After realizing he had lost Argent, Switchblade decided to take a rest, but it occurred to him, he had nowhere to go. He walked around for about an hour until found a library with a long shading roof.
"I guess I'll call this home." He said to himself, a little disappointed.
It was only three in the morning, long before his next meeting with Argent. The visual image of him kissing her played through his head over and over like the favorite part of his own movie, even though it was just on her cheek, he could still feel the tingling sensation on his lips. What he wouldn't give to feel that feeling again? No doubt he would try to smooth talk her again. It was funny how he could act confident and forward like he does while wearing his dark uniform. But if he took off that mask, all of that tough-guy, cocky BS would just fade away. He had no idea what to do. Leave on the mask, and continue this never-ending chase in faint hopes she'll fall for him. Or show her the real person he was, and hope she'll fall for Jeff Sydal and not Switchblade. He just sat there stewing in his own thoughts, talking to himself in his head, in the format of a journal.
I always thought I was a little insane, but today I'm not sure anymore. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure of anything anymore. I know my problems take root from my days in the Hero's Academy, I know this because that is when I started to think of myself as a freak. I don't know what made them judge me so harshly, this just wasn't hazing. They genuinely HATED me. I hadn't done anything wrong, I tried take a safe harbor in fiends and family. But real friends were hard to come by, and it was my family who dumped me there in the first place, I digress. Maybe I was an outcast because of my mindset. Most of the top students were just that, the top students. That's all they cared about, being number one. I wanted something different, I wanted a real career to fall back on, maybe a family or something like that. That would be nice, I always pictured myself with a wife and kids someday. I always pictured what my wife would look like, what she would be like. Someone like….Argent.
"Breakthrough" Switchblade quietly said to himself, smiling.
He deserted the lonely setting of the abandoned library and walked back to the Bay Bridge. It was six in the morning, just in time to catch that beautiful sunset. He set directly on the ledge staring once again at the ocean, and ironically Titan's Tower where Argent was at. I didn't matter to him though, he would see her soon enough.
Argent walked into the massive structure of Titan's Tower. Still wondering to herself, "Who is he?" and "What is he doing here?" She distracted herself from these questions by admiring the craftsmanship of the overly impressive building as she made he way to the elevator. The only way to the elevator was through the garage, which was laden with gadgets and inventions the Titans worked on in their spare time. Half of which were so unorthodox she couldn't even tell what they were. Argent stepped into the ominously grey elevator and pressed the fortieth button, sending her up slowly but surely. She could she lights shining through the cracks of the doors as she passed each level until they opened to reveal the main room that held the twenty foot long couch, and the biggest bay window she had ever seen. She stepped up to the window to see the ocean which was reflecting the newly risen sun onto her pale skin, the Bay Bridge, as well as the magnificent Jump City skyline. But there was something in particular she noticed about the Bay Bridge, a small black dot on the very top, it puzzled Argent so she fetched some binoculars she found in Robin's nightstand. She peered though the spectacles to reveal none other than Switchblade gazing out into the vast body of water, causing her to smile involuntary. To her own surprise, she actually felt some feelings for the masked villain, Argent quickly dismissed it and laid down to take a nap as she had had a long night of chasing that same guy. As the heroine laid on the couch to rest, she could feel a small hole in her heart, … a void that only seemed to be filled when she was around Switchblade.
Authors note: Well this took A LOT of revising, but I think I got it. I got a couple of comments asking me to open up the mind of Switchblade a little more, and add Argent's POV, so there you go. Also I was asked to make the chapters longer, so I did…. By about 100 words, sorry. I'll make it a little longer as I go on and I plan to make a lot more chapters so I hope that satisfies you guys for now!
-A.J Penn