of Crime had not diminished with time. And while she knew that her friend in Gotham was more than aware of her “relationship” with Fisk, it was still a question that had to be asked. Questions had made Felicia stop and think about a situation before going headfirst into trouble before, but for the first time in several months she had no doubt and no restraint. She was not scared of The Kingpin or his connections. She had suffered too much for him to not suffer a little back—and this time she had the upper hand.

[b][color=A5B0BA]“And the fat man is going to lose a lot of money.”[/color][/b] The metahuman thief cooed, hands buried in her winter coat.

[b]“If this falls on our asses? I’m running to a monastery in Bhutran. I don’t want The Kingpin’s dogs on me. I saw what happened to Lester Witz.”[/b]

Margaret Pye wasn’t the only one who remembered Witz’s fate at the hands of The Kingpin’s top enforcers. Felicia vividly recalled the “message” sent to New York’s underbelly after Fitz made off with something close to The Kingpin with a fleeting idea that he could make the bank by selling it to the global market or the feds. Lester Witz didn’t know The Kingpin had ties to actual, one-hundred percent, authentic ninjas. Lester Witz was tortured in Chinatown for sixteen days before he broke. Lester Witz didn’t cover his tracks or understand who The Kingpin was. But then again, that was the difference between a professional like the Black Cat and an ignorant schmuck like Lester Witz. Felicia knew better. But that didn’t help her associate in Gotham’s nerves any less. The Kingpin was a horror story a thousand times worse than Harvey Dent or Oswald Cobblepott. It made sense to be nervous. 

Felicia may have been devil-may-care about the whole thing, but she wasn’t stupid; and she sure as hell didn’t want her associates to end up on the other end of a yakuza wedding. No one would work with her if she was that reckless. And she knew she [i]needed[/i] people to want to work with her. Especially if she was going to head into New Jersey and tempt fate by committing a robbery in [i]Gotham.[/i] A crazy idea without The Kingpin added into the mess.

[b][color=A5B0BA]“Magpie. It’ll only happen if you think it’ll happen.”[/color][/b] She moved her right hand out of her coat, placing it on the brunette Gothamite’s shoulder. [b][color=A5B0BA]“Besides, all of the risk is on me. This cat is doing the legwork.”[/color][/b]

Margaret nodded. [b]“Unless The Caped Crusader screws everything up.”[/b]

Felicia let out a stifled giggle, [b][color=A5B0BA]“If I can handle Spider-Man, I can handle The Batman and his little pet bird.”[/color][/b]

To anyone but Felicia Hardy it may have sounded crazy to hand wave the dynamic duo as a non-issue. But Felicia had heard enough stories and watched enough footage to notice that the prestigious Dark Knight of Gotham was getting slower. The key factor for this robbery was doing it carefully and not bringing either vigilante into it if at all possible—though she knew to prepare for the occasion.

[b][color=A5B0BA]“Besides, they won’t even be an issue if we time it right.”[/color][/b]

[b]“Holy shit. You’re worse than Catwoman.”[/b]

If Felicia had a tail it would've been trailing behind her.
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