there's a fire in your eyes

[crucifriction]

WHO: Azrael and you.
WHERE: City streets.
WHEN: The night of December 9th.
WARNINGS: Violence; others will be added as they occur.
SUMMARY: His desire has filled and burst. And all Michael wants now is to be the City’s God.
FORMAT: You choose.

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two am; the docks

[futurebatwoman]

[There's a smuggling ring on the docks she's been staking out, working on tracing it back to their employers with no luck so far.

Tonight they haven't shown, so she's spent the past hour swinging her legs idly off a rooftop and trying to decide whether to pack it in and call it a night, stick around in case they're just late, or go find some muggers to punch in the face.]

[crucifriction]

[ It's only inevitable that he's found himself in this hive of scum, where the filth of the City would spread sin with the filth of others.

He sprints across the streets, between the warehouses, when he stops for a breath. It's only pure chance that he glances up to see Max. Of course, he thinks otherwise.

But here he stands, looking upward toward her. Challenging her to come down. ]

[futurebatwoman]

[She blinks and tilts her head. Isn't that that weird dude from the network?

Meh, she's bored anyway. She floats down on her wings, landing several yards away, and looks up at him. (She has seriously got to stop being so short.)]

So what are you doing out here at dubious hours of the night?

[crucifriction]

[ He lifts his head, looking down on her even more. ]

Judging. [ Simply, as if it were meaningful in itself. ] You have been practicing wrath. I can feel it.

[futurebatwoman]

[The mask tends to make seeing her facial expressions difficult, but her eyebrows just went straight up.]

Wrath? Well, I am a little bit pissed these guys didn't show. I'm getting pretty close to shutting them down.

But you don't get to judge me.