" so happens that you're the first sore thumb i came across . lucky you , right ? " hal smiles, smug, ear to ear. " sorry , you got an important alley cat meetin' to get to ? hate to hold you up with this trivial little problem . "
" yeah , no one does , 'til they very suddenly do . that's how a shapeshifting tickin' time bomb *works . "
he tries his best not to sound condescending, but his best was never good enough. a roll of his eyes used as an emphatic period to his revelation. " christ . "
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α βlook, i have nothing to do with aliens or anything like that,β she was just trying to get to her next job, a heist in the financial district. sheβs supposed to be meeting a client there, one who didnβt care for his time being β
hal steps back though, in good faith.
" the gravity of this whole thing hasn't hit you yet , and i can't blame you . you look bright eyed and bushy tailed enough to never fathom anythin' wrong going on besides a bad alley trip . so , pardon my rough edges . 'kay ? "
" oh , *definitely . "
air of sarcasm doesn't deflate for a moment. cat suited woman in gotham screams 'approach', certainly. his eyes flick to her whip - noted.
" ah . easy , kitty . " the ring glows then, a constructed emerald lock and chain bolts around it.
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α βthen back off,β she snaps. eyes still locked onto his frame, her hand goes to move to her side. in her belt, coiled up tightly, rests her whip. a weapon sheβd gladly use, if necessary. βif you wouldβve came up to me *nicely, maybe my tune would be different.β
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" lucky for both of us , i don't have to . "
the ring often prevented a *need for that. but he believes her. instead, just looking *exhausted. these manhunter searches were getting too taxing for his own good.
" i ain't takin' you to some space jail , lady . "
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α βlook, i have no idea what the *hell youβre talking about,β she takes a step back, her eyes snapping into him in an instant. βbut if you think youβre going to lay a *finger on me, than youβre sorely mistaken.β
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" let's rethink the answer and try again , yeah ? " hal approaches, just a step or two.
" because i can find them *with or without your info . one just might end up with you in a cell far , far , *far from home . "
" ha ! actually that's - that's rich , really .
so you think harboring a fugitive alien race that's hell bent on taking your shape and blowing up half your city is worth keepin' to yourself for -- what exactly ? "
his eyes peer with more venom than his *sarcasm.
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α another eye roll. this time she diverts her attention to her nails, razor sharp blades at the end of her gloves. βwhy would i tell you, even if i did? youβre *the βgreen lantern,β arenβt you? figure it out yourself, big boy.β
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he crosses his arms firmly beneath his breast.
" so , you seen anything that didn't exactly fit in with your normal , murderin' , robbin' , not-so-law abidin' shit show of a city ? "
" they don't care much for you either , news flash . "
he glances up and down the suit. no, shes human. aliens weren't about to dress up like *that.
" some β *thing is in Gotham . got a lead , so I'm here . you got my attention *clearly . "
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α βyou came up to *me,β she points out. eyebrow raises at the nerve. βwho do you have business with? clearly they donβt care that much for you.β
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" please . "
hardly giving her a second glance, he rolls his shoulder and adjusts the coat. " got business . otherwise ? wouldn't bother , your charming hospitality just ain't for *me , kitty . "
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α βoh no, i know *exactly who you are,β with a rather dramatic roll of her eyes. hip pops out to the side, her hand resting there. βdonβt know why you came to gotham, of all places. you really think youβd get a warm welcome *here?β
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you tellin' me you never heard of the green lantern ? coast city ? I know we're on east coast time here but surely the merch made its way . "