He sat on the edge of the tallest skyscraper in all of Miracle City, the chaos of bustling streets below him giving him an ambiance of surprising calm as he stared at the stars in wait. It was Tuesday night, the night they usually meet to just sit and chat and feel like two normal people for once in lives full of chaos and madness. He was unsure if the other would show, a fight earlier was a brutal one with the supposedly 'neutral' El Tigre, and had taken a lot out of his skeletal friend. He held promises close, however, and so there he was in wait for the great grandson of gods to show.
The stars were beautiful, hanging in their stillness but twinkling as if trying to speak. He smiled as he watched them and the clouds that drifted by. It was nights like this that reminded him why he was in this world. A world that was so cruel to him and others, but still gave a secret beauty that he could admire with ease.
"All the screams below you and you do not even look." A voice rang up, the crunching of the skyscrapers gravel reaching up to his ears, telling him of his friend coming to his side.
" It is all just noise." He said with a smile, looking up at the figure now beside him. Django of the Dead nodded as he smirked down at him.
"Room for one here, then, Diego?" The skeleton asked, though he was already moving to sit.
Diego Chipotle Jr. looked back over the city, folding his robotic arm into his lap as he observed the streets he could see from their vantage point. " I take it the fight you had with a certain cat earlier didn't leave you bruised too much, then?"
"El Tigre can only dream of taking me down, Peps. Besides, even if he destroyed my guitar I would still try to make it here."
"Lucky me that you care so much, Skelly." Diego smirked, looking to the avenue just below them, screaming citizens running away from the near-by bank told him all he needed to know. "Should we worry about finding a place that will not have heros swarming in the next couple of minutes?"
"Naahh. It just looks like it is El Oso, so I doubt any of the goodies will look around for other villains. Even then, we have seen how little foot traffic the top of this scraper gets." Django leaned back, looking over the city scape as Diego continued to eye the commotion. He magnified his vision on the street below, getting a better look at the police blockade that had formed, and the aforementioned villain standing at the top of the bank's stairs.
"You would think he would be better at this after all these years." Diego scoffed, watching as El Oso charged down the stairs at the police that surrounded him.
" You would think the police would start carrying bear spray just for him." Django looked in the direction of the fight, " Give me a play by play, would ya'?"
"El Oso just charged at the police, who are firing taser shots at him. Most of them are missing, but the ones that are hitting are not doing a whole lot…" Diego sighed, " And the police chief wonders why they have to rely on superheroes all the time. When was the last time the police actually took a villian down on their own?"
" Didn't they recently take down that evil doll thing that was summoned from the deepest pits of hell?"
" Nnnno, I think Cosmic Cleopatra just turned it into ash by giving it a glance- Oh! Speaking of needing hero help, guess who just arrived?"
"White Pantera?"
" Eeyup, followed by El Tigre. They just spun El Oso around and El Tigre now has him in his weird chain arm...things… Man, what I wouldn't give to figure out how those work."
"Magic, probably. He cut his hand off once in front of me, but has it back in perfect order now."
"Well, that is pretty much that. El Oso is now being led away to a jail cell that will crumble by next week."
"Jeez, I keep telling you Peps, if you started up your villianly stuff again you would be able to take down these heros and be on top in no time!" Django reached back to his guitar, starting to pluck idly at it as Diego gave a hum, looking back to the stars. He wasn't about to comment on that. He knew he could take the city for his own if he wanted. Years of observing, planning, and learning more about who, and what, he was told as much. But the desire for such position and power no longer fueled him.
" I've been working on your request by the way." Diego looked over to the skeletal man next to him, " I think I am close to cracking a formula, but I need to do a few more tests before I am confident enough that it will not harm you, or worse leave you in a form you do not want."
Django stopped plucking, returning the gaze to his friend's eyes before giving a smirk.
"Rather timely, Peps. Think you can finish it before next month?"
"I'll do you one better," Diego swung his legs around, standing up and smiling down at the skeleton, " I'll have your human form by next week."