As the Spoiler sped along the road, he reflexively veered just slightly to the left to avoid a black cat scampering across his path --<br/><br/>-- whereupon he suddenly found a small flowerpot falling from a windowsill above straight towards his head.  Avoiding it was easy, if he cared enough to try (it could hardly<em>hurt</em>him) --<br/><br/>-- but it distracted him for the crucial split second it took to slip on a conveniently placed patch of oil on the sidewalk --<br/><br/>-- and as he moved to regain his balance, his other foot came down exactly on a discarded roller skate that happened to be almost exactly the same slightly dirtied off-white as the sidewalk, sending him skidding almost straight to his left --<br/><br/>It all happened in scarcely more than a second, more than enough time for the Spoiler to realize that it couldn't possibly be the work of simple coincidence.  And, of course, he landed perfectly on his feet in the alley...only to hear the tell-tale<em>click</em>of a pistol being cocked even as he righted himself.<br/><br/>"Well, look what the cat dragged in.  Empire's newest celebrity."<br/><br/>The voice, and the gun, belonged to Kismet, one of Empire City's more mysterious vigilantes.  She was an attractive woman with dusky skin, a black bodysuit that fit her curves very nicely indeed, and a pair of sunglasses.  Although her arsenal of weapons was substantial and her skills clearly impressive, she still boasted a series of victories nearly as improbable as what had just happened to the Spoiler.  She was crouched lightly atop a nearby dumpster, already aiming her weapon precisely where he had just landed.<br/><br/>"Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"<br/><br/>(OOC: The Spoiler gains a villain point.)