conner wasn’t exactly supposed to be here. technically, he was only meant to fly patrol across the city’s east side — quiet neighborhood, low crime rate, nothing more than the occasional car alarm or a bird with a grudge. but technically was never really his thing, and something about today had him feeling... off. restless. so instead of heading home after his sweep, he touched down near the old clocktower. the place wasn’t abandoned, not really — just forgotten. a few pigeons claimed it as their turf, and now, apparently, so had someone else.
he hadn’t meant to intrude. really. but when he heard the faint sound of movement inside — the scrape of boots on stone, the soft hum of a voice or maybe music — curiosity got the better of him. not everyone wandered into half-collapsing buildings like they owned the place. he stepped through the archway with a soft thud of boots, red cape catching a stray breeze as his shadow stretched long across the dusty floor.
“hey,” he called out, voice casual but alert. “didn’t think anyone else came up here.” his brow lifted slightly as he caught sight of her — whoever she was. he leaned on the edge of the doorway, arms folding loose over his chest. the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth wasn’t arrogant, just... amused. “you hiding from something, or just like the view?”
