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Introduction

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Welcome to The City. It's a city where the police officers work with superheroes and attempt to control the villains. But in this city, the civilians aren't perfectly happy with that. They don't like the idea of these "goddamn mutants" running around and being able to do whatever the hell they want. Sure, they'll cry out for them when they're in trouble, but when they're safe, their opinions change.

So when someone offers to get rid of them for once and for all, most people don't dare ask questions. As the heroes do, they decide to engage in civil negotiations with this man. Maybe some sort of arrangement can be come to. But someone in the "villainous" team gets inside information. It turns out that the other side doesn't intend on engaging in civil negotiation with the heroes- they intend on kidnapping them.

At first, the villains don't do anything, expecting the heroes to break themselves out of it. But then, that doesn't happen. Instead, they actually do get captured. A few escape. Some get recaptured.

One, however, does escape and goes into hiding. She hears whispers of villains, villains that are smart enough to stay out of the public eye. Smart enough not to get caught. She does some research and finds the name of one, one who has been known to offer themselves out as a mercenary, a master thief for hire. She decides to ask them for help... But can a hero and a villain ever really co-operate?

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The Villain | FC: Lynn Gunn | iCat

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The Hero | FC: Tay Jardine | xXxCryptic-AngelxXx

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Willow Rogers played by iCat
"the demons in the dark lie again."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Patrons moved entered and exited the bar, moving around the cold girl staring at the neon sign. She had been there for at least ten minutes, debating on whether or not entering would be a good idea. She knew the person she was meeting with--the thief who calls himself Spectre--could help her. However, the bar was known to be a villain hot spot. Which is probably why Spectre chose it. Max, on the other hand, was a hero. She was out of uniform, but what if she was recognized? Or worse, what if this was a trap?

A drunk couple, a balding man who reeked of gin and a woman who was pretty under dressed given the cold weather, came stumbling out and knocked into Max's shoulder, knocking her off balance. "Hey, watch it, slut!" The man slurred as the woman on his arm giggled.

"Watch it yourself," Max muttered as they continued down the street towards the cheap motels. Turning her attention back to the bar, Max took a deep breath, shook out the tightness from her muscles, and pushed the doors open.

The bar was dimly lit and filled with some country song from the jukebox in the corner. The floor was sticky and the whole place smelled like beer and sawdust. Pool balls clacked, drunks guffawed as one man fell from his bar stool, and glasses clinked behind the bar as the bartender worked for his tips. He was mixing something that reminded her of grape koolaid and then lit it on fire. Second degree burns. Treatment: stop the burning, cover with gauze, transport to the hospital. She thought as she watched, remembering the medical training she started and never finished. Student loans were a bitch to pay off and she didn't want to be in debt her whole life. She figured it was a sign it wasn't meant to be. It didn't mean she didn't retain the information though.

She leaned against the wall, out of the way, and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through the conversation she had with Spectre. He said he would be to the right of the bar in a corner booth and dressed in black. She looked around the room and noticed--without much surprise--that most people in the bar were wearing black. Her own clothing was all black and her hood was even pulled up over her head. Which, being inside could be considered strange now that she was inside, but no one seemed to notice her. Finally, she spotted a figure in the far corner, obviously waiting for someone. There was no one else around them and the other booths in the corners were either empty or full of people.

So, she supposed, it was going to be that booth. She took another deep breath, shoved her hands into her pockets, and made her way over to the table. She walked slowly and with an air of confidence that said she had no where else to be and that she would take her own sweet time getting to where she was going. She slid into the cushioned seat and said, in a low voice, "Spectre, I presume."

A waiter approached for drink orders and she ordered without putting much thought into it. "A sweet tea for me." She said without much formality. No smile, no please, and no thank you. Her foster mother would've scolded her for being rude, but if there was anything she learned from life as a scorned hero it was that kindness got you nowhere in this city. Once the waiter left, she turned her attention back to the shadow sitting across from her. "Shall we?"

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#2018-04-25 15:03:09, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow always preferred to be early to these meetings. If she was in position, it minimised the chances of her face being seen. Which was exactly what she wanted. Spectre worked in the shadows, and she wasn't going to have her face seen until a deal was struck. Having her appearance given away was too much of a risk. She was too easy to identify.

She hadn't come alone either. She never did these deals fully alone. She had plants all around the bar. She didn't tend to work with people that much, but villains stuck together, especially in times like this. With heroes going missing, villains had to be next. And, surprisingly, there was honour among thieves when it came to this. She had two people at the bar, one or two planted in the group next to her, three or four near the door, and even the bartender.

And yet, Willow was still on edge. Strength in numbers had done nothing for the heroes. She had no idea what she was walking into- or rather, what was walking into her. She watched the crowd wearily, her hood pulled low in her eyes, and slouched in the shadows as much as she could. Sure, this bar was a popular spot with villains, but that didn't mean everyone here was allied with her.

And then she spotted someone walking towards her. Confident, like they had all the time in the world. Or like they wanted to appear that way. Willow smirked. Intimidation wasn't going to work with her. The bigger you were, the harder you fell. Didn't just apply to security guards.

The girl who slid into her booth was pretty. Dark hair, dressed in a way that was similar to Willow herself. She didn't reply to the comment about her being Spectre, simply waited.
One of the waitresses came over to ask for their drinks. The woman asked for sweet tea. "Jack and Coke, please. Thanks, Kate." She said.

"So. Business. How can I help you?" Willow asked.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max kicked her feet up on the seat beside her and placed her hands behind her head in a position of absolute relaxation. It was a good front to hide the shaking in her fingers. The waitress came back with her sweet tea and she nodded her thanks, still feeling the need to be polite and to please even in an environment that could be hostile to people like her. Although, she had to remember, She wasn't a hero here. She wasn't Mockingbird here. She was Banshee. An alias she had to use to preserve her life.

Max flexed one of her hands behind her head, an attempt to tighten her muscles and stop the shaking, before reaching forward for the glass of sweet tea and pulled it up to her lips. It was perfectly sweetened. Not too much or too little. It almost reminded her of living in Georgia as a kid in one of the foster homes. It was further from where she was born than any other home, but it was a nicer home. Sweet tea was always flowing, even in the summer. She let herself escape for a moment. Just a moment to that time before she came back and faced the shadow before her. She was surprised to hear the voice that came from Spectre was higher than she expected. Like a woman and not a man. She decided not to comment on it.

"Like I said in my message. I need your help." She said, lowering her voice again, "I would like you to aid in my efforts to find and stop the person killing off the heroes. Now, I know you have no love for heroes--at least I believe that to be the case based on my research efforts--but there are so few left and I--they--can't stop whoever it is on their own. They need someone on the other side. Someone who knows the workings of villains. Who may have a clue as to who is doing this and how to stop them." She allowed herself to break the confident persona for only a moment and said, "I need your help."

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#2018-04-25 20:54:39, as written by iCat
xWILLOWxROGERS
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xxxxlocation: barxxxxxxxxxxoutfit: here

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow just took a mouthful of her drink as the woman started speaking. She was clearly trying to appear confident, but Willow had her doubts as to how confident she was actually feeling. She had to resist the temptation to just start laughing as the woman said she wanted Willow's help in finding the heroes. And then implied she'd done her research on Spectre. But she let her talk. She didn't miss the slip when the woman said I instead of they. And once she finished, Willow sat back in her seat and simply looked at her client for a moment.

"What kind of villain are you?" She mused. "Most of us are perfectly happy to see the heroes gone. God knows the cops in this city don't stand a chance of stopping us. And hiding for us is easy. I can just... stop. Take a break from robbing banks. Leave the museums in peace. I don't feel the need to go swooping in every time a cat is stuck up a tree or something. Nobody knows anything about Spectre." These comments were deliberate. She was questioning this woman's true alliances.

"And sure. I could help. But what's in it for me? Should I really put myself in harm's way for people who have only ever tried to put me away? There's much easier ways to get money, dear. And besides, as a villain I would have thought you would have known just as well as I do that we have no clue who's doing this." Perhaps her gut was wrong, perhaps this woman was a bit of a lone wolf. But Willow didn't even know of any other "lone wolves" who cared that much for the heroes. She sipped on her drink, watching the woman across from her all the while. "So come on. Persuade me. Tell me why I should care about those heroes. Those heroes who we all know who claim to be good, honourable, trustworthy people, and who then let people die because they didn't take a goddamn minute to consider the situation. Who run away the moment things get intense. And remember, darling, I rob banks for a living.
Telling me that it's the right thing to do won't work."

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#2018-04-25 20:54:40, as written by iCat
xWILLOWxROGERS
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xxxxlocation: barxxxxxxxxxxoutfit: here

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow just took a mouthful of her drink as the woman started speaking. She was clearly trying to appear confident, but Willow had her doubts as to how confident she was actually feeling. She had to resist the temptation to just start laughing as the woman said she wanted Willow's help in finding the heroes. And then implied she'd done her research on Spectre. But she let her talk. She didn't miss the slip when the woman said I instead of they. And once she finished, Willow sat back in her seat and simply looked at her client for a moment.

"What kind of villain are you?" She mused. "Most of us are perfectly happy to see the heroes gone. God knows the cops in this city don't stand a chance of stopping us. And hiding for us is easy. I can just... stop. Take a break from robbing banks. Leave the museums in peace. I don't feel the need to go swooping in every time a cat is stuck up a tree or something. Nobody knows anything about Spectre." These comments were deliberate. She was questioning this woman's true alliances.

"And sure. I could help. But what's in it for me? Should I really put myself in harm's way for people who have only ever tried to put me away? There's much easier ways to get money, dear. And besides, as a villain I would have thought you would have known just as well as I do that we have no clue who's doing this." Perhaps her gut was wrong, perhaps this woman was a bit of a lone wolf. But Willow didn't even know of any other "lone wolves" who cared that much for the heroes. She sipped on her drink, watching the woman across from her all the while. "So come on. Persuade me. Tell me why I should care about those heroes. Those heroes who we all know who claim to be good, honourable, trustworthy people, and who then let people die because they didn't take a goddamn minute to consider the situation. Who run away the moment things get intense. And remember, darling, I rob banks for a living.
Telling me that it's the right thing to do won't work."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max listened to Spectre talk, her hands now wrapped around her glass of sweet tea. The condensation was turning her palms numb, but it didn't bother her much. It was obvious Spectre didn't think of her as a real villain. Or at least a villain who wasn't much of a threat. When Spectre talked of just stopping her robbing in order to disappear she snorted. Yeah, because that worked so well for the off duty heroes. She thought, but said nothing. That's not what Spectre wanted to hear anyway. Max had already known that the villain wasn't a fan of heroes and that saying something about morals wouldn't work on her. So instead, she tried a few different approaches.

The first, "Who cares if its the right thing. Its necessary. Like the Chinese philosophy of the Yin and Yang. Two sides that are complete opposites but also compliment each other. Each needs the other to be. There can't be a city of villains or a city of heroes. It just doesn't work that way. Trust me, I've played the video games. It doesn't work out. The balance is tipping and when it falls, there will be nothing left of this city. Or this world really. I know that sounds dramatic, but think of it this way. Land and sea are different. Opposites one could say. If there's too much land, there would be no ocean. If there was too much ocean there would be no land. Too many heroes this city dries up. Too many villains, this city will drown."

She took a sip of her tea and allowed her words to sink in before she continued on with her next approach. "What would you even want in exchange? You said it yourself, there are easier ways to get money, so what would be enough for the world's greatest thief? I know you do your research on places before you steal from them. You make sure you know every nook and cranny before you even set a toe in a place. You're a problem solver. This is the city's greatest problem. The city's greatest puzzle. And for Spectre to crack it? The impossible puzzle of the Hero Killer? I'm sure you'll get plenty of money from the win. Whatever the killer has plus whatever the heroes are willing to give as thanks? People can be generous when their lives are saved."

Near the end of Spectre's questions, she started ranting about how heroes let people die and run away the moment things got rough in the field and Max blinked in confusion. When had that ever happened? She had known heroes to put their lives on the line. Who had gotten seriously injured in their attempt to save someone. What had happened to Spectre to make her hate heroes so much. If Max didn't know any better, she'd think Spectre was a hero once and shit hit the fan. Max tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, a dark lock of hair falling into her face. She brushed it away with surprisingly steady finger tips and said, "Who hurt you, Spectre?" She could only hope the thief understood what she meant. What had happened to make her believe that heroes would do that. Especially to the people in this city. What happened to make her Spectre?

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#2018-04-26 20:08:12, as written by iCat
xWILLOWxROGERS
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xxxxlocation: barxxxxxxxxxxoutfit: here

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


The idea of balance was... interesting. But then again, most of the villains had no real love for the city. She honestly wouldn't care if the city burned to the ground. She'd wanted to leave altogether, but when a PhD position had come up with terms that was too good to turn down... Plus, it was fun to torment the heroes who had let her down so many times.

The woman's next suggestion, however, did catch Willow's attention. A puzzle. The greatest puzzle of all. And the idea of the heroes having to suck up the the villain who had saved them... She sipped her drink again, thinking all the while. The logical part of her brain told her to just walk away, that it was going to be a stupidly hard job and an incredibly dangerous one. And yet there was a part of her brain that that actually appealed to.

And then the woman had the audacity to ask her who hurt her. "That's completely irrelevant." She snapped, then took a deep breath and another sip of her drink. "I'll do it. But if this gets too dangerous, you're on your own. And this doesn't come cheap either. I want half up front, half when the job is done." And once again, Spectre was all business. She produced a piece of paper and a pen from her backpack and started working out her fee. She liked having some kind of logic to it so clients couldn't question it. As she wrote, she spoke. "Usually I like to work in cash, but a bank transfer is also suitable. I won't do any research, any work, anything until the first payment or payments have gone through. I understand that banks can be weird about transferring large amounts of money, so you can make the first payment in a number of payments over a period of time." Her bank account was a numbered, nameless account based in Switzerland, with a bank that she paid to look the other way with regards to the large amounts of money mysteriously being transferred to her account.

Then she finished her calculations, underlined the final figure, and slid it across the table. "One million dollars. Take it or leave it."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

x


Max found herself smiling a little as Spectre contemplated her words. Somewhere she had begun to make headway with the villain. Unfortunately, her big mouth was getting her into trouble again as her recent words seemed to have struck a nerve with Spectre. Her tone hardened and she practically snapped at Max. Max flinched inwardly, not allowing herself to show how Spectre's words affected her. Oops. Wrong turn... She thought and just shrugged. It didn't matter what she said about it. It wasn't going to take back what she had said. It wasn't going to change Spectre's mind about heroes.

But to Max's surprise, Spectre actually agreed to help. She absently sipped at her tea while Spectre worked through her process. As she went, she explained to Max the different things that she needed her to agree to in order for her to help. It all seemed reasonable, but what Max was really concerned about was the fee. She secretly hoped that Spectre would've asked for something other than money since there were easier ways to get it than this. Spectre said it herself. However, I guess a desperate hero was exactly was Max had used to try to convince. "Would you like a shovel to dig the hole deeper, Max?"

And when Spectre finally revealed the amount she was asking for, her heart dropped into her stomach, down her leg, and broke on the floor at her feet. She didn't even have a quarter of the money and even if she worked everyday the rest of the year and sold everything in her apartment, she wouldn't be able to afford it. She barely made a fraction of that in a year. Well... technically she made at least a quarter of that a year, but Spectre was requesting half of this up front. Max hung her head and sighed. Her tea was empty now, the glass filled with ice that tinked together as Max stirred them with her straw. "Look. I'm sorry I asked about your past. Obviously that was stupid of me." She started. "But I can't pay that. I make maybe a quarter of that in a year. Even if I sold everything I owned, I couldn't even pay half." Her mind raced for another way. "There's nothing else I can offer you?" She asked, sounding more desperate than she meant to, but with no other options, she had to try.

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#2018-04-27 21:15:21, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow knew as soon as she saw the woman's reaction that the amount was too much. She even said as much, apologising for asking about her past. Part of Willow felt bad for asking that much. And so she slid the paper back closer to her and revised her figures. But she wasn't going to give this woman a discount just because she had said sorry and couldn't pay the fee. And even being a bit more economical with her figures, it wasn't going to work.

"Sorry, honey. You can't pay, I don't do the job." She said simply, shrugging. Sure, she could probably find something for her to do. Maybe rope her into a job or something. But she wasn't willing to risk being slowed down like that. Willow knew nothing about her. It wasn't worth it. "Good luck finding someone else to help you." It sounded perhaps a little more genuine than she'd intended. And keeping her hood pulled low over her face, she slid out of the booth and left, her heels clicking the ground as she left.

She was acutely aware that she was being followed as she left. Perhaps the woman was going to try something when they got outside. She smirked. That would be interesting. But instead, when she turned to face her pursuers, she found two big, burly guys. She rolled her eyes. "Get lost." She ordered, staring both of them in the face. Most guys tended to back down after that. But not these goons. Instead, they smirked. Willow rolled her eyes, rolled up her sleeves, and aimed a punch at one of their faces. They caught her fist easily and pulled her towards them. She didn't resist, instead went with her momentum, slamming into the guy. It worked, and he stumbled back a little. Her hands crackled with electricity as she shoved him away. She whirled around, looking for the other- moments before he sunk a needle into her neck. She buried her elbow into his stomach, which felt like it was made of stone. But he still stumbled back. She went to shock him- and found that the sparks fizzled out almost
immediately. She looked up at him and the stupid grin on his face. "Oh, now you've just pissed me off," She said.

She was more outnumbered than she liked, and her head was a little fuzzy, but that wasn't going to stop her. She was going to fight for as long and as hard as she could.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

x


Max took another sip from her tea, forgetting that it was empty and got a mouthful of watered down sugar. She made a face and pushed the glass away from her. She liked sweets but there's just something about the taste of the stuff that sent a shiver down her spine. Gross.

She watched as Spectre looked over her numbers, mind doing calculations. But when the numbers remained unchanged, Max knew it was over. She cursed inwardly. She didn't regret trying. But she did regret not getting student loans and finishing school sooner. Granted, she didn't have much of a choice considering she would still technically be in school. She was smart, but she wasn't a prodigy. She was no genius. She would finish at the usual time and no sooner. So in the end it didn't matter. But she could wish.

Max didn't say anything as Spectre rose from the table, making sure her dark hood still covered her head and hid her face, and left the bar. Max didn't say anything long after the woman had left. The only time she spoke was when the waitress came over and asked if she wanted a refill or something to eat. She shook her head and asked for the check. The waitress made a confused face and started to walk away, but Max stopped her and said, "I'm assuming that woman is a regular here. If she has a tab could you please allow me to pay for the drink? I mean if she hasn't paid already."

After she had settled her tab, she rose from the booth and exited the bar. It was cooler out now than it had been before and she was thankful for her black jacket. Max thought about just walking around the rest of the night but she had an early shift at the clinic in the morning and, while she wasn't in the mood to sleep, worried she'd see the faces of her fellow heroes she knew to be dead or missing, she needed it. You can't be sleep deprived and have people's lives depend on you. At least, not when it came to medicine. While it was mostly clerical work, making a mistake on paperwork could still endanger someone.

She turned turned and began to walk down the road that would eventually lead to home. It was a fairly quiet night. There weren't that many car horns or alarms ringing through the night. Although it was still technically early for the night life. Then when she rounded a corner, she heard the sound of a fight. Her first instinct was to help, but she knew better. She kept walking until she heard a familiar voice, "Oh, now you've really pissed me off." Max paused and turned back. Spectre?

She started walking back towards the bar and stopped, peering around the side of a building and further down another side road. There was a woman clad in all black, fighting off two guys. If it was Spectre she was really handing it to them. Well, at first. Then it became clear that something was definitely wrong. She was swaying and even from where Max stood, she could tell the girl was fighting to stay focused. Max bit her lip, pulled up her hood once more, and took off down the road. She was small, but she used her momentum to knock into the nearest guy. Since he wasn't expecting her attack, he fell to the ground and landed in a puddle of garbage juice. Gross.

The other guy, aware of her presence, looked her up and down. He couldn't see her face, but of course, that didn't matter. Her clothes were tight enough to hug her curves and from the look on his face, he liked what he saw. "Oh don't worry, Honey. You're next." Max backed up, pretending to look afraid. What she was really doing was planning her next move. She knew if she tried to use her ability, she could hurt Spectre as well as help her and she didn't think making the girl go deaf was anyway to treat the woman. Even if she did refuse to help. So, she had to get her away from him. Her best idea was to kick him out of the way.

She planted her feet and ran at the guy, head down like a bull charging a matador. Thankfully, the man was a chicken and moved out of the way, but not before Max turned and kicked him square in the back. Because of her momentum, there wasn't much force behind the kick, but it was enough to knock him sideways and away from Spectre. "Are you okay?" She asked as she crouched beside her.

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#2018-04-27 22:22:11, as written by iCat
xWILLOWxROGERS
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Fuck, whatever the hell they'd gotten into her was fast-acting. She could feel herself starting to stagger a little. Her fighting was turning dirty and scrappy, which she didn't like. But still, she'd managed to draw blood by raking her nails across his face as he grabbed her. It didn't stop him, though, and he just lifted her clean off of her feet, his arms around her, pinning her own hands to her chest. And then she heard the unmistakable sound of the other goon hitting the floor. The one holding her dropped her, and she hit the ground, feeling her ankle twist as she did so. She stayed down on her knees, trying to just.. catch her breath and get her fighting spirit back. It seemed like... somebody else was dealing with them. She wasn't going to argue with it. And then a familiar voice asked her if she was okay. Her head jerked up, and her hood fell back. She stumbled to her feet, unsteady thanks to her heels and whatever they'd gotten into her.

"Did... did you have something to do with this?" She accused, pointing at the two men who were now on the ground. She took a couple of wobbling steps back. "Trying to get me to change my mind by helping me?" She continued. "Or just hoping you could catch a glimpse of my face?" She jerked her hood back up, even if it was too late. She wanted to take off her shoes, but she sure as hell wasn't going to on this dirty ground, where there was probably broken glass and all sorts. Her anger was making her mind and body a little sharper, and she actually felt somewhat steady on her feet. For now. Maybe that was just because she was stationary.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
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Max wasn't too worried about the goons on the ground. For now. Instead, she was looking over Spectre. She was trying to figure out what was causing the disorientation. She didn't see any bleeding so maybe she wasn't bleeding out. Maybe the bleeding was internal? She came in too late to the fight to be sure, but knowing Spectre's reputation, she doubted she let them get that close. Or at least, deal enough damage to cause internal bleeding. Maybe she hit her head? She didn't see any blood their either...

She was so busy going through her assessment that she hadn't realized Spectre was looking at her. Looking at her, and visible. Max stared. Spectre wasn't just a woman, she was a young woman. Probably no older than Max herself. She had dark eyes and brown hair shaved on both sides. The hair might've looked odd on someone else but not on her. It fit her somehow. It brought out the angles of her face. Her face which was wiping off the surprise and forming into an expression of anger and suspicion.

Max was taken aback as Spectre suddenly rose, accusing her of being a part of the attack. Max could tell she was favoring one leg over the other. Maybe she was really hurt. Max put her hands up in a gesture of surrender signalling she meant no harm. "No, I swear. I was heading back to my apartment. Its down the street a ways over by the old shopping district." She pointed with one finger in the direction of her apartment but kept her hands where Spectre could see them. "Look, it sucks that you wo-can't help me, but I wouldn't do something like this. I do things fair and square." She felt a hand on her ankle and jumped, looking down. One of the goons has his fat hand around her ankle. She used her good foot to kick him square in the face, blood spurting out from his broken nose.

Broken nose. Treatment: hot pack to the nasal bone and lean forward. Swallowing blood can cause vomiting. She thought automatically. Good. He deserves it. She looked back up at Spectre who seemed a little steadier now. Her hood was once again pulled up and she was standing her ground against Max. "I swear it."

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow just stared at the woman as she put her hands up. She... seemed genuine, but she was still hesitant to immediately trust her. So she simply watched, analysing the body language as the woman spoke and explained herself. She... she really did seem to be genuine. Her stamping on the grunt's face just confirmed it. It was an unnecessarily brutal act that made her smile.

"Alright. Okay. I might just believe you. But we're sticking together, you hear me? You're stuck with me. They stuck some shit in me," she said, pointing at her neck. "And I'm not being alone like this." She wasn't going to admit that the thought of that terrified her. She needed to keep up her threatening appearance. But she knew that she might need more than just a threat.

"You help me? I'll take another, longer look at those figures. Might be able to drop it by two, three hundred grand. And I'll need your support on one or two other jobs. We can work something out." She was fair. Harsh, but fair. And when she didn't know what the hell was in her system, she didn't want to be alone. She wasn't going to admit any of it.

"So can we just go already? I need to get these bloody shoes off." She said, folding her arms and pulling her jacket around her.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max blinked at Spectre a moment, unsure she heard her correctly. If she was going to help her? Of course she was going to help her. Even if she wasn't going to drop the price or anything like that, she would still help. A hero wouldn't walk away from something like this. Hell, a fellow female wouldn't walk away from something like this. Not unless they were pansies. She stared, probably longer than necessary, but when Spectre urged her forward, she started. "Oh! Right yeah... my apartment is this way." She moved to Spectre's side, ready to help her if she needed, and lead her on down the street.

As they walked Max was thinking. Spectre said that she could drop the price and even allow Max to help on jobs in order to pay for her help in finding who was killing off the heroes. Her surprise slipped easily into suspicion. Sure, she agreed to help, but what if she changed her mind? Max tried not to think that way. If she started suspecting everyone who helped her she would go nuts. It was better if she didn't dwell on the thought. No need to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Max noticed Willow was having a bit of trouble as she walked. "I can do something for your foot when we get there too." She tried not to hover too close to Spectre, knowing it would probably annoy the girl because it made her look weak, but Max wasn't going to take any chances. If she fell, Max was going to catch her. She wasn't sure what was in Spectre's system, but she knew it probably wasn't anything good. "We're almost there," She said, pointing to a light blue building about 100 yards away.

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow kept her jacket pulled tight around her as she walked. She was well used to walking in heels, so her balance wasn't compromised that badly, and she'd often had to work through a lot worse injuries. It was just whatever the hell they'd shot into her. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, and she kept having dizzy spells. Except for the pure stubbornness that was powering her, she probably would have passed out by that point. But she wasn't going to let herself do that until she knew she was safe.

"It's just a twisted ankle. All it needs is a bit of ice and rest, it'll be fine in the morning. I've patched myself up from a lot more," she remarked, shrugging a little. And had some ugly scars from it too, where a security guard had come a little too close to catching her and had actually managed to get a shot off. He'd missed, but it had hit her side. Getting out of that job cleanly had been an issue. But she'd managed. And yeah, she probably shouldn't have stitched herself up, but she had a friend who had told her that nothing major had been hit, so she was fine. He'd done the last few stitches where she couldn't reach. They were considerably neater than hers.

"All things considered, this could have been a lot worse. Guess I just got lucky that you left at the right time," she remarked, looking over at Max with a shrug. It was the closest to an apology she was willing to give at the time.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max walked beside Spectre and nodded. She was exactly right on her treatment, though Max wasn't sure she wanted to know just how good Spectre was at taking care of her wounds. If she was as good as Max thought, it meant she had been in a lot of danger in the past. Probably from heroes if Max had to guess and she wasn't fond of the idea. Heroes... heroes were good. They saved people. There are some real devious people in this world, sure. But from Max could tell, Spectre was... different than the villains she had fought in the past. Some had been borderline nuts. Some were just... in need and she even tried to return to help, but when heroes started being chased away, she stopped.

"Yeah, that's good." She said when Spectre explained the treatment for her wound. "Exactly right..." she muttered a little bummed she couldn't use her medical skills. It's what she's wanted to do after all. Be a doctor. Granted patching up a hurt ankle and slicing them open with a scalpel was not the same thing.

"Yeah. I guess it is lucky..." She paused in front of a blue building and looked up. "Here we are. Home sweet home." She looked sideways at Spectre and asked, "There are... a number of stairs to the third floor where I live. And the elevator has been busted for weeks... You going to be okay climbing up?" She thought about offering to carry the woman, but she knew how insulting that would be. However, if it became necessary, Max would do it.

She pulled the dark blue painted key from her pocket, stuck it into the door and turned the knob. The door swung open with a squeak and Max walked inside and over to the stairwell door where she stopped and waited for Spectre. "When we get up the stairs its just the third door on the right."

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Internally, Willow winced at the thought of having to go up all those stairs on her ankle. Even if it was only twisted, it still didn't exactly sound pleasant, and she hated being in more pain than she had to be. But she followed the woman inside, stopping only to remove her heels. She looked at the woman. "I'm guessing I'm not at risk of broken glass or anything, right?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You're not going to leave me behind or anything, right?" She retorted as the woman told her what door it was, with a half-smirk. Her ankle felt a little better out of the heels, so she figured she'd probably survive the stairs without having to resort to hopping or anything like that. It was just a matter of taking it slow.

With her shoes still in her hands, she followed the woman up the stairs, trying to minimise the amount of weight she was putting on her ankle. It didn't stop her from occasionally having to stop and swear under her breath, but Willow was a great believer in the science of swearing. It had been proven that it was going to help with pain. In all honesty, it was for the other woman's sake that she wasn't swearing outright with every single step. She didn't think her neighbours would appreciate her bringing home a woman who was swearing so much she would shock even some sailors.

"You haven't thought of threatening your maintenance man to get the elevator sorted?" She said as they finally reached the stop of the stairs and she took a moment to catch her breath. "Threats can be surprisingly effective if you do them right."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max shook her head. "No. No broken glass here." She replied. "It may not look like much, but its actually a pretty nice place. The owner keeps it in the best shape she possibly can. Well... except for the elevator of course." She followed behind Spectre as the girl climbed the stairs. She wanted to be behind her in case the drug finally took her down, or her leg gave out from under her. Walking on a wounded ankle wasn't easy on the body and eventually it could give in. Max only hoped it wouldn't be on the stairs. "I won't leave you behind. I just wanted to make sure you knew where to go so you weren't standing still. I think the movement is what's keeping you going. The moment you stop, your body might shut down on you."

Max tried not to laugh at the woman's swearing. It was quite colorful language and might very well make a seasoned sailor blush. Max swore from time to time and never like that. And with how Spectre looked? It almost reminded her of a wet, angry kitten. The image caused her to loose control, and a laugh escaped her throat, but she didn't say anything else. She just kept climbing. Until Spectre mentioned threats.

"I haven't threatened the man. If I did, I might loose power for a month or my water might turn brown. Maintenance men are no joke." She paused. "However, I have heard the landlady yelling and probably swearing at someone over the phone in Korean so I'm sure he'll be buy any day now." Once they made it to the top, Max grabbed the door for Spectre and allowed her to go through before making her way towards her door three doors down. She pulled her keys from her pocket, plucked the light blue one up from the ring, and unlocked the front door. It swung open silently and Max allowed Spectre inside first. "And in case you're worried about it. No, there's no ambush inside. The only person with a key is me. And the landlady. And the maintenance man. But I highly doubt they're hiding in my apartment to ambush young...women." She caught herself just short of saying villain and switched it. Making the word sound German* instead.


[[*like "Vomen" instead of "Women"]]

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow just smirked as the woman mentioned not wanting to annoy the maintenance man. She was fortunate to live in a building where things got fixed before you even had a chance to report them. She didn't know for sure, but she had her suspicions her landlord was a fellow villain. But she also wasn't going to ask too many questions, because either way, she didn't want to annoy him.

She hobbled along to the door, stopping briefly for the woman to open it. She was starting to think that the woman's theory about her keeping moving, because as soon as she stopped the pain started to get worse. Again, nothing she couldn't handle, but as far as inconveniences went, it was a frustrating one. Especially because she had to work the following morning. She was pretty free to choose her own hours, especially because she had a tendency of clocking up a considerable amount of overtime, so it didn't matter what time she was in. Once she showed up at some point, nobody would bat an eyelid.

She hesitated as the woman opened the door and held it open for her to go in first. As if she'd read Spectre's mind, she assured her that there was nobody inside. She frowned at the strange pronunciation of women. "Is the maintenance man German?" She asked as she brushed past the woman into the apartment and headed straight for the nearest seat she saw. It felt good to get the weight off her feet, and she dropped her shoes beside her.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max followed Spectre into her apartment and locked the door behind her as she did whenever she returned home. Lord knows she's forget to close it if she didn't do it as soon as she got back. She removed her boots and jackets and placed them on the racks where they were stored. She picked up Spectre's heels from where she had discarded them and did the same. The jacket, she let the woman keep. It could be pretty chilly in the apartment sometimes.

From the front door, she moved towards the kitchen and answered Spectre's question. "No, he's not German. I did that because I didn't want to announce I have a villain in my apartment." She opened the cabinet with the glasses and pulled out two before moving to the refrigerator to fill them with ice and water. "Villains may run the city, but that doesn't mean that they're loved everywhere. The last thing is someone attempting to break into my house tonight just because you're here."

She walked over to the couch and placed the glasses on the table. One for Spectre and one for Max. But before Max could sit down and enjoy the glass, she went back to the kitchen, grabbed a plastic bag, and filled that with ice. Then she went to her front closet and pulled out her first aid kit to retrieve an ace bandage. Then she finally made her way back to Spectre and sat on the floor in front of her, reaching for her foot. "Here, Spectre. Let me see. I can patch it up." She wasn't going to touch the woman if she wasn't going to allow it though. If she wanted to do it, she could be Max's guest. But Max wasn't willing to sit still until it was taken care of.

Her need to assess coursed through her the way her training had drilled into her. She wanted to check the woman's pupils to see what affect the drug was having on her system. She wanted to be sure nothing else was more seriously hurt. Etc. However, she knew that it would probably freak Spectre out too much.

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


She raised an eyebrow as Max informed her that she hadn't wanted to announce she had a villain in her apartment. "So you're not going to ambush me in the middle of the night?" She asked with a wry grin. She took a sip out of her water as she watched Max prepare a few bits. She nodded as Max asked to look at her ankle, shifting in her chair slightly to allow her better access to her ankle.

"So. Are you all just guessing this or do you have some experience in this?" She asked,. There was something in her analytical gaze as she examined Willow's foot. "Or are you just like me in that you're so used to patching yourself up that you can now use that on others?" She teased. It hadn't escaped her how the woman was still calling her Spectre, and how she was still mentally calling her "the woman."

"So. My saviour. Do you have a name? Doesn't even have to be your real name. Otherwise I might just have to start calling you Jane Doe," Willow asked, leaning back in her chair a little as she watched her work. Whatever was in her system was starting to make her incredibly tired, but she was pushing herself to stay conscious. Her stubbornness was the only thing keeping her functional right now.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

x


Max's eyes stayed focused on Spectre's ankle, but her mind's focus was on the woman's words. When she mentioned an ambush in the middle of the night, a snarky--and a little flirty--comment rose to her lips. Something like What kind of ambush did you have in mind? followed by a wink. But she bit it back as she worked on examining her wound. Spectre was beautiful, and Max swung both ways, but there was a time and place for everything and this wasn't the time. Nor the place. Plus the woman was a complete stranger. So, she focused on the task at hand instead. It was definitely sprained, but Max doubted it was broken. She didn't feel any crepitus--or bone movement--when she touched the area. She touched just enough to feel for deformities, but not enough to cause a significant amount of pain. She was probably in enough pain already. The last thing Max needed to do was make it worse.

"Pretty sure it's just a sprain," She said, grabbing a hold of the ace bandage and beginning to wrap Spectre's ankle. Max thought a moment before answering her question. "Honestly? A little of both. I've been trained, but I've had to patch myself up more than a few times." With one hand she held Spectre's ankle. With the other, she lifted her shirt just enough for the woman to see the neat scar just at the base of her ribs. "Got stabbed a few years back from a drunken robber. Managed to sew myself up pretty good, but the scar is still there. Damn dull knife." She realized the last statement probably didn't make a whole lot of sense so she explained. "When you have a wound, you want it sharp and you want it to slice. It heals better. Your body's clotting factors work better that way too. If the wound is torn or jagged, it's uglier and takes longer to heal."

She finished wrapping up her ankle, elevated the foot and placed it on a pillow she had moved to the table, and placed the bag of ice on top. "There," She said, "Good as new." She sat on the chair near the couch and noticed Spectre starting to... fade a bit in consciousness, so she rose, went to her linen closet and grabbed a large, soft blanket and draped it around her before returning back to the chair.

Without hesitating Max answered. "I'm Max." There was no need to lie if they were going to be working together. She understood the perks in being unknown, but when you need to be sure someone is watching your back, you need to be able to trust them. And trust starts with just one door open for someone else. And this door was small. It wasn't even her full name. Just Max. "Should I continue calling you Spectre, or are you going to trust me with that bit of information?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a confident smile.

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#2018-05-02 21:05:43, as written by iCat
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow raised an eyebrow at the woman's comment about having to stitch herself up, and even more so at the scar. It was neat and tidy, like a doctor had done it. Willow smirked and sat forward a little, raising her own shirt. "We match." The scar was in a similar place, but messy. Hiding that one from her coworkers had been a difficult one. She'd had to make up a story about slipping, falling, and doing something to one of her ribs while out on a run. They had seemed to believe it, but sometimes they got the impression that they were just not asking too many questions about her private life.

Willow had been managing to stay fully conscious until that point. And then the woman put the blanket over her, and her body increased its demands for sleep. Or passing out, as the case probably was. She'd never felt anything like this, and she hated it. If the woman hadn't come out at just the right time, Willow would have probably been passed out in the alley. That being the best case scenario. But she'd also discovered that anger was a good stimulant and analgesic, which was probably the only reason she was still awake right now.

She wasn't quite sure what name she was expecting from the woman. But Max wasn't it. Still, she nodded, and smirked a little as Max asked her if she trusted her with her name. "Willow. You don't have any proof that I'm Spectre anyway, so it's not like you can hand me over anyway," she replied. She was really struggling to stay awake now, as her body relaxed despite herself. "I think I'm going to go to sleep now," she mumbled, before finally giving in to her body's demands to sleep.

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xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max couldn't help but smile when Spectre lifted up her shirt to reveal a matching--however messy--scar. It was like making a friend. Something she hadn't done in a very, very long time. However, the woman before her was practically a complete stranger and if she knew who Max was, she'd probably turn her into the villains faster than she could blink. At least, that's what Max figured would happen based on her hatred of heroes. Still, it was a nice moment. One she decided to capture in her mind's eye to look back on. A mental picture, if you will.

Spectre's eyes were beginning to droop and her actions were sluggish. Max looked at the clock on the wall and nodded. It was late enough anyway. Before Max retired to her own bedroom for the night, she refilled Spectre's glass of water. Before she entered into her room, she heard Spectre respond with her name before she finally fell asleep. Or passed out as the case may be. Max hoped that whatever was in her system was just a depressant and not a poison. It would kill Max inside if Spectre died on her couch and she didn't even bother to take her to the hospital to get checked. Panic ignited in her chest for a split second before she tamped it down.

Instead she responded. "Willow, huh?" She leaned against the door frame to her bedroom. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She thought. "Well, Willow, sleep well." Then she went into her room and closed the door behind her, putting a barrier between her and the sleeping villain in the other room. Max gazed out the window into the lights of the city. Normally she would go on a patrol before sleeping, but tonight she was exhausted. It had been a long day of work and nervousness for her meeting with Spectre. Then there was the whole fight with the thugs in the alley. She was pretty beat. She changed into her PJs and suddenly felt a little guilty she hadn't offered anything for Willow to change into. Max knew from experience it wasn't entirely comfortable to sleep in tight pants. Then again, she was already sleeping on the couch... Max made a mental note to set aside some pain medication aside for Willow in the morning. She's bound to be sore.

She finished her morning routine and crawled into bed, tucking the covers up and around herself so she was cocooned. She sighed with content and drifted off into sleep.





The Next Morning

Max was awake just as the sun touched the planes of her sleeping face. She grumbled and groaned and wished she could roll over and go back to sleep, but--she remembered with a start--she had a guest this morning. Plus, she had to be at work in a couple of hours and she was no good to anyone if she was half asleep. So she rose for the day, changed, and made her way out of her room and into the kitchen. She tried to be as quiet as possible as she went, but once she made her way into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, there was no avoiding it. Plus, the smell of food was more than likely going to wake the woman up anyway. That is, if Willow likes bacon and eggs.

Max grabbed the ingredients from the fridge and the pans from her cabinets, clanging them together much louder than she meant to. She placed four...no six slices of bacon on one pan so there would be three each and if Willow didn't like bacon it only meant more for Max. Then she broke two eggs, scrambled them together, and then drizzled a smattering of shredded mexican cheese into them as she started to cook them in another pan. The aroma of bacon filled the apartment and Max's stomach growled loudly in anticipation. While the bacon was sizzling, she worked on the eggs. And in between these steps, she popped bread into the toaster and started brewing a couple cups of coffee. Max wasn't normally one for caffeine but after last night she needed it. Besides, it was chocolate caramel. How delicious was that?

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


The clanging of pans startled Willow into half consciousness. She wasn't fully awake just yet, but conscious enough for the smell of cooking to wake her. For a moment, she was startled as she didn't recognise her surroundings. Waking up somewhere unfamiliar wasn't a completely strange experience to her- even villain had to have her nights out, and sometimes she did end up in the bed of some attractive stranger. But this wasn't even a bedroom. And then the events of the night before came rushing back to her, and she had to stop herself from groaning. And then the smell of coffee hit her, and she opened her eyes, sitting up a little. She was a little stiff and sore, and her head was pounding a little, but she was willing to get over all of that for coffee.

"Mornin'," she said, yawning a little as she pulled the blanket off of her and got to her feet. Her ankle ached a little as she put weight on it, but it was tolerable. She'd had mornings where she'd felt worse for sure. She stretched. "What's for breakfast?" She asked. Her stomach grumbled loudly as she went over to see what was cooking. Bacon and eggs seemed like a great idea. It was hangover food, even if she didn't quite have a hangover. She was just grateful she could still remember what had happened, because it allowed her to stay nice and calm even in this circumstance. She knew where she was and knew she could trust this woman. To a certain extent. If she hadn't attacked her yet, it was probably safe to eat whatever food she gave Willow.

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