[He's gotten used to blending in. It's easy enough. Hands in his pockets, shoulders sloped down, hat pulled low over his eyes. He's wearing a pair of aviators he paid for but feels guilty about - he has no real way of knowing if his currency is legal tender across universes or not. He can't help his size, but he's not walking like a soldier, either.
And someone's following him.
He's not certain of it at first. He deliberately stops at a hotdog stand, takes too long ordering, moves on as he eats the rather messy meal. He ducks into a bathroom to wash his hands, spends time studying the pets visible through the front store of a shop, and finally he cuts down an alley. The person following him is short, and small. Seems likely they're young. But kids are often used as bait, especially where muggings are concerned, and Steve is really curious who'd look at him and think he made a good mark.
So, whenever the child rolls up Steve is idly leaning against the brick wall with his glasses hooked into his shirt and when he sees who it is he actually stops short.
Because that's a face he knows. A little older, sure, but its that same kid he ran into all the way back in Haven, and the odds of that are-- several billion to one, he's guessing. All the way in Gotham? Gotham, that as he knew it was home to bats and birds and the villains galore. Gotham, and there's a child that's a little under five feet tall following him, of all people.
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And someone's following him.
He's not certain of it at first. He deliberately stops at a hotdog stand, takes too long ordering, moves on as he eats the rather messy meal. He ducks into a bathroom to wash his hands, spends time studying the pets visible through the front store of a shop, and finally he cuts down an alley. The person following him is short, and small. Seems likely they're young. But kids are often used as bait, especially where muggings are concerned, and Steve is really curious who'd look at him and think he made a good mark.
So, whenever the child rolls up Steve is idly leaning against the brick wall with his glasses hooked into his shirt and when he sees who it is he actually stops short.
Because that's a face he knows. A little older, sure, but its that same kid he ran into all the way back in Haven, and the odds of that are-- several billion to one, he's guessing. All the way in Gotham? Gotham, that as he knew it was home to bats and birds and the villains galore. Gotham, and there's a child that's a little under five feet tall following him, of all people.
His eyes narrow.]
Never got your name.