I think I'll stop telling you which son I listen to, since It's more and more random every day.
Blake was crouched atop of one of the many roofs in Vale, her eyes piercing the dark and observing her next prey carefully. Except that for now, she had to stop thinking to herself as 'Blake Belladonna' the shy bookseller that lived a simple and discreet life. Right now, as almost every night since she had discovered that she had a Semblance, she was no one. A mere shadow trying her best to reduce the quite impressive amount of crime in the night live of the city.
When you thought about it, it was almost ridiculous. She had been crawling around at night, playing superhero, all of that for half a year now, and she still couldn't find herself a name. Not that it really mattered, since in real life there was no villain explaining their plot laughing, nor superhero making a theatric entrance yelling their name. No, real life was cold, and if her shadows clone had awakened in her a will to rescue widows and orphan, it hadn't made her a reckless fighter either. She had started by learning to fight with self-defense and other fighting classes, before even thinking about wearing a mask to do justice herself.
She was here in her thoughts when a wall of the warehouse she had successfully infiltrated literally exploded in a burst of golden flames, a strong silhouette slowly appearing in the inferno.
"Who the fuck are you?!" a voice raised from one of the 'employees' verbalizing what was probably everyone's thoughts in the room, Blake included.
"I am your doom," the silhouette yelled, getting out of the flames to punch the nearest guy straight in the guts.
Blake couldn't help but slap herself, forgetting where she was and how silent she was supposed to be. The newcomer was the perfect cliché of a comics fan trying to imitate a superhero: she was wearing nothing but a black eye mask to conceal her identity, blatantly annunciating herself and losing all surprise effect… Sighing, Blake decided that if she wanted that woman to survive this night, she had to intervene. She let herself fall from her upright hiding post, rapidly eliminating the guard that was too close in her taste. She automatically checked that her landing hadn't disturbed her kitsune mask and cloak, before zigzagging from one shadow to the other, leaving a trail of death behind her.
She had no remorse killing those men, since she had seen them do far worse in the few nights that she had spent spying on them. Her only care right now was to get that woman out of trouble before she could get seriously injured.
And she was very surprise to find that the woman in question didn't need her help at all, punching around and sending her enemies fly seemingly without the slightest effort. Still mostly hidden in the dark, she had the opportunity to finally take a closer look at the stranger. She noted three things: first, she was very muscular and seemingly familiar with fist-fighting, explaining how she could handle such situation as if it was her everyday life. Second, her eyes were flaming red, despite the fact that she seemed to enjoy herself immensely. Third, her golden mane was literally burning resulting in a quite important confusion into Blake's mind as to know why and how this was possible.
"Thanks for taking care of the other" the blondie suddenly said, having stunned the last of her enemies. "But you could have avoided killing them."
Blake hesitated about half a second before suspiciously extricating herself from the shadows – maniacally checking if her mask was still perfectly in place.
"Not the talking type, huh?" the blondie added, shrugging. "We better start talking if we're gonna protect this city alongside."
"I never asked for a partner," Blake said trying her best to mask her way too frail bookworm voice.
"You'll get one anyway. My little nickname's Blaze by the way, what's yours?" the not-so-blondie anymore added.
Which added to Blake's confusion, since she was seeing the other's eyes morph from ruby red to a smooth lavender, and more than that, her flaming mane was slowly extinguishing and loosing its color to get back to a more ash-blonde color. Not to mention that now she needed a name.
"Still not talking? Fine. Don't complain if I start calling you Cloak," the other shrugged, before waving. "I think I'll head home. See you around a burglary sometimes?"
Flabbergasted, it took Blake a few seconds to get her mind back to reality and to flee toward her own home. She was still a bit mixed up in her feelings about this encounter… but somehow it reassured her. She wasn't the only one that was morphing when using her Semblance – the memory of the first time she had seen the cat ears wasn't enough to make her cringe now that she knew it could be a side-effect. Also, she had to admit that she was happy to have another hero to help her defend this part of the city. The fiery woman had made quite an impression on her, that was one thing she couldn't deny.
Brain! Brain come back here I need you! Stop playing around cocaine and weird Zelda theories!
Just kidding, never touched any cocaine. But I'm still wondering how by reading 'Night' I came to think of Catwoman and Miraculous Ladybug at the same time. I kinda like the idea of semblance morphing you though… And one more AU I can add to the pile of 'development needed'.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed the read and I'll see you tomorrow!