Lurking the shadows...

[southernreaper]

Who: southernreaper and kingofrooks
When: Forward dated: September 3rd, after sirens.
Where: Somewhere in the city
Summary: Kevin is releasing steam after losing two room mates. Bats is stalkinglurking and puts two and two together.
Warnings: Violence, killing of the things in the dark, swearing.

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[kingofrooks]

There was something incredibly wrong about a boy who turned monsters to dust when he touched them. The mutate simply crumpled and turned to dust, months and even years of decomposition fitted neatly into a few moments. Bruce's eyes narrowed from his perch on the rooftop, a good distance away from the kid- he had seen him before. A Newcomer from the same world as Magneto- Michael Xavier. His name was Kevin. Kevin Ford.

The problem was that Bruce also remembered another report. Of a boy runnng away, and a dead body, a throat crumpled into dust. He tugged on his armour slightly, suddenly glad for it - Kevlar and metal, over and over. He didn't know what kind of power he had exactly, but it was obvious enough that he could deal a lot of damage very quickly. Fatal damage.

Whether or not it was deliberate was still up in the air. But right now, Bruce was banking on a 'no'.

He shot a line somewhere over Ford's head, and swung. He was taking a risk - the soles of his boots were made of rubber, and he attacked first, kicking the kid's hand

[southernreaper]

Kevin fell back with an inarticulate cry, holding onto his arm. He stumbled against the wall. He hadn't been expecting anyone else. He wasn't expecting anyone else out tonight. The mutate was gone. They weren't very populous tonight anyway - but they were enough.

Then whatever had hit him resolved into a human-like shape that stared at him, saying a single word.

Well, no other night creature really spoke. He was wary, his back against a wall, but his arms were bare, to give him some sort of weapon.

"Beggin' ya pardon?" Kevin was just confused at this point. Who the hell was this guy?

[kingofrooks]

His eyes were fixed on Kevin's bared skin - his hands, neck and face. Bruce looked at him for a moment before he deliberately reached down and tugged out a gas mask, letting the strap hang from his fingers slightly as he looked at him.

The boy was afraid. That boded well. It meant that he was still a boy instead of something pretending to be one.

He knew eight-year-olds ruthless enough to kill their parents in cold blood. Bruce wasn't taking any chances.

"Your touch kills, doesn't it?" He cocked his head to the side, and pulled up his arm, showing the mask- and the materials that made it. The slant of light from the bare streetlamp cast it a sickening colour. "Why are you not wearing gloves?"

[southernreaper]

Kevin immediately dragged down the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt. His hands went into his pockets. They were instinct now, something he'd learned a long time ago, even though he hadn't been a mutant that long.

"I dunno what ya talkin' 'bout. Who the hell are ya?"