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Running across the rooftops in the middle of the night, listening for trouble in dark alleys and forgotten warehouses, he jumps from one roof to another one, rolling to break the fall, but not slowing down. Trying his best to lose his pursuer. He senses a ‘threat’ coming before he hears or sees it; jumping to the side he barely avoids the scarf of the seasoned pro-hero. Taking a sharp turn onto another roof in hopes of furthering the distance between them, but it doesn’t help this time as his pursuer probably saw that move coming. So he is now caught in the scarf, trying to no avail to escape, the more he struggles the harder it squeezes. Not enough to harm him, but enough to know that he should give up so he won’t be hurt more.
“So, Bunny” the hero drawls, “Care to explain why you thought it was necessary to be an absolute menace once again? And do the job of pros?” He looks at the vigilante he has in his scarf, taking in the height and posture. Even if he should turn in the vigilante to the police, there is something that stops him, some part of his mind that tells him a few important things. One, that he should, in theory, know who this person is in real life, should know their name and their family. And two, that this vigilante is a minor, a child, and not someone who is even close to becoming an adult. Someone too young to be out on the streets.
“Not really no. I just wanted to see what would happen if I gave Sansa, kitty cat officer, some catnip. Don’t see how that makes me a menace?” Bunny says with a shit-eating grin. Not that the hero can see it, he does have a mask on, covering everything but his eyes.
He wears a pair of sturdy steel toe cap boots, skin-tight yet tear resistant leggings, a dark green hoodie that has ears on top, and a mask covering most of his face. The ears on the hoodie are made to pick up on noises a normal person’s ears can’t hear, and sends it straight to the vigilante’s earpiece. The whole ensemble is dark green. Under the hoodie is a utility belt with a first-aid kit, some snack bars, a burner phone, and a whole heap of zip-ties for apprehended criminals.
“Kid-”
“Not a kid!”
“Uhuh… So, kid. Does your parents know you’re out? It’s not safe out here, and I can’t let you continue this. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You’ll die if you continue to play hero on the street. From your height I can guess you’re between 11 or 13 years old, and that’s way too young for someone to play hero. Wait a few more years, train using legal methods, and then apply to a hero school.” He looks into the eyes of the young troublemaker, making sure that he drives his point home. He doesn’t want to see someone so young, who has so much potential, end up dying in an alleyway because they bit off more than they could chew.
“Ok, to answer your questions in order, mister Eraserhead, sir.” Of course the problem child still needs to be a sassy little brat, “My parents know I am out, and makes sure I know what I’m doing and that I don’t bite of more than I can handle. I will not die, I’ve done this for two years and I know I’m effective. There is little to no harm to the criminals and villains I apprehend, no more than was necessary to get them subdued, I don’t do property damage, and I make sure to guide and/or follow the victims home in case the police or pro-heroes on the scene have their hands full.” Bunny has relaxed in the hold of the scarf, making it look like he has dropped their guard, in hopes that the hero will subconsciously do so too, “You can continue to guess my age, I won’t tell you shit. Nor if I plan to apply to a hero school, in the case that I am not too old already, or already going to one, you will find out later. Either I tell you when we meet on patrol again, or you will find out when you see me in a school.”
Unfortunately, the plan to make Eraserhead relax his hold on the scarf, thus relaxing his hold on Bunny, does not work at all. He just continues to stare at this sassy little vigilante, questioning his life choices and hoping that this will be the last night he sees him out. Still, he knows that he will see him again soon enough, it seems impossible to keep him off the streets. And unfortunately, Bunny is correct about how successful he is in apprehending criminals; it puts most pro heroes to shame.
“I know I can’t keep you off the streets Bunny, but I also know that you are young. Even if you have a voice changer, the way you talk tells me you are younger than you try to portray yourself as. So I have a proposition for you. Let me add my contact to your phone, that way you can call me if you are ever stuck in a bind, or to hurt to move. I’ll come to your aid.” The vigilante perks up at the offer, seeming to consider it a possibly good idea, hopefully, “But in return, I want you to tell me whenever you get home so I know you are safe. That way, even if I haven’t seen you on patrol, I will know you are still alive and kicking.”
After that proclamation, he puts Bunny down on the roof and retreats the scarf to lie on his shoulders. The vigilante look thoroughly confused for a few seconds, before he drops and gets into a fighting stance, ready to pounce or run at any sign of deceit or danger. He searches the hero’s eyes for any sort of lie, anything that makes this offer something that will bite him later. Finding no such thing, he straightens, still on guard, but not ready to bolt anymore.
“So… Is this some logical ruse to be able to find me through my phone?”
“Nope, I just want to make sure you survive out here.” The hero relaxes his posture, thus making the vigilante lower his guard even more. Eraserhead doesn’t want to attack or turn in Bunny, for now, so he will make sure he gains his trust instead.
“Okay… And even if you had tried that you wouldn’t be able to, as I’ve made my phone untraceable. But sure, you are a good hero, and you seem trustworthy, so I will take a leap of faith and let you have some of my trust for now. Please don’t abuse that.” Bunny then takes out his phone, opens the contacts and gives it to the hero, he gets it back soon after and looks at it before he puts it away. “‘Shouta Aizawa’?” He raises an eyebrow, both to himself and to the hero. For some reason the name is strangely familiar.
“My real name, I trust you to not sell me out Bunny, it’s also meant as a show of my gratitude that you let me have some of your trust. It’s only fair that I give the same amount of trust back don’t you think?” He looks down at the vigilante with a slightly fond look in his eyes, but it’s gone fast again. “Let’s make a deal.”
“Another one?”
“Oh hush you, yes another one” He huffs a small breath that could be counted as a laugh, “We’ll meet on this roof once each week to check in on each other, making sure the other is alive and well. I can bring you a midnight snack and get to know you, you just bring yourself and can get to know me.” He takes his hand out of his pocket and hold it forward, “Sounds like a good deal?”
“Sure old man, I’ll see you for our date next week. Bye!” Bunny turns around and runs away, making sure he isn’t followed. When he is a good distance away from Eraserhead he makes his way home to relax and send a message to him to let him know he’s home safe.
*unknown number* set their name to ‘Bunny Boi’
Bunny set the chat name to ‘Rooftop Insomniacs’
Bunny set ‘Shouta Aizawa’ to ‘Begone Quirk’
Bunny Boi: ‘I’m home, Eraser, see you later’
Begone Quirk: ‘Good, also why is my name this?’
Bunny Boi: ‘But is it wrong tho? No I don’t think so, you’re keeping it’