Laurel had taken to patrolling Hell's Kitchen whenever she was in town. She was always too restless in her hotel room and longed for the rush of adrenaline in her veins while jumping from rooftop to rooftop. She leapt across a particularly wide gap between buildings, rolling into a tumble to soften her landing.
It was an unusually quiet night. Laurel had started her patrol by thwarting a mugging and then quickly moved on to find another target, though her efforts so far were unsuccessful. Daredevil must really have been busy tonight, she thought. Recently, she'd noticed that wherever she ended up chasing down a thug or fighting off would-be rapists, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was never far behind.
The past few nights had been filled with witty banter and an increased appreciation for his fighting ability. On occasion, Laurel had been convinced that Daredevil somehow knew where his opponents were going to strike before they'd even moved. His movements were so fluid and precise. She'd seen him take down assailants with a powerful kick or jab without even turning to look in their direction.
Laurel crossed another roof and came to a sudden stop. She turned quickly and saw Daredevil on the roof directly to her right. He never disappoints, she mused. "I was wondering when I would be seeing you tonight," she called out to him. His response was a quick jump; he arced through the air and landed just opposite her.
"Are you following me?" Laurel asked with a coy smile, taking a step closer to her fellow masked vigilante. She could see the definition of his muscles outlined underneath his sinfully tight costume.
"Definitely not, Canary," he answered. He closed the distance between them with two quick steps, leaving only the tiniest of gaps. "We just happen to go after the same scumbags. A mere coincidence," he said, smirking at her.
"Every single night?" Laurel replied, arching her eyebrow. "I'm starting to think you might have a thing for me," she whispered, trailing a lone finger down the length of his torso. He inhaled deeply, as if trying to memorize her scent. Laurel looked up at him as he leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.