<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/35/87/783587896ff4ea9e8a3a146fb8f5c5e4.jpg) </div><br/><hr/><strong>Character name:</strong>Arthur Curry<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday, 1st of May, 10 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Robert Kane Memorial Bridge<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>civilian attire<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong><span class="bbc_u">Open post</span><br/><strong>Warning: </strong>none<br/><hr/><br/>Arthur was walking over the Robert Kane Memorial bridge. He was holding in his hand a bottle within a kraft paper bag, concealing the brand, but leaving no doubt about what it contained.<br/>The sun had declined hours ago and cars lighting were passing on his side, crossing the bridge at high speed, offering for a few seconds the sight of a tall, large man, with long hair cascading on his shoulders, a beard, and a long coat.<br/><br/>Arthur was definitely intimidating and in this kind of setting, no one would dare bothering such a figure walking in the night.<br/><br/>Arthur Curry stopped halfway. He turned around and observed the silhouette hanging at other side of the bridge.<br/>He sighed and crossed the lines of vehicles speeding towards Gotham. He walked quickly to avoid causing any perturbation of the traffic and reached the opposite sidewalk. He took a few more steps and approached the young woman.<br/><br/><strong>"A bridge is not a high place..."</strong>he said.<br/><br/>He met her eyes. She was hanging there, ready to jump. He did not know her, and she did not recognize him. She startled after he spoke, almost falling in the deep water beneath the bridge. Her raven long hair blew around her face, as she maintained her position.<br/>She did not answer, and her eyes focused once again on the water beneath.<br/><br/>Arthur leaned and observed the same dark waters. A million of photo flashes were dancing from the water below, due to the car lights passing above.<br/>He opened the bottle and took a sip of alcohol. He placed his elbows on the edge of the bridge and nodded. He told her:<br/><br/><strong>“At dawn, they’ll find your corpse in the mist. There will be the roar of traffic and the crack of police radios. And when they’ll ask your name, or if you would please explain... you’ll say nothing.”</strong><br/><br/>“Shut the Fuck Off !” the young woman screamed.<br/>“I have to do it...I can’t stand this anymore..” she whimpered.<br/><br/><strong>“Alright.”</strong>Arthur replied, moving his head on one side.<br/><br/>The young woman started to tremble and tears rolled down her cheeks.<br/>She was barely 18 years old.<br/><br/>The king of Atlantis, turned around and allowed his back to rest on the edge of the bridge. That is when he noticed the blue marks on the side of her neck. Strangulation. He drank of his bottle again, observing the cars and trucks passing.<br/><br/>“Go away !” She screamed loudly.<br/><br/><strong>“When my bottle is empty.”</strong>Arthur replied.<br/><br/>“Oh no…” the young woman said, her look focusing on a car that was slowing down and finally stopped, blocking one line of circulation on the bridge.<br/>An older man emerged from the car, running towards Arthur and her, holding a baseball bat in one hand.<br/><br/>“What the hell do you think you’re doing.” He yelled at her.<br/>“Next time you think of something like this, turn your cell phone off, you stupid bitch ! I can track it down with this app…”<br/><br/><strong>“Sir.”</strong>Arthur interrupted, one hand up, palm offered to him.<br/><br/>“Fuck off !” The older man replied. “She’s my daughter, and she’s coming back with me...”<br/><br/>Already, Arthur had noticed the size of this father’s hands, matching the marks on the young woman’s neck.<br/><br/>“He’s beating me up….and I don’t want to live this anymore…”, the young woman said, her voice trembling.<br/><br/>“Move away you fucking hobo…”<br/>The baseball bat was lifted up in the air as a threat.<br/><br/>Arthur frowned, and placed his bottle on the ground.<br/><strong>“Call Gotham City Police…”</strong>he said, ignoring if the young woman was going to do it or not.<br/><br/>Arthur marched on the older man, who tried to hit him with the baseball bat. The King of Atlantis intercepted the weapon in mid-air and crushed it in his hand.<br/><br/><strong>“Oh boy, you are so screwed…”</strong>Arthur whispered.<br/><br/><nine minutes later><br/>Arthur and the young woman were sitting on the sidewalk. He had shared with her the bottle but she barely drank from it. A Gotham City Police vehicle stopped behind the “father’s” car who was still stationed as before, on the bridge.<br/><br/><strong>“Testify. Tell your story. Find yourself a lawyer...”</strong>Arthur said.<br/><br/>“But I can’t afford a lawyer...and he is family.” She replied.<br/><br/><strong>“No, believe me, I know about family issues...this man stopped being your father the moment he hurt you this bad…” </strong>Arthur replied, indicating with his chin the side of her neck.<br/>Inside the trunk of the car, the police was about to find the man who threatened them, with one hand broken.<br/><strong>“And money...money won’t be an issue for finding a lawyer.”</strong>Arthur said, offering her several ancient Spanish galleons he took from one pocket of his coat.<br/><br/>The policemen were approaching and Arthur stood up, he kept his gaze on the young woman who was going to meet them, and then started walking away, entering Gotham City. He drank another sip from his bottle.