I don't own any of the X Men. But I take better care of them than Marvel does.
It never fails to annoy Bishop whenever I do this. He likes us to all have these predictable schedules that he can keep track of. The rest of them think I go out into town and pick up a whore or two – even Rogue. Especially Rogue, if I think about it. As usual, I let them underestimate me.
Most nights, all I do is cruise until the early hours. Maybe some street racing if I can find it. I'm perfectly suited to it. My devil's eyes mean that I can see better without the headlight on (which is slightly illegal, but don't tell anyone) and my reflexes mean that I react to what I see long before anything realises I'm there. Keeps me in practice.
The thing about reflexes, though, is that they're far closer to instinct than conscious thought. So after a while, my mind tunes out the growl of the Harley's engine and the rushing wind. After a while, it feels quieter than the night itself.
Then I can relax.
In this quiet moment I am free, I am happy.
Thanks everybody for the reviews. I'm still open for suggestions on who to write for next.