Caitrin took a seat next to him, crossing her legs as she did so, "Ah no, you don't know me and I wouldn't expect you to," She took a swig of her drink. Social situations weren't exactly her thing and for once she hated it, "But I know who you are, or more specifically, who you were. Sorry that might not make sense but… I know you're Nightfall."
Dominic's brows shot up a little, his eyes widening, though his expression didn't change otherwise. He stared at her for a long moment, as if a bit shocked, or maybe considering his reply. "What the heck would make you think that?" He leaned back in his seat and motioned towards himself. "Do I look like Nightfall to you?"
She snorted, shaking her head, "'Course not! If I hadn't done my research then I would have zero clue you were once one of the cities most feared villains." Caitrin shrugged, resting against the side of her chair, "But I've been watching you for a while, I know who you are and what you did. I want to talk about something serious."
Dominic sighed, his shoulders dropping a little. There was no point in denying the truth. He didn't have enough good reasons to. "Watching me…" he murmured, picking up his drink and swishing the contents of it around. The ice cubes clinked against the glass. "Yeah, okay, so maybe I was once. Let me guess. I killed somebody you knew and now you want to put me in prison?" He glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before he took a swig of his drink.
"Nope, that's far from why," Caitrin watched him, noting the drop in the shoulders how he seemed to relax ever so slightly as he admitted it, "Have you ever heard of someone called The Dictator?" Hopefully he did, or this was going to be a lot harder then she ad originally thought. But with the amount of - or the lack of - information regarding whoever it was, she doubted he would.
"No," Dominic replied, sniffing absently. His gaze flickered back and forth between her and his drink as he tried to figure out who she was and why on earth she'd be talking to him. He wasn't important anymore, and even when he had been, it was mostly negative popularity– excluding a few small creepy groups that practically idolized villains, but no one spoke of those. "Is that some knew government position or something? Because I don't do politics, and I'm not open for public endorsements."
"You really think that if this was about politics I'd be here talkin' to you?" Caitrin leaned back in her chair, "No, it isn't about that." She pulled out her phone, knowing that in a few seconds he could walk out of here and she might never see him again. She pulled up a news article. One to do with the hero and the villain from a few years ago. His hero.
(Did she show him the article or is she merely looking at it herself? Apologies for my ignorance.)
(She showed it to him, sorry that wasn’t very clear)
(No, you're totally fine. ^-^ I thought that at first, but as I was typing my reply, I was like "oh heck what if I'm wrong" and began second-guessing myself. XD)
Dominic glanced up from his drink, and he froze as his eyes met the screen.
No. No.
He stared at it for several seconds, blinking a few times in order to prevent any tears from forming in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it, then tore his gaze away from the article, pinching the bridge of his nose and furrowing his brow. He squeezed his eyes shut for several seconds, rubbing his thumb and forefinger over his eyelids. He looked more aggravated than anything, though he was really trying to keep himself from crying. "Why would you–" He let out a sharp sigh and cut himself off to take a large gulp of alcohol. Numb his mind a little. Distract himself. Not break down. Unfortunately, his alternative was to sound irritated. "What exactly is the purpose of this?" By this, he referred to both their meeting and the fact that she showed him the article.
(Ahh, aight, lol don't worry about it then I understand aha :p)
Caitrin shoved her phone into her pocket once again, running a hand through her hair afterward to try and find the right words to explain what was going on, "You see… I've been looking into what happened, and I have been for a while now," She started, "I don't think that her death was unplanned. I think… I think it was planned to try and get to you."
Dominic frowned, gripping his glass of alcohol so tight that his knuckles were starting to turn white. It was a good thing he didn't have super strength.
"Planned to get to me?" he echoed incredulously. Well it got to him alright. Unhinged him altogether. Shook him to the core. "But why? Why would they–" He struggled to even successfully finish his sentence, fighting to stay calm. "Why would they want to do that to her?" Tears flooded Dominic's eyes, but he didn't allow them to make their way down his face. "How could anybody–" His breath hitched and he cleared his throat.
“Because someone out there considered you a threat to them,” Caitrin scratched at the back of her neck, “Somehow they knew that you had..” She paused, trying to find the right words, “Strong feelings for her and knew that if they could take her out, they could get to you. Obviously there plan worked.” Whoever had orchestrated this was clearly very sick in the head, this Dictator. Sure, he’d been a villain, but to take out the one he loved was a whole new level of villainy.
"Then why not just kill me instead?" Dominic demanded a little too loudly. A few people in the bar might've looked in his direction, but he glared at them and then ignored them. They weren't overly interested in the random outbursts of a local drunk, and they most definitely didn't know who he was.
There were tears in his eyes, but they had yet to make it down his face. "I think everybody would've been a little happier if my throat had been slit that day. I know I sure would've. Monica never deserved anything like that. She– she–" He swiped at his eyes once and shook his head a little, as if he shake those thoughts away. He sniffed once and changed the subject. "I killed the man who killed her. Was that him, or did he work for somebody?" He knew how these things worked. Big villains rarely did the dirty work.
Caitrin hated the pain in his voice. She'd known he'd loved her but hadn't understood the full extent of that. Up until know, that was, "You really think an idiot like Caleb 'Furry' Jenkins could pull off a stunt like that without being told what to do first?" She shook her head, "No way, he was working for someone. And I'm sure that someone is whoever this Dictator guy is."
She had no evidence to back up this claim. But, she'd done at least some research and new Furry had been working for the guy previously so, it was fair to say it was probably him who orchestrated the whole deal.
"And killing you would have been too easy, not painful enough. Watching you crumble into who you are now would be much more satisfying. Honestly they might still have plans to kill you if you decide to go back into villainy."
("Furry" XD That is the best. I'm dying.)
Dominic gritted his teeth and frowned, letting out a long huff through his nose. The woman he loved. Dead. Killed for no good reason. Only to break him. "I don't even know who the Dictator is," he hissed. To be honest, Dominic didn't care if he died, but there was something about the thought of Monica's killer still being out there, still being active, that irked him to the core. He swiped at his eyes again and took a much needed swig of alcohol. "Someone oughta' twist that monster's head off and shove it up his– wait a second." He paused, looking equally sad, angry, and confused. "So– so– what does this have to do with you, then? Why are you telling me all of this?" he asked, clearly shaken by the information she'd presented to him.
(lololol)
Caitrin's eyes lost a little of there previous light, shoulders slumping as she leaned back in her chair, "I have my reasons, that sounds suspicious but as well as wanting to generally take him down since he's a bad man, you know, he's done other stuff to hurt me personally." She shrugged, not bothering to elaborate what happened exactly, "The reason it old you this was because I figured you'd want to get revenge or something along those lines. Obviously I'm going after the guy with or without you, just thought you might want to be involved."
Dominic went quiet, looking down at his glass. Someone needed to kill that monster, but… "I'm not sure if I'm capable of that anymore," he muttered. "I'm not exactly in my prime anymore." Then again, he didn't have anything else to live for. If he died trying to do this, at least he would've died fighting to avenge something that had meant the world to him. At least he would have tried. That beat wasting away, choking down alcohol and crying himself to sleep every night. "But I'd like to see him dead." He glanced up at her. "So I'm in."
She grinned, holding out her hand for a proper, formal introduction, "Caitrin Moores, a pleasure to be working with you." She was slightly relieved he said yes. Being able to work with someone with experience was a blessing, even if Dominic wasn't in greatest shape at the moment. Hopefully they'd be able to get rid of the Dictator, knowing he was around made Caitrin more anxious then normal.
Dominic eyed her hand a moment before offering her his own and giving a firm handshake. "Dominic Creed. Same goes for you." He was quiet a short moment, mostly because he took another swig of his beloved alcohol. "So, then– do you have a plan, or…?" He arched a dark brow. "Or was your plan to find me and then make a plan?"
Catie shrugged a shoulder, “I mean, I do have a concrete plan. After all I have no clue who this guy is or where he might be. Or who might be working for him. Like I said there’s no info about him anywhere,” She sighed, thinking for a few moments, “The plan was mainly to find you and then find out some info on the guy by any means possible. Then… yeah that’s where the plan ends because I didn’t think you were gonna say yes.”
Dominic was quiet a moment, thinking. "Well, I said yes. So here we are." He stared down at his beverage for several seconds, swiping at his eyes a few times to make sure there weren't any lingering tears there. "Whatever plan we make, I just ask to be the one who gets to make the kill, when it comes down to it. I'd like to be the one to watch the last bit of life fade from his eyes the same way it faded from hers."
Caitrin nodded, "Understood, I figured you'd probably say that, anyway so I don't have a problem with it." She looked around the bar, noticing a few lingering eyes on the them and shifting in her seat, "Do you mind if we take this conversation elsewhere? It isn't exactly the securest of places to be discussing this sort of thing."
Dominic glanced once at those who watched them, frowning. "Yeah, I think you're right." He pushed his chair back and stood up, taking his drink with him. "Got any place in mind?" He turned his glass up and downed what was left of it before dropping it back onto the table. Several drops of alcohol ran down the side of his face, but he swiped them away quickly.
Caitrin tried not to grimace when Dominic wiped the alcohol away, her distaste for the stuff shining through ever so slightly. She followed suit, standing a moment later, "Mine should be fine. I doubt yours will be suitable, no offense, and no where else private will be open."