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Aug 5, 2017

Cat and Mouse: Chapter 15

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

It wasn't very often that you experienced a plot twist in your very own life. In the time Phil wasn't wasting running around the city as the Raven, he was often watching movies and tv shows. Occasionally there would be an episode with a twist so big, a moment so jaw-dropping, that Phil would feel it for days afterward. This felt kind of like that. Like he'd been kicked in the gut while simultaneously being sucker punched right in the face. In that moment, Phil wished he'd invented something that could stop time, as he needed a few minutes, maybe days, to just sit there and review everything that had just happened.

The Panther had tried to do something really evil, which was normal and also not at all surprising. And then Phil had actually silenced the Panther, maybe the biggest achievement he'd ever had against the other man. And then the knife guy, the Slayer, had shown up, which was both annoying and a nuisance in general, and things had gone to shit. Phil had tumbled off the roof, his wings ruined, and for a few, terrifying seconds, he'd thought this is it.

He'd wanted to clench his eyes shut, hadn't wanted to see himself meet the ground, but for some reason he couldn't do it. He'd kept them open, breathless, silent as he fell. And then, out of absolutely nowhere at all, the Panther had been there, falling next to him—holding Phil. Just like he'd teleported.

And then, Phil realized, he had teleported. And in his hand... in his hand...

"Get back here!" Phil shouted, scrambling to his feet on legs that felt like jello. The crowds around him was parting, naturally. It was something the city was used to. You got out of the way for the Panther and you stayed out of the way while the Raven chased him.

Phil's heart was beating an erratic, painful rhythm in his chest. Everything inside him protested.

It couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t be. But then, the proof was right there! And God, how hadn't Phil seen it before? Same height, same curly hair, just brown wisps above the edge of his mask. The Panther was so evil, and Dan so good, there was just no way Phil would've ever thought to compare the two.

The Panther was running oddly, much slower than usual. Phil shook his head, then. It was Dan, not the Panther, who was running weird. Phil gave chase, unable to keep his mind from wandering as he pursued... his boyfriend. And what was he going to do when he caught him? Turn him in? Kiss him? Break up with him?

He knew I was the Raven, Phil thought. He knew he was fighting me, I told him myself!

Suddenly, Phil was running twice as fast. He wasn't just chasing the Panther—law breaker, havoc wreak-er, chaos bringer—he was chasing Dan, his stupid, lying boyfriend. His childhood friend. His Panther.

God, had he had his power his whole life? Even back when Phil was friends with him? When he always refused to talk?

Phil stumbled, then, before regaining his footing. People were screaming and cheering him on all around. The Panther—Dan—darted into a random building, and Phil followed.

Was this why Dan had been mute back then? Had he known what he could do, what destruction he could manage, and tried to avoid it? If so, why had he stopped?

Angry and hungry for answers, Phil pounded up the stairs after Dan. He caught up with him on the roof, Dan limping in a half-jog away from Phil. If he jumped off the roof, well, not only would Phil not be able to chase him, but he’d also probably injure his legs even more, the idiot. With a last burst of speed, Phil sprinted forward, his hand outstretched—

Dan ducked, fast as always, even with his injury. He backpedaled away from Phil, his cat-eyes wide and darting, trying to find some way to escape. Like hell Phil was going to let Dan, the Panther, get away this time. This time he was going to win.

They fell into almost a familiar rhythm after that, and for a moment, everything felt normal. Phil wasn’t fighting someone he loved, someone who he thought was good but was apparently evil. He was just fighting the Panther, the genius Panther who somehow always managed to escape.

It was no surprise, then, when Dan expertly evaded every invention Phil aimed at him—after all, he knew about all of them now, knew how they worked and how to avoid them. This only proceeded to make Phil angry again, furious.

Phil charged forward and swung his fist, and for once, Dan was too slow to dodge it. It connected with his jaw, making his head snap in the other direction, and Dan made a low groan from the back of his throat, the only noise he seemed capable of producing, at the moment. Phil kept punching at Dan, who only seemed able to block a handful of them. But he didn’t fight back, didn’t try to hurt Phil.

Dan tripped and they fell to the roof together. Phil straddled Dan, pinning his hands down, glaring at him.

“How could you?” he demanded. Phil realized, abruptly, that he was crying. And how long had be been crying for?

Annoyed, Phil dug into his belt for the silencing device. He aimed it at Dan. He didn’t think before he pressed the button. Didn’t think about how he was giving Dan his power back, how Dan could persuade him, take control of him, do whatever he wanted with him. He just pressed it, just watched as Dan gasped, the sudden remembrance of how to speak invading him.

“Phil,” he breathed. And just like that, Phil couldn’t stand him.

“HOW COULD YOU?” he roared, and he slammed his fist down into Dan’s face, taking pleasure in the way his head whipped to the side in recoil. Dan groaned, and Phil yanked off his own mask, tired of the way it clung to his skin. He wanted Dan to see him, wanted Dan to see his face as he beat the everloving shit out of him.

“You bastard,” Phil whispered, barely audible amongst the solid and dull sounding thuds of his fists, connecting with Dan’s chest, chin, face. Finally, bloody and in pain, Dan managed to catch one of Phil’s fists, holding it away from him. Phil’s entire arm shook with the pressure he was putting into it, trying to punch Dan, to make him hurt the way Phil was hurting.

“Phil,” Dan breathed again, and even in pain, even with blood on his face, it sounded wonderful. Phil loved it when Dan said his name. He loved Dan, for fuck’s sake—so why did he have to be the Panther? Why did he have to ruin everything?

Before Phil knew it, they were kissing. He didn’t know who started it, didn’t know who was going to stop it. All he knew was that he was gasping into Dan’s mouth, the fucking Panther’s mouth, and Dan was clinging to him, his fingers digging into Phil’s back as he whispered his name over and over again.

“Oh fuck you,” Phil groaned. They’d never kissed quite like this, quite so intently, and of course it had to happen just after he’d found out his boyfriend was the one he’d been fighting all these years, trying so hard to take down, to beat.

“Phil,” Dan gasped, and he arched into Phil who moaned, grinding down into Dan, breaking their kiss and panting, their breaths mingling in the air between them. Dan was still wearing that stupid fucking mask, and it filled Phil with rage to see it.

“Take that thing off,” Phil demanded, and Dan slipped it off, no problem. Phil didn’t doubt for a single second that had he tried to take it off himself it would’ve stuck to Dan’s face regardless, with some stupid ingenious technology he’d created. Phil was angry—more than angry, he was pissed the fuck off, and he took it out on Dan, grinding into him so harshly their bodies were jolting against the concrete of the roof below them.

Dan’s fingers scrambled against Phil’s clothes. They tore off his ruined cape and moved frantically across the complicated buttons and latches of Phil’s suit, somehow undoing them all expertly. While Dan did that, Phil fumbled around Dan’s suit for some kind of zipper or something, but he couldn’t figure out how to take off his suit. And wasn’t that just a perfect metaphor for every fight they’d ever had? Dan, one step ahead of him, knowing just what to do and when to do it, and Phil, struggling behind him.

Except it wasn’t the perfect metaphor, as this time Dan helped him, undoing a minuscule button and then his whole suit was peeling away from his skin, rolling off him, and he was lying beneath Phil in just his underwear. An annoyed, disbelieving laugh escaped Phil as he examined Dan, two purple scars decorating his torso.

“It really was you,” he muttered, before ripping off his own suit. And yes, maybe that was a stupid thing to say, but even this whole time, a tiny, minuscule part in the back of Phil’s brain had still been hopeful. Maybe he’s not really the Panther, it had said, uselessly. Maybe there’s some sort of explanation. But here was Dan, decorated with scars the Panther had gotten not too many nights ago.

Phil pushed his annoyance out of his mind and into Dan’s body. It felt better this way, he could feel Dan better. No doubt Dan could feel the roof better too, scratching against his bare skin, but at the moment Phil couldn’t find a single dreg of him that cared. He tore Dan’s underwear off, swallowing Dan’s gasp beneath him. His boxers followed suit, and then they were both naked, gloriously naked. Half of Phil wanted to pull back and start laying into him again, punching his bare skin with his bare fists, but the other half, maybe more than half, was perfectly content just doing this.

His legs were sunken in between Dan’s, which kept spreading wider and wider apart as Dan bucked up into him, gasping and wincing and moaning. Phil sat up on his knees then, hooking his hands under Dan’s knees and pulling him closer. He was more exposed like this, his pert arse a few inches above the roof, held up thanks to Phil. He was resting mainly on his upper back and elbows, panting as he stared up at Phil with wide eyes.

“Suck,” Phil demanded, his voice almost coming out bored-sounding as he shoved three fingers in front of Dan’s face. Dan’s eyes widened but he opened his mouth, making a surprised noise when Phil quickly shoved them further in. Phil waited, raising an eyebrow, and Dan swirled his tongue around them, a blush prominent on his cheeks.

Normally, Phil wouldn’t let his first time with a new person be so… well, rough. In college, with every boyfriend and girlfriend, their first time had been soft and sweet, on plush beds with pleased hums filling the air and frantic questions and reassurances spilling between them. Now, all Phil really felt was angry, and inexplicably—horny. And Dan was here. And he was his boyfriend—though Phil wasn’t sure for how much longer.

Phil yanked his fingers from Dan’s mouth without warning, making Dan gasp. He then spared a second to circle them around Dan’s hole, feeling Dan tense a bit, and shoved a finger in. He worked Dan quickly, sloppily, almost. He stretched Dan wide, hardly trying to find his prostate. Now wasn’t a time for soft, pleasurable sex. It needed to be hard and fast, hot and sharp. By the time Phil had three fingers in Dan, Dan was shaking, one of his knees still held up by Phil’s hand, the other flung carelessly over his shoulder.

Phil spat into his hand, working it quickly over his cock, and lined up with Dan. He was about to shove his way in, about to fuck Dan into oblivion, when Dan gasped— “Wait!”

He had no choice. So wait he did, his cock in one hand, pressing hotly against Dan’s rim, while Dan looked up at him, wide-eyed—

“Fuck!” Dan gasped. “I mean—I mean, please wait.” Just like that, the weight was lifted from Phil, his body thrumming with energy he hadn’t known had been sapped. He felt ready, ready to fuck Dan so hard into the roof, but…

“What?” he grit out.

Dan bit his lip, his eyes darting from one side to the other. “I—I—”

“Dan.”

Dan heaved a deep breath. “Just—can you go slow?”

“What?”

Dan was blushing. “Can you do it slowly?”

“We’re about to fuck on a roof and you want it to be slow?” Phil said incredulously. For a bit it’d seemed like this, the sex, had been another part of their battle. Throwing punches one moment, fucking each other the next, so what? But going slow?

“Yes please.”

Phil frowned. “Dan—are you a virgin?”

“Wha—of course not!“ Dan replied, but he wasn’t really looking into Phil’s eyes anymore, not really. And he swallowed, a bit of a nervous kind of swallow, and Phil let his mouth drop open.

“You are!” he exclaimed. “You were about to let me take your virginity on a roof?”

And for a moment, it wasn't the Raven and the Panther. It was Phil and his boyfriend, his stupid, idiot boyfriend, and his heart swelled. He knew he shouldn’t love him so much, not anymore, anyway, but he just couldn’t help it. You couldn’t choose who you loved, couldn’t change it between one heartbeat and the next. And right now, horrifically, he was in love with Dan, the man who was the Panther.

“I can let you take it wherever I want!” Dan said furiously. Phil had already scooted away from Dan though. God, he’d stretched him so hurriedly, so un-lovingly. Dan couldn’t possibly have enjoyed that!

And suddenly, it wasn’t a fight against the Panther anymore. He didn’t want to beat the shit out of Dan, didn’t want to bloody him enough to make him see the error of his ways. He wanted to fuck him so good, so sweetly, that Dan had no choice but to become better, just so he could have a chance at having Phil again.

And so Phil grabbed his shredded cape, spread it out beside Dan with an expert shake, and flipped Dan onto it. Dan squeaked as he was moved, and he tried to struggle upward for a moment, but Phil just pressed down on his hips, carefully spreading his legs apart.

“Just relax,” Phil told him. And for a moment, it was like he was the Panther, the one capable of persuading someone to do whatever he wanted, because Dan went limp in front of him, spreading his legs even more. And then Phil was between them, one hand on Dan’s arse as he licked a smooth, steady stroke over his puckered skin.

“Phil!” Dan gasped, jerking with surprise. Obviously, he hadn’t been expecting that. And even more obvious, now, was the fact that he’d never even experienced any of this before. It made Phil want to do everything with him, made him want to make Dan feel good in every way possible.

So he lapped Dan, made him writhe and whine with his tongue, one of his hands having come up to cradle his balls, laying flat against the cape below him. Phil rolled them in his hand, his thumb stroking over them as he ate Dan out. His other hand was just stroking carefully over Dan’s side, feeling his panted breaths, his gasps.

Phil pulled up for air, moving his lower hand and slipping it inside Dan instead. Dan made a choked noise, squeezing desperately around Phil.

“You know,” Phil said casually. “For all the slutty shit you used to say to me as the Panther, it’s kind of hilarious to find out you’re a virgin.”

“I’m not—”

Phil crooked his fingers, angling his index just so, and… Dan yelped, bearing down on Phil’s hand.

“What the fuck?” Dan gasped, and Phil pressed against it again, rubbing against it now, and Dan was shaking, shivering under him. “Phil—oh my God!”

And then, as Phil’s tongue flicked against Dan’s rim, Dan cried out, squeezing sporadically around him and—

Phil felt his eyebrows draw together. He sat up, incredulous. “Did you just come?”

Dan was beyond embarrassed. The second Phil slipped his fingers from inside him, he sat up, his face flaming red. “I’m so sorry!” he gasped. There was a white stain on Phil’s cape, and Dan’s release was smeared on his stomach.

“It’s okay,” Phil hastily assured, drawing his eyes back up to Dan’s face. Mortified, Dan bit his lip.

“I can still go,” he whispered. “I—I want you to fuck me.” He laid back down, spreading his legs wide, and panted up at Phil. “Please.”

Phil could hardly deny that request. He smeared the mess from Dan’s stomach onto his fingers and then his cock, Dan blushing all the while. And then he was lining up, caressing Dan everywhere he could reach, and pushing in slowly.

Dan gasped, his eyebrows drawing in as Phil breached him, pushing in and in and in. Dan was good about it, and he was already stretched well too, and he even arched up a bit as Phil slid into him, until he was seated, Dan’s arse pressed against his hips.

“You’re—you’re big,” Dan breathed. He was staring at Phil with lidded eyes, his chest heaving, his hands scrambling against the fabric of Phil’s cape beneath him.

“Hurt?” Phil panted. Dan paused before shaking his head. Still, Phil took it slow. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, watching Dan’s face intently for any sign of pain. But Dan’s eyes just fluttered closed, his breath hitching the next time Phil pushed all the way in. Phil did it again, this time angled just a little bit differently, and—

“Oh!”

Smirking now, Phil did it again, and again, and then faster and harder. Dan was writhing beneath him, trying to fuck himself on Phil’s own cock, arching up and twisting his hands in Phil’s cape and tilting his head back as he panted, the long column of his throat exposed to the sky.

Phil could hardly help speeding up, going faster, but Dan didn’t appear to mind. He started whispering something under his breath. “Please, please, please.” And then— “Faster, faster, faster!”

Phil had to comply, not that he didn’t want to, and was going even faster, snapping into Dan and making him cry out.

“Harder!” Dan murmured, and then Phil was doing that too, his hips slamming into Dan’s arse, so hard it almost hurt. But Dan didn’t look in pain, he was just sweaty and moaning and shaking.

“Fuck,” Phil whispered. “Fuck, Dan, I’m close.”

And then Dan looked at him, his eyes open wide, and said, “Don’t come yet.”

So Phil didn’t. His orgasm built in him, up and up, higher and higher, but no release was forthcoming. The urge to come was so strong, almost painful, but Phil just kept fucking into him fruitlessly. He whimpered, thrusting so hard and fast that he surely could’ve came at least twice by now, moving like this, but still he didn’t. It felt like it was boiling under his skin, felt like it was about to burst through his very pores.

“Dan!” Phil cried out. “God—please Dan please, let me come, fuck!”

“Okay,” Dan breathed, but that wasn’t really a command, it did nothing for Phil.

“Dan,” Phil moaned. He was sure he was a blur, moving so fast there was no way anyone could properly see him. “Please!”

“Yes, yes, come Phil,” Dan groaned, and Phil cried out, snapping into Dan one last time and holding him close, holding him tight as his orgasm rushed through him, almost painful, his blood and bones on fire inside of him as he shook, shivered, coming deep inside Dan. And Dan was coming too, for the second time, twitching around Phil and holding him just as close, panting into his neck.

“Fuck,” Dan panted. “Didn’t mean—didn’t mean to persuade you, then. Sorry.”

“S’okay,” Phil murmured, and he pulled out of Dan as carefully as he could before flopping on top of him, covering his body with his own. They were both panting, both covered in sweat, sore and spent, but Dan breathed his name.

“Phil,” he said again, when Phil didn’t answer the first time.

“What?”

“What are you going to do with me? About the whole—Panther thing.”

“Deal with it later,” Phil decided, letting his eyes slip shut as he sunk into oblivion.

—

In the end, it was the morning’s breeze that woke him. Mainly because he’d never been naked outdoors before, and feeling a breeze on your cock was a bit disconcerting. Even more disconcerting was the heat of the body lying next to him, practically on top of him. He’d expected Dan to run away in the night, but he hadn’t, though maybe everything would’ve been easier that way. Instead, the sun was rising slowly over the horizon, and Dan was staring up at him, his chin resting on Phil’s chest.

“You’re awake,” he pointed out.

“As are you.”

Dan swallowed thickly. “You’re not gonna turn me into the police, are you?”

Phil felt a bit odd having this conversation naked, his cock flaccid and resting on his thigh, but then, he could feel Dan’s stiffy pressing against his other thigh, so he guessed it wasn’t too bad.

“It’d kinda suck to turn my boyfriend into the cops,” Phil admitted.

“So we’re still dating?” Dan said, sounding hopeful.

Maybe Phil should’ve thought about it longer, should’ve followed logic instead of his heart, but he said, “Well we just had sex, didn’t we? I don’t do that with just anyone.”

Dan’s soft grin was enough to shove any regrets from Phil’s mind, and he wrapped his arm, already feeling sore and dead from being lain on for so long, tighter around Dan.

“You’ll have to stop being the Panther, of course.”

Dan’s smile fell. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“What?”

“Do I really have to repeat myself?”

“How could you not be able to… not be the Panther?” Phil demanded. “Just stop blowing shit up all the time. Stop hurting people.”

“I don’t hurt people,” Dan said petulantly. Phil scoffed. “I don’t!”

“How’d you even—how do you control people, anyway?”

Dan looked uncomfortable. “Do we have to talk about this?”

“Yes!” Phil exclaimed. “My boyfriend’s a crazy, persuasive, evil-genius and I’d like to know how and why, thank you.”

“I was born with it,” Dan muttered. He pulled away from Phil, and the cold morning air suddenly attacked his side, leaving him shivering. Dan sat with his knees pulled up and his arms wrapped around them.

“You’ve been able to persuade people… forever?”

“It’s why I used to be mute,” Dan admitted. “I was scared of it.”

“And you stopped being scared of it,” Phil concluded. “And starting using it.”

These statements, obviously truthful, made Dan go on the defensive. “And what was I supposed to do?” he snapped. He laughed then, a hollow, fake laugh, and continued. “An evil power makes an evil person, it’s not so hard of a conclusion to draw.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Phil pointed out, and Dan glared at him.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he muttered, “to accidentally persuade someone, to realize—too late—that you’ve taken their free will away. It’s much better to do it on purpose. At least then I know what the outcome’s gonna be.”

“Or you could just—make amends,” Phil suggested. “You know, whenever you accidentally persuade someone. Probably the ‘not evil’ route.”

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t understand,” Dan muttered.

“I can try,” Phil said seriously. “But you have to try, too. You have to see things from my side.”

“It’s no use.”

“You’re stupid.”

“I’m evil,” Dan said, probably ignoring everything Phil was saying.

“Dan—”

“Did you know I persuaded you once? When we were kids? Well, actually twice.”

“I—what?”

“Yeah. You read my diary,” Dan was grinning, as if telling this story amused him, but it wasn’t a grin Phil was used to. It wasn’t one that Dan usually wore, not even as the Panther, when he was taunting and teasing Phil. “And you found out about my power—surprise! I couldn’t have that, of course, so I made you forget.”

“And… the second time?”

“That very same day,” Dan whispered. “Just for fun. I wanted to see your reaction a second time, so I let you read it again.” Phil was shocked. To think—all those years ago, before the Panther had even existed, he’d known.

“See?” Dan said quietly. “It’s no use.”

“You were ten,” Phil snapped, finally. Every ten year old made mistakes, every ten year old did stupid things.

“And now I’m not,” Dan said seriously. “And now I—I—”

“You blow up buildings,” Phil said. And then, after a bit of thought, “Empty ones. And… you hold babies.”

“What?”

“You hold babies. You fight a maniac who's trying to hurt your sworn nemesis.”

“Well, it was never very much fun when I wasn’t fighting the R—you.”

“Right. So, you use your powers. You do dumb shit, but—you saved Remy,” Phil said, with a sudden realization. “You saved Remy, all those years ago.”

“Phil,” Dan said, sounding solemn. “Don’t try to make me sound good. You’re only hurting yourself.”

“I’m not making you sound like anything,” Phil said harshly. “I’m just telling the truth.”

And then he leaned forward, kissing Dan hard on the lips. Dan gasped into the kiss, his hand tentatively coming out, resting gently on his arm, his fingers pressing in… and Phil pulled away. He stood, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on. He did the same with his suit.

“Think about it,” Phil said. “Think about being good. Doing good.”

“Phil—”

“Dan.” He leaned down once more, kissing him again because fuck, he couldn’t just not kiss him. His lips were wonderfully plump, his tongue so wary but still insistent, his hands possessive while still being hesitant. It was so obvious that this—all of this—was brand new to Dan. But he couldn’t just have it—not yet. He would have to work for it.

“We’re over, Dan,” Phil said, as he stood up. The look on Dan’s face, the wonder and hope, was immediately destroyed. “Until you learn to be good, that is.”

And with that, he turned around, yanking open the roof door and descending down the steps. It wasn’t as cool of an exit as diving off the roof and flying away would’ve been, but his ability to do so had been gloriously ruined the previous night.

—

Dan was—possibly—in a state of shock. He’d managed to make it home, at least, but he’d forgotten a few things. Mainly his underwear, which he’d realized not long after. And his legs had still hurt magnificently from that landing he’d done with Phil, as well as his arse—also because of Phil—but Phil had left behind his ruined, soiled, cape, and inside of one of it’s pockets were more healing pills, which Dan had gladly helped himself to.

And for the past, oh, several hours, he’d been laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. In a single night he’d been discovered as the Panther, beaten bloody, lost his virginity, and broken up with. Not to mention the fact that Phil had found out about his power, again, but reacted much better this time.

Instead of looking horrified and scared—well, he’d seemed to think it didn’t even matter. He’d acted like Dan could be good despite that. Sure, Dan had thought so himself as a kid, but hadn’t he proven himself wrong many times since then? There was no way Dan could be the good guy.

With a sigh, Dan reached over to his bedside table, flicking on the radio beside him, trying to fill the silence. He curled around his pillow, huffing out a sigh. It took a while before he even tuned into it, but when he did…

“…several have been injured in the activities here tonight, folks, and it’s been confirmed that already two have been killed by this tragic turn of events. Who is this man? Is he in league with the Panther? What is his goal?…”

The reporter continued, throughout bursts of static, but Dan was already sitting up, his heart pounding. Could it be…?

“…he seems to have deadly aim, his knives easily seeking their targets…”

Dan didn’t know what he was doing. But before he knew it, he was decked out in his gear and running to the roof of his building, sprinting through the city as he was used to doing. It didn’t take long to find the commotion, all he had to do was follow the sirens, the screams. He could hear them well enough.

And there he was—the Slayer. Or Carl, as Dan had always known him. He still didn’t understand how Carl knew he was the Panther, or was able to find him so easily, or was so skilled at throwing knives. But he did know that Phil had almost died because of him and that he was sick of this guy, and that maybe it was all his fault anyway, having silenced him so many years ago.

So Dan jumped from the roofs, his newly healed legs barely aching when he landed on a car mere feet from the Slayer. The crowd screamed, terrified to see him. He felt himself grin—it felt like home.

“Hey knife guy!” Dan called. The Slayer turned to him, and Dan whipped one of Phil’s inventions out of his belt. He fired it, watching as little bug-like inventions shot and clung to him, momentarily sending electricity through his body.

“…and it’s unbelievable folks! It seems the Panther is fighting this madman, this—knife guy! Is he on our side, tonight?”

Again, Dan grinned. Perhaps he could get used to this.

next chapter (when available)

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