He's found them.
He doesn't know who they are, frankly, he does not care. But they are both wearing costumes they shouldn't be wearing and pretending to be people they shouldn't be pretending to be.
He touches down on the rooftop silent, watching the pair of them. Teenage lovebirds looking for a thrill? They picked the wrong night.
"Take off the costumes and go home." he says, his voice the sound of moving gravel.
"Now." he says darkly.
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