this place is a prison; these people aren't your friends

[wingedfreak]

open ▨ overflow ▨ inbox

Comments

@sigilos

[wingedfreak]

[ cont. ]

I'm serious
you're not sliding into death on my watch

[sigilos]

Wow, almost sounds like you'd miss me.

[wingedfreak]

not used to people giving a fuck? or just not used to them saying it?

[sigilos]

All of the above.

[wingedfreak]

then to be perfectly clear: I'm worried, and I'm going to help

[ Not up for question: whether or not Constantine wants help. Sorry. :( ]

[sigilos]

Figured you'd have better things to do.

@judgementcrime

[wingedfreak]

[ cont. ]

you have it in text, not sure why you'd repeat it

this town doesn't need extrajudicial entities calling the shots
literally or figuratively

[judgementcrime]

You think I need your permission to do anything in the first place?

[Rico rolls his eyes and tops up his shot glass. Really ruining the mood here.]

I saved a life and had a good laugh. I didn’t know you were going to crawl up my ass about it in full suit.

[wingedfreak]

our own cops are bad enough
I don't need to be fielding corporate ones too

you don't need my permission, but you don't want my attention

@mikoshi

[wingedfreak]

(( cont. ))

[ But otherwise, Bruce trusts V to do his job, too. With the guy's reputation, he can't afford not to. There might have been gentler, less questionable ways of handling this particular rich problem, but--well, this so fast. Not easy, but efficient. It's nice not to have to explain every inch of his tech to someone, nice to know that he doesn't have to slow his pace to keep his partner at heel. 

[ Nice to feel the anger roiling off someone else. It almost makes Bruce feel normal.

[ He's not normal. The reminder comes when the target recognizes him and beckons him (Bruce Wayne, did not know these circles of hell were getting so classy) past the bodyguard that just flashed a warning of a piece at Bruce from under his jacket. He's reminded of how much he fits here when his very reputation shears through the target's defenses, and suddenly he's tucked neatly in this man's confidences. He's one of them. That burns under his collar something fierce.

[ But it's efficient, isn't it? Gets him to the target, gets the target's hand laced around his side and settled in the small of his back, gets him offers of substances in various shades of white while he listens to horrendous talk. (Records it, feeding through the signals V has access to, faces and voices for tracking down later. Footage to review over and over...) When Bruce asks if they can speak privately, the target cuts through the throng like a hot nice. It's easy, isn't it? ] 

Back in boarding school, I always thought you were some kind of special-needs square. [ The target laughs as they pass up stairs out of sight, good for cover. ] And all the press about you, they really think you're some kind of shut-in freak, Bruce. I never thought we'd be the same brand of freaky. 

But if you're interested, I could show you a real party. [ He leers in the dark, turning to walk backwards as he and Bruce emerge onto an emergency exit stair. His hand, his sweaty palm reaches up to brush along Bruce's jaw, breath stinks like dry mouth and Ciroc, smile twitches at the corners as he tilts it up for Bruce's frown. 

[ It's so easy, like this. He wraps his hand around the target's jaw, bows over him like a gargoyle. The target chuckles airlessly as Bruce promises, no more parties. Time for the drop. ] 

[mikoshi]

[ If it were up to V, he'd kill every rich fuck in attendance. When their profits come from factories making weapons to carpet bomb peasants abroad, to steal their natural resources and their very lives, who gives a shit if they donate enough millions to have a library or a hospital wing named after them?

But V isn't calling the shots today. Got paid too much money not to. Profits he'll use to buy the same military tech these people peddle, but instead of turning it against civilians, he'll turn it against their makers. A fitting fate.

Or maybe that's just what he's telling himself to sleep soundly at night.

Can't figure where Bruce stands on the issue, what's his angle. A corpo with a conscience is exceedingly rare. Usually requires some sort of great trauma from them to see this end of the equation. V's was the usual—marginalization, social murder against those he loved, criminalization for daring to fight back—so much so it's a cliche. But what about Bruce?

The drop itself will reveal much. Methodical, precise? Or brutal, visceral?

V's breath hitches, the sound a clear hiss through their line. Kill him. Just get it the fuck over with. That grab to the rich fuck's jaw looked promising—twist with enough force and you can break the neck cleanly, send them off into hell before they figure out you've punched their ticket for them.

Gun? Knife? Or the most personal weapon of all—his bare hands? ]