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so ymean to tell me there's a relationship type where I get to decide what it is on my own terms at any point in time ...... For free??? In this economy????
The car door to the limousine opens and Nightmare steps out and in front of the shabby looking club. He's dressed as nicely as always, especially compared to the regular party-goers, silver and gold adorning his suit.
He makes a few steps and the door is closed behind him. It'll wait until the moment he returns.
The tracker he'd installed on all of his subordinates' phones had led him to exactly this place. If it wasn't for that, he would have never left his car.
The door at the other side of the car makes an opening and closing sound, and it takes just a second for Killer to catch up to his side, positioning himself a few centimeters behind him.
They spare each other a glance and a nod before moving.
The line at the door makes room for him as they notice him pass by, people furrowing their brows in annoyance or clasping their purses as they stare. He's not particularly famous, but he has a bit of a reputation - even outside of his typical work.
The bodyguard at the front immediately lets him pass upon recognizing him. Nightmare walks down a few steps, then he's already inside the building.
Spare the few flickering, colourful lights, everything is dark. There's multiple crowds, but there's still enough paths to walk around or through them. Killer clicks his tongue as he looks around.
Nightmare flicks his hair back. Turns his head a bit to check for any signs. He spots the bar first and, after that, a sign for the bathrooms. That's where the tracker had pointed to.
He taps Killer lightly, who happily follows him until they're in front of the doors. Then, he leans against the wall.
Nightmare tries to see if the doors are very dirty. He lets his hand run over his glove, before just shoving it open.
His eyes take a second to adjust to the much brighter, cold lights, adjusting hair and putting on his hat to make it less immediately jarring.
He checks the tracker app on his phone. Killer's position in front of the door stays the same. His other subordinate is to his left. The door shows the simplistic symbol of a stickman with a skirt, but seeing as it was a club, he doubts anyone was coherent enough to question him.
He doubts anyone would question him going into either bathroom stall, period.
The bathroom itself is large for a club. Larger than the section with the drinks. There's multiple stalls, and he can definitely hear more people than just his subordinate. Passionate ones at that.
He doesn't pay it any mind.
Carefully, he opens the door to the stall that the yellow tracker had showed, just in case.
Shattered was hidden underneath his hair and cardigan - but the length of it was too telling for him to appear anonymous to Nightmare of all people.
He winces. Nightmare just scoffs.
"Give me that," He finally says, leaning down and taking the badly rolled cigarette from him, "don't do something you'll regret later."
The younger attempted to pull his hair to cover his face more. "'s not like you cared before now..."
"Oh, I most definitely cared. You, my dear, are my employee, my extended hand, considerably - you are even family. And as long as you are with me, I will make sure you don't fuck up yourself or your missions." He trampled the cigarette beneath his foot.
Kneeling down, "also, I'm pretty sure you are intoxicated as high hell. Did you smoke any of it already?"
Shattered miserably shakes his head. "Y'took it 'fore I could..."
"Good. Now," his hands landed almost tenderly on top of his shoulders, "let me see you."
He shamefully turned away, trying to crawl further into the stall, as if it'd help him get away at all.
Nightmare scoffed before gently turned his chin towards him, moving the hair out of his face.
Perhaps he should have taken off his gloves after all. The smeared makeup - mostly eyeliner - stained his fingertips. Shattered's eyes were puffy and watery. He sniffled as quietly as he could manage, avoiding eye contact.
"It's... I swear, nothin'-" Nightmare placed his thumb on his wet lips, shushing him. He sniffled again, audibly this time.
They needn't exchange words, Nightmare thought. He knew. Everyone knew.
He mindfully pulled him against his chest. His shirt could be washed later. He first had to make sure no further... Stupid decisions were made for the night.
The smaller wrapped his arms around his torso in return. He decidedly ignored any more sniffles, instead fixing up his hair into a ponytail so it wouldn't be too dirty from the tiles.
Once Shattered's grip loosened around him, Mare helped him up and outside. Killer's light up sneakers led the way for them, and they found each other outside and away from the loud music.
Nightmare's pen clicks multiple times before he deigns himself to sign the letter beneath him. The wall clock ticks monochrome, it's been an hour since he woke up and he's already tired of reading pointless complaints.
Especially when he would have more important matters to attend to. Dinner, for example. He has to discuss his plans again with Dream. His bright sibling had forgotten to continue their conversation yesterday, so he'd have to make him.
The door to his office clicks open.
He doesnt even have to turn his face to know it's Shattered. The smell of heavy perfume, trying to cover a more volatile scent of vomit, hits him before anything else.
At least he's wearing another set of clothes. His hair looks washed, too, well made, with the left side of his face covered and the back put together into a loose braided plait.
"I... Good morning, sir." He says, timidly sitting down in front of him. He's wincing again, either at the change of brightness or just general pain.
"Good morning. I suppose you've recovered enough for the time being?" Nightmare pushes the paper to the side and abandons his pen in favour of folding his hands on the smooth surface of the table.
"I've.. Ah, yes. Yes, I have. I'm... Nightmare, I'm sorry for the trouble I caused yesterday, it's-"
He holds his hand up in the air. Shattered goes quiet at the familiar signal.
"I assume you will reconsider before entering another... place like that, when you are on duty?"
He nods.
"I also assume that, should your work load and personal life interfere to such a, let's say, dramatic extent, you will come to me first, before drowning your sorrows in whiskey?"
He looks miserably ashamed, but nods again.
"Then all is well. You must understand that I have to keep my image well. The public can't find out about what I actually do, nor can it think badly of the activities it knows I perform. You understand, yes?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. You are dismissed."
Shattered stands up, still nervously clasping his jacket.
Nightmare takes his pen into his hand again.
"One more thing."
Shattered halts just in front of the door. "Yes?"
"You can keep the scarf."
"I... thank you, sir."
It opens and closes, then Nightmare is alone again
The car door to the limousine opens and Nightmare steps out and in front of the shabby looking club. He's dressed as nicely as always, especially compared to the regular party-goers, silver and gold adorning his suit.
He makes a few steps and the door is closed behind him. It'll wait until the moment he returns.
The tracker he'd installed on all of his subordinates' phones had led him to exactly this place. If it wasn't for that, he would have never left his car.
The door at the other side of the car makes an opening and closing sound, and it takes just a second for Killer to catch up to his side, positioning himself a few centimeters behind him.
They spare each other a glance and a nod before moving.
The line at the door makes room for him as they notice him pass by, people furrowing their brows in annoyance or clasping their purses as they stare. He's not particularly famous, but he has a bit of a reputation - even outside of his typical work.
The bodyguard at the front immediately lets him pass upon recognizing him. Nightmare walks down a few steps, then he's already inside the building.
Spare the few flickering, colourful lights, everything is dark. There's multiple crowds, but there's still enough paths to walk around or through them. Killer clicks his tongue as he looks around.
Nightmare flicks his hair back. Turns his head a bit to check for any signs. He spots the bar first and, after that, a sign for the bathrooms. That's where the tracker had pointed to.
He taps Killer lightly, who happily follows him until they're in front of the doors. Then, he leans against the wall.
Nightmare tries to see if the doors are very dirty. He lets his hand run over his glove, before just shoving it open.
His eyes take a second to adjust to the much brighter, cold lights, adjusting hair and putting on his hat to make it less immediately jarring.
He checks the tracker app on his phone. Killer's position in front of the door stays the same. His other subordinate is to his left. The door shows the simplistic symbol of a stickman with a skirt, but seeing as it was a club, he doubts anyone was coherent enough to question him.
He doubts anyone would question him going into either bathroom stall, period.
The bathroom itself is large for a club. Larger than the section with the drinks. There's multiple stalls, and he can definitely hear more people than just his subordinate. Passionate ones at that.
He doesn't pay it any mind.
Carefully, he opens the door to the stall that the yellow tracker had showed, just in case.
Shattered was hidden underneath his hair and cardigan - but the length of it was too telling for him to appear anonymous to Nightmare of all people.
He winces. Nightmare just scoffs.
"Give me that," He finally says, leaning down and taking the badly rolled cigarette from him, "don't do something you'll regret later."
The younger attempted to pull his hair to cover his face more. "'s not like you cared before now..."
"Oh, I most definitely cared. You, my dear, are my employee, my extended hand, considerably - you are even family. And as long as you are with me, I will make sure you don't fuck up yourself or your missions." He trampled the cigarette beneath his foot.
Kneeling down, "also, I'm pretty sure you are intoxicated as high hell. Did you smoke any of it already?"
Shattered miserably shakes his head. "Y'took it 'fore I could..."
"Good. Now," his hands landed almost tenderly on top of his shoulders, "let me see you."
He shamefully turned away, trying to crawl further into the stall, as if it'd help him get away at all.
Nightmare scoffed before gently turned his chin towards him, moving the hair out of his face.
Perhaps he should have taken off his gloves after all. The smeared makeup - mostly eyeliner - stained his fingertips. Shattered's eyes were puffy and watery. He sniffled as quietly as he could manage, avoiding eye contact.
"It's... I swear, nothin'-" Nightmare placed his thumb on his wet lips, shushing him. He sniffled again, audibly this time.
They needn't exchange words, Nightmare thought. He knew. Everyone knew.
He mindfully pulled him against his chest. His shirt could be washed later. He first had to make sure no further... Stupid decisions were made for the night.
The smaller wrapped his arms around his torso in return. He decidedly ignored any more sniffles, instead fixing up his hair into a ponytail so it wouldn't be too dirty from the tiles.
Once Shattered's grip loosened around him, Mare helped him up and outside. Killer's light up sneakers led the way for them, and they found each other outside and away from the loud music.
