A Bat and a Pyro Walk Out of a Heist

[slam_poetry]

To say that she'd never really seen a criminal behave as if they didn't want to be there would be inaccurate; there were any number of thieves and even murderers who had cold feet, who thought they'd get caught, and even some who had clearly been pulled along when they didn't want to be doing anything of the like. But it was the first time she'd ever seen a single thief going about his business as if he was doing a particularly boring office job, as if the spark had gone out and he could barely stand to be doing what he was doing. It was when he glanced in one of the glass cases, clearly decided he couldn't be bothered mostly because there were a lot of things IN the case, and moved on that she made her own decision.

Within a few moments, she was on the ground, in front of him, tilting her head thoughtfully. It wasn't often she spoke in uniform, but it seemed like the time.

"You don't even want to do this. And you don't need to. Why not stop now?"

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[firebrawl]

He frowns a little the more she looks at him, and he almost breaks their hours-long silence just to ask what's on her mind, but he stands and lets her tug him to the couch she'd spent part of the night on. Looks like it's his turn to join her now, he thinks with a faint smile as he settles in.

This is new and different, but she'd been considerate enough to wait until he was finished. If she wants something from him, he doesn't mind.