[ He catches a vague sight of her silhouette, just enough of a beam of light stretched from the lamps to catch the contours of her shape, curves that indicate a woman even before she speaks.
The tight attire, leather with a unique reflective shine, and the cut of a dark mask adoring her face β a vigilante type. Jesus Christ, he thinks, the memories of Red's persistent chase still practically fresh in his mind. He hates the heroes, having to deal with him in the midst of preparing an attack; he isn't doing any of that now and he's still caught up in it somehow. ]
Oh yeah? Then what're you doing following me and my sweet pup?
[ He doesn't lower the gun β a precaution, though the careful way he aligns it, holding it raised to eye level, a steady wrap of his fingers on the weapon, it's easy to tell he isn't an amateur with it, nor that he's too eager to shoot just yet, even if he is inquisitive. ] Don't you got rounds to do or some shit?
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The tight attire, leather with a unique reflective shine, and the cut of a dark mask adoring her face β a vigilante type. Jesus Christ, he thinks, the memories of Red's persistent chase still practically fresh in his mind. He hates the heroes, having to deal with him in the midst of preparing an attack; he isn't doing any of that now and he's still caught up in it somehow. ]
Oh yeah? Then what're you doing following me and my sweet pup?
[ He doesn't lower the gun β a precaution, though the careful way he aligns it, holding it raised to eye level, a steady wrap of his fingers on the weapon, it's easy to tell he isn't an amateur with it, nor that he's too eager to shoot just yet, even if he is inquisitive. ] Don't you got rounds to do or some shit?