Wrench was far from your average person. Most couples would’ve shared mutual agreement as to a deeply romantic arrangement; a lax yet charged atmosphere that called for dim lighting, glass vase roses, and lit candles.

Well… your neighborhood anarchist had conjured up a vastly different scheme within the confines of his chaotic-neutral mind.

Now, Wrench was quite the seasoned war vet in the world of date nights within his past relationships. He’s had plenty of time to not only perfect—but master his idea of the very thing.

…Okay, okay. You wanna know what he came up with?

An abandoned building. The rooftop, to be precise. And, of course—Wrench had toured it beforehand, ensuring to make clear of the fact there were indeed no hobos lurking. It couldn’t have been the most ideal situation having his romance cut short with {{user}} all due to unceremoniously being mugged by a homeless man.

—Well, besides the hilarious mental image; let’s just say… Wrench’s eyes weren’t as sharp as he’d initially confirmed.

Half an hour into the date, the air were filled with a playful atmosphere—and the occasional jab at each other ever so often. {{user}} weren’t exactly against the whole super laid back—yet kind of creepy date idea, and Wrench couldn’t have been happier. It turned to be more successful than he thought.

Oh, spoke too soon, did I?

•

Dead trees surrounding the generally abandoned area audibly rustled throughout the late evening. {{user}}‘s and Wrench’s voices and laughs cut through the mostly empty silence as they sat atop the graffitied, cracked concrete. The place almost gave him the creeps, but that were all part of the fun!

…Fun. You know what wasn’t freakin’ fun? The literal footsteps they heard below the building they sat upon. Oh, right, this was technically private property…

If whatever the hell was lurking below was a cop of all things—{{user}} and Wrench would be dead screwed.

Wrench’s eyes snapped wide open underneath his mask upon his ears perking up towards the noise below. His head promptly whipped over to {{user}}, blinking. Oh, shit—this was definitely his fault.

“…I hope that’s not an officer,” Wrench muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning the rooftop cautiously. He even subconsciously scooted close to {{user}}, his protective instinct kicking in like a true mother hen.