Nocturnal Creatures [Open to Non-Grouped Criminals, Max 3]

It had been a rather peaceful night thus far, a fact Goro was thankful for. He’d wanted a night to just try and practice longer flights with his battle suit, as the extra weight puts a significant strain on his wings just to lift off the ground. He’d sailed from rooftop to rooftop, mindful to keep out of the streetlights, and had, perhaps almost started enjoying it, when the peace was interrupted by the cry of a child.

Goro scowled beneath his helmet, irritated by the sound, and the scowl only intensified as his Quirk gave him a better view of the girl. She was a mutant. An animalistic one like him, at that. He stepped forward toward the edge of the rooftop, fully intending to get the drop on the two thugs harassing her, only to stop as a purple blur caught one of their fists.

A huge purple cat-man took one of the thugs down almost effortlessly, but the other ran off like a coward. His escape was short-lived, as the moment he left the alleyway Goro dropped, seemingly from the sky, landing right on the thug’s head. He leapt from his head as quickly as he’d landed, and swung his wing as he did into the thug’s back. The spikes on his wings, as blunt as they were, still left a few scrapes, and the weight of the wing itself knocked the man off his feet.

Once the adrenaline had worked itself from Goro’s body, he turned to face the kid, only to remember who’d made the thug run in the first place. The way the cat-man spoke, and the colour of his fur, reminded Goro of a particular user he was far from fond of in the villain chatroom. PurplePunisher, if he remembered correctly. He had no interest in confronting him right then and there, so he took off back to the rooftops without a word to the unruly grunt he’d beaten.

PurplePunisher, or the Codfather as he’d called himself, was far from someone Goro wanted to associate himself with, but he was also intrigued by him. Over the chatroom, he’d seemed like he was all talk, but the way he fought suggested something more.
Someone who, foolish though he may be, may actually be a threat. Still up on the rooftop, Goro made the decision to follow Codfather for the moment.

The Codfather sauntered off, only to pause so quickly that Goro didn’t even need to move to another rooftop to keep a good view of him. As Codfather pulled out his phone, Goro brought out his tablet and waited. A few minutes later, his suspicions were confirmed, as new messages indeed popped into the villain chatroom. That cat-man was definitely PurplePunisher.

PurplePunisher: Well, I just beat the shit out of some guy who was trying to mug a little mutant girl.

PurplePunisher: I may not be pure hearted, but kids is where I draw the god damn limit.

PurplePunisher: Thugs these days.

Goro huffed under his mask, unimpressed. What was he trying to do, acting virtuous in a chatroom formed for villains such as them? Did he expect a pat on the back, a standing ovation from a crowd of lowlifes and killers, for doing something good? It wasn’t as if Goro disagreed with Purple’s actions, he rather appreciated that someone else was putting thugs like that in their place, but his attitude was annoying. For someone who talked so much about his hatred of vigilantes, he still seemed to carry the same thought processes as one.

The rest of the chatroom responded exactly as Goro had expected. Mockery, mostly, combined with warnings about Purple getting too big for his britches, but for some reason this pissed Goro off more than Purple’s own messages had. Even if Purple was a self-righteous fool, he was easier to stand than those who saw the title of villain as a simple excuse to do whatever they pleased for their own entertainment. They would never be convinced to do something worthwhile with their time, while someone like Purple who was already convinced their life should be spent doing ‘the right thing’ could at least be swayed eventually.

xxBlackOutRogueDevilxx: At the very least, we can agree there, Purple. Imbeciles like those two don't deserve any mercy.

The moment Goro hit send, he realised his mistake. Worse still, Purple had immediately picked up on it. Despite the helmet in the way, Goro motioned as if pushing his glasses back up and sighed.

PurplePunisher: Those... two?

PurplePunisher: How did you know there were two? I only mentioned one.

The cat-man’s paranoia was painted all over his face as his head turned this way and that, a couple times turning right toward the rooftop Goro had situated himself on but luckily never quite spotting him. He was glad that Purple was moving so slowly, or remaining hidden between rooftops would start proving difficult. An excuse came quickly to the bat, and he wasted no time at all replying.

xxBlackOutRogueDevilxx: Did you?

xxBlackOutRogueDevilxx: People like that usually come in groups. Too cowardly to act on their own.

xxBlackOutRogueDevilxx: So, I made an assumption. Big deal.

Unfortunately, Purple didn’t look convinced. He still seemed paranoid, glancing around for a few seconds more before heading off again toward a store. Goro waited until the cat’s attention was elsewhere before leaping onto the next rooftop, then he checked the chatroom once more. Purple had replied, pretending to accept Goro’s excuse, but his behaviour made it rather obvious the reality was anything but.

From his vantage point atop the roof, Goro could just barely see into the shop windows, only just making out the cat-man near the register. He watched as Purple seemed to chat politely with the shopkeeper for a few minutes, then tilted his head to one side as the shopkeeper left and Purple immediately took the opportunity to rob the place. Considering the counter he’d shattered, it was likely cigars he’d taken, but Goro was too far to actually make out what was in the cat-man’s arms. Even with the distance, Goro could hear the ear-splitting sound of glass breaking and the security alarm wailing in his mind. His ears hurt just thinking about it.

Purple slipped into a back alley, and Goro waited until he seemed to look away before leaping onto one of the surrounding buildings. He hadn’t a clue what Purple was planning, or if he had caught onto Goro’s actual location somehow, but there was no sense in exposing himself if that degree of uncertainty remained.