@90superboy
“you again.”
oh, dear. he doesn’t sound too terribly happy about that, does he?
“if you’re here to arrest me, i’m afraid to say i’m not actually doing anything wrong. this is an entirely legal venture.”
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@90superboy
“you again.”
oh, dear. he doesn’t sound too terribly happy about that, does he?
“if you’re here to arrest me, i’m afraid to say i’m not actually doing anything wrong. this is an entirely legal venture.”
@90superboy
ghoul is dying.
it's probably best to start from the beginning with this one.
the mob is still alive and kicking in gotham, and sometimes the exceedingly esoterically skilled (and severely unlucky) will catch their eye, to which they will then respond by offering their sorry targets an easy choice; be recruited, or be a stain on the asphalt.
now, that isn't always the case. sometimes, someone is just that valuable, and sometimes they're willing to pay them on the side. let them keep their freedom. but that's rare.
ghoul's first mistake is being exceedingly and esoterically skilled.
his second mistake is pure vanity, severely misjudging how valuable he is, and he is now paying the unfairly steep price in the form of choking on his own blood-- a few new holes in his body. ones that he can't feel. some are from bullets, some are from knives.
shock is a hell of a drug. shock is a hell of a drug, better than anything he sells. shock is also a last refuge against the ebb-flow of black swallowing the cloudy sky above him.
goodnight.
[ @90superboy ]
all he has to do is make sure he isn’t touched. which should be easy-- he’s been ducking reaching hands ever since he was a cute kid with bony cheeks, feathery hair.
“what do you want, superboy?”
it should be obvious, unless the sallow, unconscious bodies at his feet went magically unnoticed.
or the bottles of pyrophorics in his jack-’o-lantern, but. whatever.
“this isn’t your jurisdiction.”
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