#rooftop talks

No good way for this to end

There was no good way for this to end.

There never had been, maybe that was why Layla had prolonged this whole cat and mouse game much more than she should have.

She didn't want to hurt him. Not to an significant extent. She may no longer be in love him, not in any significant sense but he was still important to her.

This was been the both of them.

So in stead of ruing disappearing in one of the alleyways and taking of, likely leaving him in after over the fact that someone knew his city better than him. she just moved it one of the few roofers this city had to offer that weren't likely to expose both of them to prying eyes, and wanted.

I was funny how that went. She had tiled her sled a couple of years ago she would never do that again, wait for him. But she did anyway, even if this was a very different context to what once had been.

The thought of the part distracted her for a moment to long. The fist colliding with her jaw was painful, but not enough to knock her out. To be honest she had had worse, even if it had been a while.

She still stumbled a few steps back and only barely avoided the next hit. Layla had forgotten how rash he was. No sens for banter in that man at all. No sense for a bit of fun. Not in moments like this, hardly when he was at home.

The hits came fast and precise, but he was not the only one with years of experience and some brutal training under his belt. If one would compare the two she produced had more of both. but she had spent most of her live killing, to harm her opponent as much as possible. She wanted to avoid herding him, which nullified some pf her experience. He also wore better body armor than her.

So the fight dragged on far longer than she was strictly comfortable with. Luckily she didn't have to win, not to day, not yet. She just needed a moment to Beach to talk. To get him to stop for a second.

And then finally.

'How is Lydia doing?" She missed her daughter, It had been a couple of weeks since she had seen her personally. They had talked on the phone of cause and Video-chatted when it had been save to, but still.

That was not the reason for her to ask though, not in this moment. Ciaran had many flaws but he loved his children, he loved his daughter, and he would do everything to protect them. Including being very diligent about separating his nightly activities form his personal live.

So her mentioning his daughter should get him to stop for a second.

"What do you want with my child" he still kept up the gruff facade how adorable. Despite that scared undertone that she likely only Capital because she has spent years of her live with this man.

"I would like to take her out to eat on Saturday actually. Considering I still have 50% custody." That through him of. Of course i did.

"What?"

Layla hadn't been all to open with he past during their relationship. She has States out of his city for the most part. He had known some of it of course. They had met on one of these roof Tops, but she had also stopped doing her job while they had been married. He had had more than enough money to support them both and Layla herself hadn't been to found of the blood on her hands.

Not that she had let him know that, when they had met she had been in a phase of her live in which she had tried her best to leave her past behind, to become something other than the beautiful weapon she had been made into. She still had had to pay Bills though, while lacking any evidence of an Education or even her own existence beyond blurred pictures on the front pages of papers all over the world. That had made finding a legal job hard. She had had the skills for burglary though, getting into places had been a vital pat of her live before the only different then had been not leaving a dead Body behind.

She hadn't killed until after the divorce, Had tried so hard to leave the blood behind. But sometimes people had to die. Pimp that abuse his working girls, that forced them into that live, deserved a cut thought. Sometimes there was a Rich man that the law didn't want to catch because the player them to well. Sometimes there was a whole organization making children into pretty little weapons, breaking them over and over again taking their humanity, their agency form them. Ingrained the killing so deep in side them that even if they tried to be different they couldn't.

"Do you remember when i told you you could keep your secret because i had my own, this is one of them dear."

The divorce hadn't been because she couldn't leave a live of Crime behind. Or because the blood was still hinging her Dream. It was a rather normal reason actually, she had been tired of eating for him, in between his day job and what he did at Night. He had been tired of her secrets, of her not allowing him to help to save her form what was obviously still hounding her.

It was a rather peaceful divorce as far as divorce went, some hearts were creaked, some fights were had. But in the end they had left each on relative friendly terms.

Showing him this now, this truth she had kept so far from him, because she had cared, because she in a way loved him even when everything Fell apart, could chance so many things.

Could end with her having to Break out of a prison and never see her child again, cold end with a fight.

But no matter how he would reacted there would be no good end.

Note:

Hi I’m tired and super surprised I actually wrote a story for today.

I spent most of my week either traveling, recovering from traveling or writing for Whumptober.

This is certainly not my best work note really good but it is something

So here goes nothing