#v. assassin

[of-adherence-blog]

“Who did this?” - amicaux-laquais

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip

          ‘’ Why the fuck does it matter? ‘’

          Internally, did he want to talk about it? Yes, but would he? Well that was a clear no. Ja’far had built an iron wall around his true feelings and honestly? he thought he was too far gone to even be helped at this point. With everything that happened, the assassin cringed in thought and shook his head, there was no way he could speak of this– his reputation would be ruined; even just saying who it was.

[flingingwingdings-blog]

“Wait. Who are you?”

au version || accepting selectively 

“Who am I?” Dick asked, pulling a knife out of one of his target’s bodyguards and turning to the man in some sort of red helmet who had shown up moments before and started shooting his targets. “Who are you?” 

Without looking, he flicked his newly reclaimed knife at a guard who poked his head above a table. The knife embedded itself in the man’s eye and Dick spared a grin, still looking at the man in front of him. Brown leather jacket over black armored body suit. Red bat splashed over the chest and a multitude of pockets and holsters. And, of course, the aforementioned red helmet. Dick could tell this man was a trained fighter from the way he held himself, from how he prepared he was. 

Gunfire forced Dick to dive away from the strange man and take cover behind a table. A growl left him and he only paused a moment before leaping out and attacking. He didn’t like guns. Too loud, too impersonal. The shooter was down in a matter of moments and he stood, both hands on his dark-clad hips as he glared at the helmeted man. 

“This is my target. What the fuck are you doing here?”