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#this was 100% written with dick and slade in mind yes
avvail · 7 months
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prompt #79
The mercenary digs his fingers into the vigilante’s jaw, enough so that he has to surpress a pained hiss on his bloodied tongue. Behind the mask, the mercenary’s voice is cold, and venomous.
“Been looking for you, boy,” he drawls under his breath, and the vigilante’s feet stagger when he’s pushed back, hitting the wall with a groan. He still managed to straighten up, breathing through the aching pain in his ribs.
“Why?” He forced a bloodied smile. “Miss me?”
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