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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/18/2008, 3:22 pm, in reply to "Quiet Move: Antipositional"
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The needle shakes, the dim light from the streetlight bouncing off of it. He looks down at his arm; dark bruises stain most of the skin, they've looked like that for as long as he can remember, which albeit isn't long as of late. Gritting his teeth he pulls the belt wrapped around his upper arm tighter with his teeth.
His mind feels fuzzy; he focuses on the needle, in the dim light it looks like if it has rusted. He steadies the needle and with little hesitation plunges it into one of the purple bruises. The fuzziness in his head immediately dissipates; he falls into the wall, his back pressing up against it. He looks out through the boarded window, the world taking on a reddish hue.
I've only been gone for a couple months and it seems like the entire city has changed. Bruce and the others must have really picked up the slack since I left. I look around the snow covered rooftop; my hands rest in the pockets of my woolen coat, the collar has been chaffing my neck since my trip to New York City.
I look up into the sky, the Bat-Signal shimmers against the clear winter night sky. I've had little rest since I left the Castle; Waller's been keeping me busy, New York, Pennsylvania, now Gotham. They told me to follow up a lead here, said that they'd recently received some information on the OMAC program that had slipped through their hands. I only know one person who could come up with information that everyone else had missed, well two but my gut tells me it’s not Bruce. A reunion with her can't come soon enough, so I really hope it’s her and not Bruce. One of these days I'm going to have to pay her back for everything, just wish I knew how.
I hear the footsteps behind me, whoever it is wearing heels. I turn around expecting Huntress, Black Canary, or another one of Oracle's operatives. Instead I see a strawberry blonde wearing a red coat. She sticks out, a stark contrast to the cold night sky.
"Melody...."
"Now Mr. Kord, I know this office is small but I think..." Her name is Gina; she's my dad's secretary and current tour guide. I carry the cardboard box between my arms, Dan said that this would be good for me, give me a chance to connect with my dad again. The box is filled with circuit boards and wires; I'm currently working on solar panels and integrating them with circuitry and programming, so far I've managed to blow up three prototypes. I've got a good feeling about the fourth.
"Any questions?" She asks pushing the glasses up on her round face. I look around the office and realize that it's just a janitor's closets with a desk.
"No this will be great. Real homey." I set the box down on the table, beginning to take out pieces of my work. I don't notice Gina leave, she's always been nice to me, more then I can say for some people.
As I stare at a piece of wiring I don't notice the door open, when I look up she's stands in the door way. For a minute I swear there's and industrial strength fan and overhead light shining down on her, she has a dream like quality to her.
"I take it this isn't the way to the women's bathroom?" She stands there, in her violet pant suit. I've seen her in and out of my dad's office a couple of times. I think she works in accounting or managing, all those departments are Greek to me, never had 'father's" business sense.
"No, that would be the second janitor's closest down the hall." I joke back; my focus on the circuit board in front of me is lost. She laughs, or giggles, I can't really tell which.
"I'm Melody Case." She extends her well manicured hand out to mine, if pretty was a fragrance she would be wearing it, hell she'd be the model for it. It takes all my will to not say any of that out loud.
"Ted Kord." I shake her soft hand, my palms are sweaty. An awkward silence falls on us; I've never been good with dealing with these, my eyes dart from her down to the project in front of me.
"Nice to meet you Ted." She says quietly as she walks back into the hallway, I don't hear her words until she's already gone from the door.
"You're alive?!" Her voice squeaks in the night air, her reaction surprises me a little. The sound of her boots against the ice covered snow picks up as she runs towards me. I watch as her footing gives outs, I run to catch her grabbing her before she hits the ground. I think my back gives out as she falls into my arms but at this point I don't seem to care.
"Was there ever a question?" I smile down at her; she still looks as young as the first day we met. She even smells the same. Pretty.
"Always the joker." With each other's help we pull ourselves up. "You know I thought you were...."
"I've been told I was." I say, wondering how she ended up here, not only in Gotham but on this roof. "About what happened before, at the office, I...."
"You've always had a problem with timing Ted; just your nature." We both walks towards the edge of the roof. "Although next time you leave a girl after telling her your big secret, don't run out. She might not wait around."
"So you and Michael are...?"
"He left about the same time as you did, for a little while there I was this close to swearing off men for good." She shows me the distance with two of her fingers. It's closer then I thought and my mind wanders for a brief moment before snapping back to reality.
"Mel, I just want to...."
"Don't. They'll be time to tell me everything, at least..." She stops and looks back out at the cityscape; I can only imagine what she thinks. I want to say something but I can't find the right words, so I act out of instinct, grabbing her shoulders I pull her against me. As our lips touch, I can feel the cliché sparks flying. I'm just happy there isn't a boom box and a Peter Gabriel CD nearby. God, her lips even taste good. I can feel the heat from her body, and as the cold wind blows I decide it’s the only thing I need to feel.
She watches the scene play out in her computer monitor, he pulls her close to him; she doesn't struggle and returns his gesture.
"Merry Christmas Ted, you deserve it." She turns off the monitor, not wanting to be a voyeur. Turning around she sees the black silhouette near the apartment’s window.
"You OK?" His voice is normal and seems out of place in the costume.
"Yeah." Her response is blunt as she rolls out of her cyber-nest.
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