⇥ * blacklist
he couldn't answer why he was so suddenly drawn to the younger heroes that had popped up around the city -- perhaps cause they were easier prey, they were the mice in this big maze that he had a knack for capturing and torturing if needed. they didn't really put up the biggest of fights, and he liked that. so having received the information regarding someone he hadn't had the pleasure of running into for at least a few weeks, he jumped up at the first chance of a reunion, one that only he seemed quite fond of. adjusting the mask across his face, golden eyes staring outward in an almost supernatural glow, salem was prepared to step into gotham city for a night of all round fun (or so he liked to call it.) he'd sat perched upon the outer rim of the roof of a tall building, legs dangling over the edge as hands curled against the cold cement between his knees. with his goggles pulled across his eyes, the thermal vision gave him a clear view of what was around him, where people were, and a hint toward what they were doing. he ignored the jaywalkers, simply glancing over them as he turned to peer upwards at the taller buildings. he was looking for one thing, and one thing only. and at the glimpse of that very thing, the corners of his lips curled upwards to flash sharp teeth as he hummed out loud, "got you..." slipping from his position, landing quite neatly upon a balcony railing, he removed the whip from his left hip and swung downwards to land upon the wet alley way ground with the lightest of thumps. she was ahead, doing god knows what in the name of a dying justice, it only caused him to roll his eyes as he removed the goggles from his face, resting them atop of his head as he slunk forward, nimble fingers grasping the outer edge of her cape as he moved up behind her, "nice curtain, where'd you get it?" he tilted his head as he eyed her hoping he'd caught her by surprise, "the thrift shop?"