#darkaveragestache

Chase was supposed to be undercover for Dark. He was wearing a grey Tool band hoodie and black with a beanie instead of his usual hat. He felt wrong. He wanted his hat back, but he was infinitely more recognizable when his face was half hidden. Unlike every other hero who had to bend over backwards to hide their faces.

Dark wanted him to get a handle for how many demon hunters were still in the city, and Chase was more than willing to scout around for him. Dark had been doing his best to round up as many as he could find and kill them.

Chase would have fought him more on the killing stance if they weren’t trying to murder his own kids. The triplets had been attracting a lot of attention, and they needed to protect them. But Chase would sooner be dead than let anything happen to them.

He was sneaking around Brighton, not Dark’s territory. It was more of Anti’s turf but it was close enough to his ex-wife’s place for him to want to take a look.

While he was about to wrap around he noticed the colors around him became more vibrant.

“Oh, you fucker,” Chase said as he looked around and saw Wilford standing behind him.

Chase moved the instant he realized that Wilford had his prized revolver out, trying to close the distance as the gun was coming towards him. The scuffle was easy, too easy. Chase had Wil on his back in some alleyway. Wil’s gun in one hand and he was pinned to the ground.

“I was busy,” Chase told him.

“And I was bored,” Wilford admitted.

“Go bother Abe, usually you bother Abe,” Chase argued and then there was a weird sense of vertigo and Chase felt like he was falling through the floor and right into Dark’s office where he was trying to work on some paperwork.

He straightened up a bit when they suddenly appeared.

Chase scrambled up and grabbed Wilford’s gun, bringing it over to Dark. He didn’t even look up from his paperwork to take it and slide it into his inside suit coat pocket.

“Look, chatty Kathy,” Chase turned back to Wil, fixing the front of his hoodie. “I’m trying to work, could you wait until I’m done.”

“I’m just saying, Darky isn’t the only one who wants to have a little fun,” Wilford winked at him.

“Pass, not looking to get stabbed in the not-so-good way again,” Chase said.

Wilford shrugged, walking around the desk to get Dark a kiss on the cheek. Dark leaned into it. “A shame.”

“What’s the report?” Dark asked.

“There numbers are down and they don’t seem to be going back up, but they’re definitely following the twins around,” Chase said before stopping. “Triplets, sorry.”

“Now there’s no need to forget about Memento, he’s a quieter one but he’s still there,” Wilford said.

Chase stared at the madman. “Anyways. We watch over them closely and they should be fine. They’re getting good at protecting themselves.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chase said. “Last I checked the triplets were still in the Manor. Hopefully they’ll stay put for a while.”

Dark had some noise. “I doubt it.”

“Yeah,” Chase agreed.

“They’re all such free spirits, come on, they’re having fun,” Wilford said.

“They’re allowed to have fun, but they shouldn’t try and get themselves killed,” Chase said.

“Bah,” Wilford said as he cleared off a spot on Dark’s desk and sat down. “Death is a joke and the triplets know how to play the game better than their siblings. They’ll be fine.”

Dark looked over at Wilford, unconvinced but he wasn’t arguing the issue at the moment. Chase rolled his eyes and grabbed his hat off the couch in Dark’s office where he’d left it.

“Going back on patrol, if any of the heroes show up, give them a nice hello for me.” Chase looked back at Dark and Wil as he put on his hat. He felt a lot better with it back on.

“Of course, of course.” Wilford smiled. He was holding up his prized revolver again, suddenly appearing there again despite Dark having it last. “Do the same if you see them first.”