#hitbrick

      it’s  a  lot  easier  to  get  new  jobs  here,  turns  out  there’s  a  lot  of  people  who  want  someone  dead.  he’s  not  complaining  by  any  means.  it  means  more  money  for  him  and  if  he’s  lucky,  he  can  scavenge  some  food  afterwards.  he’s  watched  the  target  for  a  few  days,  learned  his  habits  and  learned  his  scent.  he’s  got  his  sniper  ready  to  take  the  shot  and  a  crouched  position  as  he  gets  ready  to  play  the  waiting  game.  if  pattern  says  anything,  it  shouldn’t  be  much  of  one.  after  all,  he  has  a  date  to  get  to  in  a  few  hours,  he  can’t  be  wasting  too  much  time.  

      at  least,  it  wouldn’t  be  if  it  weren’t  for  the  fact  he  hears  somebody.  he’s  quick  to  grab  another  gun  from  his  bag,  standing  up  and  turning  to  face  the  sound.  smells  human,  it’ll  be  easier   to  handle  this.  if  he  doesn’t  decide  to  just  kill  them,  he  can  always  use  his  compulsion.  even  with  heightened  eyesight,  he  can’t  get  a  good  look  at  the  face  from  this  lighting.  no  matter,  he  supposes  it  doesn’t  really  matter.  ❛  listen,  mate,  i’m  feeling  generous  today  so  if  you  turn  and  pretend  ya  never  saw  anything,  i’ll  let  ya  make  it  out  of  here  alive!  whatcha  say?  ❜

       Gotham isn’t known for its romantic sight seeing but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Street level wise, that is. If anyone below were to be truly paying attention they could catch glimpses of dark silhouettes flit from building to building with the grace and practice from years of hardwork. They would see a young man in a red and yellow costume leading a young woman in purple across each rooftop until he rappelled up onto on top of a shipping warehouse and took a seat on the edge. Down below the wharf is sparkling, lapping water burning orange from the setting sun and the sky a deep purple with fog beginning to roll in the distance.

       Tim casts a glance over his shoulder when he finally hears Steph’s boots clack against the cement and scoots over so she can plop down beside him, offering a sheepish grin. “I really thought you had me back there but we can have a rematch later.”

       He half expects a smack on the head or flick on the ear from Stephanie but to his surprise she merely slips her hand into his and tugs them both into her lap. Even through the fabric of his glove her palm is warm and it feels like her fingers fit perfectly between his own. His expression immediately softens as he leans in to peck those pouty pink lips that quirk briefly against his chapped ones. “You’re cute, you know that?”

       he  can’t  help  but  laugh  at  the  timing  of  it  all.  he  ends  up  texting  someone  in  gotham  and  then  a  hit  comes  along  his  way  to  send  him  there.  so  of  course  he  texts  and  proposes  a  meet  up  (  priorities,  after  all  ).  it’ll  make  a  trip  for  a  regular  boring  job  a  hell  of  lot  more  interesting.  it’s  not  until  he  actually  gets  there  that  he  realizes  he  doesn’t  actually  know  what  she  looks  like.  downfall  of  meeting  through  a  random  phone  number  game.  so  he  takes  the  guess,  but  he  feels  his  chances  are  fairly  decent  with  the  little  amount  of  people.  bouncing  a  bit  on  his  heels  as  he  walks  over  to  her.  ❛  now  if  you’re  not  my  soulmate  i’m  gonna  be  real  disappointed.  ❜

      a  light  gasp  and  in  the  softest  voice  he  can  muster  he  speaks.  ❛  is  this  what  the  cool  kids  call  romance?  ❜  what  a  brat.

        They step out of the pizza parlor together. Outside, the sun is just starting to set, and heavy gray clouds line the sky, releasing the barest warm drizzle of rain. Stephanie holds her hands out and there’s a childlike gleam in those baby blue eyes, feeling drops freckle her arms and the slope of her neck, trickling down the back of her hoodie. Tim watches her with a wide smile, mesmerized by the sight and after a minute, he joins her. The two of them walking in a light shower, Steph laughing, the sound making his heart beat as fast as a hummingbird’s wings and when they stop at the crosswalk, Tim wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her in and kisses her softly. Feeling warm and tingling all over, a dizzy happiness in every nerve ending.  A touch of shyness flickers across Steph’s face when they part but stay close and she whispers so quietly he might have missed with rush hour traffic behind them, “Love you.” against the corner of his mouth.

        But he doesn’t and instead tucks his nose against the slope of hers and whispers back just for her to hear. “I love you, too.”