Mean Street [Arsenal]

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Summer’s heels clicked loudly on the marble floor as she started exited the elevator. Flashing a convincing smile at her boss and sending a playful wave in his direction, she absolutely couldn’t wait to be out of his clutches. Pushing the front door to Gotham Live Studious open with a resounding sigh, the redhead started outside only to realize that she had forgotten to call a cab in preparation to leaving the building. This day had gone from bad to worse – not only was she on the other end of an uncomfortable interview with the mayor for this evenings exposé, but there were other scoops and leads she would have much rather been attending that were held off for another day. An exasperated sigh fell from her red lips as she looked up and down the crowded streets. Surely if she started to walk in the direction of her stylish apartment building she would encounter an empty taxi on the way. Then again, it was a decent night and she needed to blow off some steam, maybe a walk wasn’t so terrible.

Running her fingers through her ginger curls, Summer started in the direction of her apartment fully aware of the dangers the Gotham streets posed at night but completely oblivious of the possibility. Buttoning the front of her stylish trench coat and holding her bag closer to her girlish frame, Summer took a deep breath of the night air as she began her walk. The time gave her a moment to actually think and take the time to connect the dots on some of her more intense stories. Biting her lower lip in concentration, she turned the corner and made a mental list in her head of individuals she needed to talk to and places that she needed to visit, Summer only hoped that her boss would be out of her hair tomorrow and let her get down to some real stories. Typically, he monitored the work of the studio from his elite home and simply supervised. However, after a recent divorce he had been there every day and practically breathing down her neck, not to mention stealing uncomfortable glances in her direction. Summer had caught him a few times but chose to awkwardly ignore the situation.

So deep in her thoughts, the young reporter was unaware that she was being trailed, which was somewhat ironic given her position. It wasn’t until she heard an unpleasant squeal of an untrustworthy pair of breaks did she turn around and notice the figure closing in on her. Attempting to remain calm, Summer picked up her pace, trying to assure herself that it was a coincidence and the individual was simply enjoying the fresh night air much like herself, despite how unrealistic that was. Checking over her shoulder again, she noticed the figure now racing toward her and the redhead panicked. There was a chance she could lose them if she took a detour down one of the darkened alleys, though she longed to stay as close to the busy street as possible just in case something were to happen. There was hardly anything of value in the contents of her purse, though she fumbled in it for her pink tube of pepper spray in case the opportunity did arise. Summer was so convinced she was being followed that when she turned the corner, she collided head on with another individual, causing her to lose her balance and tumble to the sidewalk. “I’m so sorry-“ She began, getting back up to her feet.

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[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

There had been a mild success in the AA meeting the young Roy Harper had attended. Mostly the success was finally going and hell, he could say he was what? A month sober… At the very least. That was a start, as it was repeatedly filed through his ears, but in all honesty there was probably apart of him just as happy. If he wasn't, then there wouldn't much reason to do it. As the young blooded male exited the building, low key down around the west end. A decent group of people had attended, but Roy left rather solo. No holding hand this night. Thankfully it was an early night… There was time for duty, if indeed duty called. There really wasn't a direction he was headed, just away and down the street. Down some darkening blocks, still nearing population, but finding a sneaky alley perhaps… Ah, they really weren't hard to find. As he turned a corner, almost met with a wall a couple feet back… Someone really needed to throw in a phone booth or something with an inch of class, then why test waters… Stripping away his civilian clothes and changed into his Arsenal gear. The tradition code of red. Tight suit from pants to top, although there was at this time the additional bonus of sleeves. Just to beat off the cold that little bit.

Strapping on of course the essentials. Weapons galore. With his quiver in place on back and whatever else could be stored around his waist. Or any hidden pocket. Knives. Arrows. Perhaps guns. He wasn't called Arsenal for nothing. He did not have super powers, but he sure as hell knew how to hit a target… Straightening out his red hair, not entirely legit… Finally through on a rather well used dark cap, whilst heading back out of the alley. Just as his footing could get back on the pavement, he heard the all familiar sounds. As sadly as that is to say…. No he did not have super hearing, but he could be aware. As the footsteps were hardly that far off. Perhaps there was no scream. not yet, but there was startling sense through the foot steps… As Arsenal fell into somewhat of jog in the direction, keeping aware. Closer he could almost hear the rapport breathing. Heading down, just as he two turned the corner, he was met with a bonus add of red… Almost baling into him, not enough he was knocked over. A little misplaced. Arsenal quickly noted what. No scratch that. Who… Turning his gaze through his red mask, to the lovely red head tumbling to the ground.

"Don't worry about me, little red! That's what these arms are for…"

Swooping in to help stop the falling, slid an arm under her upper back, as he kneeled down and swept his other hand across the young vixen's red glossy hair, perhaps it was a little blown out of portion from the fall… Messy, neat, either way Arsenal wouldn't hesitate with the subtle toil with gloved fingers. With his comforting, charming smirk and voice. Red heads were certainly a particular group, he offered a subtle wink. He be here to catch her anytime she wished to come crashing into him… In fact if it wasn't something that harmed her, he'd probably encourage it. Being the gentleman that he is, Arsenal helped the young lass to her otherwise beautiful feet. Revealing her rather well dressed figure, a hand helped to brush off any stray dirt or dust. Noting the channeling of red and legs. He was only human, as his gaze more promptly escaped to seek her eyes. For some reason there was warmth like cocoa butter, if that was the best description. With a lingering hand. Arm, not about to let her fall again. He straightened himself up a little. He was after all… A "hero"!

"May I ask what caused this little tail spin, pretty girl? Are you ok?"

Arsenal asked sincerely and most curious. She certainly did just randomly ran and from the looks, wasn't a sprinting moment for shear work out. Something spooked her as his curious eyes ran over her cute features and escaped from where she came. Just what? Had there really been someone after her? He could defiantly show them a thing or two, but for now he didn't hear anything, other than the general sounds of cars. Her still rather rapid breathing, as he ran a thumb over her cheek. Perhaps she'd slap him, he wasn't exactly the handsome boy scout with a nice flawy cape. Let his fingers fall under her chin. Cupping it ever so subtly, checking. Asking she was ok. What he could do? What he should be doing? His arm that had been under her upper back, was comfortably. Loosely around her shoulders. He'd snug her in if she needed it, but he allowed her the respect for her space… If there was baddies to manhandle or simply walk her home. That was in Arsenal's reach!

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Fear was a very convincing and contributing factor in the young reporter’s situation. Her actions were foolish, leaving one of the most infamous building so late at night by herself. While her flat only a matter of turns and a couple of blocks away from the studio, a young defenseless woman walking alone at night in a crime-filled city was a recipe for disaster. After following the most recent crime of Gotham for, well, the last few years of her career, it was only expected that the redhead be a little paranoid. Not only was she sure to be a target for those that she had scorned on air of her hit television show, but she witnessed numerous unfortunate acts toward innocent bystanders and civilians every day in her career. As she hastily fumbled for her pepper spray, her heart rate escalated as she struggled to keep her steady stride and dig in the contents of her purse.

Crashing into a strong figure before her, it was only destined that the redhead lost her balance and began to tumble unceremoniously to the ground. The last thing she expected, however, was someone to catch her fall. The figure she had run into had suddenly disappeared, puzzling the young reporter as she was caught by a very strong pair of arms moments before colliding with the cold concrete. Her eyes widened as she looked up to face the familiar red mask that she had discussed several times before on her personal television show. It was unexpected, though a pleasant surprise. From the information she had gathered, he was one of the good guys and it was unlikely that he would bring any hard to her. In fact, when she looked around her surroundings, the dark figure that had been following her had completely vanished from sight.

Once her worries were eased and she realized she was in good hands, she looked up wide-eyed at her savior with a smile. “Oh-I, thank you!” She began, unsure of what else to say. She took in his appearance as she hovered inches from the ground. The smell of his cologne was faint but enticing, making him appear somewhat human despite the fact. “Arsenal, I am assuming? Seeing as we have not met” She asked, fully knowing the answer to her question. Once again, she checked their surroundings to see that they were pleasantly alone. Who knew, maybe she was simply suffering from a lack of sleep and imagined the entire thing, though her heaving chest and escalated heart rate might have suggested otherwise. She more than allowed him to help her up to her feet and she regained her balance, flashing him one of her signature, white smiles. “My hero?” She teased, playing into the cliché of a masked hero speeding to the rescue of a young damsel. Thankfully enough for her, Summer’s situation was minor in compared to some.

A blush spread across her cheeks as he called her pretty, and she replied unable to shake her smile. “I-I thought I was being followed. I could have sworn there was someone behind me.” Her smile wavered as she looked once again to check that there was no one there. “I must be seeing things; I mean really, why would anyone want to follow me.” She said lightly, more interested in the man that stood before her now, enjoying the comfort of his strong arms.

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[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

There certainly were some perks in being a superhero, oh heck there were many perks. Arsenal was one of few that had more or less chosen this path, rather than being forced. As noted he had no special powers. He was a man. Once a boy with skills. Skills he had wanted to do more with and in setting his sights he was doing just that. Usually pretty good, if he must say… The saving. the rescuing was certainly a perk. Especially rescuing such cute girls. After swooping up the vivacious red head in his arms. Which, he must admit were strong like. He did work out after all. Though that was hardly the highlight right now, less thinking of flexing if he was ever really that type… Not when he was met with smile. So many smiles he had seen, but not many this lovely. In fact Arsenal was sure it was one of a kind. Those sweet little words, the gratitude said was full heartedly felt. One didn't do this for glory or any material things, but the shear look of gratitude was enough. Enough to keep going. With a flash of Arsenal's own smile in response. With the weight he took in his arms, which was evidently very light. While he could linger, but being the gentleman that he truly was helped the young lass to her otherwise perfect feet. With careful hands, brushed any dirt, with in the boundaries.

"Pleasure to meet you milady… Though from how well you speak my name… I assume you know me? I wasn't aware I had a fan, Miss?"

Once aided to her stable feet, whilst kept a hand to make sure and Arsenal certainly couldn't complain. Let his red gloved hand slip to the young lady's hand, for a somewhat officially meeting. 'not met'! No, Arsenal was sure he would have remembered her pretty little face. She was familiar, but well he could be guilty not to pay to close attention to television, other than the ones connected to cameras, as creepy as that sounded, but she did know who he was. Well, his name. Perhaps he was in the paper occasionally, but he was hardly Superman, the guy everybody knew and wanted to know. Heck, perhaps even Batman despite how cold he was… Arsenal, well…. He certainly wasn't unknown and flattered she knew of him. Though how much she did know, was either a good thing or a bad thing. Gentle lingered her hand in his. Perhaps by chances as slim as it is, a fan of sorts. Lightly planting a kiss on her hand. He was really pulling out all the charms tonight…. Oh wow… 'My hero?' That could defiantly cause a man to blush, whether it was easier to hide wearing red, that was less known.

"I can be… It possibly suggests you are the damsel or you purposely fell in my arms!"

Arsenal let linger with his response, he certainly held no objections. Playing a hand to his chest. This was the damsel, hero kinda cliche routine. Only as Arsenal teased this suggests she was, though he really wasn't one to just jump to that. He had met many cute little girls, just as able to kick his ass and he was sure give her reason. She could try… Hmmm, or maybe it was the act to fall and to swept up. Playing wink. Least he was content with the later, as untrue it probably was, but you never know. Looked to playfully, though mostly was hidden behind his masks. Just as his playfully looks ceased, as Arsenal listened to why she had ran. Certainly seemed more than a late sprint. From the rapid heart rate and shear pale look on her face. There was the sense of fear. Only as she looked now. There was not much. Arsenal nodded and looked behind the corner. With suspicious eyes, given the reputation one could take even shadows lightly. Anything could happen and most likely would. Not that Arsenal would indeed sing that. It would on create panic and make things evidently worse… Stepped back closer to the young lady. Half smiled as she put it down to her eyes. Her last words, he could almost scratch his head at, with a slight look whether or not he was meant to answer that…

"Maybe, but I'd put it down to being cautious, which is smart in a city like Gotham… Its not much of a stretch to understand why someone would follow such a beautiful woman… I mean, maybe even I could follow you… I mean a little bit. Not stalk, because you'd probably spray my eyes out. Good chance if there was someone you scared them away… Can I ask where you were headed? I can walk with you, just incase they come back!"

Arsenal replied reached a hand to her upper cheek, etching closer to her eyes. Her pretty eyes and if in somewhat looking deeper he could tell if she was blind, perhaps not. As much he certainly didn't mind trying. No, she was cautious. Perhaps extra cautious. Better being over than under, particularly when even shadows could be questionable… Bit his tongue a little, said little and was honest. Least to one aspect why he could see one wishing to follow her. Without of course completely freaking her out, but she was a beautiful woman. He certainly wouldn't mind following. though as he span that, he minority got caught on his words not to sound completely stalker like. He certainly wouldn't, though trying to say he wouldn't mind following her in the more harmless sense. If it did exist before he could get his ass kicked. Pointing out the pepper spray he caught glimpse in her purse. Perhaps not as flashy as his weapons, but still didn't want it sprayed in his eyes. Keeping a close stance with her and looked back. Around… He wasn't completely ruling out that she wasn't being followed, but he would certainly make sure she stays safe… As he more directly asked where she was headed. Suggesting he could walk with her. Just keep her safe.

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Unable to shake the white smile off her face, she thanked him as he helped her brush herself off, not bothered by his touch at all. When his hands came a little too close to the injury on her upper thigh, she quickly brushed him away. “Oh-I’m so sorry. I – um, ran into the counter the other day and I have this horrible bruise. I can be so clumsy some times, but I am sure you noticed.” She managed a girlish giggle, formerly comforted by the feeling of his strong arms around her. Summer had yet to open up to anyone about her tragic encounter with the Joker, nor did she plan on sharing any time soon. Thankfully, the darkness hid the pink tinge that had appeared on her cheeks at his mention of having a fan. “I guess you can say that, I’m a reporter and News Anchor for Gotham Live, It’s my job to know who everyone is.” She said proudly, “But based on the past few minutes I can confidently say that I am a fan,”

His costumed hand remained in hers, enough to make the redhead melt. Temporarily forgetting about all of her troubles, she reverted back to feeling like a high school girl. It was rare that she ran into any of the masked marauders that seemed to occupy Gotham City unless it was her begging for a statement. To meet on other terms, despite how potentially dangerous they had originally been, was actually an unusual yet great surprise. Butterflies fluttered restlessly in her toned stomach as he leaned forward to kiss her dainty, manicured hand. Summer never took the time for anything more than a little harmless flirting and even then it was simply to progress in her career. While this behavior might have been a little out of the norm for Summer, she wasn’t about to stop now.

“Well, aren’t you so charming?” Her smile was unavoidable at this point. “As cliché as it is, I’m going to have to go with the first one. I’m just fortunate that you were there to catch my fall, I am not usually that lucky.” She bit her lower lip, a nervous little habit of hers that brought a false sense of innocence about her. His winning personality and kind disposition had almost made her temporarily forget about her former turmoil’s. She tried to play it off as is she had been seeing things was only a defense mechanism and she was fully aware if what she had seen and it wasn’t her eyes playing tricks on her.

His offer eased her fears completely, “I would like that very much.” She said, laughing at his comment. “I don’t think I would mind as much if it was someone like you stalking me,” The redhead teased playfully, relieved that she would not have to spend the rest of the dreary walk alone. “I am just headed back to my apartment, it’s about eight blocks this way, are you sure it isn’t too much trouble?” Signaling the direction she was headed, she turned back to him, her bright green eyes staring up at his mask as he reached for his face. There was just something about him, a clever combination of mystery and charm that she simply couldn’t deny.

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[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

Just when the rescuing was circling the many perks. Then the beautiful fiery red head graced Arsenal with a smile. Radiant, perhaps even more piercing than the sharp points of his arrows. Oh, yeah he was defiantly feeling that smiling and possibly going to be feeling it for a little while longer. Who really could shake off such a sincere gorgeous, infectious smile. There was really little he could do other than return a smile, well perhaps more a humble smile, but the reaction was certainly present in his cheeks a little. Not that he was completely mentally checking a list, but he was still a guy. A charming guy. A hero it would seem. Brushing the young lady from all traces of dirty and nasties. With the tiniest excuse to touch her. Pure instinct. Catch her. Rescue her. Brush her down. Not pushing his luck, cos… Just at that he had touched to much, with the her quickly brushing him off. Away. Didn't linger. Didn't question. Arsenal stepped back, respectively so. Though he honestly as she pointed out her bruise. He hadn't really seen it… Least until now. Bruises happened in various ways and perhaps it wouldn't be too much concern, but there was a little from the hesitation in her voice. Suppose she hadn't had as many bruises as he had in his life, it kind of became natural to come up with excuses.

"No need to apologise, love… Those counters can surely have some fight in them… We're all a little clumsy sometimes, if it ever returns let me know. I'm good at putting counters back in their place… I'm also pretty good at kissing bruises better."

Charmingly and sincerely Arsenal then responded to the pretty lass. Whether it was truly a counter or something else. Something less epic or something more traumatic, he really had not place in asking her to talk about it. There was certainly the signal that she did not and that certainly was ok. Wasn't like there wasn't anything else to talk about. As lightly and as charmingly Arsenal showed a smile. In his strong words, suggesting if it was a 'counter' or something more that caused her such pain. He could defiantly deal with it, if it happened again… It wasn't like he wasn't well equipped and whether counter or not, Arsenal didn't like seeing harm fallen upon such a beauty. No doubt she was worth fighting to the end. His light smile picked up a little, light finger catching at the stray red strands at her delicate cheek and lightly brushed against her jawline, before letting go. In his words of being good at kissing such things better, he wasn't asking. He was merely saying he could and possibly thinking about it. Thinking of harmless. Anymore he was more than likely to get his head kicked in, but bruise. Thigh. How could he not. There could be worse places. Dropping his hand.

"So I'm on your resume! Can't say I dislike that… I bet you know me right down to my underwear… I am honoured, though I feel a little short on my end… What's your name? I apologise, I must not watch the news as much as I am on it… I may have more of a reason to so now."

Playfully and perhaps a little cheekily Arsenal responded. With a light sincere chuckle. Least from how he took the lovely lass's words about her job was to know everyone, to know him. He was part of her job. Holding the smile back a little that was pushing to form, certainly couldn't dislike that. Offering her a subtle wink. He was the former adopted son of a playboy, he wasn't as bad in his tactics, he liked to think he was more charming. Raising a brow at how much this lady knew about him, it certainly wasn't a bad thing. Although possibly if she knew more about him than he did himself, but hey. That was ok as well. As he did let his smile come as he was honoured now, to have made a fan. Even in such a short space in time, but he wasn't about to run from it. Though certainly felt a little bad that he knew less about her, but the desire to was certainly not lessened. Asking her name. Not that he didn't pay close attention to the news. The radio. The police calls. That certainly aided in his job. Knowing where to be and such, but to be honest he was more paying attention to the actual news, surprising as that may seem. He didn't take his job as lightly as one would assume. Not even in the slightest details. Even down to the swooping and saving the day of a beautiful woman. Occasionally with the chances of a kiss… A hand for now. Arsenal hadn't completely let go, to enable for balance and stability if the lady needed it. To be fair, partially because he didn't want to completely let go, but he was confident it was for her first. Catching the flush of her cheeks. The gentle widening and potential melting in her luscious eyes, this certainly was a massive perks. At her questioning his charms, the vivid smile of her lips. Arsenal couldn't help than to laugh warmly and an open smile.

"I am who I am..! Though, if you ask me, I would say you are the lucky charm. Milady!"

As simply and humbly Arsenal responded, with some amusing added pride. He really wasn't one to go shouting to the world he was charming, no no. He was far more up to proving it and letting others offer him that claim. He really was at root, himself. Smiled subtly. Offering her a intended look at her words, her lack of luck. He could say he was often in the same boat, lacking of luck, but her… Hmmm, if she was unlucky, he certainly felt an added bonus of luck and he was certain it wasn't from him. Not that he was gonna claim she was his lucky charm, but certainly was something indeed special. Placing a light gestured finger under her otherwise perfect chin and gazed into her beautiful big eyes. He occasionally was gifted with words, but then more often it came down with the inspiration. Perhaps the situation wasn't as she had imagined, but none the less Arsenal was here to protect. Even if to prevent. Sometimes it paid to be a little extra cautious especially in a city like Gotham. Besides walking a innocent vivacious woman home, could certainly highlight his evening. Sometimes the slower pace was nice from all the blood and gore. When she accepted his offer, he certainly grew a smile and became a smirk at her teasing words.

"Hmmm, in that case I may just keep a close eye… Nothing wrong with a close eye. Now is there? Of course to keep all the creeps scarce with just the flash of my weapons. You might never need to run again… Oh, no trouble at all. Eight blocks is easy… Now, let us take you home pretty girl."

Playfully Arsenal responded, to her almost open invitation, although at this point it was still possibly hypothetically speaking, with maybe a little chance of it actually happening. Arsenal perked up his eye brows a little, questioning the harm of a close eye. With a smile. He truly wasn't much of a stalker, but well occasionally even he could become infatuated. It was a natural thing, really. Certainly not a far cry from happening. Before playing down his playful smile, with half serious and half playful seriousness. Because really all could be merely based in a manner of protecting. He least could say he was good at that, usually. Pointing mindfully at some of his weapons. The ones easy to see in view. Arrows. Knives. Bow. His belt with the hidden extra gems. It wasn't an understatement for him to say he was truly packing. With the added suggestion she may find less reasons to run, least run in fear. Perhaps not a full promise. This was Gotham, but he certainly would try his very hardest, even more. There certainly was always more limits he could go and she was defiantly a reason… Straightened himself as she signalled in the direction and suggestive distance. Arsenal dropped his arm around her, following her at foot. Dropping his hand gently to her lower back, not that he nor her needed encouragement it would appear. Eight blocks certainly wasn't exactly close, but he prided himself in considering himself a marathon runner. He certainly could go all night and often all day as well. Hmmm, then again with a flash of his smile any number blocks was gonna seem easy right now. If they were met with trouble along the way, he had weapons at the ready and he knew just how to use them.

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The still-fresh brand on her thigh brought a blush to her cheeks at it dully throbbed, letting her know it was still there. Though his gesture had been incredibly charming, the pain the blossomed at the mere touch was nearly enough to result in a scream from the redhead. If she were not as stubborn she might have taken the issue to the hospital immediately, but she was far too proud to admit her previous defeat. Instead, she would live with it, knowing it would take ages to heal and continue to leave a mark for the rest of her life. Thankfully, it was so far up her thigh that only few would actually see it or know it existed at all. She had nearly forgotten her own excuse as she fumbled over her words. “Hmm? Oh-yes! The counters. Those edges are deadly.” She smiled, biting her lower lip as he informed her about his hidden talent. “Oh really? She flirted back, “Did I mention my lips were bruised too?”

The smile on her face seemed practically permanent as he brushed the hair from her face. Wasn’t this what every girl dreamed off? Being swept off her feet and rescued (granted, in a much moderate situation than most) by a gorgeous masked hero underneath the starless city skies seemed like more of a fantasy than reality. After the past few weeks and countless amounts of trouble that Summer seemed to be running into she was beginning to feel as though she was never meant to be rescued.

As conceited as she typically was, this was one introduction that she didn’t mind giving. “Oh, I am Summer,” she began with the same grateful smile. “Summer Gleeson. It’s a pleasure to actually meet you.” She ended with a small giggle, wondering if he really would actually engage in her show now that they had met. It made her feel good nonetheless. His playful winks didn’t go unnoticed, and she looked down at the ground momentarily attempting to hide her growing smile. “Are you like this with every girl you rescue?” She teased playfully, admittedly enjoying his presence and the feeling of her hand in his. “I’ve always wanted a lucky charm, who would have thought he would look that good in a mask.” Summer flirted back with great ease. She could turn on the charm too when she wanted too, it wasn’t always that she was a stuck-up career driven bitch – only in the eyes of some.

Closing some of the distance between them as he tilted her chin gently to meet his gaze, butterflies fluttered endlessly in her stomach as he offered to walk her home. Summer honestly couldn’t have imagined a better situation unfolding before her and was relieved that she was practically guaranteed to make it home to the safety of her apartment “Thanks, I owe you.” She said, the noticeable relief leaving her lips with the simple sentence. “I usually take a taxi, I just felt compelled to walk this evening – and I am really glad that I did. “ She beamed as they started toward her destination. The redhead felt incredibly safe, and even safer as his muscular arm found the small of her back. She remembered the last person she had allowed to touch her like that, at least not without her permission. However, Arsenal was doing a very convincing job of swooning the stubborn Summer.

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[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

It certainly wasn't hard to leave eyes to linger, not so much a direct stare, but subtly linger. In Arsenal's own way it wasn't at all creepy, mostly show that he was present… Very present and aware. Wasn't hard to be with such natural beauty. Watching her grace… Her, fumbling grace. Which mustered a playful smile on his lips. In his eyes. Not laughing at her, no. Admiring it. It was very becoming. Sweet. Though didn't take the caring note, that she was hiding the real reason behind her bruise. As much as he would like to, it wasn't his place… To truly dig, all he could do was reach out and show her comfort. Some level he could understand. In most cases it was the inner bruises. Arsenal huffed a little laugh at the little red's response to the 'deadly' counters. Responded in kind with a nod. They most certainly could be, as his dark masked eyes graced over the red head. Catching her biting her lip. Was she almost quivering? Hmmm, she wasn't yet. He could defiantly help aid in that, he of course thought innocently in his thoughts… Cute and shy, but she certainly didn't hold herself completely back. Raising a slight brow as she flirted with him. Felt less inclined to widen the space, more keep it close. In the cosy way.

"That is just no good… These counters must really know nothing about manners."

Arsenal lightly joked, with the suggestion that not only was she attacked. She had also been resorted to kissing counters and that is just no fun. That was so stale and flat. Eyeing her playfully as well as tracing her luscious ruby lips, perhaps that was why he hadn't caught the bruise, he could almost glimpse it now. Smirking simply. Brushed the stray red strands of her hair, drawing a faint line as his hand trace down along her cheek, her jaw line and lightly to tilt her chin. Gotta get a better look at those lips, whilst his other hand swooped a little more intently behind her waist. Pulling her in just a little more. Drawing her in, whilst draw his lips down more to her level. With subtle hot lips then teased and caressed the left side of her lips. Closed his eyes. Pressed for the gentle kiss. Went for seconds, but felt like time stood still. Hmmm, tasted better than the cherry on top. Massaging the corner of her bottom lip, before slowly and reluctantly with let go of her kiss. Arsenal's hand that lingered under her chin, then carefully ran over her lips. Where his own had been and what they had missed. Teased her a little, hopefully wanting more and a little hope for her, there could be a reason for him to return. But tender enough to ease the bruise, for hopefully the time being. Smiled charmingly as she spoked and he could put a name now to the pretty little red head, he had just kissed. Hmmm, Summer. He could almost breath in the name. It described her in the most beautiful and subtle way. Dropped his hand from her under chin and fell to one of her own hands. Motioned to plant a charming kiss, whilst he still held her close with an arm around her waist.

"The pleasure is certainly all mine, Summer. Not that I like being selfish. I am happy to share, Love… You only need to ask to snap naked photos of me, or would that be too much exposure?"

Sincerely and deeply Arsenal responded, as they officially met and he officially knew her name. Lips lingered at her hand, before replaced more attentively by the gently hold of his hand… This had certainly been his lucky night. Meeting hmmm, such a rush of life. Although as he humbly teased, he could share. He could certainly share where it counted and otherwise he could learn to share. Winked at her sweetly. She certainly had not much reluctance to shoo him away, so he took her word… Not before Arsenal playfully joked, with his teasing words, he wasn't actually out of the loop to know the level journalists could go for a juicy story. He could recall the many hiding in the bushes, simply to get a fuzzy shot of Oliver's behind… Not that Arsenal was suggestively putting Summer's journalism to that, merely teasing. Making light of the personal situation. He had certainly little problem with her seeing all his sides, all probably preferably with his mask still on.. Now wouldn't that be a spread. Yep, Arsenal was sure he could truly make page 3 into a scandal. He certainly wasn't the kind that went looking for that type of exposure, he didn't really do it for the glory. He wasn't against it if it was there, but less likely to give an interview like Superman. Who really could be that uptight and open at the same time?

"I would say no… That would be suggesting every girl is the same and you milady… Are certainly your own woman, and all woman! Beautiful as a summers day! Now I know why the snow is melting!"

Arsenal responded in light, with little hesitation, though a faint playful gleam in his eyes. He just liked to think he was naturally this charming. It was less about trying and mostly just listening and perceiving. It was indeed true no girl. No woman and no lady were ever the same, well they could come close in way twin form. That was just blessing in most cases. Otherwise in most cases, Arsenal dealt with one of a kinds, certainly couldn't pin point ever seeing a replica of Summer. As he looked more intently at her, with a more honest look and smile. Before motioned a cheeky swirl and looking all over her. Not just a detail here or there. No. Looking at her from head to toe. Only fools miss the important bits. Laid out the charming, partly lines from her name. That he was sure she heard more than enough in a lifetime, he just couldn't help himself, even if it was a little cheesy romantic of him… He playfully smirked as Summer flirted back, mentioning she always wanted a lucky charm and pointedly checking out his mask. Whilst Arsenal played at light at any hairs that escaped her behind her ear. Chick could certainly dig the mask, one of the perks

"Thank-you, it certainly serves its purpose… I do come in key-chains, if you are in need of something more travel sized… Mask and all!"

Kindly Arsenal thanked Summer for the compliment. A hand gently motioned at his mask. Proper face mask. No strings. It was like magic, well only cooler. Winked her playfully. If she was this keen on him being her lucky charm, he could add more to it. Digging a hand in his Arsenal. Even though it didn't exactly look like it, but he was certainly packing a whole lot. Pulling out a keychain… Not that he was carting it around merely for his own sake, but hey he could be nerdy enough to pay some attention to his own merchandise. Who really wouldn't? Besides, it usually came in handy, whether Arsenal saved a couple of kids or even a blushing beauty like Summer. As the pint-sized Arsenal dangled before her to take. Smiled sweetly, this potentially meant more, who knew.

"Owe me? Well, I'm defiantly going to hold you to that or just hold you…"

That was certainly the last thing Arsenal expected Summer to say, he had hardly expected her to offer him up a thing, though he certainly wasn't going to say no to it. Especially when it was something she seemingly wanting to do. As kindly ushered her closer. As his mind wandered a a man would at the many ways she could owe him one, all in respect of a lady of course. Sweetly gestured with a playful smile. Feeling her close and tucked in his arm, certainly could be it. Was certainly going to be painful letting that go.

"Well, I'm glad you did too. Cabs, can be so filthy and hardly as comforting"

Arsenal simply remarked, not that he was going to fully attest to riding in a cab, but you gotta do what you gotta do sometimes. Cabs certainly weren't the right level of intimacy either. Always in his experience, some filthy pig, who needed to keep their two eyes on the road and possibly needed to visit a shower. Not that he was judging, but well, he could be messy, but not even remotely filthy… Save his mouth on occasion. With the relaxation of Summer at his arm, was certainly a clue she was happier for it. Safer for it, nonetheless. As Arsenal carefully slid his hand to her back pocket. If in need her little cute shorts even had a back pocket. In which case. Sly. Very sly Arsenal. Began to walk with her in the direction she had directed. They didn't even reach three blocks, before they were abruptly stopped by a darkened figure.

A darkened man. Almost out of thin air, perhaps Arsenal had his attention to squarely on Summer to have notice. Now that he did. There was certainly a change. The air grew thicker, even possibly with more mist and the faintest weird scent. Just enough to crinkle the airs upon the necks. The man or more beast, who really knew. Dressed in black and eyes that almost matched, with a sinister glare. He was more Maniac, than a man. Arsenal took caution, kept Summer close, whilst keeping her a few steps behind. Especially as there was now a gleam of knife. There was no flinch, no movement. He stared out cold, until barely the Maniac's lips moved, but his word was most defiantly heard. "MINE!" Most defiantly felt, falling around them in a deepened echo. With all its weight and full intent. The dark eyes fell upon the head of Summer, with little to no acknowledgement of Arsenal. Approached Summer in his dark steps, but Arsenal swiftly motioned in between. Ushering Summer more protectively behind and placed a hand at the Maniac's chest. It felt like ice. Stone and somehow like nothing at all. As Arsenal squared his eyes at the challenging beast, but before Arsenal could speak. Even try. He was reprimanded for his mistake.

Barely if at all did Arsenal see it coming, but certainly felt it. As an incredibly force came at his chest and threw him. Tossing his red ass some incredibly feet through the air, that felt more like it had been close to ten blocks. Arsenal's body came into contact with the pavement, hard. Most defiantly he felt that impact, throughout his body. With most of the weight crashing down on his right shoulder. His hand came to the cold pavement as he came to a landing. Ached of course in pain, no serious damage, but he wasn't at all immortal. He wasn't immune to it. His left hand reached aimlessly for a moment at his right shoulder. It tweaked a little as he moved. Shaking the pins and needles, but it quickly went to the back of his mind. Drawing attention back to Summer. As his eyes alerted to the Maniac now more freely to approach her. Threaten her. Lord knows what he wanted to do with her with that knife or more. This Man… Was certainly more. He was certainly less mortal, but it wasn't enough to make Arsenal turn. Turn and run, no he had stared in the eyes of beast before and slain them. His eyes motioned quickly as he tried to quickly gain some ground on this. To least distract the man, turn his attention back on Arsenal. Motioning swiftly behind him and pulled out a crossbow. With a flick, it sprang out and loaded. Didn't wait until he was on his feet. Arsenal aimed and fired whilst half in a crouch. A clear aim, that wouldn't put Summer in the line of fire. The red arrow flew crisp and seamlessly flew through the dark man. As if passing through fog. With just half deterred look in the direction from where the arrow came. Defiantly not mortal. As Arsenal shot two more arrows. Enough to warrant the attention, if not harm and it paid off by the last arrow. The dark eyes turned on him, but as swiftly as they turned. The man was out of sight. As if evaporated in the air.

Arsenal motioned to his feet. With a level of caution. His crossbow held low at his side. Eyes glanced at Summer, then around them. In the darkened shadowy quiet street. Too quiet street and the air was still that little icy. Just even as Arsenal could even try and take a breath. He was met with an unexacting force from his left and deep opening gash across his thigh. There wasn't even a half a second before Arsenal was met with another force from his right side. The crossbow ripped from his hand and just the sounds of it being crushed, before falling to pieces on the ground. Following another gash along his midsection. Arsenal was then met with several attacks from the force, from all sides. All with quick and cunning intents. Feeling ever blow and cut. There could have been ten. Fifty, it was one, after another. That a point Arsenal was half brought back to his knee and as he cried out at each blow. His vision darted at every direction, barely catching a blur… Struggled ever so slightly as his body tried to slump, he spat out the blood curling around in his mouth. Gritted his teeth. Knowing he was going to be a dead man, if didn't try to make a move… A split second was all he needed. Fired a line towards a lamp post. Thankfully he was good at aiming even with his vision was blurred or even if he couldn't see. As the red line flew and swung around the post up high. With a simple flick of a lever. Arsenal ascended through the air. Bloodied. Banged up, but he put that out of focus. That was something for later… Right now, his hand instinctually motioned for his lengthy bow and an arrow. This Man. This beast was fast, but Arsenal wasn't without some speed of his own. Nor without some craft of his own. With the angle. He swung around in the air. Giving him leverage… As he looked down, the darkened man now stood more clearly on the pavement, the pavement with Arsenal's stained blood. The dark eyes glared at Arsenal, but almost in a half second the dark eyes looked off in the distance. Arsenal aimed and fired the arrow. Again broke through nothing, but a faint trace if mist. Landing alone in a crack in the pavement… Arsenal came down, rolled onto his knee, but the man was gone? No sign. As Arsenal looked around. Lowered his bow and his free hand, came at his torso. To one of the cuts. Catching glimpse at the blood that dripped from his glove. Frowned ever so slightly… Arsenal then immediately drew his attention back to Summer. Felt the rush escaping his chest. Gaining with little struggle, save a slight tweak in the aches across his torn suit and body. Reached out at Summer's arm as he approached her. Making sure she was unharmed.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

Arsenal's voice came directly and with sincere concern, catching his rough aching breath. His eyes ran over her. Tracing any and all fear across her face. Her eyes. Running his hand over her head, her hair and to shoulders. Checking she wasn't hurt. Whilst he kept a guard up around them. For whatever it was. Who ever it was, certainly was no telling how or when he would attack again. Or even if. Though the air seemed less thick. Just that inch less cold, but Arsenal wasn't about to be a fool to even assume this was over. You look in a eyes of a Maniac, there is no telling of their limits. There true intentions, save their pure desire to kill and maim… Then, some couple blocks down. Came bellowing and echoing screams. Screams of fear… Screams of death? Arsenal drew Summer closer, as he turned and looked of in the direction of the lonely dark street… It certainly wasn't going to be a safe walk home, it seemed it truly was Summer's lucky night. Arsenal had no intention for allowing that luck to run out. Not on his watch!

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She allowed herself to become distracted by this mask-wearing savior, his charms winning her attention easily. Summer was relieved that he didn’t pry in regards to the pain surrounding the upper-half of her thigh. The young redhead was more than willing to forget both it and its origin story and simply focus on the events prior. However, leaving such painful memories behind didn’t prove to be as easy as she made it appear to be. The brand on her upper thigh haunted her daily and she was reminded of it constantly. Although, Arsenal was proving to be a worthy distraction. She couldn’t help but giggle once more at his comment. “I know! If they keep acting up I am just going to have to put them in time-out.” She winked, playing along.

As he pulled her closely, her body reacted accordingly, fitting perfectly against his athletic frame. She gazed into his eyes as if trying to memorize them, unwilling to forget and use the image burned in her brain for reference later. Her curiosity peaked as he leaned forward. Was this really happening? It was almost something worthy of a fairy tale- a set of ideas and hopes that Summer had left behind when she was a little girl. Typically, she wouldn’t allow a complete stranger to touch her, but there was something about the mystery in pair with the adrenaline racing through her veins that didn’t stop him. He tilted her chin so that their lips met and the young damsel-in-distress enjoyed the kiss far too much, returning it willingly. The moment he pulled a way, a playful pout formed on the redhead’s kiss, unsatisfied with such a sudden ending to such an enjoying experience. She couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms, looking down as she smiled uncontrollably at his comment. “I don’t think that would be overdoing at all. I am sure it would do wonders for my ratings though.” Summer only teased, trapped in this moment.

His words were just what she needed to brighten her day, and goodness was her skilled with them amongst other things. “And what is it that makes me so different from other girls?” Summer asked, leaning dangerously close to him so that her lips lingered just in front of his but not reuniting them. Goosebumps trailed across her pale skin as he brushed her red waves behind her ear once again. “Oh do you now? Do you autograph them as well?” She taunted, winking playfully before leaning away slightly, putting a bit more distance between her face and his as he reached for something. Summer waited curiously, her smile only widening as he pulled out said keychain from somewhere in his form-fitting uniform. She chuckled as she accepted it, holding it close to her as she soaked up every last bit of his romanticism. That was one thing she wouldn’t mind being held over her head, but the other option sounded just as promising.


She couldn’t help but agree to his statement about taxi cabs, nodding with a persistent smile. “And not nearly as handsome.” They began to close the distance between their starting location and her apartment, though Summer silently wished she could buy more time. As if on cue, a figure appeared that was seemingly out of nowhere. At first she thought nothing of it, but it wasn’t until Arsenal tensed up did she actually sense any danger. She looked upon the figure, holding tightly to her hero in hopes that he would reassuringly relieve whatever situation was about to unfold. One word left the strangers lips, causing a gasp to fall from the redheads lips as they started toward her. Her heart pounded in her chest as Arsenal quickly blocked the path of the mysterious creature. Raising her hand to her lips in pure shock, her wide eyes grew even wider at her hero was thrown to the site with ease. Her head jerked in the direction as he came crashing to the ground. Fear possessed the girl as she looked from the figure to the heap on red that landed a great deal of distance away from her. “Are you okay!” She shouted in concern, though Summer seemed to have other problems.

The strange figure had closed the distance between itself and Summer within seconds, its form pressed against hers as it cornered her against the brick building. A squeal flew from the damsel’s lips as she attempted to push the stranger away, a chilling sensation racing through her petite frame. With the audible noise of Arsenal’s cross bow, the figure backed away from Summer only slightly as an arrow fly through it. Summer gasped once more, hoping that it was all over, but it didn’t appear to be so. Forced to simply watch in horror at the scene that followed, the young reporter screamed in hopes of alerting her newfound companion, though she was practically force herself to watch. Once it all seemed to be over, she looked around cautiously with her eyes wide with fear before she rushed toward Arsenal, “Yes, I am okay, don’t worry! I am fine. J-just a little shaken up. You don’t look so good. Is there anything I can do to help? Should I call an ambulance?”

She couldn’t help but manage a smile at his concern. “W-what was that thing?” She asked. He pulled her closer and she wasn’t one to object at this point, burying her head into his broad chest for a moment as she collected herself. The shill series of screams caused her to jump, and she looked back up to meet his capturing gaze. “I’m scared.” She said quietly, a petrified look masking her pretty face. “What does it want? Why is it doing this?”

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[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

There was definitely
no prying that the young Arsenal had in mind. There was certainly ways of getting familiar with someone without completely jumping on them. Physically and mentally. More often taking the time was more enjoyable, especially to enjoy such an awe of beauty… Particularly caught within the realm of her eyes. so big. Wide. Perhaps Arsenal could be guilty if he did slip, but he remain composed. His hand certainly taken affect, coasting, but not taking. No woman was there to be taken… Whilst he remained close and now catching her sweet smile and giggles. It certainly didn't under swell the growing feeling in his chest. Peaking through the smile he offered in response to her wink. Hmmm, he most loved when a woman was talking, they were talking straight to him. Full attention and all. It was an under-deniable feeling. Arsenal ran a careful thumb across her jaw line. Gloved, but that would have only added to the texture, not erase it.

"If you don't… I can!"

With the subtle curl of his confident tongue. Although he was more certain than he was offering, but of course if the lady refused. He would have respect her wishes, but dang. If push came to shove. He certainly wouldn't mind teaching the counter a few lessons. Arsenal remarkably smiled, as eyes tailored Summer's and her eyes. How he ever possibly miss them? Naturally curious he begged to know what was felt within her mind. What truly was running through the pulse. With the faintest slip of his hand at her jaw. Down just that little bit. Arsenal could feel it. Understand it? Now that would take more than a kiss, but it would only aid to wanting to do more. To know more. She was but a stranger. Then why did feel so right? So comforting? Let it be an essence of a fairy tale, but when it came down to it. Arsenal knew very well this was better than a fairy tale. This was reality. No such tale would compete. Embracing Summer with his lips. His subtle touch of his lips. Forward, but given he had played it so subtly. Not his full kiss, there was plenty more to be desired… If indeed one desired it. As his eyes opened and glanced at Summer's. With the faintest colouring at his own cheeks, from the physical signs. The way she almost trembled in delight at the hand at her lower back, it was a gamble worth taking. Bringing his hand near her neck, motioned a light brush of a thumb, perhaps even fingers over her luscious lips. Those lips, he most certainly would be savouring the memory. The taste. That kind of taste that hit your taste buds and hairs on your back stand up. Grab your attention… Whilst Arsenal took a step back, he didn't allow for many steps back. He wasn't just about to go off and leave her to pick up the pieces. He'd rather watch her ravish in it. He dropped his hand from her lips, but kept the one around her waist. Catching as her gaze went to the ground. Hiding her brilliant smiles. Unable to hide his own then, with just the tiniest hint of smug, but he care more for her getting a victory in this than just him. It wasn't him that was just doing this to her. Summer was doing this to him.

"So long as you focus on my better side, I shouldn't shut you down, pretty girl! Oh, and of course… The mask stays on!"

Arsenal humbly with the hint of sarcasm responded to his nudity bumping her ratings. Really who wanted to see him naked across town? He did have not so flattering angles, he was sure. As he had lightly joked, before his free hand slipped to her own and (as he remarked pretty girl) eloquently planted a kiss on her hand. Before adding if such a turn of events happened, his mask would have to stay on… If that could alone save his identity, he was almost sure, but would just the mask be almost a request? Who's to know? Hmmm, then Summer had to go and ask what made her different other women. This certainly was a question that could have him run into a brick wall. After all he couldn't know, let alone guess what were her deep dark secrets, but he needed no confirmation to know she was unique. Separate. Of the major thing separating her from the rest… As cheesy as he knew it was, but certainly it still mattered.

"For one, You are here… They are not! And you are gorgeous, I swear a new light just went off.. It most definitely starts with those eyes, love."

Arsenal barely even looked far to check there was even remotely someone else these. Even if there was, it would still feel the same, but she wasn't just here. Wasn't just happen to be on the same street, but she was present. Listening. Talking. Bantering. Flirting and being oh so cute. Certainly could get the hormones doing all crazy kind of shit, like save her. Before remarked her beauty. He may not be able to remark so deeply personal, yet, but his eyes certainly couldn't betray him and he knew something special when he saw it. Gorgeous inside and out. He lightly humoured, although he was sure it was true, she could create the sparkles. It seemed just then an overhead light went out. Proving his point, as his eyes glanced up. Before landing pointedly at her eyes. Certainly easy to find yourself a little caught up in.

"I can. That all depends on if you want me marked."

Arsenal taunted in response to Summer asking if he autographed them, with a slight raise of his brow. Would she really want him marked? As Arsenal dangled the little fella and watched the growing of her big eyes and smile. Well, that certainly a better reaction than where it could have. Arsenal was certainly a little relieved. Then again, he was certainly a lot more than what his key chain represented. Least he could hope. As he tug Summer in just that little bit. For a little added warmth. Little added protection to escort her home. He motioned his free hand to his chest a little at Summer's comment. Offering her a playful look. Certainly did wonders knowing she liked what she saw. Personality was evidently important, then so was chemistry. Though even if Arsenal was going to respond in words, not that he was so sure he had any. A dark figure approached… If one could even say approached. It almost like he popped out of no where and yet been standing there the whole time. A stranger in the dark, but with dark calm eyes. It was hard to quickly smell danger. With the a simple word spoken, it was enough to turn this evening on its back. Where Arsenal stood up, stepped up. There was little chance he could question any fear he may have had. That wasn't his job. His job was to protect. Face dangerous things and kick their asses. Generally was the case, but from the moment when the Maniac threw Arsenal. Feeling that shear dark force. This wasn't going to be your average joe or goon, but hell he could try. No. Not Try. Do. With the whimpers and the shear terror from Summer. That was all he ever needed to know he needed to get her save and worry about himself later. He didn't respond to Summer's words. Instead took point and shoot with his crossbow. Sometimes in this game you had to make it up as you go along, but one normally doesn't say that out loud. Its just never the same and after his failed attempts to mark the Maniac. It at least had done one thing. Turned the attention. It at least gave him that peace of mind, if there was ever any peace right now. After Arsenal rose to his feet and was met with a blow. Followed by the several more blows. Half feeling himself a little sliced and diced, but he didn't come to falling to pieces. Not until he took that moment to break away and the Maniac disappeared, moments before Arsenal again found his feet on the ground. Not wasting a minute, Arsenal rushed over to Summer. Relieved to feel her, safe. Reaching his hand to her arm, before pulling her in. Allowing to feel all the trembles and fears, hopefully he wash some of them away. Because he though he may have chased off this Maniac, he couldn't exactly say he won. As Roy's hand carefully motioned to caress the top of Summer's head ever so slightly. A few inches below him, but he muffled a soft sound, hearing her words. Her concerns and certainly feeling like he had gotten hit by a bus. As one of his hands still clutched a little to his rib and torso area. Pulled back briefly and looked down to her face with a deepened sigh to not only hear she was ok, but see she was physically not harmed. Slipping his hand from the top of her head to the more delicate skin of her cheek. All in tact.

"You're shaking like a leaf… I'll be fine. What are a few scratches? Don't you worry, I kind of had it coming. I should have stopped him sooner… Besides, I don't do hospitals very well. Can't have them seeing my better sides…. "

Arsenal trailed carefully and meaningfully. Noting the fear and who could blame her. Shooting a eye and there from the darkened corners of the street. He couldn't say he wasn't a little nervous on some level, he just had to suck it up like always. Assuring, he was fine. After the countless times he had been shot, this was just another lump added to his list. Not that it was truly ever fun to be pretty much punched in the face, but this kind of crap came with the job. As he motioned simply light, playful looks to assure Summer, thats all they were. Scratched. Despite knowing it probably really wasn't. At his hand alone, he knew the feel of blood. Before gazing more pointedly in her eyes, not to worry and with the subtle hint of doubt. If you could call it that. As his eyes for a moment looked to the side, that he didn't do all that he could of or not as could. He shouldn't have allowed even a finger lay on Summer… Lightly jesting he didn't like hospitals, which wasn't exactly a lie, he'd rather be in other places, but mostly when he was Arsenal and they're desire to strip you in those robes. It couldn't do well for his identity cover. Surely someone gonna recognise him if not his behind. Yeah, he could say he wanted them that up, close and personal. With just a brief subtle wink. Not that it could completely setting her fears...

"I'm not sure, but whatever it is. We can be assured it's not friendly… Shhh, I won't let any harm come to you. You can believe in that… I'm gonna have to… But, its not safe to leave you… Just stay close to me… Please!"

What was it? Arsenal wasn't remotely sure. Despite looking somewhat human, it didn't feel human and humans just don't disappear and have such force. Such strength. It was almost like a being with hardly any lights on, just need to harm… To kill, but Arsenal kept his words though true, he kept them simple. He needn't scare Summer anymore than she is and as she buried herself in his chest, he did not stop her and properly embraced her to himself, despite any ache, it was worth it. Feeling her clinging to him, held her tighter as the screams came. Loud. Full of terror and gurgling screams. Though as they came, they also stopped. For however long, maybe five minutes. Arsenal held Summer. Kept her close. Safe, but he knew he had to pull away. He needed to do the deed and see what those screams were, even though in his gut he half guessed what it meant. Particularly now that they stopped. For the shear volume and echoing, it was a few blocks down. As his eyes peered down the street behind Summer. Did what he had to do, he pulled back, but not far to welcome any more reason of fear, least not a great amount if he could help it. Even as he ran it all through his mind, he wanted to shield her from this, not drive her right back into this, but leaving her here… No, it just opened to much of a risk, when he didn't know exactly what this being was, it was best not to take that risk. Take her home, first? But leaving her alone there may just be risky. As Arsenal breathed briefly between his words, before suggesting Summer stay close beside him. Even though there was a risk still, he knew he could protect her… Pleaded with her simple, though at any protest, he'd be forced to do what Summer was comfortable with. But he did motioned to walk in that direction. Had it been a longer distance, it probably be different. So it wasn't long Arsenal approached one of the alleys down and cached the glimpse of blood. The bodies. Arsenal gasped briefly. Immediately Arsenal sheltered Summer from the view.

"You shouldn't look… You can just stay here… I'm gonna have to get closer"

Arsenal spoke warmly as he stopped them at the opening of the alley. Such a thing. Dead bodies, it was certainly not a thing wanted to see as Arsenal offered to help prevent her from having to look. Unwrapped his arm from around her, before a moment he laid calm and kind hands on either of her shoulders. Offering. Suggesting she stay here, though he wouldn't be right beside her. He could still see her. He could still protect her. As his eyes looked back. He needed to get a closer look. Darted briefly down the darkened alley, least he couldn't see signs of the Maniac, but there was no way to be sure. No way to be sure, if he could literally come at you at all angles. That was certainly an advantage. Arsenal with what courage he had, took the few steps to the bodies. Even if there was a strand of hope to check if they were a live, he already had the hunch. As he got close, he was more than proven of that. Following bloody trail, that seemingly ran in splatters against the alley's wall and floor in several directions. Shear signs of an attack, had there been any sort of a struggle. A fighting back, it didn't last long. They were no match. His masked eyes soon fell upon the two bodies. A male and a female. With their torsos ripped open, limbs and faces mutilated. They were literally torn apart. Arsenal had a strong stomach, it was unfortunate the crap he sees, but even this could make feel a little uneasy. Motioning for a closer look to see what object was close by the female body, half regretting it. A once beating heart, with a clear bite mark. Arsenal motioned for his phone. Who was he gonna call? For the shear purposes could one call this a Serial Killer in the making?

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The events of the night had instantly gone from boring to eventful in the course of an hour. Not only was she standing in the middle of the darkened city, her hair being blown by the increasing amount of taxi’s that were racing by with a masked man that she had only seen footage of, but it was all so exhilarating. The passionate but playful kissing, being held and secured by his strong arms and dangerously pursued by a mysterious figure. Despite the complete presence of danger, she felt somewhat safe in his presence. However, she couldn’t help but smoother her curiosity for now. Despite how much she wanted to peel the mask from his pretty face and expose an identity, the mystery itself was almost enough to occupy her for now. “I’ve always had a thing for a man in a mask…” She flirted back with her signature smirk.

He was beyond charming, telling her what she wanted to hear and then some. It was good to be appreciated in a way that wasn’t overly smothering and pushy. Then again, she rarely spent time with individuals outside of the studio. “Well, Mr. Arsenal, I can honestly say that I am flattered, though not particularly convinced.” She said teasingly, sending a playful wink in his direction as they retained closeness.

The attack seemed to have its toll on Summer. While she was a very convincing damsel in distress, she typically wasn’t the original target of danger, but managed to stumble her way into such events as a result of her big mouth of following actions. However, to see the look in what she imagined was that creatures eyes as it hurtled toward her was practically terrified. She allowed Arsenal to hold her closely, burring her face into his shoulder as she attempted to calm herself down. Her heart pounded so rapidly that she was positive he would be able to feel it against his own chest. Trembling against his muscular frame, she peaked up as he caressed the top of her head; she forced a shaky smile at his confidence. “Are you sure you are o-okay? Please tell me that…that thing isn’t coming back?” She asked, practically begging to be reassured.

Feeling very safe in his arms, she nodded at his words. “Okay…I will. But, what if it isn’t friendly? What if it hurts you again?” She asked, her eyes gleaming with worry and the emotion evident in her voice as well. She swallowed and clung to him and he lead her toward the alley way. Her heel stepped in something sticky, but Summer hadn’t been watching where she was going exactly. Once the designer shoe had met the substance, she looked down and gasped. Separating herself from Arsenal, the redhead reached up to cover her mouth and smothered a scream. Despite his warning, her eyes fell on the sight that he hadn’t wanted her to see. “Oh….my…” She spoke through her covered mouth, her eyes as wide as ever as it took in the scene.

As he left her, he couldn’t expect her not to follow. “No, really…I have seen worse, I am sure. I report this stuff all the time….” She admitted, following him closely, attempting to avoid stepping in blood at every possible chance. It wasn’t until she had actually arrived on the source of the blood did she need to look away for a moment. The redhead gagged at the site as she leaned toward the brick wall on the alley, still covering her mouth. Her head began to spin as she blinked rapidly in attempt to maintain her vision. “Who would do something like this?” She asked, whipping out her cellphone. “I should call the police…” She began to dial the number when a force knocked the phone from her hand, sending it skidding across the alley. The sound of glass shattering as the phone hit the pavement confirmed that her phone had been destroyed. She whirled around to see the force that had knocked the phone from her hand, her eyes growing wide with terror. While at first she had assumed it was Arsenal by mistake, she could see now that he was nowhere near her, in fact, she could barely make out his silhouette in the darkness inspecting the figures that laid covered in blood on the group. A blood curdling scream flew from the redhead’s lips as she started toward the light of the streets with a great difficulty with the excessive amount of blood and the fact she was in high-heels.


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[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

The night had certainly began to feel like it was heading into something a little bitter sweet. As the masked hero, yes this little lass was seeing all red. If it weren't for the chilly weather, she'd be catching an eye fall of his tats, but really why add to loss of balance. Arsenal smirked down to little red, so cute and sweet. She was truly quite a doll and yet he was probably the one looking like he was straight from an action figures packaging. He rose a slightly curious brow at Summers, uh, Statement, as well as caught the flirtation. He took it almost straight to heart, but he couldn't help tease just how broad of a statement that is… Though who really pulled off a mask better than he could?

"Always? Just another keychain for your collection, milady? Don't tell me you dig the Black Rubber, Summer? Batman is a little outdated, when it comes to protection… I on the other hand am a little more custom fit."

Playfully Arsenal asked, not that he was shocked, she was a reporter so. There was certainly a good chance she'd seen her fair share of masks and men in tight costumes, just part of job, right? Eyed her with a cheeky look up and down her, spying her tiny hidden pockets for more keychains. Before flashing her a dashing smile. He was the charming rebel. With steady darkened eyes, upon the pretty little head, in the darkened streets of Gotham. Perhaps she was looking to catch a glimpse of the Dark Knight… As Arsenal mindfully jested about protection. His eyes wavered and kindly coached Summer a little more within his arm. Into the fabric skin tight to his torso. Least he could say he looked less like a mascot walking down the street.

"Hmmm, Mr Arsenal. That's a first, I like it… You just might be my weapon of choice, pretty girl. Though I wonder… Are you in need of wielding?"

It rang through his mind as he walk with Summer. Eyes wandered ever so lightly and comfortably, he really couldn't pin point having Mr in front of his persona. He was annoying use to being called Boy, but Mr. It hinted at a little more, not quite hearing the sounds of bells, but get a man in the right frame of mind, he may just make them appear. Briefly… As his gloved hand helped keep her warm. Cosy. Safe. Looking to her big beautiful eyes, every time, was almost like he was captivated. Perhaps she wouldn't be to allured to the cheesiness of comparing her to a weapon. He after all took great care of his weapons and knew just how to use them… He questioned with the deepening of his voice if she needed wielding. Surely he would never put her in harms way… No no no… A weapon such as her, you cherish… In of course some manly way, he was sure he was to a degree. He lightly chuckled humorously and comfortably.

The comfort was soon of course disrupted and his weapons brought far more to the forefront. No Summer was to be hurt in the process. Least that had been Arsenal's goal. Distraction was ever this man, this beast… This monster was, from harming Summer. Without landing himself dead, because if he was dead, then Summer would have nobody to protect her. After the initial slice and dice, Arsenal aimed with the hopefully money shot, but it barely even damaged the pavement. With little more than crumbles of black ash on the pavement, the Maniac was gone, but not so easily forgotten. As the red archer regained his footing, it was long before he broke the space and pulled Summer in his embrace. Whilst mindfully cradling his sliced up torso. Which was hardly bad compared to what he's been through many many times, but he learned long ago to carry on. It also helped not looking and pull it together.

"I'm better already… Uh, there's a good chance if it does…. It turns into flubber… Or would that be worst?"

Arsenal grinned with confidence, caressed her fiery locks and then glimpsed her eyes. It never took much to regain what really was important. Doing what he was suppose to do. Save and protect others. After all, he couldn't say he was really ever that great at taking care of himself… Though he paused at her question. The tone. The look in her eyes… All begged for him to tell her that everything was going to be all right… That this thing wouldn't spring again, he just couldn't predict. Nor could really lie to her, he lightly commented to her. Though meant it, that he was gonna do everything in it his ability. Whilst perhaps make her smile again. Keep her calm.

"Don't worry, I may have my charms, but I'll die harder than Romeo…"

Arsenal statement in response to Summer's concerning words, which were indeed sweet. She was remarkably selfless, but he'd take what ever comes. In return he'd aim to hit ten times as harder. He really couldn't say he had a plan, it kinda was hard when such a thing was unknown to even him, but in most cases he fought with reflexes. The feel. He had weapons for all kinds of situation, but he could at least reassure he wasn't going to lay down that easy… Offered her a wink. Scary to think he'd been in this game since he was basically thirteen, his thirteen self, probably would be shitting himself right now, but he was mostly pulling it together. He so wanted to get her home. Get her safe, but there was so many dangers. So many unknowns… He tucked her in close as he ushered a little ahead. Towards where the screams had echoed from, before abruptly ceasing. Causing the dark street as it quickly turned into the darkened and bloodied alley, the silence fell again. Just play of nearby trickery and shadows, generally typical on a night in Gotham City…

It wasn't even a foot step in that Arsenal had suggested Summer stay out of sight, not completely out of sight, but this… This was almost out of a nightmare, as his red boots trailed the smears of red. He turned his eyes to the side momentarily at the muffled scream and sounds from Summer. He wasn't surprised, but admired her courage and her wit to muffle her screams. He nodded mindfully as she then peaked up the courage to get a little closer, but he knew as he got closer to the bodies… This wasn't so much like what she had seen before, even if it had been… It wasn't pretty. It wasn't just a bloody murder with a couple stab wounds… The bodies were literally ripped open. Still fresh, with what was left of the exposed insides. Enough to even make Arsenal turn a little and he watched horror flicks… He frowned a little in concern when she did get close enough. Her eyes catching the imprinting images. Motioned to the wall. As Arsenal looked a little more closely at the details of the bodies. Surrounding them. Apart from the half eaten heart. There was that strange wonder had this been it? Or had they merely interrupted? Was this thing just hungry? Was this thing just mad? Crazy? His gloved finger picked lightly at another small pile of black ash. Least it seemed to be the same soul, what were the chances there be more than one? As he intently looked at the two poor faces that lost their lives… Even had Arsenal sped, he couldn't have saved them…

"Something hardly human or I suppose someone superhuman, but I don't know… Feels almost supernatural… Where's Buffy when you need her?"

Not so clearly answered Summer as she asked. Arsenal all but trying to figure that out himself. He'd seen so many and faced so many baddies. Shapes. Sizes. Monster… He hardly even believed in the supernatural, then again with people with super powers flying around, was it really that far fetched… As he raised a curious brow around. Taking more care at the shadows that laid in the Alley, with not really even the reflection of the moon for vast light… Just as Arsenal contemplated needing back up, or least more pairs of eyes. Minds. Summer mentions calling the police. He wouldn't stop her. For all they know someone in the surrounding apartments would have called from the sounds of the screams, eventually the police would be here, but were they enough? After feeling that kind of strength and his weapons hardly even made a dint… He reached at his mask and scanned through his wired in line. Direct to the Scooby Gang.

"Nightwing, 187. Get here pronto… Sending coordinates…"

Came in short. Direct, Arsenal's message to Nightwing and ultimately Outsiders. 187, of course relating to murder. His voice expressed the urgency he need back up. This was more than just a murder. More than something than perhaps the police could handle. It wasn't even long through his message that he heard a commotion… The flying phone through the air and Summer's eyes startling in the near distance… The wavy puff of smoke… The air almost got cold again… Perhaps they were not alone at all… Maybe they were lured here? Just great, Arsenal hardly favoured being on someone's meal plan. Hung up his line. Shot up to his feet and eyes motioned to Summer's screams… No. No. Just at that… The dark figure stood at the entrance of the Alley. Seemingly not between him and Summer. Arsenal shot his crossbow as aimlessly as he knew it would be. Just as the Maniac smirked and evaporated again. Leaving a fine smokey trail that seemingly left the Alley… Arsenal couldn't let it go after Summer and his stupid heart now raced… He shouldn't of broken the distance. Stupid. Stupid… There was little he could do about that now, only he couldn't fuck it up now. He took to his feet at a run, whilst shot a line up to the buildings that surrounded the front of the alley. Suppose creating a shortcut, would offer up some leverage… Offer up something. As his red feet landed upon the roof. Steady and he motioned swiftly through the darkness. Towards the edge. Taking glimpse of Summer… The goon, if he could. His hand reached from his bow and swiftly to his arrows… Call this a hunch… A shot literally in the dark… Arsenal set his sights on the empty space… Steady. Steady… Then in a split second the ground was disturbed some feet behind Summer… The Maniac appeared and was shot… Two at shoulder. One at his leg, a couple missed, but they did hit him… It was something, catching the droplets of what appeared to be blood. The Maniac's eyes grew dark and centre'd on to Arsenal… Just when hope struck, the Maniac pulled out the arrows in his chest, as if they were a pin prick. Evaporated, the arrow in his leg, just fell out thin air… Just as swiftly Arsenal motioned at the corner of his eyes. The dark figure appeared from behind him. Too close of a range for Arrows, but not too close to kick this things ass. Even if it took a thousand for it to feel it. Driving a flying knee and fist. A loose, yet intended head butt… Which all mostly hit… Hit something, before there came a dark grasp at Arsenal's neck. Tightening his air flow, but not quite crushing… Before it completely let go, let go, by tossing Arsenal again in the air… Decidedly a lot higher and a lot further it seemed. Not before the red archer pulled a little something out of his arsenal to leave a little reminder. Arsenal before he knew to shoot out a line to somewhat save his fall… His body slammed into a car left parked on the street. His back completely driven through the windshield and bonnet. Broken glass and partially bent metal. He was gonna be feeling this for weeks… Seconds, after came the explosion on the roof… Here was he hoping he'd blasted the Maniac back to his grave, but his gut hardly had the hope. His head for the moment had laid back. His eyes blinked at the swirling mess, that was the world. His vision momentarily blurred, as his gloved hand motioned for the gun tucked somewhere in his pants… Just as the Maniac brought the chill and mist, some feet away motioning to the car.