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Gabriel could sense the other’s powers and felt the energy he gave off. He nodded and looked at the other. “Did you want to go get something to eat?” He asked curiously, not sure who the other was, but not really too much of someone that is picky when it comes to hanging out with people. “Really?” He nodded, finding this fascinating and finally someone that was a father too. “I thought i was the only one here with a kid.” He laughed and shook his head. “I know this one is going to be a busy body. Her father is a gazillionaire and I was an emperor. So she’s going to have that drive and determination. Hopefully its for something good. What is your daughter’s name?” He asked then thought to himself. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
It isn’t every day that someone offers him to join them for lunch, but who is Axel to refuse? He smiles at the offer though because that’s something he would never turn down. “I’d love to get something to eat. I’m not picky about where we go I’ll eat anything.” The Mutant admits while pulling out his phone to pull up a photo of his daughter. She was seven years old with long blonde hair — smiling as she poses on the ice in her new skates. “Her name‘s Mila.” He can’t relate to being rich, but has enough money to get by comfortably. It took some effort to rise up out of the shadows Gotham tried to consume him with. “She’s really into ice skating and gymnastics. She recently developed some abilities ... turns out she’s a Mutant like me so that’s something we’re also dealing with.” Axel hopes that he doesn’t regret mentioning it.













