Blanked Out

Being away in the dead of night was normal - being awake, on top of rooftops, in the dead of nights was also normal. It was almost his preferred way of travel, honestly - just a glance, a little swipe of a finger and there he was, erasing space and time and standing somewhere new. Very few people actually looked up, either. Very few people walked on top of rooftops when it wasn’t time for watching fireworks or doing something shady either. 

Oh, what a  fine night it was! With a full moon shining brilliantly in the clear fall sky, a chill in the air, and the light pollution forming a glorious tapestry that ALMOST replaced the pleasantries of a clear sky, there was little more that Blank Space could ask for! Well, except for maybe his men down below to get a move on in unloading the drug shipment out of the back of the truck, so he could get moving from the warehouse and over to the residential area and his bar hangout. 

Honestly, if they were competent he wouldn’t even have to be out here himself! But he was always watching and babysitting one way or another when it was big business, and this was big. After all, it was better to have this held in his hands and at his place then let it fall into the little rag-tag pieces that were left of one particularly bad man’s crew. It was cute to think they were still trying.