When it rains, it pours
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jla_watchtower"Did we really have to come all the way up here?" Another gust of the autumn wind hit her, making her shiver a bit more. "C'mon, wouldn't you rather be inside?" She looked at him, giving him a playfully seductive glance.
She walked towards him, pouring more of her charm into each step. "You know. Someplace warm, where we can get nice a cozy. I can slip into something more... comfortable. And we can get to know each other."
Most men would be putty in her hands, but for every step she took towards him, he took one back, keeping just out of reach. In the dark, she couldn't see his face, particularly with his hat tilted down like it was, but that didn't bother her. She tended to pay more attention to a mans wallet than his face anyway.
He eventually stopped backing away as their little game of cat and mouse led them to edge of the roof. She took one more step to close the gap, but he sidestepped her. He quickly came up behind her, trapping her between himself and the edge of the roof. It was close enough to the edge to scare her, but far enough away that she didn't immediately worry for her life.
"I'd rather stay out here for a while," he spoke into her ear. "The view is breathtaking. You should enjoy it. Savor it."
He let go of the girl and stepped back. She looked over her shoulder at him, but he just motioned for her to look out over the city.
He would rather look at her. The girl had jet black hair, a pretty face that was similar to hers, but her eyes... Her eyes were a spot on match for hers. She wasn't a perfect match, but she was close enough.
That's why he chose her. That's why he brought her to this rooftop. And that was why, when the girl turned around again to look at him, he kicked her square in the chest. She fell over the ledge, with barely enough air left in her lungs to gasp in horror, let alone scream.
It was a gruesome sound, one of flesh and bone hitting pavement, that echoed up from the alley. He'd rather it have been her that was making that noise, but her time would come. In the meantime, though she'd been laying low since the museum incident, he expected she would be returning home soon... to the penthouse apartment whose roof he was standing on.
He took one last look over the edge, admiring his handy work, before vanishing back into the night. He hoped she would be the one to find his little gift first. After all, it was meant solely for her, and she alone would get the true meaning behind this.
The Black Mask had returned.
She walked towards him, pouring more of her charm into each step. "You know. Someplace warm, where we can get nice a cozy. I can slip into something more... comfortable. And we can get to know each other."
Most men would be putty in her hands, but for every step she took towards him, he took one back, keeping just out of reach. In the dark, she couldn't see his face, particularly with his hat tilted down like it was, but that didn't bother her. She tended to pay more attention to a mans wallet than his face anyway.
He eventually stopped backing away as their little game of cat and mouse led them to edge of the roof. She took one more step to close the gap, but he sidestepped her. He quickly came up behind her, trapping her between himself and the edge of the roof. It was close enough to the edge to scare her, but far enough away that she didn't immediately worry for her life.
"I'd rather stay out here for a while," he spoke into her ear. "The view is breathtaking. You should enjoy it. Savor it."
He let go of the girl and stepped back. She looked over her shoulder at him, but he just motioned for her to look out over the city.
He would rather look at her. The girl had jet black hair, a pretty face that was similar to hers, but her eyes... Her eyes were a spot on match for hers. She wasn't a perfect match, but she was close enough.
That's why he chose her. That's why he brought her to this rooftop. And that was why, when the girl turned around again to look at him, he kicked her square in the chest. She fell over the ledge, with barely enough air left in her lungs to gasp in horror, let alone scream.
It was a gruesome sound, one of flesh and bone hitting pavement, that echoed up from the alley. He'd rather it have been her that was making that noise, but her time would come. In the meantime, though she'd been laying low since the museum incident, he expected she would be returning home soon... to the penthouse apartment whose roof he was standing on.
He took one last look over the edge, admiring his handy work, before vanishing back into the night. He hoped she would be the one to find his little gift first. After all, it was meant solely for her, and she alone would get the true meaning behind this.
The Black Mask had returned.
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