Alexander "Lex" Luster (
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[A certain someone is back in Wankerville. Not that he knows he's 'back' just yet. Much has happened since the last time he was here, if one could even say he was here at all. He was a different person then. He's a different person now. About a year and a half have passed, but it feels like a lifetime. He's Lex Luster Jr., though he no longer has a passport to prove it. The only identity he legally has is Sam-Sara Bardo's, because Interpol takes the protection program very seriously and so should he. Not that he's wearing Sam-Sara's mask or even his clothing. His appearance, from the thick woolen sweater with long sleeves to his favorite scarf, is very much Lex.
The memories from before are so vague that they don't reach him through the initial panic.
The first thought that strikes him is that he's not supposed to be here. Not out in the open. Not like this. He doesn't have anything to cover his face- what if someone recognizes him- what if they think he broke his house arrest agreement again? He didn't mean to! He doesn't know why he's here at all, or how. What if this was the last straw? What if they decide to overturn the penal committee's suggestion for real this time? What if they lock him away for good, or finally subject him to that long overdue execution? That's so unfair! He didn't choose to leave the house! He didn't choose to leave Benny-
-Benny. Shit shit shit. Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Did someone attack him in order to move Lex from the house? Why go through so much trouble and then leave him in some abandoned village in the first place? Is he even near L.A. anymore? What is going on?-
His immediate reaction to the reeling train of thought that he can't control or make sense of is to hide. To find somewhere safe and regain his composure there. Phantom or no Phantom, hiding is his first answer to everything. Hiding is that one instinct he's had since childhood that never left- not once. Hide and then wait to be found by someone trustworthy, no matter how long it takes. No matter how agonizing it is to feel alone and abandoned.
Once he can actually get his feet to move, he sprints towards the nearest house to yank the door open. Somehow, the fact that it's unlocked doesn't strike him as odd at all. It seems almost natural for it to be open to anyone. He darts inside and slams the door shut behind himself again, then allows his knees to buckle. He hits the ground with a thud. After all the training Benny's been putting him through, he'd been doing so well with controlling his emotional instability. He'd made such great progress. With the way he's hyperventilating into his hands, all that progress sure feels insignificant.]
The memories from before are so vague that they don't reach him through the initial panic.
The first thought that strikes him is that he's not supposed to be here. Not out in the open. Not like this. He doesn't have anything to cover his face- what if someone recognizes him- what if they think he broke his house arrest agreement again? He didn't mean to! He doesn't know why he's here at all, or how. What if this was the last straw? What if they decide to overturn the penal committee's suggestion for real this time? What if they lock him away for good, or finally subject him to that long overdue execution? That's so unfair! He didn't choose to leave the house! He didn't choose to leave Benny-
-Benny. Shit shit shit. Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Did someone attack him in order to move Lex from the house? Why go through so much trouble and then leave him in some abandoned village in the first place? Is he even near L.A. anymore? What is going on?-
His immediate reaction to the reeling train of thought that he can't control or make sense of is to hide. To find somewhere safe and regain his composure there. Phantom or no Phantom, hiding is his first answer to everything. Hiding is that one instinct he's had since childhood that never left- not once. Hide and then wait to be found by someone trustworthy, no matter how long it takes. No matter how agonizing it is to feel alone and abandoned.
Once he can actually get his feet to move, he sprints towards the nearest house to yank the door open. Somehow, the fact that it's unlocked doesn't strike him as odd at all. It seems almost natural for it to be open to anyone. He darts inside and slams the door shut behind himself again, then allows his knees to buckle. He hits the ground with a thud. After all the training Benny's been putting him through, he'd been doing so well with controlling his emotional instability. He'd made such great progress. With the way he's hyperventilating into his hands, all that progress sure feels insignificant.]
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[The memories are still a bit of a blur, but one thing's for certain: the Phantom had no friends, nor did 'Bobby Fulbright'. Bobby could claim to be someone's friend- could claim to care about them and act accordingly, but is that really worth something without genuine trust?]
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[Then again, she's not without her issues either. After all, she's been desperately clinging to people while at the same time trying to keep them away, all because she's afraid of what she might do if she loses control. A potential omnicidal maniac isn't good company, but at the same time she hates being alone...]
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I don't know... if I should feel gratitude or guilt. [Apparently he's feeling neither of those things and instead settled on bitter amusement. Emotions suck, sometimes.]
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[He rubs at his eyes one last time, then finally moves his hands away from his face. There's still a grimace tugging at his lips. It's not an actual smile, but at least it's conveying real emotions, making it a far cry from the deadpans that used to grace his face.]
And I think... that introductions are long overdue. My name is Alexander. ...Lex.
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[Fortunately, she (for once) has enough true smiles for both of them, her own deepening into a grin.]
Cute name.
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If you say so...
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It is, isn't it? Names are important, I think. [Identity is important.]
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Besides, he's got other things on his mind. Now that the memories from before are finally trickling back in, he realizes that it wasn't just Tori who was here in Wankerville with him. He ran into a little girl at one point and then there was one more person. Someone he actively avoided because he didn't know that person and refused to show his real face. Only now does he realize what a big mistake that was. ...Or maybe it was for the best back then, because the Phantom wouldn't have thought highly of Ben Volent.
He draws a deep breath and swallows. Apprehension is rising, as he knows the question he's about to ask might not give him the answer he wants to hear.]
... When I was here before, there was someone else. Black hair, glasses, always dressed in a suit... Is he still around?
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[She looks thoughtful for a moment.]
Yeah, I think he's still here. I mean, he was the last time I checked.
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He's just about to get up from his chair when he realizes it might not be that easy. If he was here from an earlier point in time before, it might be the same for Benny. There was a point in time- almost a year, even- where Benny knew what he looked like and legitimately wanted him dead.
...Shit.]
...Good. That's... That's good. [He... thinks?]
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[There's a "probably" there because there's always that possibility of an alternate version of the same world, and she damn well knows that.]
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[And Benny wasn't even around for most of the first year. It's kind of sad how fast Lex's life was turned upside-down, and then upside-down yet again.]
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[Holding her arm and looking away, because it's only been a little over two years since the Riddler disappeared. A little over two years since she's had to start fighting the little voice that urges her to put everyone out of their misery.]
...but, heh. It sounds like you know him pretty well now.
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... Are you? [It wouldn't be surprising. Benny's the sort of person who can make friends with just about anybody.]
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Heh, is that so...? How are they doing? [Are they still tiny and fluffy or did he miss it?!]
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[Because cookie-themed names are best names, what are you talking about...]
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Oh? Which name would that be?
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[Make fun of her, Lex. She dares you.]
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... That's cute.
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