Bouncer raised her eyebrows slightly at Kitsune, looking toward the door as she processed the fox girl’s question. “I have to be able to see my destination,” she answered slowly. She could use the upstairs windows to get inside and work her way down, but she would have to deal with all the guards herself. Bouncer had absolutely no problem with that, to be clear, but they had a [i]plan.[/i] They were supposed to be a [i]team.[/i] They were supposed to do this [i]together.[/i] Or whatever. 

Bouncer rapped her knuckles lightly against the face of the door, trying to guess how sturdy it was. Judging from the way the knock echoed inside it, it probably wasn’t very strong. That fit with what Bouncer generally expected of doors in bad guy hideouts, but she had kind of thought this place would be more secure than that. Oh well. Maybe Joel had just hyped these guys up too much. 

She stepped back, hands on her hips. “I could break this, yeah, but it’ll probably alert everyone inside that we’re here,” Bouncer said, looking over her shoulder at Kitsune. “Which, y’know, I’m fine with, but you should probably get ready.” 

Bouncer spun on her heel, one hand swinging out to clap Kitsune lightly on the shoulder before air rushed to fill the space she filled in the next instant and the fox-masked hero was alone. The morning breeze echoed gently through the space, carrying the distant song of windchimes and the muffled chaos of Joel’s distraction. Bouncer’s absence extended for fifteen seconds, thirty, forty-five.

Then the door slammed back through its frame with the voice of a cannonball, Bouncer backflipping away from where the soles of her shoes had impacted against it and landing next to Kitsune. She stood with her arms raised in the air like she was some kind of olympic acrobat awaiting the cheers of the crowd, before pulling her masks away from her face to shoot a shit-eating grin at her partner and then vanishing again as she teleported inside.