#owenxjackson

Tonight’s crime was nothing more than a mugging in an alleyway that Hope spotted. Not only had he changed sex, it seemed his teleporting abilities were acting up too. He couldn’t travel more than one mile at a time and it was fucking annoying. By the time he finally arrived at the scene of the crime, someone else was there – someone he hadn’t ever seen before. He seemed to be a new vigilante, judging by the hood and the face covering. Stunned, Finn watched as this stranger fought this guy off, only coming to his senses when he saw a knife come out behind the mugger’s back. “Hey, watch out!” he called, springing into action. His powers might have been dampened, but he was still quicker than the average human. Before the mugger could stab Jackson, Finn came in with a spin kick right into the man’s head, knocking him sideways and onto the ground. That would only keep him down for a minute or so, but it’d be plenty of time for an interrogation. 

He turned on Jackson, fixing the glowing blue stare from his visor on him. “Who the fuck are you?” 

Silence reigned for a solid sixty seconds before FaBi found her words again.  “Oh helllllll no.  Fuck this, fuck whoever did this, and for fuck’s fucking sake.”  A gag came up her throat unbidden, shortly followed by another one as she stumbled away from the horror show that had become the men’s room.  A regular had warned her that someone had utterly destroyed the restroom, but she hadn’t been expecting anything nearly this bad.  “They do not pay me nearly enough to deal with this literal fucking shit.  Antonio!” came the near banshee like screech towards security as she backed away, gagging again as she promptly backed into another patron.

“Do not.  Go past this point.  Not if you value your fucking sense of smell or want to sleep tonight.  Take a deuce at the restaurant next door if you have to, or piss in the fucking bushes, just do not go in there.  ANTONIO!” came the louder cry to be heard over the thumping music.