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Gabriel could sense the other’s powers and felt the energy he gave off. He nodded and looked at the other. “Did you want to go get something to eat?” He asked curiously, not sure who the other was, but not really too much of someone that is picky when it comes to hanging out with people. “Really?” He nodded, finding this fascinating and finally someone that was a father too. “I thought i was the only one here with a kid.” He laughed and shook his head. “I know this one is going to be a busy body. Her father is a gazillionaire and I was an emperor. So she’s going to have that drive and determination. Hopefully its for something good. What is your daughter’s name?” He asked then thought to himself. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

It isn’t every day that someone offers him to join them for lunch, but who is Axel to refuse? He smiles at the offer though because that’s something he would never turn down. “I’d love to get something to eat. I’m not picky about where we go I’ll eat anything.” The Mutant admits while pulling out his phone to pull up a photo of his daughter. She was seven years old with long blonde hair — smiling as she poses on the ice in her new skates. “Her name‘s Mila.” He can’t relate to being rich, but has enough money to get by comfortably. It took some effort to rise up out of the shadows Gotham tried to consume him with. “She’s really into ice skating and gymnastics. She recently developed some abilities ... turns out she’s a Mutant like me so that’s something we’re also dealing with.” Axel hopes that he doesn’t regret mentioning it.

Onions have layers; Ben was following in the fashion statement of an onion, hoody sweatshirt that was in a tan colour and a cream knitted sweater with a fraying, all purposeful to make him look like a student and the hoody to hide his face from cameras - blurry face tech in the lining of the hoody, oh how far they have come. His glasses just glasses from Biles - nothing special. “With a name like Biles, I was born with a sense of adventure probably had to run away a lot when I was a kid, I’m assuming with a name like that, Jimmy boy.” He slid the ID badge into the his jeans’ pocket, thumb catching on a puckered stitch. The rain had ceased to stop it’ll give them a break, usually, the kid had bad luck when it came to these types of things but it seemed that someone above was giving him a break. 

“Yeah, I’ll give you that one. Brooding is like the city’s branding on the civilians,” Ben mused at the light-heartedness that the two have formed in the short time of knowing each other. “The weather must remind you of your hometown?” He said shutting the door, Ben raised his eyes having to tilt them up at the taller male - he wasn’t classed as short in this timeline and yet he was in his own, male population are 6 foot and over, Ben was 6′1. He put it down to growth hormones or it had to be something they were consuming in the future that helped. “Let’s go play with Danger, my good ol’ friend Jimmy.” He smiled, went over to the blind spot of the fencing, it was the closest to an open window from the ai system. Jumping the fence with a little more effort then he’s used to but to others, it looked like he didn’t break a sweat. Popping his head in the window to check if the coast is clear before flopping in like a dead fish. “All clear.” 

Axel has never been busted before and doesn’t intend on this being the first time it happens. He can play the role of Jimmy, not that he knows much of anything about being a reporter, but lucky for himself has become excellent at improvising. He doesn’t really mind the rain, even if his abilities are fire in nature — there was a certain beauty to it sometimes. “It really is something is Gothamites are known for.” He doesn’t see it as a bad thing, but maybe that’s just because Axel has lived with this his entire life. He smirks at his friend, happy that they’ve formed this bond. “Yeah, it doesn’t remind me of Gotham. You could always count on it to be cloudy most of the time. It was a real treat if we got a blue sky.” He laughs while shutting his door too.

“Off to play with danger we go!” Axel declares as he started following Ben over time a blind part of the fencing. He was an expert at breaking and entering, so he would be useful, but knows that doing this to where the X-Men live might not be the best idea. He was excited though to use the Danger Room and let loose a little. Axel hops over the fence with some grace and slowly approaches the window. “They must all be busy. Are we heading through this window?” He asks while taking a glance for himself. He steps forward to lift it up so it doesn’t make a noise. “You first or want me to go, Biles?” He teases with a grin.

YOU’RE LOSERS. The symbiote hisses in his mind and Benjamin clenched his teeth momentarily ― about subconsciously reply to Sleeper aloud before the red-eyed symbiote piped up again. SEMI-FUN LOSERS. Saved Benjamin from off-putting Axel, talking to one-self can be over off-putting to others he’s learnt that the hard way but it is all subconscious taking over. “Whatever Jimmy, where is your sense of adventure? Biles is the name of the future for all we know.” He joshed around, ushering the hack of secret chat between himself and ai of Danger Room to give them passage for some time with Axel, steady finger pressing the enter button.

Stowing away the borrowed laptop on the floor of the car, opening the door to let the weather in. “Just remember, dude. Play up the whole blazon borderline brooding journalist if you get stopped, the students love a good chat about their own abilities.” Patting Axel on the shoulder before braving the rainy weather if calculations are right, the majority of the students should be occupied by a movie. Endearing that Axel was excited about breaking into the school to borrow the Danger Room. “Let’s go, man,” brought his fraying cream knitted sweater sleeves and tagging the hoody up. 

“I have a sense of adventure, Biles.” The Mutant says with a laugh, seeing this as quite an opportunity to have some fun that he normally doesn’t get. He was a master at stealth which also means sometimes going undercover. He was good at not being detected and if Axel needed to pretend to be whoever Jimmy really is? He could make it work. There’s part of him that’s proud of the kid for being able to get his hands on these. “Whatever you say.” He says whole opening his door slowly, knowing that they’d be ready to go soon.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m from Gotham, brooding is in our blood.” Axel laughs at his own words, but with how gloomy his hometown is there was something to that. “I just hope that it doesn’t come to that, maybe they have so many students and staff there that they’d think we belong.” He was excited for some classic breaking and entering. Axel steps outside of the vehicle — standing at six foot five. He closes the door behind him, and just grins over at his friend. “I’m ready when you are.” His hands pinning the fake badge to his jacket for now before resting his palms in the pockets.

“It could even be multiple people if you want,” Belphegor offered. Back in Hell, his kingdom was full of tortured souls, so he felt like the more people were there, the more it would feel like home. Belphegor wasn’t as malicious as some of his brothers when it came to torture. It was mainly just because he didn’t care as much, but the thought of having a friend excited him. He felt willing to do more and torture more to keep that friend. “Do you have any preferences on what donut place we get them from. We can maybe find the people to torture while we’re there too.” He nodded. “They exist everywhere. I can feel it, especially the people who think they deserve it.”

There was probably a certain look in his eye, as this was encouraging the thought of torturing someone — more than just one actually. It was always better having someone else with you to take in the fun too. “I like the way you’re thinking, get a group of people to torture.” Some of his words spoken more quietly, but knows that nobody is paying attention in here anyway. “Well it’s not as much fun if they enjoy it, but that would be interesting. I don’t like what donut place we go to, but maybe somewhere local. I’m sure there would be some unfortunate souls lingering around there waiting to be burned.” He scribbles his number on a napkin and slides it across the table. “I can find a place and text you the address.”

“Trust me I have definitely been there.” Remember ruining many shirts from his fighting days, but that had long ended and he was glad about it, but now he had to worry about Kathryn throwing up or wasting food on his shirts, so he carried a few of them in his bag. “Gabriel. Gabriel Summers.” He smiled and took out the shirt and a few wipes for the male to fully clean himself up. “But yeah, now I am a papa, so I have to deal with food spilling and throw up on my shirts now.” He chuckled and pointed to the now sleeping little girl in the stroller.”

Axel really should invest some money in getting some more durable clothes. He would love to have them be fireproof for when using his abilities — but knows that’s just going to always be a dream since he’s not Tony Stark or Reed Richards and doesn’t know them either. Which is fine, he just burns through shirts quite literally and they either turn to a pile of ash leaning him shirtless or cant be worn anywhere with the holes and scorch marks. “It’s nice to meet you, Gabriel. I have a daughter as well so I get the whole fatherhood thing.  Just wait until she’s older — mine’s seven and has so many activities.”

“You know, I didn’t really think of it that way, but that is comforting.” Belphegor smiled softly, just thinking about it. He generally didn’t struggle with sleeping, but he’d at least be a little more relaxed and less anxious. Maybe if they’d start torturing people up here too, the screams would sound even more like home, and he’d sleep even better. “Gotham? I don’t think I’ve been there, or I might’ve been. I’ve been a lot of places, but it’s hard to remember them all, especially when they change names all the times. Did you hear about Constantinople?” Humans always had to make things so complicated. “Really? I don’t think I’ve met a lot of people here like that, but it’s great!” He was nearly hopping with excitement. He felt like he didn’t need to try as hard now, not that he really tried hard before either, but he didn’t feel as restrained now. Axel seemed like he’d understand Belphegor’s position more. “It sounds effective. I’d like to see it. Maybe we can find someone who deserves it sometime … after the donuts.”

Axel hasn’t gotten the chance to really torture someone in quite a while. He has always been interested when it comes to the act, and maybe that makes him twisted in anyone else’s mind. It was reassuring though in making a friend that understands it and would be encouraging it. “I’m open to these plans. We get to torture someone and have doughnuts so what could be better?” The Mutant thinks that sounds like a day well spent. “The city is crawling with vermin who deserve it so you have my word that it shouldn’t be hard to do. You know that though don’t you?”

“Exactly!” Belphegor agreed. Naps didn’t exactly solve any of Belphegor’s problems, but they were a momentary relief from the shackles of reality. “Yeah, it’s got some similarities though. New York and Hell both have a lot of people shouting,” though in Hell that was mainly because they were being tortured. “It’s got different areas, so it’s different depending on whose kingdom you’re in. In my kingdom, the people there dance in a pit of snakes. In Aamon’s kingdom, people are dismembered alive. The people in Asmodeus’s kingdom are force-fed rats, toads, and snakes. People in Mammon’s kingdom are boiled in fancy oil. Everyone in Levi’s kingdom has to stay in freezing water. Beel’s kingdom smothers people in fire and brimstone. Lucifer’s pretty much in charge of everything overall, but the people in his kingdom are broken on a wheel. But for us, it’s pretty nice. I can sleep through anything, so the screaming doesn’t bother me.” He shrugged. Belphegor watched as Axel’s arm caught on fire. “Neat. Does it hurt you at all? Or does it just feel warm?”

“Well at least you have shouting here to make you feel at home. People are always making noise back in Gotham too. Which is where I’m from.” It was close to here, New Jersey isn’t that far off. He doesn’t know what to say to all of that, but the smile never leaves his face because torture is something that the Mutant has always been fond of. He could think of so many new ways to make people talk or punish them depending on the reason they deserved it. “It all sounds very interesting, I do have to say sounds like my idea of a fun time.” His head looks around at the people around them who aren’t really paying them any mind. Axel turns back to Bel though. “We all have our favorite ways to torture, don’t we? I’ve burned people alive before by shooting beams of fire in their mouths.” He says this in a whisper while leaning over the table, making sure nobody hears it though. “I haven’t done that in a while, but it sure is something that brings me joy when they deserve it. When it comes to the fire it just feels warm, I’m immune to fire hurting me. Which is nice.”

“All business and no naps isn’t the way to do things either,” Belphegor added on. He got criticized a lot for how many naps he took, but really, he felt like the others needed to take naps more. It might’ve helped some of them be less grumpy so often. Granted, archangels didn’t need to sleep. Belphegor just enjoyed doing it, the same way Asmodeus didn’t need to eat, but enjoyed doing it. “Yeah, we’re from Hell. It’s pretty different from New York. Bigger for one. My brothers and I each live in our own sections of it, and there’s a lot of space for all the souls there.” Belphegor didn’t mind answering. Hell was full of torture and pain, but it was still home to him. “You have abilities too? What kind?” he asked interested.

“You need some naps in the mix of your day.” Axel wouldn’t judge someone for how much they sleep, not much of his own business anyway. It was all a personal choice and if he had the time to nap every day then the Mutant would very much do it. “Hell? Well, I do imagine that’s very different from New York. I’ve never been but what’s it like?” He has only ever been to Gotham and this city. While this might be odd to anyone else, Axel knows that even somewhere like Hell existing sounds true. Anything is possible, yeah? “I have fire generation and manipulation abilities.” His hand suddenly covered in fire, spreading up his arm and past his elbow for a moment. He lets the fire linger, and then puts it out in an instant.    

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Rain pit-patters tranquil intent, fingers repeat the pattern of the rainfall against the keys of the borrowed laptop, nerves brought the strikes of the keys, inhale pulled from the freckled nose only debating the plan for a whole three seconds, extricating the captured exhale. The hold around his throat from an unseen hand whispering, THIS WILL BE FUN EVEN WITH FIREFIST.

Warm whiskey hues peered over at the man in the driver’s side of the car, narrowing that he may back out, after all, it will be dangerous. “Look, man, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Benjamin’s voice barely heard over the missiles of water jetting off the metal of the car, pushing the fake glasses up the ridge of that freckled nose, glancing intently over his shoulder at the Jean Grey School for higher learning Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. “Danger room won’t tell if asked we’re from the Daily Bugle… You want to be Jimmy or Biles?” Having acquired both name id badges when he called about a bogus story about a ufo.

“I’ll be JIMMY,” Axel admits while taking the identification badge. He looks at it for a moment, the idea of having a normal job is strange. He never had one himself, but doesn’t ever really want one. His gaze looks over at the school for a moment and then back at his friend. This is a place you never thought he would come to see or go inside of this school and home for his people. Mutants are welcomed here, and maybe that’s why he thought they’d have come for him when his powers developed. Could he let this anger go? Maybe only a little, but not completely.

Axel finally speaks up again, with a grin spread across his face. “I want to do this. What are we waiting for?  The danger room is waiting for us, dude.” He was excited to let loose a little, using his powers always brought him great JOY.

Belphegor chuckled. “That’s what I always tell them. We have family reunions sometimes, but they always feel more like business meetings and less like we’re just hanging out. That, or we just meet because something’s wrong or someone did something wrong. Coming here was probably the closest thing to a vacation, and we still don’t really see everyone together here.” He sighed. He wished they could all just do something fun together, with both sides of Heaven and Hell. “Oh, no, I mean they’re not wrong. I have the ability to make everyone around me feel sad and tired. It’s just a matter of fact, but it’s not all the time. Sometimes I have it under control, like now, but I’d love to have a thing.”

"All business and no fun isn’t the way to do things if you ask me. You have to throw in some enjoyable experiences in the mix of the from meetings and hard work. What do you mean by coming here? Are you and your family not from here? Would it be too much to ask where? I’m curious how different your home is to New York City. I understand if that’s not something you want to answer. “ Maybe Axel is just curious about family dynamics and what it’s like to have siblings.  Either way, they’re friends and wants to learn more about them. “I understand what it’s like on some level to have abilities, but nothing like what you can do. We’ll definitely have a thing. It’s official now.“

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“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“Why are you making it sound like I’m the one who clearly needs a break?” Jason smirked and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek, resting his weight on one of his knees and turning to the side to lie down next to him. “It’s because you’re getting old.” He said jokingly. Axel was only over two years older than him, but he still liked to tease with that. He reached out to grab a cig, holding it between his lips for the other to light it for him while his other hand reached for the blanket to cover his torso. He always felt totally comfortable with Axel and didn’t hide about himself, but that was something he still couldn’t stop doing. “I have a question for you that I definitely shouldn’t be asking right now. But who would I be if I didn’t do the wrong thing, right?”

“I’m very old, I should think about getting a cane.” Axel teases while his gaze watches as his boyfriend lays down next to him. Their daughter asleep in her room after a busy day out on the ice. He easily makes a flame appear off his index finger to light the cigarette between Jason’s lips, the fire disappearing after pulling his hand away. He sits up a little, looking over at him almost nervous about what Jason wanted to ask, but loves him so doesn’t mind whatever it is. “You have me nervous, baby. What is it? I’m not in trouble am I? You can ask me anything, you know that.”

“Yeah, it’s basically a family business.” Belphegor nodded. Heaven and Hell were basically just two businesses, and both were run by Belphegor’s family. He shrugged. “It’s got its ups and downs. I like spending time with my family, but it’s tough too. Sometimes, it feels like they care more about running everything than they care about each other.” It really saddened Belphegor when they got like that. They felt lonely almost all the time just because it didn’t even feel like they were family sometimes. “I don’t know if I’m that fun to have around. Most people consider me kinda a downer.” It wasn’t really Belphegor’s fault for that. Their body just emitted a depressing atmosphere. “But I’d love to meet for donuts.” He grinned.

Basically? Axel doesn’t quite understand what his friend here meant by that, but doesn’t question it. Perhaps there was more to the backstory that the Mutant isn’t aware of. He knows better than to get involved in the drama that surrounds someone else’s family. People don’t like having someone putting their nose in their business anyway. “I’m sorry to hear that. It sounds like maybe they need a vacation? A little break from the work you all do. Family gatherings or reunions. Those are things that people with family do.” He only has his daughter and Jason really. “You don’t seem like a downer to me, how dare anyone say that. I’m glad though, maybe it can be our thing.”

Belphegor wasn’t used to a lot of people respecting him, so when Axel said that he respected his business, Belphegor felt a little prideful, even puffing out his chest slightly. “I’ve started making a lot more deals recently, but yeah, I’m pretty high up in the chain of command. My brother is the main one in charge, but I run a pretty big section too. So I guess you could say I’m important.” He nodded. Belphegor practically beamed at the question, his smile happy and radiant. “I would love to be friends!”

It was interesting, always thinking that working with family didn’t work out for most people, but maybe it does for some people after all. “It’s a family business then? I think that makes it more special. How do you like working with your siblings?” Axel asks since it was an experience that he wouldn’t ever have, but also if they would be friends he wanted to take interest in his life. “You won’t regret that I promise you. I’m fun to have around. Who knows next time we can meet up here for donuts instead of you watching me clean up my mess.” He needs more friends in the city so it’s perfect.

Belphegor nodded. “Yeah, I think assistants are great. It’s nice to have someone help, so you don’t have to do as much work by yourself.” Besides, Belphegor got lonely sometimes, and it was nice to have someone to talk to, even if Maze mainly just pretended to listen while sharpening her blades. “A business? I guess you could call it that yeah.” He nodded. “Businesses make a lot of deals, and I do that too.”

“A businessman, I respect that.” Axel admits with a smile, having met so many of them over the years, but this one seems to be one of the nicer ones. Doesn’t seem shady at all, which is a nice change. “You make deals? You sound awfully important.” He admits while wanting to ask what kind of business he dealt with exactly, but knows that knows better than to pry. “It’s never any fun working on your own for too long — always better to have a friend.” Axel could see the two of them becoming close too, wondering if he felt the same. “Do you want to be friends?”

Truthfully he was glad that Kat was sleeping and wouldn’t see the blood. Not that she would even know what it was. He nodded his head and chuckled when the other talked. “Right, right.” He nodded his head and looked at the other with a bright smile. “Actually I do. Extra shirt too if you need it.” He moved to grab the diaper bag, he was on a nightly walk and decided to venture out more.

“I would really appreciate that, made quite a mess of myself,” Axel says gesturing to the blood staining his shirt. While he doesn’t mind the sight or smell of blood on a normal day, but it wasn’t an ideal look for being out in public like this. He doesn’t need all the people pointing fingers at him or reporting him to any local authorities due to their paranoia. Axel doesn’t have a record and won’t start now. “I’m Axel by the way. You didn’t have to do this so it’s really nice. I don’t want to walk around covered in my own blood.”

Chloe may have been pained to reiterate, but she would if it put him at ease. “I assure you, we aren’t interested at this time. If such a time does occur that we are, you’ll be the first to know.” she smiled wryly. “Your’e far too valuable to us to investigate any….past occurrences you may…or may not have been involved in.” The raise of her brows seemed to suggest, she knew more than she was sharing- but was willing to keep his secret for the sake of the greater good.

“Are you familiar with the crime boss, the cluemaster? Well, boss may be somewhat of a stretch. More like….committed crime enthusiast with lofty ambitions.”

It makes Axel feel better that she wouldn’t be investigating his history. He has worked for several criminals over the years, since he was always one of the best henchman money could buy.  He was loyal while working for you, but that’s all behind him now. He wasn’t for hire anymore really, but that doesn’t mean his thieving ways are completely gone. Axel would always have that kind of personality. “I’m valuable? I sure like the sound of that, and you’re right about that.”

He grins though, knowing that the detective is smart to know more than she would be letting on. “I know him, he’s a weird man if you ask me. What’s up with his weird feud with Riddler? Anyway, let me guess — he’s starting some trouble here in New York, am I right? I happen to know what bar he hands out around sometimes, quite the sketchy place though.”

“Oh, well, I’m Belphegor then,” he greeted the man. Belphegor didn’t tend to be very dramatic themselves. It was usually easier for them to be straightforward. Going against Aamon in Cupid’s defense was probably the most dramatic they’d been in a while. “I do. Well, Maze isn’t exactly an assistant, but she does help me run things when I’m not around.” Even when they were around, Maze still helped them run their kingdom.

“I’m missing out on an experience, maybe I should get an assistant too. I don’t have a use for one, but maybe there could be one found for them. It’s nice to meet you, Belphegor.” Axel should tone down his dramatics, remembering what the woman who ran the orphanage used to say to him growing up. ‘You need to be more mature, Axel. No family will keep you otherwise.’ and she was right. No one kept him, his own fault. “So do you run a business or something?”