A woman on the rooftops

He's barely made it three rooftops when he spots someone, alarmingly close to his home. While she is wearing black in an effort to blend in, her pale skin and red hair giver her away in a heartbeat.

The redhead wore a black spandex leotard that showed off her shapely thighs. The neckline was a deep 'V' which also showed off plenty of skin. A black domino mask obscured her face, though if he ran into her on the streets he was sure he'd recognize her. He had run into her a few times over the last few weeks. She was new to the scene, maybe 19 or 20, part of the new wave of heroes. And sloppy, as most of the young people are.

Her name was the Scarlett Phantom. She had some control over the ethereal, which she used to her advantage. However, while many called her a hero, just as many called her a villain. She was more of a Robin Hood figure. stealing from the fat cats in the Villiage and spreading the love to the poor. It wasn't all glitz and glamour though. On a few occasions she'd stolen from Monarch, and they do not play nice. Even more intriguing were whispers of her working with The Burned.

She was just sitting on the edge of a building, blissfully unaware of Caleb observing her. She was swinging her feet and admiring the stars. The moon was out, still shattered in two from The Marvelous' battle with Andromeda. Her long, wavy red hair looked beautiful in the moonlight, and her lips almost called out to him.

Shaking away his sexual desires, which was clearly the goal of Phantom's outfit, Caleb focused on the facts. She was waiting for someone, and he was known to frequent this part of town. She could very well be waiting for him. Considering she appeared not to be a threat, but still considering her reputation, he summoned a hidden dagger in his left hand and approached her.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," she purred, rolling into a standing position. "The famous Cloak and Dagger."

"So you were waiting for me," he replies, not getting any closer.

"I'm glad we could meet more..." with a twirl of her fingers an ethereal wind blew Caleb's hood off, the fabric fading into the night air. He wore his own Domino mask. "...intimately."

"I doubt that was the only reason you waited for me?"

"Always the suspicious one," she jabs, taking a few steps closer. "Which explains the dagger in your hand." She's right in front of him now. "But what's life without a little risk?"