It was a beautiful, crisp autumn night on the rooftop of the bar. Both moons were bright, the stars were twinkling and the air was far more pure up here. Alys sat upon an overturned crate, drumming along the sides with a nervously fidgeting fingers. It was close to time for MM's nightly appearance and she had the night off. She had made it a point to have this night off.
When he left her apartment that morning, she knew she wouldn't be going to work later. She claimed fatigue due to anxiety and Tony bought the excuse and told her to just take a sick day with pay. Now here she was...intending to get more than five minutes alone with her masked guardian angel.

He hadn't slowed down at all since the morning, getting home and immediately going to work on fixing up anything and everything he could. When the sunset, Danny had a different routine than normal: he shaved and showered. It was an odd thing to do when he was just going to go out and get sweaty, and it wasn't as if he cared enough about his face being presentable. But he was starting to think of his nights like date nights, even if he only saw Alys for a minute.

His mind wasn't where it usually was, and he never much paid attention to the surroundings on rooftops; especially when he had never run into anything out of the ordinary on them before in these late nights. So he arrived at the bar, leaping to its rooftop from the fire escape. He kept his eyes on the street, never looking inward and paying more attention to the front door as patrons began to empty the place.

"Fancy meeting you here, stranger." Her voice was low, though no one would have heard her speaking. With a deep breath inhaled, she attempted to steady her nerves as she stood up. Those fidgeting hands smoothed over the denim of her skirt, possibly trying to make it a few inches longer than just above the knee. Whenever she was unsure of herself she always reverted back to things she had been taught as a child and teen. It was wrong to be waiting here for him dressed in such a manner, though she was still mostly modestly dressed.

Arms hugged around her midsection as if she were cold despite the jean jacket she wore. A small clearing of her throat sounded before she finally allowed herself to begin walking towards that ledge. "Are you late or am I early, Jack?"

He nearly jumped right off the roof when he heard a voice behind him; it was rare for someone to sneak up on him, although perhaps he was just more relaxed around Alys, even if he wasn't aware of her presence. In an attempt to act cool, he slowly turned toward the sound of her voice... though his wide grin certainly showed in the bright light of the moons. "Hey! Aren't you supposed to be in there?" He thumbed over his shoulder, meaning the bar but, well... "Not that I'm complaining."

He slowly walked toward her, his hands held behind himself to hide their fidgeting. "Um, it's nice to see you." He just had to say that before she answered his question, feeling like she should be aware of it right off the bat.

"Nope...told Tony that I had a case of bad nerves after the attempted robbery last night that you rescued me from. So, I have the day off..." The meaning behind those words hung in the air between them. At least it felt like it to her. She was admitting to being on the roof of her place of work on a night off. The fact that she was waiting for him had to be obvious.

"It's nice to...uh...it's good to see you as well. I sort of figured I would...probably, maybe...see you up here." Just in case it wasn't obvious, she was going to make it so. Then she let out a high pitched giggle born of the extreme nervousness she suddenly felt. It was better than smacking herself upside the head like she wanted to over saying that. At least she hadn't started to stutter...yet; give her time, though. "You look...goo...less beat up. Clothes aren't torn to shreds, I mean." Cough.

Chuckling nervously, doing from foot to foot as he listened to her. He kept his eyes on her face, remembering looking at her in the moonlight like this long ago. She still deserved to have poems written in her honor, he thought. He rubbed the back of his head, chewing on the bottom of his lip as he heard that bright sound spill from her mouth. "Thanks. I... so that's what you said to get out of that? That was smart. Um, you look good too. I like seeing you not look all tired from working. I hope you slept well? I slept really well with you. Uh, not because you were sleeping with me, but I liked that too, but..."

All throughout he knew he was rambling, his fingers picking at the tape around his hands. He just couldn't help himself, though. Of course it was obvious she was waiting for him, which likely lead to the rambling and the next thing that escaped through the mess of words. "So do you wanna do something with me right now maybe?"

Watching him fidget as much as she was actually relaxed her; she wasn't the only one experiencing the awkward jitters of being in close proximity. Rocking back on her heels, she grinned a little, "Yup, that's what I said." A slight pause. "Uhm. Thanks...I think. Do you mean I normally look all tired?" Head was tilted slightly to the side, allowing that mane of near unruly honey blonde waves to cascade over her shoulder.

Her face began to burn and all she could hope was that he didn't notice it in the moonlight. What if he had x-ray vision or something? That thought made her eyes widen visibly and she adjusted her arms and legs to cover the vital areas she wouldn't want seen. Just in case.

"Yeah, I uh...I slept okay. I think I was so worried and exhausted that I just passed out or somethin'...still feel bad that I crowded you. I mean, you were injured...what if I had injured you more or somethin'?" Her turn to ramble.

His words were a mirror to the exact reason she was here on her extremely rare night off yet she hesitated; fighting an internal battle. She had been pushing herself to move on then at some point she had stopped pushing so hard and now here she was. Standing on a rooftop with a man she hadn't even seen without a mask, not even caring about that fact. This was the moment where she would either stay stagnant in her grief over the loss of Danny or she would move forward and be able to breathe clearly again. She weighed her words before speaking. "Yes." No question of what or where...just yes.

Both arms were around his neck now and she clapped excitedly. "One flip! I promise I won't throw up!" Then they were free falling and she couldn't help but hold her breath and hold onto him with a death grip. She did manage to keep her eyes open, wanting to experience what it was like to be him in some small way. Free falling while watching the pavement race towards her was definitely a way to do that.

It seemed that they were in slow motion and then they were upright. Alys immediately clapped a hand over her mouth and leaned forward like she was about to vomit; her belly had flopped enough to make such a thing possible. Then with a feigned groan, she removed her hand and threw her head forward towards his neck. She couldn't follow through, however, as cackling laughter overcame her ability to feign seriousness. "That was almost the most exciting time of my life! I give you a 9.3...nono...9.4 because you are cute."

He recoiled as she faked the action, then stared at her through his mask. "Oh, a wise girl, huh? You're lucky I didn't drop you right on your very nice rear end for that!" And right then what she said seemed to hit him. Even with the mask, it was quite easy to read the smug look plastered all over his face. "Cute, huh? Well, I suppose I can forgive you for that stunt since you called me cute."

He still carried her even though it was clear there were no more rooftops to jump. They had ended up at the entrance of a park with the pathway winding through to a small grotto at the center. The park didn't appear to be kept up very well, with weeds and hedges growing untamed. The flowers and plants on the grotto also appeared to be dead, or at least nearing death as winter approached. "Now, I know this place doesn't seem to be much to look at, and nobody ever comes but... that's part of what I like. I'll show you, but I'll have to put you down." A slight frown crossed his lips as he said the last words, obviously quite happy to have Alys in his arms and in no hurry to release her.

Alys feigned a gasp then swatted at his shoulder. "You wouldn't dare drop me on my...oh!" The words finally sunk in. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks but forced herself not to look away. She even managed to pinch one of his cheeks when she saw that smug look.

Even though they were standing still, she still held onto him like they were leaping through the air. Looking around she shrugged. "Beauty isn't always visible at first...I think I can give it a chance so I can maybe see it the way you do." He wasn't the only one that didn't appear overjoyed at ending their current arrangement. She sighed a little and released one arm from his neck but didn't appear to be hurrying to do the same with her other one.

Looks like they met halfway, as he crouched down and set a knee to the grass as he gently placed her feet on the earth. With the bare skin of her legs so close, he was tempted to press a kiss to them, but refrained... barely. With a glance over his shoulder to her, he set one hand just on the ground in front of him. She would see his back expanding and deflating with deliberate, slow breaths.

Though the park was dimly lit, the light of both moons still provided enough light on the grotto and the surrounding area for her to see what was happening: flowers along the degraded surface of the artificial cave began to open their petals and bloom; grass that was brown and dead turned to a lush green; and sickened vines with brittle stems renewed and even started to grow. Danny remained in this position a moment longer, then stood with a zenlike smile showing on his face.

He looked over to Alys, then the grotto. One hand reached for a recently bloomed flower that was purple and seemed to almost glow underneath the moon. It was plucked and held out to her. "I don't know what type this is, but I know I like them. Hope you do too."

Her fingers brused over the top of his head, as though brushing through hair that was covered by the mask, as he placed her on the ground. She finally let go of him and took a step away. As she watched him, she pressed both hands to her face in amazement. What she was watching defied all logic; it shouldn't be able to happen. Yet it was. Then she watched him pick a flower and hold it out to her. One hand lowered to accept, fingertips brushing over the bare skin of his hand as she did so. "It's beautiful, Jack. All of it. The whole night..." It was definitely one she wasn't likely to ever forget.