Hey Bud | Caspian and Watcher
The night was an eerie sort of quiet, as if all sound had been sucked away. The usual hustle and bustle of the city was silenced by a cloudy sky and a chill in the air. No music, no sirens, no nothing. Caspian leaned his weight against his motorcycle and stared pensively at the sky for a long while, listening to himself breath in and out steadily. He had completed his patrol for the night with little to no mishaps, since there seemed to be less criminals perusing the streets than normal. Though he couldn’t put his anxious mind at ease, his heart beat in his ears and his thoughts raced. A part of him was screaming that something, he didn’t know what, but something was wrong.
He slid onto the bike’s seat and leaned against the handle bars trying to will himself to ride on or go home instead of freezing up with fear. After a while he pushed off the bars and threw his head back letting out quiet sigh, “Okay.” He whispered to himself before kicking up the kickstand and revving the engine. A warning that Caspian was on the lookout for someone, anyone, who decided they were above the law.
The sound of Caspian’s motorcycle flying down the streets of Newhaven dispelled the strange silence that once blanketed the city. The bright blue beams of it’s headlights shone through alleyways revealing nothing, upon nothing. He had begun to think that there had been no real reason to worry, a vigilante wasn’t needed tonight. Or so he thought, until the beams of the bike bounced off the backs of a group of nasty looking thugs. He had been about to let them off with a warning and a simple demand of ‘disperse’ until his gaze focused on a smaller individual in the middle of the criminal’s circle. He locked his jaw and growled, an instinct to protect overcoming him. He revved the motorcycle’s engine once, twice, three times, each sounding like a lion’s roar until half the eyes were on him. “Now now, twelve against one, that’s not very fair now is it? Why don’t you let me join so we can have a really fun fight, pals.” He spat.
Jumping off his bike he spread his arms out and let the water from the surrounding pipes wrap around his hands. With a flick of his wrists the water shot outwards in thin beams mimicking whips, he flung one at the nearest thug and it collided with the man’s skin with a loud smack. He flung the other towards another criminal’s legs but overshot and the beam only wrapped around one. The thug yanked his leg backwards hard and Caspian was pulled into the middle of the circle, he bumped into the other individual but quickly moved to steady them both. And now that he got a better look at this person, were they…were they also a vigilante?
When he'd picked up a tip that the ring of thieves he'd taken out with Pitch all reported to the same person for other jobs, he should have just called him in. But with everything that had been going on and the fact that Bo$$ was probably involved, Watcher figured it wouldn't hurt to do a little recon beforehand. It was just supposed to be a simple stakeout, case the building and poke around for weak points in the security.
Of course, nothing related to this case had been particularly easy since that first night. So when he accidentally ran into a pair of armed mean patrolling the block, the universe decided to give them easy access to reinforcements. He'd managed to block a couple of the heavy blows thanks to his new training, but with nearly a dozen of them surrounding him and more stepping forward, he'd be lucky to get out of this one alive.
He'd taken a knock to the ear just before the unexpected guest arrived. The ringing in his ears covered the noise of the motorcycle, but the beam of light streaming through the gaps in the circle was hard to miss. As each man turned away, hope rose up in his chest. Few vigilantes used vehicles, and he'd seen enough of Caspian in action to know this group was in for a rough time no matter how many of them there were. Seeing water fly through the space between them never got old, just as impressive in real life as it was in the videos that spread across Newhaven's social media like wildfire.
Now that he wasn't on his own, Watcher was in his realm. Close quarters always went better for him than anything that required distance attacks. When Caspian got pulled into him, the pair almost went down, and it took all of Watcher's reflexes to recognize that this was an ally and not rabbit-punch him in the face. He couldn't help but chuckle at the hesitant greeting before focusing on the fight at hand. "I'm Watcher. Welcome to the party," he grinned before slugging one of his attackers. It was time to start the dance back up, but he had a new partner and the adrenaline was starting to build as he whirled from blow to blow. Keeping track of Caspian in the middle of it all as a touchstone shouldn't be too difficult, the man was a beacon of energy, it was one of the reasons people were drawn to him.
