The first words out of Alfred's mouth were, "Who the hell are you?"

The hero stood straight, making sure he was not distracted, imposing on the other, taller figure. He examined the man, scanning him for any sign of danger. He noted the attire, a pair of ski goggles, a hat and scarf, and a black hood. No part of his skin was visible. "I am one of those called 'supers', like you, Eagle. I must admit, however, we are not of the same profession, Mr. Hero." He said the word with a disdain that could cut. 'He must not like heros', Alfred thought. His rough, rumbling voice somehow came loudly from the scarf muffling it.

Alfred frowned, and stepped back, not trusting this man at all. Something about him made a chill crawl up his spine. He was about to reply, when his eyes widened. That chill had gotten more intense, and he glanced back to realize that there was in fact, a giant crystal of ice growing up from the floor, about to encase the hero. He quickly swerved around to kick it, shattering the hooded man's creation.

"What the hell? Look, it's not common for me to see another super around here, and the ones I have seen have all been villains. You're teetering on the edge there, bud, though if you are, you're the most forward villain I've seen," Alfred said, turning back to face the other, eyes narrow, a deep set frown on his face. "So cut the crap. Are you a villain?"

"My, my, Eagle. You really are not friendly. I'm not a hero, I'm not a villain. I am simply a hired man, finding work. And my work as of now... Is you." A small chuckle came from the man.

"Hired? By who? And why would anyone be interested me?" Of course, Alfred knew why. He was a hero, whose true identity was under wrap- his enemies would love to get that information. The media would love to get it. Hell, the cops would love to get their hands on it. But that wasn't really what he was asking. He was asking who, but not too directly. He wanted to get his own information.

If only Alfred could see the smile on the other's lips. He'd have punched him in the face then and there. "Oh, well... I suppose you shall find out, if they want you to know. Let's just say, everything I do, is all a part of the job. So, no hard feelings, da?" He said, stepping forward just a bit. "Since, da, it is my job to watch you now, Little Eagle."

Alfred stepped back, the words off putting. Not paying attention, he nearly stepped off the edge of the building, but felt himself pushed back by ice. His glare turned to confusion. "Watching me? What the fuck are you, a stalker? Spy? Well, if you are, you're doing a pretty shit job. Aren't spies, like, not supposed to be known?" He asked, and huffed, irritated that he wasn't getting the info he wanted. Just what was this man- and the person he claimed to be working for- trying to do?

"Well, you see, my employer has quite the grudge against you. So, they have asked me to make my presence known, simply because they want to... get on your nerves."

"If they wanted that, they wouldn't need to hire anybody. They seem able to do a good job of it."

"Hm... Well, I do agree, but who am I to turn down what is basically free money, da? Heh. I do hope you enjoy the feeling of being watched, hero." He stepped back once more, and looked down at him again. Then, as if he were about to blow a kiss, he lowered his scarf to blow a breath of snowy air, fogging up the area in front of Alfred for a few moments. Just long enough for him to make his escape.

A fleeting voice caught Alfred's ears. "You won't know when I am here..." It faded, and he thought he was alone once more. When he turned around, however, it reappeared, "... But you will always feel me watching."

He quickly turned back around, but there was no one there. He frowned deeply, and crossed his arms. He stood there for a few moments, looking about the area to try and locate where this new, icy rival had gone. But there was not even a trail of snow for him to follow. Alfred gave a huff, and quickly left. He needed a distraction.

He didn't want to admit it, but he was feeling paranoid right now. And Alfred suspected, that's what the man had wanted. Get on his nerves...? More like make his nerves jumpy. He wouldn't let this get to him, no. Not even when he could feel eyes boring into the back of his head, or think he caught a glance of a hooded figure as he traverse the rooftops. A distraction. He decided his patrol would take a bit longer than usual, nearly staying out to midnight. Alfred couldn't help it, though. He needed to shake this feeling.

Finally, he gave in to his body's need to sleep, after he nearly felt himself fall off a roof, eyes closing for only a second before gravity took it's turn on him. He caught himself in time, however, and headed home. He was sure to take a long, complicated, and fast route before he got there, however, and used the secret entrance into the basement. He went upstairs, and didn't even bother to turn on the lights. he headed straight for his bedroom, throwing off the helmet/mask he wore, and collapsed onto bed. His eyes were closed before he hit the pillow.