"That would annoy me if I had slept at some point after... Wednesday morning. Right now it's water off a duck's back. And I can take off anytime I like when it's regular crime." His voice was a bit strained, like he was holding back from snapping at her. "When it's looters and the insane and fucking mutants with super destruction powers, I tend to be less inclined to take time off."
They kept walking and from around a corner came what could indeed be called a 'crazy.' He was one of the preachers that made the soapbox industry boom. The type that added a syllable to everything they said. "And the sinners will be washed away in the fires of Hell-a! And they will suffer for their sins-a! For all eternity-a!"
"Hey. Hey! HEY!" Nightwing flexed his fist as he glared at the preacher. "Why aren't you headed towards a shelter?"
"There will be no shelter from the wrath of God-a! He hath lain down his fiery sword of vengeance-a! The sins of the land will be purged-a! The cries of the bastard children will be music for God himself-a! As he burns their mothers from their very core-a! As their sinful--"
The man flew ten feet into a wall. If he weren't such a monster, there would probably be little birdies flying around his head. Nightwing rubbed his fist and acknowledge Carrie's look. "All right, maybe I'm a little tense."