there's a fire in your eyes

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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.

I want to be seen as God.

The thought festered within him for years, blasphemous. To even think it, much less let it grace his lips, much less actually believe it. As a pious altar boy, he had brought it up in the confessional multiple times. But the lack of absolution brought him to only stick the desire to the back of his mind, with the knowledge that it would inevitably worsen. Become more tangible.

A thousand voices rise from a chorus of whispers to a cacophony of cries.

Now. One moment, he's sitting watchful on a rooftop, thoughtful. The next, what could only be described as revelation, a breakdown of irrationally built walls, flaring into a bright, pure yearning. Even the recent corruption that had plagued him is ignored, in favor of this. This need for devotion.

I WILL BE SEEN AS GOD HIMSELF.

The concrete should bend under his righteous feet as he dashes across the streets, the roofs, in search of disciples and sinners alike.

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[meowminx]

Selina had patrolled for a while, but the night had been rather quiet. She was taking a break, sitting on the edge of a rooftop with a steaming cup of coffee as she sometimes does.

Her cowl and goggles are pulled back as she sips, eyes on the holiday lights below. She may not be a big fan of the season, but she has to admit the view is even more stunning this time of year from up above.

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When he approaches her from behind, having found his way onto the rooftop from the other side, he doesn't disguise his footsteps. Rather, he allows the suit to clink with each step, loud and clear.

"Catwoman," he announces, voice heavy with a sort of bravado. "It's fate, that we meet here."

[meowminx]

She sets her coffee cup down and glances back. Not that she needs to confirm who he is once he speaks.

"Uh huh." At least he isn't pleading for her forgiveness this time.

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"Do you think otherwise?" Impatience creeps into his tone just. Like. That. "Do you think that this is mere coincidence? That I am as much of a toy to time and chance as you are?"

A few steps closer.

[meowminx]

She raises an eyebrow, not entirely sure what he's talking about. "Were you looking for me for something, then?"

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His hands fan out, open. "Yes." Honest. "I wanted to ask you something."

"What do you see me as? Am I human to you?"

[meowminx]

He's being weird. Even for him.

"As human as any of us," she replies slowly. "Porter changed most of us in some way. The ones who were ordinary humans before, at least."

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Despite knowing that the answer would be something along those lines, he feels a sense of disappointment. As if she's personally failed him.

"No," he says, turning his head to the side as if he were ashamed. "I'm more than human. I've always been greater than all of mankind."

[meowminx]

Okay. That one makes her turn around, still sitting but facing him instead of the city. "Always? Because this is actually pretty new coming from you."

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"I'm God. I can choose, I have chosen before, to reveal or remain concealed." Salvation is drawn from its sheath, casting a cold blue across them.

"You had the chance to be Abraham. You failed. I should strike you down for it."

[meowminx]

The surprise is probably visible in her eyes. Either he's gone off the deep end for real or whatever messed with his mind before isn't done with him yet.

"And here I thought were were past all this," she finally says. Her eyes are on him, not the sword.

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"Finally past all what?" He concentrates on the sin that vibrates through her words. As if it were a mosquito. "Past saving your eternal soul? It's not something to simply ignore."

"You cannot escape me. I will always be there, in essence, whether you attempt to run or hide."

[meowminx]

She has to breathe in and out slowly to keep from losing her temper. "I don't seem to be running or hiding at the moment."

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"Do you face me, then? Would you be a follower of mine..." He trails, lifting up the sword.

"Or an enemy?"

[meowminx]

Rather than answering, she picks up her cup of coffee and takes a long drink. It's starting to get cold.

"Not a lot of choices there, Mike," she answers once she's drained the cup.