[Sunnydale AU]

[tofightinjustice]

When you say LA, people think Hollywood, stars, beaches.

This is not that part of LA.

This is the part of LA that the tour books recommend you stay out of, the part of LA where you probably don't want to be a pedestrian at this hour of the night unless you have some kind of business. Usually the kind of business you don't want the police to know about.

Bryce has been patrolling rooftops and alleyways for hours, but it seems to be a quiet night.

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[edgeofyourseat]

He follows her, not quite staggering but definitely unsteady, holding one hand to his face with his fingertips just resting against the bandage.

[tofightinjustice]

She glances at him, checks her mask again, and pulls up her hood. A cabbie is slightly less likely to drive by someone in a hoodie than someone in a full-face mask.

[edgeofyourseat]

Obedient to her wishes, he's stopped grinning, but the remaining corner of his mouth quirks up slightly.

[tofightinjustice]

It's a few minutes.

She doesn't talk.

When she finally spots a cab, she puts up an arm to flag it down.

"You can tell him where to go," she says, as the cab starts to slow. "Just try not to make that worse. You ought to go to a hospital."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Will do," he promises.

As he gets in the cab, there is a pause before he closes the door. He looks back at her with a smile in his eyes, presses bloodstained fingers to bloodstained lips, and tips that hand toward her.

[tofightinjustice]

. . . Weird.