avaenger:
each night they dance the same overplayed routine TO A FAMILIAR TUNE , repetitious steps so ingrained in the back of his head eric needn’t keep count to stay on beat & so it follows : eric hunts , the masked man pursues EDGING EVER SO NEAR ! closer & closer before eric inevitably slips through his fingers , vanishing without a trace. 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. his calling card ? a mangled corpse / the sole indication the other had caught his scent at all.
night in & out the script stays the same but eric isn’t so naive to think the routine won’t alter , that the steps won’t eventually shift but what does a dead man have to fear ? when it all does go to shit not even the squawk of his feathered companion can alert him before he’s half – lost his footing & when the fog lifts he’s part amused , vaguely impressed & ENTIRELY UNCONCERNED.
❛❛ ‘tis the season. ❜❜ cue a pointed glance to other’s own unconventional attire before both hands raise slowly ; a show of surrender. ❛❛ tell me ———— what happens when the mouse catches the cat ? ❜❜
They always seemed to love talking, usually thought they were pretty funny. The power of will required to find the self-restraint to not strike such monsters was unbelievable. “—Shut the hell up.” Words were strained, heavy with resentment, a dash of anger. Maybe Dick would have engaged in blows if hands weren’t raised in a sign of surrender ( —Heaven knows he wanted to— ), a sign that he’d at least respect for the time being. Rather than throwing a thoughtless punch, the opportunity was seized to grab one of the killer’s wrists and twist his arm behind his back, figuring that the man wasn’t planning on staying at his mercy for too long. His grip was tight, secure enough to surely be uncomfortable.
Dick had a lot of questions for him, probably didn’t have enough time to ask them all before things likely escalated. What’s his name? Where is he from? Why is he doing this? Did he know his victims, or was it a case of ‘wrong place at the wrong time’ for them? What about their families and loved ones? How the fuck did he always seem to know that Dick was on his tail? “You’re one sick freak, you know that? What’s your deal? Not get enough hugs as a kid?”
















