En Pointe
a JL drabble
by Merlin Missy
Copyright 2005

By request from 4LuvOfBat, during the Katrina Chat

The night is dark and rich with stars. From rooftop to rooftop, she chases him. His cape, dusky as the shadows, is far more suited to this work than her bold red and blue and gold. Still, he allows her to come.

Drug dealers, rapists, worse, all crumple beneath his well-placed blows, and hers. Together they sweep through his city, bringing justice to its frightened streets and alleyways. She learns his grim methods, teaches him her graceful ones, all through the humid, wee hours.

She does not ask why he invited her. He did owe her a dance, after all.