The laughter makes him scowl and he shoots her a glare, irritation obvious. “Oh, piss off. Wouldn’t be entirely surprised if I did see fucking Batman running around.” When her mask comes off he only spares her a glance, but the smile is enough for his frown to fall slightly. “Not worried about anythin’, love, I think I can handle myself. Name’s Murdoc.”
Probably best to leave out his criminal record – he hadn’t technically completed his sentence ( but it’s a wonder what you can get away with when you’re rich & famous. ) “Bit of a shit name for a vigilante. If you’re gonna wear a mask, y’ may as well go all the way, with a cool name and shit.” Eddie takes a step and he can’t help but let out a short laugh, utterly unconvinced by her words. “Yeah, no – doesn’t look it, love. Where’s your apartment?”
Her head turned to hide the roll of her eyes; it seemed all too easy to irritate this man apparently.
“Ain’t no such thing as Batman,” she replied, only to pause and incline her head just a moment. “I don’t think someone like that could make it out here, not now. Lots of weird shit goin’ on, wouldn’t recommend it for any ordinary man no matter how buff he was.” A snort at that, her head shaking as she carefully continued her unsteady gait. “Mm, nice name. Good to meet ya, though circumstances could have been better.
“Ha! That’s cause its my real name. I frequently forget an alias, though I do have one. Strix, based on the ancient myth of a large man eating owl. Feels weird to use such a name though, makes me feel like Batman and that ain’t something I want. Normally there’s no time for name exchange anyway; kill or be killed,” came her response, gloved fingers twitching slightly
Eddie then stopped walking, glancing down behind them before raising her eyes to watch the dark skies above. Her lips pressed lightly together, a shrill whistle slipping between the pucker. She kept it short, but the sound still managed a small echo despite the cramped spaces of the alleyways. Silence fell for but a second only to be interrupted soon after by the fluttering of feathers and the heavy flap of broad wings. The woman rose a closed fist, her hand acting as a spontaneous perch for the large snowy owl that dropped from above. His talons cut into her already scarred flesh, but she didn’t appear to mind at all; she merely lowered her arm and looked back at Murdoc, head nodding to the left.
“Few blocks that way, first apartment building at the far right corner.Dingy little place but its all I can afford, eh?”
