This City Never Sleeps At Night

6 - Okay...Maybe Patrolling is a Bit More Dangerous Than Expected

He has been trapped for so long.

So long that he does not remember...

He hates to think about it.

...

How long?

Empty space. Black void. Demons whispering in his ear.

He cannot face them.

All of his fears.

He cannot yell.

He is alone.

The adrenaline was already coursing through Persephone's veins as she bounced on her toes, rocking the elevator slightly. Jack...Um, Inferno... placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her.

"Easy now, it'd be a shame if we all went plummeting to our deaths before even starting your first night of patrol!" He teased with a grin. Nik- Waterfall - laughed and shoved Inferno slightly.

"Don't be scaring her!" She implored. Persephone crossed her arms, not quite sure if the X-eyes mask conveyed her indignance very well. The stretchy binary-looking suit was smooth and cool, yet she didn't feel the cold of the wind as she stepped out of the elevator, Inferno and Waterfall a step behind her.

"So!" She said cheerfully. "What do we do first?" She was more than eager to start doing...Anything, really. She had recieved her mask and title almost a week ago and every conversation they had, she had found a way to make it about vigilante-ism. 

To say she was impatient would be a bit of an understatement, to say the least.

"Alright!" Inferno said briskly. "Usually we climb up this ladder–" They were standing in a dingy alleyway with a rickety-looking yet stable ladder a few feet to the right of them(Persephone had only noticed once Inferno had gestured at it). "-but since you have wings, we'll just meet you up there."

"Don't do anything unsafe," Waterfall warned as Persephone lifted off eagerly. She watched them appreach the ladder and then flew upwards, landing on the rooftop in a crouching position.

Upon lifting her head, she a voice in the distance. It was British...and familiar.

"-checked that area yesterday, Atomic! Can't we catch a break?" The voices were getting closer and Persephone took her hands on the ground, still staying perched on the balls of her feet. 

Seconds later, the faces(albeit masked) to the voices came into view. The speakers' voices came to an abrupt halt as they spotted Persephone, who tilted her head in a way that she hoped made her look unnerved yet curious.

It struck her. That was Icarus. Icarus the barista...And his allies. What was his name again...? It had been written in a hasty scrawl on his nametag in the café...

Tom or something. It didn't sound quite right though...Wait- Oh, right, Tommy. Tommy was Icarus. That vigilante looking right at her was Tommy.

She stood cautiously, wings flexing behind her. She doubted she could take all three of them alone and hoped they would just leave. Inferno and Waterfall were almost at the top of the ladder; she could hear Waterfall grumbling at Inferno to 'climb faster, are you a sloth or something?'

Persephone stepped hesitantly forward and the vigilante trio – who were four rooftops away – stepped back in turn. Jeez. 

As Inferno and Waterfall appeared from the ladder and moved to stand behind Persephone, the vigilantes looked more apprehensive than ever.