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it happens before she notices — his hand is holding hers, and the feeling is a familiar weight. at first, she’s not sure how to react, but then she laces her fingers with his, palms pressing together. she wasn’t sure why she was up here, with him, but she wasn’t going to complain.
"So, how long do you figure before the trouble starts?”  He smiles beneath the mask, finally looking down to the streets below.  Really he hopes that it remains a quiet evening, but knows there has to be like fifty different crimes happening on this stretch of blocks alone.













