Merlin, early morning patrols were hell. Benji had brought a coffee from the precinct and it still wasn't doing enough for him, even though he'd finally made it out of the Slums and Pennyworth and into the South Bartonburg portions of his travels. At least he hadn't encountered any shenanigans yet - until he stopped dead in the street and watched someone shimmy, shirtless, out of the window of a South Bartonburg home.

Benji drew his wand and could have sworn when he recognized the culprit.

"I'm really gonna need more than that," Benji said, preemptively exasperated by the redhead, because, well - he had many good reasons to be preemptively exasperated by the redhead.

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