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Post by Michael Smith on Apr 30, 2013 16:49:09 GMT -5
Standing on the roof, looking down at the street, Michael smiled softly. He couldn't stop himself. The sky was dark, the lights of the city had slowly come to life over the past half an hour and no one was coming up here. It was the Narrows. It wasn't somewhere most people came... Not that Michael minded. He liked it alone. He liked watching all the ants running around their king's kingdom. It was fun. All those ants... People like him - him and Joker - were the foot. The huge foot that could crush them all... That kind of power was almost addicting...
Almost.
His gaze flicked to another person as he watched, his long black coat flicking in the breeze, his hands jammed into his pockets as his dark gaze passed over those on the ground. He grinned softly as he saw a police car racing down a street with the lights going. He could only wonder what it was about. It certainly wasn't anything to do with him... No. No. He wouldn't attract attention like that. It was probably Joker or Bane or... Any of the other villains and criminals in this city. It was crime central and how Michael loved it. So many others, no one paid attention to assassinations... Especially when they didn't look like assassinations...
Standing on the roof - on top of the world - and looking down at the street, Michael sighed softly. He couldn't stop himself. His smile died as he watched them all. No one was coming up here, it seemed. He didn't mind too much. He was growing bored, wanting someone to find him on his tower, but he didn't mind too much. He hadn't done anything to attract attention. He didn't tend to do that. Why would he? That was fun, yes, but not Michael's style. Too common. Too obvious. Too ordinary. No. No. Remain hidden and enjoy the show. That was much better... |
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