@GothamsPunisher his voice while light echoes through the empty cathedral. he's crouched above the alter,
" The real question is what your business is in my city. "
he kept himself steady a hand right beside his billy clubs feigning a low guard.
A final hit, a body slumping to the ground to join the group of six others. The Hood essentially vanished, his eyes locking onto that church.
Surveying the area, placing six different devices across the building, hacking the security cameras bolted to the streetlights.
@GothamsPunisher entering the church through a upper window and finding his way down, senses attentive to the questioning below.
careful with his movements he'd move through the rafters and stay out of sight. he needs to think quick, for the sake of the father.
" I'm right here."
as long as you want to. if you find yourself worried for me just pray with it.
( standing up and walking back a few steps. )
sorry I can’t stay long, the city needs me.
(she looks at the rosary and gently squeezed it )
this is.. so insane, hah. thanks..?
(isn’t the religious type but fuck— this is so meaningful to her,)
how long do i get to keep this?
they’re doing their job, they just didn’t see me.
( reaching into his hoodie pocket and retrieving something )
and well since you’re so worried for me, I got something to help with that.
( taking her hand and placing the object in her hand, a old well loved rosary )
well I know. always have it’s not every day I meet someone who’s simple muscle movements sound like strained bridge cables.
( just the most shit eating grin )
you’ll be fine I know that much
madam President hm?
(a soft laughter before caressing his face)
careful now, I don’t want others thinking we’re conspiring.
it isn’t as bad as they’re making it out to be— I’m bulletproof, I’m just thinking about what’s happening behind the scenes that I may have missed.