“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
― Emery Allen
Prince of Serendipity
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I. They spend a good deal of the afternoon trudging through the dingiest parts of Gotham, beating down the lowliest of the low and the most flea-ridden of the rats with all the intent and purpose of muckrakers.
By the time the sun has given up on diminishing the shadows of the mess (of a city), clouds have appeared in the sky like grumbling gray splotches splitting the consistency of a blue canvas. With sunlight scarce and an increasingly fierce amount of twelve o' clock rain, the pair tramp back towards a familiar rooftop, covered in mud, scrapes, and blood that isn't theirs.
II. She looks oddly in place with the unflattering shades of Gotham behind her, violet hair be damned. So of course, he kisses her. It's only logical.
His arms wrap around her shoulders and the incli
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