Anon Meme Part 2
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V. Second Chances
They were on their way to lunch when it happened. There was this great little deli a few blocks from work; a hole in the wall joint if Kotetsu had ever seen one that made sandwiches as big as his head. Bunny usually had a salad, which Kotetsu not-so-privately thought was criminal when there was meat to be had, and teased his partner about eating like his namesake at every opportunity.
Hitting the deli on their lunch hour had become something of a habit, and that was probably the mistake. Forming public habits for someone as visible as Barnaby made it easy to predict where he’d be, and when.
Or more importantly, where he’d be without the protection of his suit.
“I really just wish Mathilda would stop trying to grope me,” Bunny griped, shading his eyes with one hand and waiting for the light to change.
Kotetsu choked on a laugh. “Isn’t that the old lady in charge of wardrobe? The one that looks like she’s at least a hundred?”
“That’s a generous estimate, but yes, that’s her. I’ll be glad when we’re done with this photoshoot series.” The light changed and his stepped off the curb.
Kotetsu grinned, trotting to catch up. “It’s what you get for being such a heartthrob. Your charms aren’t limited to pretty young girls in an acceptable age bracket, you know.”
Barnaby shot him an unimpressed stare. “Tell me that when you’re the one getting felt up by a wrinkled old prune.”
“I dunno, Bunny.” Kotetsu scratched his beard and pretended to give matter great thought. “I don’t get much action these days. I might like it.”
“Ugh.” Barnaby wrinkled his nose in distaste. “That was mental imagery I did not need. Thank you for that.”
Kotetsu chuckled. “Anytime, partner.” He was climbing in the rankings, getting along with Bunny like they were old friends, and there was a massive sandwich in his immediate future. People were even buying his trading cards! Life didn’t get much better than that.
Later, he wouldn’t be able to say what about the the man had caught his attention. Maybe it was the way he hovered nervously in a shadowed alcove, maybe it was the long coat completely out of place on a hot summer day, or the way he stared at Bunny like the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist. Whatever it was, something about the man made him take notice.
Kotetsu would never have seen the gun if he wasn’t looking straight at him.
A flash of movement, the glint of metal, and Kotetsu didn’t have any time to think. He dove at Bunny, shoving him out of the way with a shout, just as the gun went off and white hot pain tore through his shoulder.
He dropped like a stone, people were screaming around him, and goddamn, that was a lot of blood.
Bunny was at his side in an instant, face contorted in fear. “Kotetsu!”
Kotetsu struggled to sit, but thought better of it, pain lancing through him like molten spikes. “Don’t let him get away.”
“To hell with him,” Bunny snarled savagely, shrugging out of his shirt and wadding it against the wound, pressing hard.
Pain spiked at the sudden pressure, and Kotetsu moaned as his vision whited out briefly. “He tried to shoot you,” he argued weakly, trying to ignore the pain and failing kind of miserably. Being shot really, really hurt.
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