The picture is a pair of kama that Black Skull sometimes uses. The video is a song that I feel represents this story, and the embodiment of Night. Enjoy!
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For some reason, Vexen didn't shout when they told him the news. He didn't scream, punch something, or get angry. All Vexen did was nod, sitting down against the wall. Skull felt guilt weighing down on his shoulders, his stomach clenching like he drank boiling water.
"I'm so, so sorry," he said, trying not to choke.
"I knew freedom was too good to be true," Vexen sighed, staring at the floor, "I just wish we had more time out of that goddamn facility. Can I have some time...alone, please?"
"Yes," he replied, composing himself, "if you don't mind, going to your room?"
"Yeah," Vexen pulled down his hood, Skull could detect the anguish in his voice.
The wound Vexen had suffered on his temple had already disappeared, the powered teen healing easily. Jason wondered why he kept that scar over his eye, perhaps he couldn't get rid of it. Night was already venting out her anger on the now single punching bag. The one Vexen warped away had yet to return, sadly.
"This sucks," he commented, standing behind Night.
"Understatement of the year," Night said through clenched teeth, landing a roundhouse kick.
"When was the last time another hero died?"
"You remember Halogen?"
"Oh yeah!" Skull widened his eyes, "that energy guy from Raden City. He absorbed too much radiation, caused a nuclear explosion."
"The city still hasn't recovered," Night added, finally pulling down her hood.
She looked exhausted, her expression was stoic, Night's face slightly sunken. The girl obviously hasn't gotten much sleep, even for a vigilante. He put a hand on her shoulder, trying for a reassuring smile. Night rolled her eyes, but she still didn't move.
"I should've saved her," Skull looked up at the ceiling, "Night, I should have saved her."
"You need to remember what you told me all those years ago," Night covered his hand with hers, "we are still human, no matter how much our masks say differently. Stop trying to carry the world on your shoulders, you aren't alone in this world."
"When did you become reasonable?" He pulled off a grin.
"That was a good speech," Night frowned, "you ruined it."
"I tend to do that."
"I'll erase Archwind's student ID, find a way to excuse her from the school. It'll be easier than hacking people into the school. You go talk to Vexen."
"Me?" Skull asked with bewilderment, "I haven't lost a partner before, you... kind of did."
"Kind of?" Night crossed her arms, "you were gone for four and a half years."
"I'll go," he quickly said before Night attempted to kill him again.
He put his scythe down on a workshop table, also placing his twin kama down next to the giant blade. There really was no need for weapons inside the base, he still kept his smaller weapons in his belt however. Night strode over to the computer console, the sound of keyboard clicks in the back of his mind.
"I am not a psychologist," Skull muttered, walking into Vexen's room.
Vexen was sitting on his bed, back pressed against the wall. The teen was not saying a word, but tears were streaming down his face. He felt that Vexen's silence was worse than screaming. At least when people shouted they vented out their feelings. A circle of purple runes surrounded where Vexen was sitting, the symbols changing every couple seconds. Vexen's eyes were glowing so bright, the whites of his eyes were shining bright purple as well.
"I barely knew her," Vexen said, his voice monotone, masking pain. "Sure, maybe I knew her powers, appearance, fighting style, but I never knew her. Never knew her favorite color, food, nothing like that. Hell, I didn't even know what her hands looked like, they were always gloved. It hurts, we weren't even dating, we weren't in a relationship, but it feels like I just got shot too."
"Vexen," he pulled his lips into a thin line, "I don't know anything about losing someone you love. My parents, sure, but I probably saw them once a year, they were never parents to me. I do know what drove me to be a vigilante though, and that pain was strong enough. As a kid, I was a jerk, trust me. For a long time, I didn't know how bad some people actually had it. My life was simple, luxurious, and I absolutely hated it. One day when I was walking home from my God awful private school, one of my friends got mugged. And you know what? I didn't feel bad for her, not one bit at all. The next day, that friend, she died, shot in crossfire between two gangs.
At that moment, I finally understood what was wrong with the world. That friend was close to me, she had stuck with me, even though I was a total douche. It isn't the tragedy that defines a hero, it's the rise. The story of how they rose up, and decided to make a difference. You see, I have had my share of tragedies, maybe not as great, but I have known pain. Three years of my life gone, lived by someone else. My partner became closed off, weathered, and shut out her deepest emotions. I've watched a handful of heroes rise up, only to fall. I don't want to see that happen to you."
"I-I," Vexen stared at his hands, the tears not leaving his eyes, "I need time, and patience...from you. She wasn't the most social person...but I can still feel her thoughts in my mind, lingering there. It's like a ghost haunting the back of my mind, like a void with fog clouding it."
"I know the feeling," Skull ran a hand through his hair, "trust me."
"You do?" Vexen's gaze flickered upwards.
   Guess I have to trust him now, his room is right next to mine.
"Yeah," Skull turned off his voice modifier, smirking. "There's this naive person in the back of my mind, annoying if you ask me."
"Woah," Vexen's flashlight eyes dimmed, his irises a cloudy indigo shade, "you...you're Jason Parker, that kid from school! No way, you two are so different. He seemed so oblivious, and don't get me started on his hairstyle. Wait, that's probably the whole point of having a secret identity. Did...um...did Arch know?"
"Yes," he turned his voice changed back on, "she asked to know after she got shot, it sounds worse than it was."
"I'm surprised that girls aren't fawning over you," Vexen muttered, he still heard it though.
"Can I ask why?"
"Have you no sense of attraction?" Vexen raised an eyebrow, "your hair is not flat and dorky. You're strong, badass, and actually a nice person...sort of."
"Are you saying I'm a mean person?" He said, only half joking.
"Nah, you're too social and innocent."
"You seem better," Skull observed, "emotionally."
"I heal fast," Vexen shut his eyes, groaning, "probably makes me seem like a jerk. Mental wounds take a while, but not nearly long enough. You can't mourn if your mind had already moved on."
"You are the least jerky person I have ever meet, X."
  Vexen winched, he wondered if he had a bad connection to the letter. Skull opened his mouth to apologize, but an alert stopped him. He exited Vexen's room and walked over the screen.
  "Please tell me this isn't another fire." Vexen groaned, coming up behind him.
  Skull shook his head, closing the alert, "robbery, an alarm was triggered at Wesner Tech."
  "What does that place make again?"
  He sheathed his scythe, snatching more shuriken off the carving table. "They mainly make robotics, recently the company invested in software development."
  "Why would someone rob them?"
  "I guess we'll find out."
  "Aren't you taking your girlfriend with you?" Vexen wrapped a black mask over his mouth and nose.
  "She's on patrol." His eyes narrowed, voice becoming terrifying. "Vexen, no mentioning any relationships, or real names out in the field. You may not call me Jason, and do not call Night my girlfriend."
  "Of course," Vexen choked, shrinking slightly in fear, "I promise."
  "Good."

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"Shouldn't the thief have left by now?"
  Skull was on a computer in Wesner Tech, watching the security footage. The thief had stuck to the shadows, so he couldn't make out its gender.
  He pulled a USB out of the computer, "the burglar stole a prototype, it was a weapon built for emitting high pitched frequencies. The prototype had only been tested two times, and both times the room the device was in was demolished."
  "You have any idea who the thief was?" Vexen crossed his arms.
  "Not a solid one," Skull pointed at a wall, "but the thief left a symbol exactly like the one on your armor."
  Vexen's eyes flashed bright purple beneath his hood, "you think I did this?"
  "No, but why would they leave this symbol behind, an ankh. Why do you use it?"
  "It's the one that appears when I use my powers," Vexen held up a hand, purple light bending into an ankh, "plus the experiment left me with a marking in the shape of that on my back. Um...other symbols are also on my arms, ribs, and legs...if you really want to know."
  "Then the thief is connected to Johansen in some way, they are the only other ones with this information. The thief wanted to make an impression though, something Johansen rarely does. My guess is that whoever stole it was hired, not under her control."
  "Have you ever had a known thief leave a symbol like this?"
  "Not really...I've killed one that did over in Taropolis."
  "How many cities have you been to?" Vexen exclaimed, shaking his head.
  "Lost count ages ago," Skull shrugged, "you should meet a hero from Taropolis, those west coast heroes are cool. Plus he's a meta like you."
  "Meta?"
  "Metahuman," he explained, "people with superpowers."
  "Who is he?" Vexen tilted his head curiously.
  "Ever heard of Duskfall?"
"Nope."
"Anyways," he tried to change the subject, not wanting to discuss his friend. "The thief exited through the north window, jumping through the glass. So they had to have some form of armor to not get glass shard everywhere. They found a way to shut down the security, which is a high tech system. It would take me a good ten minutes to hack into it, but they did it in less than three. Whoever we're dealing with is skilled and most likely has powers."
"By any chance do you know what security system they had?" Vexen crossed his arms.
"It's not Wesner Tech for some reason," Skull frowned, "the rest of the compound is though. This room's security looks a lot like...damn. It's Johansen Industries, that explains it-"
"Johansen hired this person to rob a technology company, to steal a prototype that just happens to be under her security system?"
"Whoever set up this room was probably bribed," Skull sighed, "people with low pay like electricians are easily convinced otherwise by money."
"Do we have any leads?"
"The ankh painted on the wall, it means life in ancient Egyptian-"
"So?"
"I was going to tell you," Skull grumbled. "So, it was also called the 'key of the Nile' for Egyptians. Our best bet is the abandoned key factory in the upper west side of Eximius."
"How do you know all this stuff?" Vexen said questioningly.
"I've dedicated almost all my life to crime solving," he smirked, "you learn a thing or two. Plus Brian is obsessed with comic books, ankh are reoccurring symbols."
  "Let's go then," Vexen's eyes flashed teasingly.
  They travelled across town, Vexen mainly screaming from the back of his motorcycle. Skull had a low speed of about 80 miles an hour, causing the hooded teen behind him to screech profanities about his driving. He snickered as they pulled into the abandoned warehouse, barely fazed by the face paced ride. Vexen was of course, puking his guts out into a dead bush.
  "What's your problem with motion sickness?"
  "You drive like a cheetah on drugs," Vexen coughed, pulling his bandanna up, "a lot of of drugs."
  "I find that offensive," he replied, spinning around and walking into the warehouse, "I stop drug dealers on a daily basis."
  "Lies, Night does most of the street work."
  "Touché."
  He kicked down a locked door, the rotting wood easily splintering. Skull absentmindedly took a few shuriken out of his belt, keeping a handful clasped in his right hand. Vexen got the idea too, purple light surrounding the teen's clenched fists. The warehouse looked abandoned for the most part, a few empty crates in each room. In some places the ceiling was missing or peeling away, the building had been left for some time. He kneeled down to inspect another symbol etched onto the floor. It looked like a weird trident, and decided it was a Greek symbol, a psi.
  "Why would they carve a psi onto the ground?" Vexen asked, the purple light disappearing.
  "It's a trademark," Skull stood up, "both the ankh and psi symbols also have Latin counterparts. They want us to remember them by something, this is it."
  "Latin?" Vexen sighed, "weird trademark for a thief-"
  "You know," a feminine voice said from the shadows behind them, "I'm kind of offended, kudos for finding this place though. For a second I thought that clue was too vague for you two."
  Skull spun around, ready to throw his shuriken, but found no person behind him. The girl obviously wasn't Night, for his partner was out on patrol. Plus Night hated stealing of any kind.
  "Show yourself," he said, keeping his voice monotone but threatening, "and I may go easy on you."
  "Ha!" The voice laughed, "that's funny. You talk to your girlfriend like that? I feel bad for her, am I right? I'm surprised you don't have more chasing you."
  A figure landed in front off him, the skilled thief landing gracefully on her feet. The girl had a full head mask, a black psi symbol on light grey. Her eyes were a blank masked white like his. She wore grey Kevlar armor across her torso, arms, and legs. A tattered cape feel down to the back of her knees. The thief had top grade armor, very hard to find and very expensive. It seemed like something that Johansen would supply in some way. She had no visible weapons on her, perhaps she didn't need them.
  "Trust me the ladies love y'all," she said, crossing her arms, "man of mystery and all that."
  "Enough games," he growled, "why did you steal the frequency emitter?"
  "Because I had too."
  "Who set this up?" Vexen intervened.
  "Sorry bandanna," she shrugged, "can't tell you that one. As much as I love being confronted by two good looking guys, I must be leaving."
  "Can't let that happen," Skull drew his dual kama.
  "Finally," she twirled a staff into her hands, "some excitement."
  They charged at each other, he stopped her staff with one kama, swinging the second one upwards toward her face. His opponent swayed out of the way, kicking him in the ribs. Vexen raised his hands, purple energy surrounding his form. Skull ducked down as the thief got blasted square in the chest with a beam of light. With amazement, he watched the female recover almost immediately, backflipping onto the ground in a crouch.
"Superhumans," she tilted her head, "wouldn't be the first time. I must say, I thought the one in gray was dead."
"Guess we're both surprised," Skull narrowed his eyes.
"Well, I should be getting back to Taropolis, lots of places to raid. See you later, fine gentlemen."
Skull lunged for the masked thief, but in an explosion of smoke, she disappeared. Vexen was standing silently behind him, an aura of shock radiating off of the teen. He stood up, sheathing his kama. Skull ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.
  "What do we do now?" Vexen said after a minute of silence.
  "I'm going to contact an old friend."