Lawrence watched the couple below him shuffling along in the snow, their laughter at a private joke was slightly drowned out by the cars driving beside them, he couldn't help wish he was home in his bed watching cheesy TV and eating Ollie's bad cooking. He smiled under his mask at the thought of Ollie, his long time best friend and roommate. The first time they ever met was the day Lawrence found him beat up out the back of a bar with his shaggy blonde hair and awkward attitude. After that night they become fast friends and Lawrence had him move in to keep him out of trouble.
What else would a Super Hero do? Chuckling to himself, he pulled his hood further over his forehead and ran the length of the buildings edge till he came to a fire escape. Leaping gracefully to the second level down, he timed his next jump and grabbed hold of the next fire escape on the building across from him. Thanking once again for his soft shoes, jumping in boots was never easy and always made more noise then necessary, at least with soft leather he was more quiet and faster. Downside, if he stood to long his toes got cold.
Getting back up onto the ledge of the building he surveyed the city below him, he loved the look of fresh snow in the street lights, it always looked mystical. It quiet tonight, which he would not complain about, he would rather have a early night then end up bruised again like he was last week. He had a run in with a couple of muggers who liked using brass knuckles and brute force, as much as Lawrence was strong and tough being ganged up on and hit does get painful. luckily he only bruises. Gathering himself up he breathed out, watching a white cloud flow out and into the night sky. He was looking forward to getting home and curling up out of this cold. stretching out his shoulders he looked once more of the city, the cars were still speeding along and a scattering of people were out braving the icy air to get to cars of buildings. It was nice just watching people living, without the fear of being mugged or attacked. He felt prideful that it was all because of him and his dedication to keeping people safe.
Grinning he stepped and kicked off the edge of the building landing slightly clumsily on the icy ledge on the building across the street. Speed, strength and agility was his main 'super' powers, but really he just felt that he was just a little more better at it so he used it for good. Though he was still getting use to it, having only really been at it for roughly two years. He didn't have a huge following but the Police respected him enough to at least class him as a helper then a hinder to their work. He honestly just liked the feeling when someone would say thank you for helping them. He got a kick out of the look gratitude they would convey and a kiss or two never went amiss. keeping his balance he slid till the next buildings edge and jumped down onto the fire escape. Getting down into the alley way he kept himself in the shadows.
A few blocks later he was stripping down and getting into a pair of jeans and shirt as fast as he could. He could feel his butt freezing off. Storing his costume in a hide-hole and making sure no one would find it or notice him, he fluffed up his short black hair, rubbed some snow on his shoulder and boots before pulling his keys out and walking into the apartment building. He really wished the building owner would fix the elevator already, he hated having to go up nine flights of stairs every day, expressively when he had the shopping for the week, nine bag to each hand was even tough for a guy like him.
Finally getting to his door he sighed a breath of relief, but before he could unlock the door, it flew open and a warm wave of air engulfed him and the hallway, Ollie stood with a half chewed redskin hanging from his mouth and a cup of tea in his hand. Lawrence jumped in fright, Ollie had a weird knack of always knowing when he got home. Smiling sheepishly he walked past him into the apartment kicking off his boots. Ollie gave him a look before handing him the tea and heading back to the kitchen.
Taking a good sip of the hot tea he sighed in bliss, Ollie always made good tea. clearing his throat he could hear the nagging tone already their in his deep voice "you know Ollie, those lollies will rot your teeth" Looking to the kitchen he saw the blonde mop of hair bobbing around making dinner. Ollie had a sweet tooth that rivaled a five year old, but no matter how many lollies and treats he ate he always had a lanky frame. Lawrence sighed thinking that he was just ignoring him, again. Sipping his tea he didn't notice the male in question sneaking up on him. Ollie let out a gurgled HIYA before hitting Lawrence in the head with a oven mitten. Lawrence jumped spilling tea on his chest. Hissing like a wet cat he quickly jumped up pulling the hot material from his skin. Turning on the laughing Blonde he felt like throwing the rest of the tea on him. Ollie just winked and walked back into the kitchen. He was such a prat. Sometimes he wanted knock his block off. Stripping off his shirt and throwing in the laundry he stopped when he heard a soft voice call from the kitchen. Ollie sounded like he was sick again, all wispy and quiet.
"You know Lawrence, if you didn't drink so much tea, you wouldn't be such a prude" Ollie stood leaning on the kitchen island with a plate of food held up for him. Scoffing he took the offering and sat down at the island. Ollie joined him after with two glasses of ginger ale. "are you getting sick again Li?" Lawrence looked at him, checking for pale or off color. Ollie just grinned and shook his head around a mouthful of potato and bacon. Lawrence smiled and nodded getting stuck into his dinner.
"wanna watch the new episode of Zombie Die?" Ollie said half an hour later as he washed the dishes. Lawrence groaned from the couch but agreed, there wasn't anything on anyway. Flipping over to the cable network he went down the list of TV shows, Ollie jumped down at the other end of the lounge, a bowl of candy popcorn already being devoured. Lawrence shook his head, pressed play and sat back, stealing small handfuls of the popcorn when ever he could. He liked moments like this, where there was nothing more then fake violence and good company.