A Villain's Work

"Stand back." Jack waited for the bank manager to step away, then he flexed his right hand, a sheen of yellow light formed around it, more colors joining it until Jack reached his hand forward, disintegrating the lock and ripping the door open from the inside, breaking one of the door's hinges. Jack took the duffel bag off his back and filled it up with bills. Jack dropped the bag on the ground, cracked his knuckles and concentrating, light and electricity flowing around his hands. Then there was a flash of light and all the lights and computers in the bank went down.

"What the hell was that?" asked the bank manager, rubbing his eyes.

"Electromagnetic pulse, kills any tracking devices," Jack hefted the full sack of money over his shoulders. Jack walked out into the main foyer of the bank. Lights were flashing through the window, blue and red, and Jack sighed.

"Come out with your hands up, we have the building surrounded," came the megaphone message from outside. Jack checked to make sure his mask was still in place. It was an ornate mask, made of paper mache and designed to draw attention to itself. The rest of the outfit were a pair of basic black sweat pants and sweat shirt with black loafers from Wal-mart. Jack had wanted to be as non-descript as possible so the mask was the only thing they could report. Assured that the mask was firmly in place Jack walked outside and raised his hands.

The police had a barracade set up and there must have been at least a dozen officers with guns aimed at him. Jack looked up to the sky. Light and electricity began to coalesce around his entire body and an instant later Jack was a streak in the sky, leaving the cops and the bank miles behind him as he flew away.

He landed on the roof of his dorm and took the mask off, gathering energy about his hand and disintegrating the mask. He checked his watch on his other hand. "Shit, I'm going to be late for class."

Jack went through the roof entrance and down the stairs to his dorm. He tossed his duffel full of cash under his bed and quickly changed into jeans and a polo shirt, grabbed his regular book bag and headed off to his world civ class. If he ran he just might make it.

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OOC: Jack is obviously the villain of the story. What I'm looking for is a female to play the hero. She'd also be a college student by day and a super hero by night. As college students the two become friends and eventually lovers, while their alter-egos are at each other's throats. His daring bank robberies can't be stopped by the police and so the female lead takes it upon herself to stop this evil villain. As the story goes forward his thefts become bolder and he learns to harness his powers as weapons so there could even be a few fight scenes.

Any lady interested in the part is welcome to drop an OOC here, though I'd prefer a PM. You'll have alot of freedom to create on your own, friends, family, we can even work on the storyline together.

Thanks!

Faceclaim: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/45/ef/7c/45ef7ca59f089ca0bb4ebc7c650f98da.jpg
Costume: http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/010/3/f/mord_sith_by_mordsithcara-d71lz19.jpg
Mask: http://www.caufields.com/productimages/Halloween/Mask/Images/52149.jpg

Gabrielle slowly sits up from her bed, stretching with a noisy yawn. The first class of the spring semester would be starting in thirty minutes. With a clap, she listens to the sounds bouncing off the walls, searching for the television remote. It lies across the room on the mini fridge, meaning she would have to get up to get it. Her body is sore from her activities the night before.

With a chuckle, she considers the activity that might make most college girls sore, but she simply did not have the time for that. She had much more unusual extracurricular activities. Of course, no intelligent person would suspect the studious blind girl to be out serving justice where the police and courts failed. In this city, they often did. She'd lost many to the corrupt an ineffective system.

She moves towards the wardrobe, feeling each tag for the Braille she'd added, choosing her outfit carefully. She ends up with blue jean shorts, a tank, a leather jacket, and converse high tops. Not the typical clothes of someone studying to be a lawyer, but there is little typical about Gabrielle. Continuing through her morning routine requires a knowledge of the room, an occasional noise, and a careful evaluation of her surroundings.

Some might call her disabled, but she does not. Her other senses are heightened, the small noises most people would never notice prevalent to her. It took so much training to block them out. Finally ready, she grabs her stick and makes her way out of the dorm, smirking as she receives some curious looks. It used to insult her, the way they watched. But now she is used to it.

World Civilization is her first class, a general education requirement she has little interest in. She sits in the front row, letting her stick lean against her desk as she stares blankly forward. She hears a joke from the back of the class, only a whisper, but she laughs, unable to help herself, keeping quiet and listening to her surroundings

He was late. Jack could have flown here from his dorm room and been early, but that would have been a bit of a give-away. And the whole point of that stupid mask and the non-descript clothing was to retain his anonymity. Cops would never suspect a college kid who was always late to Western Civ of being a bank robber.

The professor glared as Jack walked in. Jack shrugged an apology and the professor continued the lesson as Jack attempted to find a seat. It was the first day of spring semester, maybe the prof would cut him some slack if he was early to the next few classes. He spotted a seat up front. Oh no. He had to sit between a fat kid and a cute redhead. The cute redhead was fine, but he was going to have to lean toward her to not touch the fat kid. Jack couldn't think of a single way this wouldn't be awkward.

"Excuse me, sorry," he whispered as he sat down between them. He wasaalready leaning toward the redhead. He put his bookbag on his lap,unzipped it, pulled out a notebook and a pencil amd put the bag on the floor between his feet. He tried to take notes but the class was all first day stuff, reviewing the ssyllabus and an overview of 'their communal adventure through history.' He hoped western civ would be better than modern civ. Last semester he learned he was evil because he was a white male.

That wasn't what made him evil.

So his mind wandered. Some of the hour he spent contemplating his next heist, soome of the hour he spent contemplating the hot girl next to him and trying to think of aa good pick-up line.

When the lecture ended Jack turned to the redhead and said, "So, come here often?"

Gabrielle opens up her laptop, listening as the professor gets ready to start class. She knows she'll recieve copies of all power points and information in a form she can understand, so she rarely needs to pay attention. With a blank stare, it's difficult for teachers to determine if she's paying attention. It's a perk she enjoys, and she is studious enough to make up for her lack of attention.

Her head moves toward the sound of a noise, someone moving towards her, most likely a student late for class. She smirks a little, shaking her head as she listens to him make his way to the desk beside her. It's difficult not to laugh at his awkwardness, but she manages to keep it in. Her head turns to look towards the person. Judging by the weight and the way they walked, the person sitting beside her is a man.

"No problem," she grins, leaning forward, not exactly looking him in the eye, just in his general direction. She gives him another smirk before taking some notes on her laptop, her eyes staring into the general direction of the professor. She's read ahead in the class, having started the textbook over break. It's all simple review, boring but bearable.

As the rest of the class starts packing up, she hears his voice and grins, putting away her things and grabbing her stick."Does that usually work on girls? Because I can't tell if you're hot or not," she laughs, holding out her hand to him. "I'm Gabrielle," she says, looking a little to his left. "Your voice is nice. I'll give you that." She stands up, moving her stick around to guide herself. "Assuming you're cute and not busy, would you like to go hang out?"

So she was blind. That was... different. But then again, he was pretty different too. He wasn't sure how he felt about this, but Jack was willing to at least get a bagle with her. Besides, she was wicked hot.

"I'm Jack," he said as he took her hand, shaking it firmly, careful not to crush it, "and I don't know if that line works on other girls, you're the first one I've tried it on. And yeah, I've got some time to kill. We could hit the cafeteria, get a Coke or a coffee or something. I was going to waste the hour or so before my next class studying, but really, I don't think we came to college to get an education or anything."

He put his notebook and pencil away then started to help her and stopped himself. "Uh, do you want help with any of this? And for the record, I'm asking because I'm noble and gallant and trying to impress you, not because I think you need help. Hell, you got here without me, right?"

Gabrielle can't help but blush a little at his flirtation. She rarely goes on dates, and when she does, they don't end well. It's a bit of a surprise to find someone not completely thrown off by her blindness, a relief even.she smiles at him, biting her lip.

His grip is firm, but not painful. She can feel every detail of his skin, the lines on his palm, the callouses, the softer slots. It's a nice feeling against her sensitive skin. "That's a nice handshake you've got," she says letting her hand drop back to her side. "And you're funny too," she grins, following him and looking towards him, her heart racing slightly. "A flirt, but funny," she grins, focusing her attention on the sounds of his movements and breathing.

Gabrielle can't control the pink tint on her cheeks as he offers to help her. Normally, she'd feel insulted, but his honesty and humor brings a grin to her face. "I'll be fine. So you're trying to impress little old me? Can I ask why?" She grins, making her way towards the cafeteria, a little nervous what his answer might be

"I'll take all of that as a compliment," Jack said in response to her comments about handshakes and flirting. She couldn't see it, but he smiled at her. Most girls aren't this direct. It was... different.

His heartbeat stayed remarkably steady, a side affect of his powers. When he used his energy abilities his heartbeat increased exponentially to generate the power he used. The rest of the time his super strength kept his heartbeat steadier than a metronome. This had the added bonus of keeping him calm under pressure.

"Honestly? I want to impress you because you're very sexy and I think I'd like to do fun, naughty things with you that would bring us both to incredible heights of pleasure. I'd like to be able to say I want to impressyou because of your winning personality and incredible intellect, but we just met, so for all I know you could be dull as a rock and half as smart." Jack paused just long enough to cut her off when Gabrielle started to respond.

"So I'll make you a deal. You hang out with me a bit, now, and if we like each other we'll go on a date. And if we still like each other after that date, we'll go on another and so on and so forth. The fun, naughty stuff can wait until we actually like each other for more than your amazing body and my wonderful handshake."

Jack thought that was a pretty fair deal. He was hoping Gabrielle would agree with him. If not, well, it had been a pretty good morning already, what with becoming a millionaire and all. Even if she just slapped him it was still a win.

Gabrielle listens to his heart beating, and is surprised to see how steady and calm it is in comparison to her own. He seems confident and used to the blatant flirtations. But he's caught her off guard, a rare and impressive feat indeed. She wonders how obvious her blushing is, hoping its not too obvious this isn't sometging she has experience with.

He's so blunt with his intentions, she stops walking, turning too him, a look of disbelief on her face. But his words affect her in a good way, sending a warmth through her body, her breath catching as she mentions the pleasure he wants to give her. "That... That's..."

Before she can say another word, he stops her, controlling the conversation with ease. She can't see him, but there's a look of near awe on her face, enraptured by his words. "I... I'd like that," she whispers, her cheeks pinker than ever. "And don't worry about my intelligence.im definitely not lacking," she says with a small smile.

Biting her lip, she slowly reaches out, touching his cheek gently, smiling at the warmth of his skin. Her hand moves over his jawline, exploring the edges of his face. "You're beautiful," she says with a small smile before pulling her hand away. "S... Sorry. I just wanted to know what you look like."

"...I'm definitely not lacking."

Jack smiled. "I'm not worried."

Gabrielle put her hand on his face and caressed it gently. She apologized, saying she wanted to see him and that he was beautiful. Jack chuckled. He took both her hands and put them on his face.

"Go ahead, my eyes are closed, get a good look." He grinned. "I've gotten a good look at you, and fair's fair. Just keep your 'eyes' above the waist." He chuckled gently.

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OOC: Short post, sorry, but I think I gave you alot to work with. Jack is built like your typical super human. Muscles rippling and so forth, thanks more to his powers than a workout routine.

Gabrielle smiles as his hands place her small ones back on his face, laughing softly. She moves her hands over his skin, memorizing every detail, giggling softly when a patch of stubble tickles her hand. As she finishes that area, she lets her hands glide over his neck and chest.

"You're definitely strong," she smiles, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. "Some scars too?" She asks, noticing inconsistencies in a few areas. She squeezes the muscles of his arms, admiring his hard body beneath her hands. "I knew you were big. I just didn't realize how much bigger you were than me," she grins, finally letting her hands fall, a slight blush on her cheeks.

"I've never had a guy let me do that," she grins, taking her walking stick that's leaning against the wall back into her hands. "You work out a lot, Jack?" She asks, smiling up at him

Her hands moved gently over his face and chest. She was exploring, seeing, his body the only way she could. It was too functional to be erotic, but there was still something sensual about it, and it was definitely arousing.

Jack smiled at Gabrielle's blush and her comments. She was... innocent was the wrong word, but it was close. His own experiences with sexuality had been rather raw. None of the girls from the fancy prep school he had gone too had been interested in the poor kid who made it there on scholarship and charity. And this Ivy League University was the same thing again: scholarships, handouts and working two or three jobs. Or it was until this morning. His sexual experiences came from hitting the local dives with his construction co-workers and the much older women he had met there.

The bank manager had slowed him down too much. He had to give more thought to the planning of the next job. Of course, he still needed to count the money from the heist, but that could wait.

Jack chuckled at her question. "No, I don't work out at all. Steroids. My secret is steroids. Lots and lots of steroids." He laughed softly. "Cardio, and lots of it, but not at a gym. I bike everywhere, no car, and that helps." Or he did before the whole flying thing. Flying is awesome. "And I do alot of physical labor. I lean on a shovel during the summer months doing construction, and lean on a shovel in the winter doing snow removal. And I used to work weekends at a moving company, you know, to pay for food. However, when my uncle saw my grades after first semester compared to my cousin's grades he offered to pay for my meal plan if I kept my grades up and took away her Lexus until my cousin brought her grades up."

Jack sighed, shaking his head. "Don't feel too bad for her though. Her punishment is that she has to drive the beamer now instead. Poor girl."

"So, enough about my extended family, I think we have a cafeteria to get to. After you."

(Sorry for the short reply)

Gabrielle longs to explore further, but now is neither the time nor place. She wishes she could see the colors and full beauty of him, but she knows she must settle for touching. She remains close to him as he continues speaking, her own heart racing. Her romantic and dating life is minimal to say the least. Between school and being a vigalante, there isn't much time.

She loves his sense of humor, the way he jokes with her. It makes her let down her guard. "I'm on scholarship myself. The rest is money I saved and loans," she says, giving a shrug. "College is way too expensive for anyone," she says before giving him a small smile, holding out a hand for him to take it. "You can guide me if you want," she says, hoping he'll take it.

As they walk,she listens to his heartbeat, steady as ever. "So what are you studying? Any ideas for what you want to do?"

Jack took her hand. He purposely slowed his pace to match hers, like he did when walking with his grandmother. Jack shook his head. Gabrielle was nothing like his grandmother.

"Money. I want to make money. Lots and lots of money. I know I'm supposed to say I want to help children with eczema find inner peace through performance art, or whatever, but I'm not going to lie to you. I have spent most of my life being the poor kid surrounded by rich people and I don't like it. So I am going to make oodles and oodles of money until I have so much I don't have to worry about money. Like own my own jet, retire at thirty and hire someone to do my shoveling kind of rich. I figure by then Ishould have some time to devote to this inner peace stuff."

He paused, considering how that sounded as he navigated them through the doors to the outside, holding the door for Gabrielle and then taking her hand again.

"So, undecided right now, but probably business or economics or accounting. I've always liked mathematics, so maybe a double major. Enough about me, how about you. What do you want to be when you grow up? Is it a model. Don't get me wrong, you've got the body for it, but those runways could be treacherous if you don't have a cane."

Gabrielle squeezes his hand and stoked the back of it with her thumb. She doesn't need the hell, but holding hands with him is nice. It makes her feel safe.she smiles a little as he talks about his dreams, how he wants to escape poverty. "You can always use the money for some good though. Help someone who's going through what you went through," she comments, giving him a small smile. "When you're that rich, you probably won't be able to spend it all."

She blushes and laughs as he says she could be a model, trying to contain her giggles."you're really too sweet. I'm actually better at handling blindness than you might think. You learn to sense things," she smiles over at him. "I want to be a lawyer, so I'm Pre-Law with a double major in philosophy and psychology. I want to make sure people don't have to pay too much for a good defense," she says, not bothering to mention her other activities at night.

"Not have to pay too much for a defense? You're one of those 'teach underwater basketweaving to the inappropriately flatulent' types, aren't you?" Jack gave her hand a squeeze, letting her know he was joking. "And here I am practically quoting Gordon Gecko's greed is good speech. Oh well, I guess I can try to be a better man."

They strolled along the quad, Jack helping her from hitting any mud puddles and sand patches from the melting snow. "I don't think you're helpless. You're living here on your own and all, I know sighted folks who can't handle that. I mean, sure, there are parts of the city you'll want to avoid, but those are the same parts I avoid."

They turned a corner and the cafeteria was right in front of them. "So, why a lawyer? Are your parents attorneys?"

Gabrielle giggles and let's her head lean against his arm as they walk. "I'll try not to judge you too harshly," she grins, squeezing back. He's very different from her, but there's so much sincerity and charm that she can't help but like him. She lets him guide her away from puddles, unable to stop smiling as he watched out for her. If only he knew the places she goes after dark.

As he mentions her parents though, her face changes. "I... I'm actually a foster kid. Never knew my mom. Dad died on the job," she says quietly, squeezing his hand tightly. "He was a great guy though. A cop. And not just there for the action. He really wanted to help people," she says softly, continuing to walk. "I can't really be a cop, but I can do some good as a lawyer."

"Hey, I like your laugh, it's almost as pretty as you." Jack said, nudging his hip against hers playfully as she laid her head on his arm while they walked. It was a sure sign of affection and it made him smile. "Oh yeah? You mean I wouldn't have to throw myself at the mercy of Judge... What IS your last name, anyway? Mines Tessino, Jack Tessino."

"Oh! Oh... That's rough. How long did you have to live in foster care? Was it long?" He rubbed the back of his neck at the mention that her father was a cop. "Yeah? I never met a good cop... But if you say he was, I believe you, I guess." He didn't sound very thrilled talking about the Law.

"So, you want to be a defense lawyer? You want to help Criminals?" He found that notion curious and oddly refreshing. "Why not the prosecution? That's where the money is, and, you know, Justice and all that crap..." He was ready to give her his 'down in the trenches' speech about how hard it is for the little guy on the mean streets, but maybe, just maybe he didn't need to.

Gabrielle blushes and lets out another giggle, returning his nudge with a wide grin. Talking to him comes so naturally, feeling completely at ease with him. Slowly, she lets go of his hand and wraps an arm around his waist, enjoying the closeness. "You sound like James Bomd. I'm Roberts. Gabrielle Roberts," she grins.

She bites her lip as the conversation switches to her childhood. "Six years. I started when I was twelve. I was lucky though. They were a good family and I didn't have to move around like most kids," she says before noticing the tone of his voice. "They aren't as bad as you think. My dad, he did a lot of good. He used to visit some of the people he brought in. Tried to help their situations."

Looking over at him, she gives a small smile. "I'm not in it for the money. My dad didn't let the job end with just bringing them in. He wanted to make sure they were reforming, leaving the crime. The tough on crime stance is just sending criminals back out after long undeserved sentences. Plus, a lot of them are poor. They can't afford a good lawyer to help them. They don't always get the fair trial they deserve."

"Hah! Bond's got nothing on me! I'm WAY cooler! Can't you tell? Your Honor?" He teased. "Or should I call you Judge Roberts?" He asked, playfully as he got into line with her to get something from the cafeteria. They got their orders and sat down before the conversation had turned to the more painful stuff from their childhoods.

"Well, whoever your foster parents were, they must have done a good job. I'd have made their lives a living hell if it was me who lost my dad. Course, my dads a drunk, abusive piece of shit, thus, when I had my choice, I started living with my uncle." He stopped to think about what Gabriella was saying about cops. "Yeah, well, too bad your old man never showed up when my old man was beating the shit out of me and my mom... I might not have grown up hating and fearing them quite so much. He sounds like a really good guy. I'm sorry you lost him, Gabrielle."

He shrugged and folded his arms, critical of her stance that she wasn't out to make money. "I find that hard to buy. Everyone's in it for the money, why the hell else would anyone go through, what, like ten years of school, dig themselves into so much debt that they're going to have to spend the next ten years before they can start living like gods?" He sighed and let his hands flop to the table then lazily picked at his cold fries. "Okay, okay, I get it, so he was super dedicated to his work and believed he could make a difference..."

He popped a fry into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it with a gulp of his soda before he asked her. "So, how many people did he help? I mean, really help? Did he ever get any of them off the streets? Or was he just delaying the inevitable? In my experience, a thug is always a thug, and a junkie always a junkie... I've seen it, these guys who say they've gone legit, or cleaned up their acts. It just takes one little nudge to get most of them back into the shit. Some of them aren't worth wasting time on..."

Jack's jokes make her laugh, but the topics become more serious. As she listens, she places a hand on his knee, using her thumb to stroke him gently. Biting her lip, she gives him a small sympathetic smile. "Your dad sounds really shitty. I would've kicked his ass if I saw that happen," she says quietly , knowing how ridiculous it sounds coming from a blind girl. "But you seem to have turned out alright to me," she says, squeezing his leg.

Gabrielle gives a small smile at the money factor, laughing sodtly. "I think helping people makes it worth it. Besides, I could just marry some rich fat bastard or become the first blind lawyer playboy model," she jokes before humming the song Gold Digger, giggling softly. "No, honestly, I don't care. Maybe I could find more wealthy clients to pay the bills or something. I want a place to live and fold in my stomach, but I don't need much besides that.

Gabrielle smiles as she thinks of her father, taking a bite of her food and swallowing before she answers him. "It wasn't just a nudge. He'd check in, help them find jobs. He tried to find people who really wanted to get out of crime and helped them get resources they needed. It didn't always work, but there's this old story my dad used to tell me. Get ready for a cheezy analogy."

"Starfish keep washing up on a beach, and this guy heads down every night to toss them back in the water so they can survive. There's way too many to get all of them back in the ocean, so this guy asks him why he does it, thinking it doesn't make a difference. The guy tosses another starfish in the ocean and says, 'It made a difference to that one," she finishes before giving Jack a tiny smile.

Jack just about sprung a woody the moment Gabrielle started touching his knee under the table. He had to wonder just how much she could feel with those hands of hers, the way she talked, she could almost 'see' with them. That weirded him out a little bit, but it also turned him on some too. Play it cool, Jack, don't be a horn ball just over a girls touch... He warned himself mentally. Thankfully, the topic of conversation was anything but sexy.

"Yeah, he was a real shit head. I'm glad I got out of there when I did. If I hadn't, one of us would probably be dead by now. Hah! I wish I knew you as a kid, we could have tag teamed the fucker! You and me! Ding ding ding!" He laughed for a moment at the absurd image of a wimpy noodle armed kid and a blind girl taking down a drunk asshole. But then he coughed, nearly choking on a fry. "I turned into a survivor." He croaked out as he reached for his soda and took another big swig to clear his throat. "See? I just avoided choking to death! Yay me!"

"Oh, yuck! I hope you don't marry some fat fucker, ew, what a waste that would be. Yeah, I like the sound of the other one much, much better. Makes ya sound like if Mary Jane Watson and Matt Murdock had a baby." He shook his head, laughing some more. "How about a boyfriend? Don't you want one of those?"

"Hold on just a second, let me put my burger down for this, don't want to risk choking again..." He teased her as she informed him she was about to tell him a cheesy story. "There now, ready, fire away, beautiful!" He said as he let his sandwich plop back down into its wrapper with a soft crinkling sound. He listened to her fathers analogy and nodded slowly. It hit him pretty deeply, but he'd be damned if he let it show. "And then all the dead ones rose up and haunted him till the day he died?" He added, trying to make light of the situation when, in his heart, he desperately wished he'd been one of those lucky star fish that got tossed back into the ocean.

Gabrielle laughs and leans against him, stealing one of his fries and putting it in her mouth. Despite the dark topic, she liked that Jack keeps his sense of humor throughout the conversation, grinning widely at his jokes. "You should be a daredevil, surviving anything people throw at you," she says, looking over at his direction.

She nearly snorts at his response to her comment about marrying some rich old guy. The comment about Matt Murdock is what really makes her crack up. If only he knew how right he was. "You're a comic book geek? My dad and foster parents would read them to me. Wish I could've seen the art though," she says with a small smile. "Definitely wouldn't mind a boyfriend if he can keep up with me," she smiles,

Gabrielle can't see his reaction to the story, only chuckling at finishing off her hamburger. "I don't think that happened, but that would make a fun horror movie. Do you want to head back to my apartment to hang out some more?" She asks hopefully, wanting to learn more about him and spend more time with him. She knows her costume and weapons are locked away, so he won't have the chance to see them and learn of her extracurricular activities.

This was pretty cool, if he wasn't mistaken, Jack thought Gabrielle might actually be falling for him! She was leaning against him and laughing at all his jokes and even eating his fries.

"Are you kidding?! I love, love, love comic books! Er, not that I would admit it if you hadn't first... Yeah, I think you understand. When you don't get to feel powerful, you look for something that can make you feel like you have power, even if its just in your dreams..."

"Hey, why couldn't you? They make all sorts of fancy statuettes of all the most popular characters, you know... You could buy them and, you know, feel them up? That's sort of how you 'see' right? "Keep up with you, huh? Quiz me! I bet you won't be able to stump me once!" He dared her, reaching under the table to touch HER knee.

"Yeah, Night of the Undead Asteroidea!" He continued on with his joke. "Don't let them get their suckers on you or they'll drink your blood!" He squeezed her knee and make wet sucking sounds with his lips. "Oh no! They've got you!" He teased, making a couple more smacking sounds with his mouth.

He was caught off guard by her asking him back to her place, probably the first time his heart had ever skipped a beat, and it took him a moment to answer. "Yes!" He exclaimed, catching himself. "Er. I mean. Yeah, that sounds cool." He tried to sound 'chill' about it.

Gabrielle nods slowly, smiling down at the table. She knows exactly what it means, feeling weak and scared. The day she lost her sight, waking up in the hospital, overwhelmed by her senses but unable to see. She'd lost all control, all power she had to live a normal life. "I know what you mean," she says quietly,

His idea of touching the statuettes bring a huge smile to his face. "I think I'm going to do that! That's something I never even thought of before," she grins, biting her lip gently. "Alright, here's an easy one. What is Captain America's shield made of?" She asks before inhaling sharply as he touches her knee, trying to keep down a moan. Touch definitely is a weakness for her. She feels everything, but amplified. She giggles and blushes a bright pink at his jokes and smacking noises.

When he agrees, Gabrielle reaches over and takes his hand, slowly standing up and guiding him towards the trash can, tossing in her trash before leading him to her apartment, holding his hand tight. "So what color are your eyes and hair" She asks curiously, her thumb stroking the back of his hand

"Hey, don't be sad, you're something else, you know? I mean, you're pretty and into comics, and you obviously have a better moral code than a thug like me..." Jack saw how sad she looked, thinking about her past and wanted to cheer her up.

"Yeah? Cool! I'll have to buy you some! Who's your favorite character? Daredevil, right?" He asked, seriously. "Yeah, who else?" He wanted more than one to pick for her.

"Ooo, now that's actually more tricky of a question that you know. Vibranium, of course, but in the early days it was just made out of chemically treated steel. Now though, I think its some mixture of vibranium and adamantium. Talk about O.P. right?! Cap's just a drug powered man anyway... Give me Tony Stark's collection of suits any day over some stupid shield. His money would be nice too."

He noticed the way Gabe inhaled when he touched her knee and thought he'd hurt her or something. "Hey, you okay? I didn't hurt your knee, did I?" But then he saw her blush. "Oh, did the rabbits get to ya?" He teased, making a couple more sucking sounds, dancing his finger tips up her thigh, pushing things to the very limit.

"Blue and brown." He replied to her question about his appearance as she lead him out and down to her dorm. "Do you have a room mate?" He asked back, wondering if they were actually going to be alone. He thought that maybe he could put the moves on her and maybe even get laid. She was really pretty and she really did seem to be into him.