Felicia Hardy

[felinehxrdy]

{ @blackpcnthcr​ }

It was rare to not find Felicia out every night, the girl didn’t get the nick name “party-Hardy” for no reason. Each occasion had a reason behind it: sometimes it was a job, sometimes it was meaningless fun ... But sometimes it was like these nights. Nights she felt like it was time to spoil herself, dress in gala and go to an new art exhibition opening. Before dropping out of college, Felicia had been an art major in hopes to refine her talent of having an eye for the finer things. Dress to impress, Felicia wore a bold royal blue mermaid style satin dress to showcase her curves. Her hair loosely pinned up, with some wavy strands that caressed her neck and shoulders.  Felicia stood in front of a painting that was brought from another country, completely in love with it  ❝ Wow... It’s so brave and bold, resembles the impressionist movement ❞ Thought Felicia at loud when the guy who had attached himself to her like tumor spoke nothing but idiocy.  ❝ Go away, you are ruining my moment ... Seriously, some people do not deserve to be born into their status ❞ The guy had been someone with money, someone who you’d think had taste and class. Clearing her mind, she decided to focus on the painting. Her hand hovering over her heart; it’s been a long time since a boy gave her palpitations but art ... She could always count on that to make her feel something.

[felinehxrdy]

Felicia Hardy :: Apartment

Felicia never did get into the business of stealing because of she had been in need of something. Her mother had come from old money while her dad... He made sure to put food on the table whatever means. Felicia will not judge someone for having less but she is the kind of girl that loves to splurge and enjoys the luxurious that money can buy. However, she is not dumb enough to fall under money’s spell and making it her priority. 

[leyto]

[felinehxrdy]

notdaredcvil:

It would take hell and high water to stop Matt Murdock frequenting Josie’s bar, and it would definitely take more than a power swap to stop him gracing her door, even if she didn’t particularly appreciate his presence (she teased him, but deep down, she adored him and Foggy. At least, Matt was pretty convinced she did). His enhanced senses were gone, replaced with a strength that buzzed in his fingertips and a spider sense that told him about dangers in the vaguest of ways, which was probably the only reason that the voice that appeared beside him was able to catch him slightly off guard. The woman’s perfume, though, was immediately recognisable, albeit through a foggy haze of whatever the hell had happened that night. “Small world,” Matt replied, a smirk on his face. “Josie, can I have two of those instead please?” Josie made a sound in the back of her throat which Matt took as agreement. “So, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Don’t tell me you came looking for me,” Matt teased.

She was glad to see he remembered her, but then again, she had tried to leave an impression. Maybe tried a little too hard, but she was too shamesless to apologize for such thing. She would have minded, a drink being ordered for her but this time she let it pass simply because she liked Matt enough to let it. Her fingers took a hold of the glass without drinking its content yet as she laughed at his cocky comment  ❝ Yes I came to tell you I’m pregnant and it’s yours ❞ She teased before finally taking a sip of the liquor that had been given to her  ❝ No... I don’t think that’s it. No I just think we are soulmates so I did the most logical thing, which is track you down, duh! ❞ Her tone as playful as ever as she strayed away from answering his question because honestly ... She didn’t want to lie to him. There was such thing known as lying by omission but she was not going to bring that concept in to over complicate everything. There were times that Felicia craved something honest, or at least the illusion of it. She likes to believed that this was a simple and uncomplicated enough connection that maybe this could feel honest. Her hand ran through her hair as she let out a sigh  ❝ I'm a little dissapointed you are here alone, shades. Where is the girl you get to make out with tonight? You are messing with the idea I had of you in my mind, which by the way was pretty amazing. I was expecting some girl would try to fight me ❞

[felinehxrdy]

@notdaredcvil

The only reason you’d find Felicia Hardy in hell’s Kitchen was no other reason than to meet the King Pin, to meet Fisk. As black cat, she might make an appearance or two, but as Felicia these were not the areas she frequent. Her heels clicked on the street and she held on to her coat tightly, Felicia was furious. Two years working under a fat mobster version of Mr. Clean and it had gotten her nowhere with her father- maybe it was time to look for another way of getting her father out. Felicia needed a drink, sooner rather then later, so she walked into the nearest bar. the light was dimmed, the tables and bartop looked sticky but vodka was still vodka anywhere so the place will have to do. She walked in turning heads, which she ignored, and headed towards the bar to find a familiar face that was already brightening up her night  ❝ I guess angels need to blow off some steam too huh shades? ❞

[soncfthebat-deactivated20180512]

@felinehxrdy

Somehow the parties in New York were even more insipid than the ones in Gotham. At least in Gotham there was the very good chance that the Penguin or Falcone was going to crash the event, or the Joker planted a bomb somewhere in Gotham. In New York, there were merely ungodly amounts of Socialites and Social Leeches mingling, using champagne as a social lubricant. 

Still, as Bruce Wayne’s son, he receives an ungodly amount on invitations to these social events. The porter at his dorm was starting to get peeved that he wasn’t clearing out his mailbox of all of the invitations–which were always sparkly, crinkly, and unnecessarily ornate. And, in order to maintain appearance, Damian needed to attend a decent number of the parties he had been invited to. 

He straightened his bowtie, checked his hair in one of the floor-to-roof mirrors, and walked into the main ballroom. He plucked a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, and drank half of it in hopes that it will at least make the evening bearable. When a person tripped next to him, he stepped aside so he, and his flute of champagne, would not be dragged down. 

“Such bad luck,” he murmured to the woman next to him, as the two of them watched the man pick himself up.

[felinehxrdy]

Felicia, unlike most people that wear masks, did not feel like her mask self was her true self as for the socialite Felicia was still very much her. The mask provided and outlet for certain things but it did not define her; neither did the parties however. Like the moon, part of her was always hidden away as a means to protections; which made it impossible to really know her completely as she did not let anyone see all sides. So here she was, at a party, wearing a provocative fancy dress drawing the eyes of both genders. 

Shamelessly Felicia laughed as she watched the the person tripped, while on the inside was impressed with the reflects of the young Wayne. Oh yes, she knew who he was ... It was her business to know. He was the kind of company she liked to keep when Socialite Felicia was out  ❝ And you have the best luck it seems the way you avoided that. But I could have guessed your good luck even if i hadn’t witness that, being born a Wayne... ❞ Her dark colored lips twisted to a smirk as she took a sip of her own drink.  ❝ I’m Felicia Hardy, and no, I don’t expect you to know who I am ❞

[felinehxrdy]

notdaredcvil:

The Hand had been vicious. They had been cruel, cutting Elektra down by her own blade, allowing their weapon to die in Matt’s arms. Stick would consider Matt’s encounters with them as a learning experience. Now that Elektra was back in the city, a shell of the woman he had once loved, Matt was forced to see it that way as well. No longer did he flinch at the sound of scraping knives, at the sudden explosion of a smoke bomb, or the sound of gunshots. No longer did he stop before a fight, crossing himself in case he died in a sinful state – he was the Man Without Fear, and he would not die. It was as simple and as complicated as that.

“I wouldn’t use ‘good’ as an adjective for stealing,” Matt retorted smoothly, unable to help himself. There were certain crimes that were somewhat excusable. Stealing when the person was poor was one of them, but Matt could smell Chanel perfume. He could taste the silver in the air from her earrings, and she carried herself like someone well versed in being rich. Black Cat – her name was a whisper, often brought up by Spidey – was far from a person who had to steal just to stay alive. “Most people don’t enjoy being watched,” Matt replied, a smirk curling the corners of his lips upwards. “Good thing I just listened. You didn’t have tech with you, all by hand. I would say it was impressive if I didn’t have to follow it up with bringing you to the cops.”

❝ Let me go ahead and rephrase for you: I do my job as well as you do yours ❞ Felicia loved to play around, entertain herself in each of her “outings” but she was calculative about everything she did. So even if she was here, indulging on conversation, her eyes scanned for all possible exits, and possible obstacles. She needed to go where he couldn’t follow; it was as simple and as difficult as that.  ❝ Then consider me not most people, stares have never stopped me from doing what I have to do ❞ Why should others actions affect her? She refuse to let her life became a reaction to others actions, no. She prefers watching everyone else react to her  ❝ Aw thanks, but listen devil, I understand the urge of wanting to put me in handcuffs and teach me a lesson but I don’t have time for that tonight. I already have a date and he is eagerly waiting my arrival ❞  Felicia secured her bag of diamonds knowing that he was going not going to be easy to loose. Surprisingly enough, despite her training, Felicia was pretty conflict adverse when it came to fighting. She like to be in and out, not seen and not heard but it seems like she was going to be given no other choice. She never carried weapons, only little gadgets for when she needs to get away, however, he seemed immune to them. She said nothing else and took a deep breath before she sprinted and headed towards the other roof.

[felinehxrdy]

friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd:

“I’m far from perfect,” Peter said quietly, kneeling down beside her. Karen was pulling up a first aid program just to assist him, and he was more grateful for her than ever. “I guess you’re not a big fan of the cops,” he murmured, switching his shooters to spray antiseptic. He gently pulled her hand out of the way, and bit his lip inside the mask. “This might sting,” he warned, before spraying the antiseptic on the wound. That would help with infection, but there was still a lot of blood. “Uh, one sec,” he said, patting his suit to no avail. Finally, he just decided to pull off one of his own gloves and use that to clean the wound out a little. He sprayed the glove with a healthy dose of antiseptic, then swiped at the wound, wiping the blood out of the way. “I think it’s just a graze,” he said softly. “Which is good. I can web it up, keep it closed, and then… is there somewhere I can take you?” he asked, switching to a standard web. He aimed at the wound and sprayed a lot, would rather err on the side of too much than too little. 

His disclaimer made her smile, of course, she thought,  a perfect person would be modest ... they would never admit they were perfect or at least close to it. Felicia, however, did not think it important to voice those opinions and  argue more about it knowing he will never agree with her when it came to that. She let him remove her hand to spray his web thingies. It was a good thing not everyone with the means to help was as bitter as her and they were actually helping out- even when she wasn’t. She let him work, nodded as hi spoke about her wound seeing as there wasn’t much she could do from her side and she was not going to stop him from helping her out.  ❝ Web it close? Honestly do what you have to do that won’t lead me to the hospital ❞ She replied with a small shrug that caused her to hiss. By this point of the night she just wanted to go home and let the night be done. To think it has started out so good  ❝ Somewhere you can take me ... Are you trying to take me home Spidey? ❞ Okay, so many there was still a little time for fun. Her tone was teasing, as she very well knew she twisted his words to make them sound like something else  ❝ Don’t worry about me spidey ❞ She grunted as she pulled herself up  ❝ I can’t let the good guys know when I live, you seem to keep forgetting that we aren’t on the same side ❞ She took a set forwards and let her fingers play with trace the spider on his chest  ❝ It’s a little cute but I can’t have you knocking at my door every time I miss behave, which is pretty often ❞ Felicia forgot all about personal space as she invaded his. Her dark brown eyes looked up to his masked face wondering what was the man behind the mask. 

[felinehxrdy]

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friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd:

Peter almost jumped out of his skin. In his ear, Karen was yammering on about how she could’ve located the Black Cat with her infrared, but Peter stuck her on mute for a second. “Sorry,” he said, climbing down to kneel next to her. “I just… I was worried,” he said, cringing at how lame it sounded, even to himself.

He was already having Karen look up first-aid tips and scrolling back to the antiseptic web spray. There was a lot of blood, but she was still talking, and that was a good sign. Peter decided not to mention the tears in her eyes, or the breathy note to her voice. “I was a boy scout, actually,” he admitted, smirking under his mask. Joking with her would keep her focused, too. “I’m not great at this stuff, but I’m guessing you’re as big a fan of hospitals as you are of cops. Am I right?” he asked, taking her arm gently to examine the wound. 

She gave him a smirk that almost turned into a smile worried, she thought, that’s sweet. She wondered what it was like to be that unjaded, that good. Her leather gloves were not doing the greatest job at  stopping the blood. She removed her hand from the wound and removed the gloves with her teeth. Revealing a young, manicured hand that move to press against the wound ❝ Shit ❞ She cursed out and let out a little moan in pain as she shifted as if trying to find some kind of comfort.  ❝ Of course you were a boy scout. Tell me, how does it feel to be perfect ❞ Despite the pain displayed on her voice, there was a sense on longing, not for the spider but for his situation. But she also needed to remember not everything that shined was gold, maybe his shit is not as together as it looks  ❝ Hospitals, I don’t mind, but gun shots are to be reported to the police so ... That would bring me back to this Spidey ❞ She initially flinched away when he came close to examine the wound, but decided to let him have a look. Again she told herself, he can be trusted at the very least with with.   

[felinehxrdy]

spidcrgwens:

She’d changed out of her Spider-Woman suit and back into street clothes a few blocks back, not wanting to be followed home by anyone looking to fight. If anyone asked, the wandering she’d done afterwards was just to throw any lingering followers off her trail, but honestly? Gwen just wanted to walk around the city. Even if this New York wasn’t her New York, it was still the city she loved. It was also, of course, still filled with the same people she’d always known. Different versions of them, though, versions who’d attended her funeral, seen her body in a casket. This New York was full of people who’d lost her, and Gwen often forgot about that until someone reminded her. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of Felicia standing there, unsure why she was surprised. Why wouldn’t Felicia be here? It was more her city than Gwen’s, wasn’t it? Unsure whether she should make an excuse or run away, Gwen did neither. She stood in place, eyes wide as saucers and finally managed to choke out, “Uh… Felicia?”

Felicia knew for a fact, she had not drank enough to be hallucinating the way that she currently was.  It wasn’t often that she felt this crippling fear, and even more rare to not know why she felt so scare. If Gwen was here then it was a good thing so... Where did the fear come from? ❝ Are you real? ❞ Felicia stupidly asked, or she felt rather stupid asking it. Bravely, she took steps towards the Ghost of her friend and was more frighten when her fingertips actually felt something upon touching Gwen’s arms  ❝ How...? ❞ It’s been a long time since anything brought tears to her eyes like that.

[felinehxrdy]

notdaredcvil:

It seemed like since Frank had arrived – perhaps before that, Matt had experience with some of the most insane characters that resided within the city after all – everyone had descended into chaos. Their hands ached with the need to spill blood over the pavement. Maybe that was the need for control coming out; if they could take one bad guy down, then they convinced themselves they were capable of holding back the invasions that always seemed to rest on their doorstep. Matt knew better. He knew that killing made him no more prepared, just as he knew it wasn’t within his code to do so. This woman, though, didn’t seem to be grappling for control. Instead, she was buzzing with anger – he could taste the adrenaline in the air. “No one needs to die tonight,” Matt said, lips pursing as the man fell to the ground. “Thank you for your service.” He was speaking then to the female cop, whose heart rate was spiked. “Who are you people?” she asked, though her voice was softer than it ought to be, gratitude towards this new player, perhaps. Matt didn’t reply, knowing that it was safer to talk less and move on more.

The cop moved to call for backup and Matt walked away from the scene, following the woman who had attacked the man. “Witty,” he commented. It was easier to hold back laughter when he was in this mask than it was at the best of times – Matt Murdock was much easier won over, after all. “How did you know I was following you?” he asked instead. Stick had taught him the best in subterfuge, so this woman had to be good. “Typically if people realise they’re being tailed, they stop stealing rather than continuing.”

Much to her displeasure, the devil of hell’s kitchen still manage to follow her as if the smoke bomb hadn’t affected him. She had two options, keep running hoping to loose him or engage. Loosing him had already proven to be a task, and he obviously seems like the kind to stalk and let them enemy lead you to their home-base. Granted maybe she could make Fisk happy with that but tonight was not the night. She might leave that trick for next time, for when he actually asks for him. So it seems like this time she had no other choice but to engage.

So Felicia stops and then come his questions which only made her sigh  ❝ You think you are the only one good at their job? ❞ His next statement made her smile however, not the sweet kind of smile but smile none the less  ❝ I don’t have performance anxiety, if you wanted to watch me work you could. I didn’t know what you M.O. was, or is, and I am not going to let your choices influence what I have to do. You didn’t try to stop me, so why should I have stopped? ❞

[felinehxrdy]

friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd:

Peter shook his head gently. “Hey, if you hadn’t stopped him, there’d be a whole lot more wounds to patch up. Besides, it wasn’t me, it was the handy-dandy antiseptic web!” he said brightly, waggling his fingers in the air. She was tense, for good reasons really, this wasn’t exactly an easy situation. But she had done a good thing, and he wanted her to realize that. “There’s enough credit to go around,” he said gently, smiling at her, even though she wouldn’t be able to see it with the mask on.

He was just starting to contemplate taking it off, introducing himself properly, when the cops arrived. Peter stood up to talk to them, but the woman was on her feet way faster. Black Cat? He filed the name away, he’d ask Karen to run a search of it later. “Hey guys,” he started to call out to the cops, but before he could say anything else, they opened fire.”Whoa!” he yelled, shooting a web at the cop’s gun. “Not cool!” He leapt to the ceiling to avoid more blasts, trying in vain to calm the officers, shooting webs when he couldn’t. In the chaos of it all, the Black Cat slipped away. By the time he explained to the officers the situation, she was already gone. 

Peter ran out into the street, and swung up to a rooftop, searching for her. “Black Cat!” he yelled, hoping she hadn’t gone too far. “Wait a sec! I can help!”

❝ Hey, you wanna NOT give away my location to those cops by yelling out my name ❞ Felicia spoke up. She knew she should have let him keep going, keep looking for her while she dealt with her business. However it was not what she did, and she wasn’t absolutely sure yet as to why. Maybe Spidey wasn’t bad company after call. She was seated on the floor of the roof, leaned against the wall of the entrance taking deep breaths. She was in pain, but she was silent in her pain besides the occasional huff and irregular breaths that came when she moved. If you looked close enough, her eyes were a bit shinier with tears. She was no super human after all, she was simply fearless.  ❝ Tell me spidey are you a boy-scout that knows first-aid and that’s why you followed me here ❞ Felicia kept her wits as she held the arm she was bleeding out of. 

[felinehxrdy]

@turn-of-the-cards

It was an easy job, way too easy. In fact, Felicia had found it a little insulting when it was given to her because any common thief could do this and there was nothing common about her as far as she was concern. Alas, this is what she got so she thought she might just steal the thing and get it to Fisk so he can leave her alone for a week. However, someone had his same idea ❝ Get your filthy paws off of that, and I won’t scratch off that pretty face ❞

[felinehxrdy]

@spidcrgwens

❝ As fun as this has been, and despite how young the night still is... I have some things to take care of us enjoy the bottle if I left you guys anything ❞ There were groans of protests, even words, but Felicia blocked it out. She didn’t care, not about them, they were nobody but a front she had to keep. She pushed her way out of the busy club and was thankful to get some fresh air; though not much of fresh air seeing this was New York. On her way to her destination she decided to indulge and buy herself a hot dog that she had been craving. Thank God for the sitting that never sleeps, and neither does their cheap, greasy food stands. However stopped dead tracks as she saw a ghost ... It had to be.  ❝ G-Gwen? ❞

[felinehxrdy]

friendlyneighborhoodspidernerd:

Okay, so she knew him. That was good! He was pretty sure it was good anyway. Though, come to think of it, most of the city had heard about Spiderman one way or another by now – he was getting off track. “Uh, yeah, actually,” he replied to her question, nodding to the cop she had saved, the bad guy currently webbed up against the wall, head lolling and face bruised. “Seems to me like, maybe we’re on the same side?” Her voice was sharp, defensive, but she didn’t need to be. He wasn’t there to get in the way, he just wanted to help. 

Finally, she seemed to calm down enough to walk over to him. “Here, lemme try something first,” he said, and Karen loaded up his webshooters with the antiseptic spray. “This should bind the wound, and disinfect it. Hold her still?” he asked, nodding for her to move her hands, though she was doing a good job of applying pressure. Once he had a clear shot of the worst of the wounds – a stab wound to the officer’s left side – he sprayed. It stemmed the bleeding, but it wouldn’t last forever. “My AI, Karen, she’s already got officers en route,” he told her, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Nah, I just came in at the end. You’re the one who saved her. What’s your name?”

Felicia was hesitant to let go of the woman’s wound, but despite her not trusting people in general; she could trust the spider to be the good guy ... So she did. She let go and let him do his thing. As expected, he did a the right thing. At the mention of officers coming she went rigid- obviously she didn’t have the best track record with them- however she was distracted by the hand that came to her shoulder  ❝ I almost left ... You saved her, see ❞ she pointed at the woman’s wound  ❝ Just take the credit, looks good on you spidey ❞ She offered him a smirk.

Her eyes glued to the spot where she presumed his eyes were. Sadly, the moment was cut short by the sound of sirens of cop cars. Her eyes drifted to the cars that arrived at the scene. Doing Fisks, or KinPin, bidding gained her a reputation that made all of this a sticky situation. Here she was next to an injured cop, and while she had no history of getting violent like that -seeing she was in and out in no time, before anything altercation- she was still the bad guy so the cops were quick to assume and quick to draw their fire arms.  ❝ I'm Black Cat ❞ Felicia finally answered Spidey’s question  ❝ and I am obviously not the good guy ❞ She tried to drill into his head once more. Her arms went up as a sign of surrender, and she began to rise slowly. However, it wasn’t enough and still a trigger happy cop shot her bicep. A grunt left her and she began to escape, that’s when the shots really began. She made it to the top of the nearest building and jumped a couple of roof tops before settling down.  ❝ No good deed goes un-fucking-punished ❞  At least it had been a clean short, through and through.

[thcystaydcwn-blog]

rebuildhq character aesthetic:  Felicia Hardy

For years I was the little thief pretending to be a socialite. But this… This is new. I’m done pretending. This cat’s going to be a queen. Queen of thieves. Queen of crime. Queen of this whole town! And nothing and no one are going to get in my way!

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