"Kids. Great." (Closed with nightmareseternity)
Roman was being followed. At least, he was fairly certain he was. The winding streets of Vale, no matter how long he spent, forever looked exactly the same. It was a rare occasion he wasn't actually stealing, assaulting, committing petty crime. A day off, or rather-it was meant to be. Striding through those bustling daytime streets of inner Vale, he corners off into an alleyway, a ditch-attempt at losing them. The girl, he noted, towered above most of the public.
'How exhausting. Paparazzi, I'm used to, but kids? Oh god, why.'











