biblical times.

yeeyee

modern and also has nothing to do with the show as per usual cause it's all i can write.

whizzer has lived in nyc all his life. of course he hopped from apartment to apartment every so often, he knows his surroundings like the back of his hand.

"finally we are going to your house," marvin excitedly pats his lap.

"it's not that exciting," whizzer laughed, checking his phone, "fuck, we're gonna miss the train."

the men dashed off, marvin once disappearing in the wrong direction, but they made it on time.

"this is why i like having a car," marvin sighed, taking a seat.

"im surprised there are so many seats. it's our lucks day i guess," whizzer looked around the train.

"why aren't you sitting," marvin inquired.

"dunno. not used to it. prefer to stand. do you want me to sit?"

"whiz," marvin laughed, "it's not that complicated of a question. and sure, take a seat."

whizzer scooted himself in between the seats. he got himself into a squatting position, hovering above the seat, before grunting and standing back up.

"are you okay?"

"yes- fine," whizzer brushed off his pants, flattening the portion above his knee. finally he sat carefully. he contemplated crossing his legs, but decided against it.

"wow. that was a struggle," marvin laughed.

"i actually never sit on the train."

"it's not that big of a deal, though. look how many seats there are. if you're worried about like an elderly woman needing a seat then you have no worries," marvin, though having kind and wonderful thoughts and concerns, was incorrect.

"well, that too... but don't i look a mess," whizzer took out his phone and began fixing his hair with the selfie camera.

"for christ's sake, you look fine. no one's judging you," marvin put his arm behind whizzer's head. whizzer jumped forward in shock.

pointing to marvin's arm he argued, "yes, they are."

"then let them judge. your business is no one else's. our business is no one else's."

"business. mhm business! discussing lots of business as we are business men doing business-y things," whizzer rose his eyebrows high.

marvin looked down at his batman t-shirt. "gotcha."

a boring, silent subway ride later, they were in the city. not exactly the city your imagining. there was no magic or big bright lights like in times square. rather, they stepped out of the subway into a dark, foul-smelling open street.

"christ- where do you live," marvin exclaimed.

"uhh.. like 10 blocks east. sorry," whizzer put a bit of a fake pep in his step and began down the street. the couple remained silent, whizzer with a good lead on marvin.

marvin realized this and sped up to be beside whizzer. "really," whizzer whine and stomped.

"yes really," marvin chuckled.