#harley01

While the carnival was still all the town could talk about, Ignas had already been and was honestly kind of over it by now. He was happy to work and catch up with the residents that frequented On the Rocks. 

Ignas was in the middle of wiping down the counter as he chatted away with Harley, a customer who came in earlier that night and they spent quite a bit of time talking while Ignas made drinks for other patrons. There was some form of normalcy falling back into Ignas’ life as he’d gotten past the anniversary of losing his brother and being excommunicated from his coven. However, he’d be lying if he said Harley mentions of his own brother didn’t bring about a tinge of sadness in him. 

But as the night went on and everyone was chatting away, the usual fireworks from the carnival began to sound. “There go the fireworks.” Ignas had become used to by now “Guess we might be getting more people in.” He added, knowing that some of the residents stopped by after their nights at the carnival. But seconds later. he heard something... else? His brows furrowed as he looked around at the other patrons, and the looks of confusion on their faces showed Ignas he wasn’t the only one thinking it was strange. He then turned to Harley. “That-... that didn’t sound like fireworks.” 

@harleycide liked for a starter!!

       Oh crap, crap, crap. Was that--? No, it couldn't be, right? Here she was, minding her own business, walking down the pavement and taking the initiative to patrol part of the city. It's what Batman would have done, right? Being kidnapped was no excuse to not protect the innocents being wronged here.