#detectivewayne

Okay, so... he kind of threw one of these drug dealers through the wall of the abandoned warehouse Rich had tracked him to. Did he care? Kind of. Mostly cause he’d gotten too pissed off and hadn’t kept himself reined in, not to mention that he’d caused a good bit of damage in creating the hole in the wall. But hey, at least the rest of those lowlifes had surrendered pretty quickly after seeing that.

The Nova Prime was busy setting the drug dealers against the outer wall of the warehouse and binding their hands with glowing bands of Nova Force when he heard the police car roll up, making him turn his head. Right on time too. Wow, the cops were better here in Gotham than they ever were back in NYC. But there was a lot more crime here too, oddly.

Shushing protests, the little redhead swatted at Connor’s fingers and leveled a gloved finger at his nose. “Stop.” Barely a whisper, full of underlying threats of bodily harm that they weren’t at all likely to carry out-- The man was obviously concussed, after all. And bleeding.

B-but... wait, I'm gonna regret googling this aren't I?

Yep. 

He sighed, looking down at his hands--they didn't even look like his own anymore. He was quiet a long while, just staring at the bright blue veins against paper pale skin, before he spoke, his voice as light as baby's breath. "I am. I'm afraid."

He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of his voice. It was so fragile. And Fred was afraid to walk over to him because he thought the moment he touch him, he'd break. 

"Of what?"