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capeandcowllogs2011-12-27 03:08 am
bringerofwar) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-12-27 03:08 am
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futurebatwoman for midnighting
WHERE: THE STREETS™
WHEN: Christmas Day :)
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing and possibly some over the top violence, because grumpy Midnighter.
SUMMARY: A couple of vigilantes fighting crime instead of facing the fact that they're lonely.
FORMAT: Whatever you want, but I'm starting it out with para.
Midnighter isn't completely unused to (occasionally self-imposed) loneliness, but that doesn't mean it never gets to him. Especially now, and here, in this dimension completely devoid of his family.
He really does think of Christmas like any other day, though. He has no nostalgic attachment left to it after Bendix, and the raw commercialism of it has always grated on his nerves. But Jenny had enjoyed the whole production, and he missed his daughter's youthful love of the holiday more than he was entirely willing to admit to himself. He'd turned down the company of the girl on the Network, the one who could only be a handful of years older than Jenny's self-inflicted teenage, because it was easier than wallowing in the fact that he'd trade just about anything to be back in the right dimension for the day.
Hell, he'd even take that one horrible Christmas when Jenny had accidentally created Santa and they'd had to deal with that Lobo asshole over this. That's saying something.
Either way, it certainly doesn't help his mood that without Apollo around, he hasn't gotten laid in a month and a half either. It's probably why he is stalking the streets a tad grumpily on what should otherwise have been a quiet, chilly Christmas day, just praying for some poor sod mugger or pimp to show up and give him something to punch.
futurebatwoman for midnightingWHERE: THE STREETS™
WHEN: Christmas Day :)
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing and possibly some over the top violence, because grumpy Midnighter.
SUMMARY: A couple of vigilantes fighting crime instead of facing the fact that they're lonely.
FORMAT: Whatever you want, but I'm starting it out with para.
Midnighter isn't completely unused to (occasionally self-imposed) loneliness, but that doesn't mean it never gets to him. Especially now, and here, in this dimension completely devoid of his family.
He really does think of Christmas like any other day, though. He has no nostalgic attachment left to it after Bendix, and the raw commercialism of it has always grated on his nerves. But Jenny had enjoyed the whole production, and he missed his daughter's youthful love of the holiday more than he was entirely willing to admit to himself. He'd turned down the company of the girl on the Network, the one who could only be a handful of years older than Jenny's self-inflicted teenage, because it was easier than wallowing in the fact that he'd trade just about anything to be back in the right dimension for the day.
Hell, he'd even take that one horrible Christmas when Jenny had accidentally created Santa and they'd had to deal with that Lobo asshole over this. That's saying something.
Either way, it certainly doesn't help his mood that without Apollo around, he hasn't gotten laid in a month and a half either. It's probably why he is stalking the streets a tad grumpily on what should otherwise have been a quiet, chilly Christmas day, just praying for some poor sod mugger or pimp to show up and give him something to punch.
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Christmas Day, however, was not the best in the world. Back home, it had been one of the few days in the year that she could definitely count on both her mom and her big sister, and a vid from her dad. She'd been trying to ignore not having them, which wasn't too hard. They were almost never around. But this was the day she was supposed to have them, and she didn't, and she didn't really have anyone else, either.
Bats are supposed to be nocturnal. Today? Max couldn't care less. She hits the streets by noon, refusing to sit inside feeling sorry for herself for one more second.
The point of this whole exercise is finding something to punch, so she heads straight for the dirtier section of town and starts skulking, searching for someone stupid enough to remain in business on Christmas Day.
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No reason to assume they can't get along just because he'd sworn to punch some other bat-logo-wearing asshole's head off his neck if he ever showed up, just for saddling Midnighter with some of the world's most annoying villains in what he can only assume is the entire Multiverse. Honestly.
He snorts at his own train of thought, before pulling his hands out of his pockets, and flexing his fingers at his sides as if to show that he's unarmed. Not that it usually makes much of a difference, for him. "Feeling festive?" he ventures, eyeing her again; she can't possibly be old enough to be out here alone, clearly trolling for something to beat the crap out of.
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So she smiles and waits for him, keeping her hands obviously free of things. It never hurts, when running into other superheroes, to make it clear that you don't intend on hurting them. Too many villains go around in costume too, after all.
She grins up at him. She's not short for her age - or at least not specially so - but he's got to have a good foot on her. "Not particularly," she replies. "More in the mood for punching something than stringing lights. You?"