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Life in the Negaverse was the absolute kicks.

Minium had taken to it like a duck in water the moment she realized she could run faster and jump higher, that she was more agile and more powerful than any civilian could ever dream of being. Sure, her General was usually overbearing about his insistence that she train but she couldn't even really balk at that; her a** was amazing these days and her uniform was even better at highlighting it than her wardrobe was.

Much like every other night, she was lounging on the rooftops that towered over the Destiny City streets, waiting for an unsuspecting civilian to entertain herself for the night. Tonight she was stretched out across a roof ledge with her bare belly flat against the cool bricks and a hand propping her chin up as she watched the dwindling traffic on the street below. The lamp in this particular spot had guttered out and, despite how dangerous the city was at night, they had yet to bother to replace it. Women wandered by in twos and threes, headed for the clubs nearby, but they were really no fun. She wanted bigger prey, someone more fun to taunt. Luckily, some hulking, dark-skinned drink of water came by before she completely bored of waiting.

"B-i-n-g-o," she chimed to herself lowly. With a smirk in place, she rolled off of the rooftop and fell to a crouch just a he trotted by so obliviously. In the space of a breath she was up on her wedged heels and trotting after him slowly (for her) as she sized up this particular prey. From ground level she could tell that he was much, much bigger than she had first anticipated - he stood heads and shoulders above her and nearly twice as wide. By the manic gleam in her eyes, that just made it better.

Her eyes dropped to a telltale bulge in his back pocket and the smirk on her lips unfurled into a cheshire grin. Her pace quickened and her hand slipped deftly into the loose fabric of his shorts; she wasn't even very sly about it as she caught his wallet in her fingers and pulled away with it. Then, just to make sure that he really noticed, her opposite hand smacked across his a** in an attempt to startle him. She stopped in her tracks and waited for him to notice, her head cocked playfully to the side while she began thumbing through his cards and looking for cash.

Oh, but he wasn't wrong. She might not have been the particular brand of crazy that Austin was worried about but Minium was definitely one crazy white chick. It showed in the humor that danced in her eyes as she took a quick leap backward from him to evade his grabbing hands, moving faster than his hulking human weight could manage and with what seemed to be little effort on her part. She landed on a single heel and swung her opposite leg around, using the inertia to turn herself in place. It put her back to him and she spared him only the smallest wink over her shoulder as she started walking away.

"Oh, I don't think you've got what it takes to play with me, love."

The lieutenant dropped her eyes from him, dismissive, and began reading the ID aloud.

"Austin, huh? That's weird. You don't look like an Austin."

Her words were punctuated with a bubbling laugh that died only as she took a quick running leap atop a nearby dumpster, then sprang off of it quickly to catch the bottom platform of fire escape. With his wallet caught between her teeth, the tiny woman pulled herself up with next to no effort and swung over the railing before she bothered to look back down at him. As she hunched forward, she dangled the wallet above his head.

"Tell you what, if you can catch me big boy, I'll give it back."

A pleased, impish laugh bubbled out of her lips as she watched him trail after her. She followed his jump and scramble up to the building top, tracing the bulge of his calves and the way his hands tensed around the rough brick with interested, golden eyes. At least he was willing to play this game with her, even if she didn't think he stood a chance of winning.

"And here I was thinking tonight was going to be a bore."

She waved his wallet at him with a gloved hand before calmly pulling back the high collar of her uniform and shoving it down securely inside of her bra; she was going to need her hands to play this game with him if the practiced way he scaled the building was any clue at all. A few quick steps brought her to the top of the fire escape so that she could level her bright, golden eyes at him (or as level as she could get with the height difference).

"On your mark, get ready-"

True to her nature, she bolted as she yelled, "Go!"

For a woman wearing wedged heels, she was remarkably nimble. Minium was across the roof in no time and springing over a wide gap that separated the brick building from one just tall enough she couldn't clear it in a leap. She caught the edge with the smallest of tuts beneath her breath, then hoisted herself up and over. The fiery lieutenant cast a quick glance back at him before she was springing again, bolting up a slanted roof and sliding down the opposite side with grace as she cleared the apex. She didn't stop to look for him this time as she crossed to the building edge.

The hesitation was really what almost caught her; powerful or not, her height was a handicap and she knew it. Taking those brief seconds to consider her path brought him too close to her and she spun, turning around to face him in the same breath that she simply... dropped.

The fall down to the dumpster below was punctuated with the loud bang of her heels meeting the plastic roof. She fell into a crouch to absorb the shock that jolted up through her legs and rattled her teeth but it did little to stop her. She flashed him an amused smile and jumped back to the alley floor, taking off on the flat ground and heading down the winding, dark passages without a concern. She cleared a stack of palettes left behind what smelled like a Greek restaurant and took a sharp left that brought her face to face with a chain-link fence. She jumped, and vaulted over it, clearing it with the ease of a gymnast.

By now she had lost track of him but her sights were on the end of the alley where she saw a roof access ladder.

Minium could almost feel the cool metal of the ladder as her heels beat a steady rhythm down against the cobbled alley floor. Five seconds, four, three, she began counting. He was nowhere to be seen and if she could just grab that bottom rung and hoist herself up then she knew she'd be free and clear, he'd never even catch her-

Suddenly he was in front of her so quickly that she almost tripped up over herself in an attempt to stop. Her feet skid to a stop that nearly sent her stumbling forward but she maintained her balance and thrust her best, most annoyed pout in his direction.

"No fair," her words were a sulk but she was barely out of breath. The truth was that what he'd done was entirely too fair - she was a runner, not a thinker, and she hadn't even considered that he would find a faster route to the end of the alley. Apparently she didn't know these back paths quite as well as he did. She took a step back, then another, trying to put space between them as her eyes flickered left and right.

No dumpsters to jump from, no ladders to grab, not even a shoddy wood crate to try and get a little more purchase.

Her only shot would be taking off in the other direction but she knew he was too fast and, well, long to let her slip through his fingers again if she made a show of it. She risked another step and half-turned, ready to bolt.

The impish lieutenant hesitated a second too long and it was too late.

Just as she turned on her heel and began to put her weight into a run, two long, strong arms wrapped themselves around her body and she felt the mass of him holding her down. She jerked and threw all of her weight forward in an attempt to throw him off balance but she knew that her strength was not the same as a mortal man's. At the end of the day she was still just too small.

"Damn it!" She cursed and shoved herself back against him instead, totally aware that she looked like a fish squirming out of water.

A squeal erupted from the tiny woman as he proved his point by picking her up off the ground. It was impossible to resist the urge to kick her feet and she was sure that, had anyone come out to actually see what all the commotion was about, it would have looked absolutely ridiculous.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, obviously sour that she had lost her own bet.

She had to give to him, though, he was strong and bold, which were usually traits that she found more than appealing. Maybe if she hadn't been so grumpy about her losses she would have had more fun teasing him from the precarious position he had caught her in. As it was, she smirked as his hand pressed flat against her sternum; it was large enough that she felt the weight of it across her whole chest.

"I guess fair is fair," she sighed, leaning back into him dramatically so that her weight was barely even held up by her own two feet. She rolled her head back to try and see his face where he towered above her; if he weren't so damned strong she would have just tried to dead weight and slip through his hulking arms. His grip was much too tight. "Don't act like copping a feel wasn't worth it, though."