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Crossroads had been eerily quiet. Banhammer patrolled the middle level regularly. He knew what times crime rush started. Fights, theft, minor stuff. But now, it was quiet. He paused and adjusted his hammer. Slow days were nice, but they held nervousness and tension. Banhammer grunted in frustration and moved along. Maybe he had finally scared em all off. A slight smirk crept up on his lips. He couldn’t wait to eventually find the teal trio all huddled in an ally hiding from him. His gate became more loose at the thought. Finally he’d get them all and lock them up. He waved happily at passerbys, mood having been lifted. The streets seemed to be extra clean. Banhammer looked around, pleased. He approached the crosswalk, waiting for the light. It blinked a few times before a standard walking inphernal appeared. He strutted across the white lines.
“MOVE YOU BOULDER!” A thick country accent broke his daze. Banhammer froze and stared at the oncoming van barreling down the street. In a desperate effort to survive, Banhammer dove to his left. The van’s horn blared as it swerved dangerously around the warden. Banhammer winced as he heard his gear collide with the van. A string of curse words were shouted as the vehicle spun out. “Peice of junk!” The country accent returned. Banhammer sighed. Never a day of peace with them.
“I told you to get a new one.” Medkit stepped carefully out of the driver’s side. He went around and opened the sliding door, Broker falling out. He waited as Scythe hobbled out from the other side. Her arm twitching, wires exposed to the light now.
“Learn to despawn your gear!” She hissed at him. By now a small crowd had gathered around them.
Banhammer rolled his eyes underneath the blindfold. He grabbed Scythe by her mechanical arm. “Reckless driving, danger to the public, the list goes on.” He growled. Ignoring Medkit and Broker’s usual retreat into the crowd, Banhammer lifted Scythe up. She wriggled around. Her face in a permanent scowl.
“You son of a bitch!” She yelled.
Banhammer got close to her face. “What’s in the van?”
“None’ yer business!” Scythe’s teeth snapped at him in a weak effort to bite the larger demon. Banhammer turned her around slightly as she dangled. He studied how her shoulder muscles were tensed, yet she seemed unharmed.
The warden used his free hand to grab his walkie talkie. It buzzed to life when he brought it up to his mouth. “I need a clean up crew on Stoneywall street.” He clipped the small radio back to his waist and raised a brow at Scythe. “Cat got yo
ur tongue?” She remained silent and instead shot him a glare. Their usual game went on. Scythe was dragged back to the station, where she was then promptly thrown in their holding cell. She watched units of law enforcement leave to clean up her van. There was really nothing in there. She had just been running late to her reservation. Banhammer sauntered into the room. His blindfold tied around his arm. He sat down across from her, hands folded and eyes closed. After a few moments of silence he sighed loudly. “When will you ever quit?”
Scythe stiffened. She looked down at her scuffed boots. “When you quit.” She muttered. Banhammer groaned and slammed his fists on the table.
“You can’t keep doing this!” He stressed. “We-” He paused, then closed his mouth.
Scythe looked at him. Her scopes covering her once good eye. “I can’t leave them. I made a promise.”
“I know.” Banhammer stood up and walked around to where Scythe sat. He noticed how she had already shimmied out of the cuff. “I was running late too.” He gave her the smallest smile he could muster.
Scythe returned it, her fangs barely peeking through. “Shame I’m all booked today.” She stood up and strutted towards the door. Banhammer reached out to stop her, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around. Stunned, Scythe stared up at him and swallowed hard.
“Can I?” Banhammer quirked a brow to emphasize his statement. Scythe nodded quickly. Banhammer crashed his lips against hers. They fought with their mouths for a bit before settling into their familiar rhythm. Pushing and pulling, no one ever truly being dominant. It was practiced as they went back and forth. Their lips having met before this. When Banhammer leaned into it, Scythe followed. Eventually the pair pulled away, lingering feelings floating around them quietly.
“Kit’s waiting for me.” Scythe said bluntly. She looked down at her boots and exited the room. Banhammer slumped over. No matter how hard he tried, Scythe would always remain a criminal on the loose.