He certainly wasn’t going to say NO to the chance to spend more time getting to know Laurie, and she was right, the thieves looked as though they’d be at their crime for a while longer. And so, even though it went against his every instinct as a crime fighter – he was already off the beaten path by deciding to let them FINISH committing the crime, in order to nip their operation in the bud, rather than simply stop this one egregious act – Nite Owl lowered himself down to sit on the curb, grateful both for his mask and the shadows that concealed the rest of him. He didn’t dare let the Silk Spectre see how unsure he was about his own plan.
Still, she might, even in the dark, have seen his white teeth gleaming as his lips parted into a grin. ❝ Blake DOES like to get under Veidt’s skin. I think he’s made it his personal mission to take the world’s smartest man down a peg. I’m not sure it’s working though. When you’ve got an ego the size of Adrian’s, it takes more than a Comedian to deflate it. ❞ A bit of light laughter, and then he added, ❝ I haven’t been to a lot of these either. For a long time, it was just me and Rorschach. Hollis was the one who suggested it might be … healthy … for me to branch out and meet other Masks. ❞ Daniel frowned, adjusting his cape slightly. ❝ Rorschach can be a little intense. ❞
❝ Hold on, ❞ he murmured at last, quickly getting to his feet. ❝ Look! They’re closing up the truck! ❞ And indeed, the thieves had slammed down and locked the door to the truck’s trailer, and the driver had started the engine as the others filed into the passenger seats. ❝ Come on! ❞ And he took her hand and led her, NOT in the direction of the truck that had just begun to pull away from the complex of townhouses, but AWAY from it, to where he’d hidden …
A black ship, with two bulging round windows on the front, designed to resemble an owl’s eyes. ❝ Laurie, meet Archie, ❞ he announced, giving her another crooked smile. ❝ You didn’t think we were going to follow them on FOOT, did you? ❞
leaping to her feet at the realization that the thieves had finished their work, brown eyes widened, and a gasp slipped past her lips when daniel grabbed her hand — a little bit tighter than strictly needed, if you’d asked her — and began pulling her away from the direction in which the truck had just began going. ❝ dan, what are you ... they’re going the other way !! we’ll never catch them if you start sta —— oh ... oh, wow. ❞ holding a hand against her mouth, laurie gazed up in awe at the ship, which was unlike anything else she’d ever seen ... and not only due to it’s distinct owl shape. ❝ I mean ... I did, but ... this is so much better. ❞ following him up the ladder, until her head poked through the circular entrance to the ship, the silk spectre couldn’t help but smile. ❝ you really put a lot of work and dedication into this owl theme, huh? not that I’m putting it down, this is amazing, dan. ❞
and it could really fly! —— standing at daniel’s side, while he flew the ship ( archie? he’d called it archie, hadn’t he? ) through the air, laurie imagined she could see the whole of MANHATTAN, from the very highest building, to the smallest park bench. it was difficult, if she were being honest, to keep her attention on the truck of thieves that was moving expertly through the streets below ; but she did.
❝ it looks like they’re heading into the financial district ... ❞ she murmured, brows furrowed at the sight. ❝ I’ll be the first to admit, they’re really well organized for a bunch of thieves, but — wall street organized? don’t they steal enough from people during their day jobs? hold on, wait a moment ... they’re stopping! over there, by liberty street! ❞
waiting until he’d lowered the ship to the ground, the brunette carefully slipped out onto the concrete below them, a soft tapping noise echoing through the night as she walked out of the alley way, eyes narrowed in an attempt to see just what the group of thieves were doing now. ❝ they’re going down into the car park, dan ... ❞ biting down on her lip, she shot him a look that said they’d BETTER HURRY, ❝ ... that gate closes automatically, after the car goes through ... come on, we have to make it in with the truck !! ❞ it was her turn, now, to grab tight to the nite owl’s hand, bursting out into a sprint across the empty street — careful, the entire time, so that they could avoid being spotted in the car’s rear view mirror. ❝ quietly ... over here! ❞ she hissed, flattening her body against the truck’s blind spot ... and creeping along as it rolled past the security gate, and into the parking.
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