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It was discerning to sit here and get chewed out by an old man that probably hasn’t seen much in his life. He didn’t know a damn thing about Phil, but there didn’t seem to be anything special about him. However, as one does when an assassin, his features express nothing that could give away his thoughts.
It was only natural to pick on Myla and Kane. She had gotten hurt twice, and all of those times Kane was there for her. He wanted to be. In his mind, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. His gaze drifted toward Zehara for a second, and they might have exchanged one of those both-raised-eyebrows expressions. Had he not thought his comrade a woman capable of handling herself, he’d have stayed with her. By the time Myla had been shot, most of the people here were in one place anyway. Zehara was a big girl, and if she needed him, she would have said so. It didn’t seem like she’d be one to hold anything back. "I’d do it again. For anyone." Of course he would. He’s a sketchy-looking man most of the time, but part of the reason he was here is that every assassin eventually starts turning into a bleeding heart. It was his time, and he has a lot of “good people” stuff to do in his lifetime.
But he looked down at Myla as she sat in front of him. The side of one of his feet gave her hip a gentle tap. It wasn’t much of a gesture, but it was all that he could do to make her feel about him being openly attacked about rushing to her aid. It didn’t matter to him.
He had listened to Aria's little tirade, and Kane was surprised she didn't get all white-eyed and crazy. The poor girl looked young. Younger than the rest of them. She seemed more temperamental, which was good in this case. She could speak her mind freely while all of the "millennials" sit there and take everything in silence. He watched her storm off and into the lift, and he chuckled softly to himself. Someone had to say it.
He uncrossed his arms, scratched the back of his neck lightly, and leaned forward closer toward Myla. His elbows dug into his knees and his palms cupped his chin. Honestly, it seemed like the day was still early. He still felt tired. Also, there was that sad case that was Myla's room. It needed more than cleaning. It needed to be doused in sage and released from whatever demon possessed the space and tosses her clothes and stuff around. There was no way that someone like her could do that without the risk of falling over everything.
Just before anyone could get out any more smart remarks, Theo interjected. Kane nodded lightly and nudged Myla with his foot, "Want to watch me try on an outfit?" It was a light joke at her blindness, but it was probably dry enough to come off wrong. Not that he'd purposely pick on her with malice. "Maybe hit up Victoria's Secret on the way." The nis stoic visage melted into a soft bout of laughter. Until...
... someone just burst in. Falcone. That name was one of the most infamous names in the whole city of Gotham. You didn't need to be a gangster, villain, or hero to notice him. "Well, look what else Gotham dragged in." He muttered this lightly enough for only Myla to hear. Kane was a bad man, but the Falcones were notoriously vicious. They were just gangsters. Whatever you thought of the family, they did keep Gotham relatively well-balanced. It was still a cesspool, but a manageable one. He sighed deeply at this.
It was only natural to pick on Myla and Kane. She had gotten hurt twice, and all of those times Kane was there for her. He wanted to be. In his mind, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. His gaze drifted toward Zehara for a second, and they might have exchanged one of those both-raised-eyebrows expressions. Had he not thought his comrade a woman capable of handling herself, he’d have stayed with her. By the time Myla had been shot, most of the people here were in one place anyway. Zehara was a big girl, and if she needed him, she would have said so. It didn’t seem like she’d be one to hold anything back. "I’d do it again. For anyone." Of course he would. He’s a sketchy-looking man most of the time, but part of the reason he was here is that every assassin eventually starts turning into a bleeding heart. It was his time, and he has a lot of “good people” stuff to do in his lifetime.
But he looked down at Myla as she sat in front of him. The side of one of his feet gave her hip a gentle tap. It wasn’t much of a gesture, but it was all that he could do to make her feel about him being openly attacked about rushing to her aid. It didn’t matter to him.
He had listened to Aria's little tirade, and Kane was surprised she didn't get all white-eyed and crazy. The poor girl looked young. Younger than the rest of them. She seemed more temperamental, which was good in this case. She could speak her mind freely while all of the "millennials" sit there and take everything in silence. He watched her storm off and into the lift, and he chuckled softly to himself. Someone had to say it.
He uncrossed his arms, scratched the back of his neck lightly, and leaned forward closer toward Myla. His elbows dug into his knees and his palms cupped his chin. Honestly, it seemed like the day was still early. He still felt tired. Also, there was that sad case that was Myla's room. It needed more than cleaning. It needed to be doused in sage and released from whatever demon possessed the space and tosses her clothes and stuff around. There was no way that someone like her could do that without the risk of falling over everything.
Just before anyone could get out any more smart remarks, Theo interjected. Kane nodded lightly and nudged Myla with his foot, "Want to watch me try on an outfit?" It was a light joke at her blindness, but it was probably dry enough to come off wrong. Not that he'd purposely pick on her with malice. "Maybe hit up Victoria's Secret on the way." The nis stoic visage melted into a soft bout of laughter. Until...
... someone just burst in. Falcone. That name was one of the most infamous names in the whole city of Gotham. You didn't need to be a gangster, villain, or hero to notice him. "Well, look what else Gotham dragged in." He muttered this lightly enough for only Myla to hear. Kane was a bad man, but the Falcones were notoriously vicious. They were just gangsters. Whatever you thought of the family, they did keep Gotham relatively well-balanced. It was still a cesspool, but a manageable one. He sighed deeply at this.
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Lexa tried really hard to not be on her phone, but getting admonished for being shot wasn't something she wanted to hear. Rather than meet the faces of those she may have disappointed, like James or whomever else, she decided that her best option was to keep her ears open but eyes perfectly oriented with the light glow of the screen.
Alfred and Phil both gave her expectant looks, but she's not a child. She's not going to allow two men to tell her what to do. Besides - she already knew she fucked up. To make it better, Aria gave Phil the mouthful that he deserved for expecting a whole lot more than what could have been reasonably given. As Aria stormed off, Lexa gave the girl a thumb's up.
After Kane's little piece, the topic shifted to party mode. A gala. That would be great, actually. There's nothing that Lexa loved more than a healthy dose of drinking and socialization. Maybe she could even get laid before she died. A dress. A beautiful dress and a few last pictures of normalcy before she disappeared off the face of the earth would be great, too. Honestly, if they were leaving the fate of the heroes to this bunch being trained by Phil, she might as well as make a bucket list.
Theo had a brilliant idea! That made Lexa perk up from her phone, "Well, I don't know about you all, but I didn't expect to pack for a charity banquet. Anyone want to take tomorrow off and hit the mall to get some clothes? I assume it's important for us to be dressed appropriately. Not to mention the masks we'll have to wear. Not everyone has a party-appropriate mask, I believe."
color=#b45439]"I'm always down to shop. A bit broke, but it looked like money just rolled in..."[/color] Her words seemed to have rolled off her tongue just shy of Falcone finishing up the last sentence of his grand entrance. Her head tilted from side to side and she surveyed him from her lonely chair somewhere near a wall where she'd be out of everyone's way. Kinda cute. Rich. Showy. She could dig it.
"Well, what do you say?" It was around this time that Lexa got up from her seat and decided it was time to vacate the area.
First, she stopped in front of him and smiled wide. Then she shifted around a bit until she was behind him, her cheek to his for selfie mode, "Smile for the camera, Mr. Falcone. We're going to need more than money to live through this." She gave the iPhone the peace sign with her fingers, smiled, and then snapped the picture. Without missing a beat, she looked it over to check and make sure she looked decent. "Welcome to the mess, babe." She left him there, went back to tapping away at her phone, and walked into the lift without looking up. It was automatic. The doors closed and she went... somewhere.
Alfred and Phil both gave her expectant looks, but she's not a child. She's not going to allow two men to tell her what to do. Besides - she already knew she fucked up. To make it better, Aria gave Phil the mouthful that he deserved for expecting a whole lot more than what could have been reasonably given. As Aria stormed off, Lexa gave the girl a thumb's up.
After Kane's little piece, the topic shifted to party mode. A gala. That would be great, actually. There's nothing that Lexa loved more than a healthy dose of drinking and socialization. Maybe she could even get laid before she died. A dress. A beautiful dress and a few last pictures of normalcy before she disappeared off the face of the earth would be great, too. Honestly, if they were leaving the fate of the heroes to this bunch being trained by Phil, she might as well as make a bucket list.
Theo had a brilliant idea! That made Lexa perk up from her phone, "Well, I don't know about you all, but I didn't expect to pack for a charity banquet. Anyone want to take tomorrow off and hit the mall to get some clothes? I assume it's important for us to be dressed appropriately. Not to mention the masks we'll have to wear. Not everyone has a party-appropriate mask, I believe."
color=#b45439]"I'm always down to shop. A bit broke, but it looked like money just rolled in..."[/color] Her words seemed to have rolled off her tongue just shy of Falcone finishing up the last sentence of his grand entrance. Her head tilted from side to side and she surveyed him from her lonely chair somewhere near a wall where she'd be out of everyone's way. Kinda cute. Rich. Showy. She could dig it.
"Well, what do you say?" It was around this time that Lexa got up from her seat and decided it was time to vacate the area.
First, she stopped in front of him and smiled wide. Then she shifted around a bit until she was behind him, her cheek to his for selfie mode, "Smile for the camera, Mr. Falcone. We're going to need more than money to live through this." She gave the iPhone the peace sign with her fingers, smiled, and then snapped the picture. Without missing a beat, she looked it over to check and make sure she looked decent. "Welcome to the mess, babe." She left him there, went back to tapping away at her phone, and walked into the lift without looking up. It was automatic. The doors closed and she went... somewhere.