Comic Book Killer

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     Alana’s brow furrowe deeply. She never truly understood how people could be so closed minded and ignorant when it came to other people’s sexuality. Nobody had the right to judge anyone for loving who they wanted to. Irregardless, she knew why people were that way but it didn’t excuse it.

Max gave a small weak smile. He knew it wasn't acceptable, but he had grown up thinking there was something wrong with him and then eventually accepted that he was pretty much damned to go to hell. Once he came to terms with that being his fate he was much more at ease with his own sexuality.

"Hey, thanks." Theodore quickly placed the hot pies down on the coffee table, finding just enough space there. He glanced over at Max with a smile. Well, he cleaned up fairly nicely. Kind of made him look like a bum with his t-shirt and jeans. He thought casual bum was the way to go. Guess not. Theodore should have at least put more effort into it.

"I really owe you the thank you, you got us the food." He'd open the fridge and start rummaging around for drinks. He ended up just pulling a pitcher of filtered water out. Honestly he felt water was always the best option, or, if anything, the healthiest. Filling two glasses he'd come back into the living area of the flat. "Oh thanks. It wasn't easy to get. I kinda had to wait until after I got the job with Marvel, I was an unpaid intern before that and well... I've lived in a lot worse places. I got lucky with this one." He'd beam and offer the cup to Teddy. After he'd grab a couple of paper plates and a roll of paper towels. He didn't keep paper napkins, but they works just fine enough. "Make yourself at home. I don't bite I promise. Well, not unless you as me to but that's a bit forward for the second time meeting you." He'd seat himself on his couch and open one of the boxes to pull a slice for himself and place it on his plate.

Enter text here.Alene glanced back over at her shoulder the moment the other walked in. She stared at him for a second before she glanced at her sister. He was going to be her new ‘project?’ Her sister gave her a look in return. Sighing mentally, she pushed herself away from the island to go and greet him properly. “Hey there. Max right? I’m Alene, Ms. Perfect’s not so perfect sister. Apparently she thinks you can knock some common sense into me.” She winked at the other in humor. Half was true, half wasn’t. Well most was probably true but the girl was just messing with him.

Max shifted the bottle to rest in the crook of his arm and he'd offer his hand to shake the other woman's. "Yes, Max." He'd affirm with a wide and warm smile. "I'm afraid I don't actually know your name. I don't believe Selene told me, or if she did I've forgotten."

His chin moves downwards and the doctor stares into the young man’s eyes. “Your mother didn’t want to be an accomplice but decided to take your side, while being basically a neutral ground for both. Even if she took the beatings at first, you got the worst out of him.” It’s nothing new, she could have done something, like calling the police or reporting him for beatings and abuse, but she surely must have been one of those victims that prefer to cover everything than step forward. “The replacement of an object to use another one in order to unleash the subject’s anger is common. Yes, you both were his objects and the most guilty he felt, the harder the beatings were, because he was aware of his actions. People who lost control in their lives take others in order to regain that what was lost at some point of t heir lives by abusing their would-be power. Which was non-existent because he couldn’t enter your mind to make himself sure that you actually believed this kind of strength, when in reality it was the lack of it.”

"I just wish she would have done something more than try to cover it up and make poor attempts to make it up to me. I mean there were so many days I stayed home because my face was black and blue and she'd tell me how lucky I was because most kids wanted to be home instead of school."  He wrinkled his nose a little at the thought. "It's not even that I liked school it was more the fact that I wanted the freedom to go where I wanted and not have to hide. I think she was afraid someone would find out I was being abused at call the police. Which I can't really understand why that would have been a problem." He'd pause, his brow furrowing "Actually no, as an adult I can understand why. If he found out it would have been worse for both of us. In a perfect world we would have been saved by the police and swept away from him but that isn't really how that sort of thing works."

Robin couldn’t help the hiss she let out at the revelation. Her hands twitched. She wished for a very different reason she’d gotten here first. If she’d known—

Maxwell couldn't help the smile creeping over his lips as she spoke. "I hadn't expected to make a friend out of this. I'm very pleased to see you understand my motives." Taking the pen he had used to kill her with he'd place the nib in the make-ship reservoir of blood he had made out of one of her measuring cups and started  to apply words to her palms carefully. "Anything in the house is free game to you. As long as you don't disrupt my art here, that's all I'm concerned with at this point." He'd lean up and flash a smile quickly. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you not to leave any fingerprints." He gave a small shrug and went back to work. "Hmmm?" He'd hum to show he was listening although not watching her. "Distraction? What sort of distraction were you meaning? No one should be on their way here unless you made a scene of getting to this apartment. I had her schedule as well as the security for the building detailed."

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Max nodded "Well I could see why. No free will and being treated like you are some kind of loony tends to have that kind of effect." He gave a small shrug. In his own mind he was as sane as the next person. What he did was because God gave him the ability to do so, but not everyone saw it that was as it seemed.