#shadowassassinblix

Blix moved at a leisurely pace. It was a strange feeling, being a vigilante. She, like her current partner, was far more used to committing crimes than fighting them. The night was calm, and pleasantly warm, which helped given that they were stalking around wearing 30lbs of armor and gear.

Upon hearing him call out for her, she started to respond before bracing herself as he latched himself onto her back.  “Ye- Oof!”

She sighed loudly. How did I get stuck with this CHILD as my best friend? She adjusted his legs for a moment, before carrying on, albeit at much slower pace. “You really need to start giving me better warnings that you want a piggyback. One day I’m not gonna catch you and we are both going to crash down to the cement. So are we looking for anyone/anything in particular or are we just meant to patrol until sun comes up?” Blix asked as they made their way through an alley.

Lurching forward as he nearly bowled over Blix, Billy felt his stomach drop for a moment. Luckily for them both, she caught her balance and didn’t throw him off of her.

“If I give you a heads up it’s not nearly as fun,” he chimed, jumping down off of her back, nearly tripping but managing to get his feet under himself. Walking down the alley, he glanced around, skirting around a rat making its way to the nearby dumpster. “Patrol until sunrise. Better this than minding communications in the bunker.”

It had luckily been a quiet night, the streets mostly empty, crime seemingly at a low point. It was nice to think that perhaps what he was doing was making a difference. Maybe things in the city were safer than they once were. Regardless, it felt good to get out, look at the lights and hear the sounds of the city. Perhaps the future ahead was bright. Perhaps his future ahead was bright.

Looking over at his companion, Billy grinned. An odd pair the two of them made, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Besides, who else would agree to dogsit his ill behaved hundred pound pooch?

Vince eyed the woman warily though his posture was relaxed, leaned back against the brick wall of the Dvali theater. She’d been here, in Dvali territory, more than once. She wasn’t a mobster though and certainly not an undercover agent like himself. She was something else entirely. Something along the lines of the Batman, or perhaps more like the Joker, or Scarecrow, or any of the rest of the absurd masked men and women who lived in this city. She was the kind of person who could only exist in a place like Gotham.

Expression blank, he shrugged one shoulder. “Its just a warning. Make of it what you will.”

I rolled my eyes and frowned at Ophelia. While I thought Ophelia was a beautiful dog, she had no self-control. She ate everything her large paws could get a hold of. Billy doesn’t know it yet, but the next time he left Ophelia with me for a mission, I planned on putting her in obedience school.

“For a grown man, you whine a lot. Honestly it isn’t even that cold,” I said stuffing some popcorn into my mouth.

Ophelia kept looking at me and was now whining softly for my attention. I scooted over a bit, putting a bit more space between us, and sighed before I said softly, “Ophelia? If you promise not to drool into my bowl of popcorn, you can-” I was cut off by her excitedly hopping up into my lap. I jerked the bowl of popcorn away from her, and almost hit Billy in the process. Once she had successfully curled onto my lap, I lightly set the bowl on top of her, and apologized to Billy.

Blix’s menagerie made for a good place to leave Ophelia when Billy was out on missions. The assassin took good care of her animals, which left him resting easy, knowing his dog was in good hands. He hoped that she behaved herself while he was gone, but doubted that was ever the case, considering she didn’t behave herself when he was there.

“It’s below zero out there and getting colder in here by the minute!” Billy shot back, tugging some of the blanket away from her. “If Gotham would bother with a better power grid, we wouldn’t be having this problem.”