I'm your boogie man [completed]

[ebony_mask]

Who: Roman Sionis/Black Mask, Carrie Kelley/Robin, and eventually Naruto
When: 15 December; sometime after dark
Where: An alley in Sector 1
Summary: Robin discovers Black Mask showing a homeless man what happens to people who follow him.
Warnings: Language, violence. It's Black Mask, people.

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[girlyboywonder]

There'd never been a surer way to get her attention than gunfire. Even in a city like this, where nighttime dangers didn't usually use guns, old habits died hard. But Robin was hoping, as she hit the edge of the roof to peer down into the alley it bordered, that it'd be a shot fired in self-defense. Against a monster. That was the kind of fight she was really starting to like -- dropping down to lend a hand to someone struggling to hold off one of those nighttime terrors? That was the kind of adventure she'd signed up for when she pulled on the cape.

But she didn't see any monsters, and she definitely didn't see any terrified, gun-wielding victim. Just a guy in need of a trip to the emergency room (or morgue? she hoped not -- she suspected so) and the kind of guy the boss would've had no qualms taking down. Shadows prevented getting too good a look, but she didn't need one. The situation was clear enough

[ebony_mask]

"Son of a bitch!"

The handgun clattered to the pavement as Roman's gloved hand was struck by a hard, painful object. His head jerked up in the direction from which the missile had come. Outlined by the glow of the Port were the head and shoulders of someone. Someone watching him. Someone small. He scowled; goddamn hood rats poking their noses where they don't belong.

"I'm gonna give you the chance to scram, kid. Get the hell out of here and pretend you didn't see anything, and you get to go home to mommy and daddy, safe and sound."

[girlyboywonder]

The voice was familiar. Someone she'd spoken to over the NVs? Maybe just someone she'd electronically followed? She knew it, either way. And so her eyes narrowed, because that was definitely not to response of someone who'd just shot in self-defense.

The slingshot wasn't going anywhere, and the next pellet was aimed to be fired face-wards instead. And, speaking of face... the suspicion turned into a squint simply to see better through the dark. There was something about the guy's face...

"Gee, real polite. Only I figure you got about four seconds to beat it." Whoever he was, the most important part of the scene was the victim. Was the guy dead? Just hurt?

[ebony_mask]

The next missile struck him in the chin, spurring him to action. He quickly picked up the handgun and aimed it at his assailant's head. Were his eyes deceiving him, or was that a...cape?

"The Darkness ain't a time for children to be playing dress-up, little girl. Lord only knows the horrible things that could happen out here. Just ask Mr. Sleepy right here--" the limp body rolled with his kick, revealing a bullet wound to the forehead "--who's to say this alley won't have two chilly corpses by morning? Now scram."