Syx nodded, chewing his lip, “The game with Wayne is just a game. What I want Harrison, is to control my city again. To fix the issues that have made this city a corrupt hell whole. There is a reason I rhyme this city’s name with atrocity. Because it is one. I’ve lived on these streets. I’ve walked in its gutters. Been the trash in them. I’ve seen the shadows that the happy citizens long to ignore. That’s fine. They can stay blind and ignorant, but that doesn’t make the issues go away. They just fester and grow worse.”
“I want the ghettos to not be hell. I want people off the street. I want poor families to be able to feed their kids. For the shop owners in my neighborhoods to not fear their safety from random violence and robberies. I want people to be able to sleep at night with out fear of hearing gun fire. For the hard drugs to be off the street. I don’t want to see bruises on the prostitutes and street workers. I don’t want to see men and women starving on the street because of what they look like, where they were born, or who they were in the past. It’s inhuman and cruel. I don’t want to see men rotting in prison for stupid crimes. Good men who will forever be branded as criminals because of one mistake. Men who have come back again and again not because they are bad men but because there is no life for them, no jobs for branded criminals, no apartments they can rent. The only life they can ever have is in a gang. I don’t want anyone to have to choose between eating and thievery,” he took a deep breath trying to calm the tide of his passionate rant.
“I am fully aware how hypocritical that sounds. I was recently asked why I wasn’t a hero. The simple answer is that heros can’t do shit. All they are is pretty figureheads that rescue people from big threats while the rot continues. The only way to control crime, is to control crime, and to fix the issues that make people turn to it in the first place,” his passion burned through him like a fire that would eat his mind. The need to fix the injustices.
He had done many horrible things over the years to facilitate his role as the shadowy Mr Blue, king pin of Metro City’s underworld. Over half his control had disappeared with the merged universes, the rest quickly falling to chaos with the new powers in the mix. What this city was now wasn’t something he recognized. Worse then he’d seen it in years. All his work in the shadows undone overnight. It made him feel half insane.
Harrison’s body instantly softened, letting go of some tension he wasn’t aware he had been holding.
Syx might not call himself a hero, but that all sounded pretty heroic to him. His hands unlock, and gently tug Syx’s head down. But not for a kiss. This time it is to nuzzle foreheads, a gesture of affection that he hopes will calm the tempest of emotions he can feel coming off the other blue man. Ever since meeting Sheldon and sharing the intimate gesture, it seemed to come more easily to him.
“I think that you are blue and brilliant and passionate. And if anyone is going to be able to save Metro City from the things my husband can’t, it would be you,” Harrison replied, utterly sincere as he rubbed their foreheads together.
Syx made a soft choking noise as their head touched, feeling like a world of tension drained out of him. The touch bringing up blurry of memories of his baby years, those first few precious days. His shoulders shook in a quite sob. After his rant he felt drained and empty and weak.
… and loved. Oh god how was it he needed this so badly?
He moved his head with Harrison’s rubbing back. He’d run out of words, but they didn’t seem to be needed right now.
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