Who: Bizarro and Chris. What: A confrontation. When: Evening. Where: Uptown. Rating: TBD.
The Phantom had kept to himself ever since the disaster at the mansion. He generally didn't wander about associating with many people anyway, as he found that he always ended up killing someone on 'accident' when he did. So keeping to himself was generally the best idea for everyone. Except for on those rare days when he felt a little more positive about interacting with the humans that wandered about the city. Then he would go to the bars and little clubs and all and make with the nice. But those days were rare. Sometimes he just went in for a drink and ended up destroyed three or four humans in the process just to make the evening a little more interesting.
Now he was debating on what he was going to do with himself. Would he stay quiet or would have make some noise? Bizarro stood atop a building, his blue eyes staring down at the streets below him. People milled about aimlessly and he considered going down to join them. Or better yet? Aiming the heat from his eyes at them. Maybe they would run. And scream. Or maybe they would just stand in place and accept their fates.
He took some time to consider this, as he did with a lot of stuff lately. He was trying to understand the way that humans worked now. He didn't realize that he would learn a whole hell of a lot more if he would just stop killing them all.