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         ❝ You got a better fashion sense than most superheroes
            tend to have. The outfit’s not THAT corny. ❞


                ░ ▹ . fastiisms ◃  ░ 💬

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         ❝ So, what? You supposed to be a fruit bat or a vampire
         bat or something else entirely? ❞


                ░ ▹ . yellowiinged ◃  ░ 💬

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         ❝ Are we really gonna do this? You just can’t leave
            things be that can’t be undone? ❞


                ░ ▹ . callstheshxts ◃  ░ 💬

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         ❝ I don’t think I have to explain either WHY I’m here,
WHAT I just did, or WHY I did it to you. ❞


                ░ ▹ . hawkseyes ◃  ░ 💬

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         ❝ Wanna try shooting me out of the sky again? ❞

    If he was being honest, flying through the city wasn’t the
    best way to go. Even in the dark, he was still a large and
    moving shadow. That didn’t mean he liked having to dodge
    incoming bullets.


                ░ ▹ . gunsandhoods ◃  ░ 💬

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        ❝ Okay, WOW.  You caught me fair and square. Here,
             take it back. No wrist B R E A K I N G will be needed.  ❞

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        ❝ You would have been more subtle if you shouted in
            my ear that you were taking it. ❞

    Not necessarily, but he was hyperaware of certain things.
    And being touched was one of those examples. Fingers
    let go of the wrist and he pocketed his wallet.

        ❝ Guessing I’m not your only target for the night. ❞

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           ❝ You may wanna rethink your grasp on my wallet.
              Y’know, before I break your wrist. ❞


                  ░ ▹ . ofconflict ◃  ░ 💬

bishop.

inawordtrouble:

  there’s a really good chance that not
  paying attention and running right into
  people while on patrol is literally going
  to kill her one day.

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     ❝ ah shit! 

  she’s more worried about dropping her
  bow than finding out who she ran into,
  but don’t worry, it’s nothing personal.

  One of the few nights that he doesn’t have
  a contract to fill, someone’s gotta ruin it. He
  just can’t have one night of solace without
  someone knocking into him on the roof of
  his apartment building.

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            ❝ Watch where you’re going! ❞

  As if she was anyone else on the street. Only
  they were a good couple stories above the
  road and she was in some getup that - shit.
  One of the junior superheroes.

          ❝ What are you doing up here? ❞

patriot.

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      “I took a guess. Nope, but I figured you at
       least have a conscience.” There’s a tick
       to his jaw while the corners of his mouth 
       dipped down, glancing at the poor soul
       crumpled in a limp heap. Slowly he 
       turned over the body with his foot, 
       kneeling down to search their
       pockets until he found a wallet and 
       quickly searched through it. 

       “Lena Sol, twenty five, married. From these
       pictures I’m guessing she was a mother to
       two kids.” A glance is spared upward, searching
       the other’s face. “Maybe you should start
       asking these questions.“

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       ❝ I have one. His name’s Jiminiy Cricket and
       he sits on my shoulder and tells me when he
       thinks I’m doing something wrong. ❞ It’s tempting
       to say that he locked him in a cage and starved
       him to death but he refrained. Instead watching
       as the wallet was pulled out and the identity was
       given. And, surprise surprise, no remorse was
       felt.

       ❝ I don’t go into these jobs blind. She was caught
       embezzling, selling company secrets, and getting
       on the wrong side of powerful people. When they
       confronted her, she threatened to cause a scandal.
       If not me, someone else would have done it. Least
       I pocket the cash. ❞ Her death was quick and most
       likely painless as well, but he didn’t feel the need
       to mention that.

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patriot.

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           “Doesn’t matter if they do it or not. A 
            line needs to be drawn somewhere.” 
            God, when did he become Mr. Morality? 
            Patriot’s gaze swept briefly over the scene 
            while he inwardly cursed. “Right. You only 
            shatter people’s collarbone on special occasions.
            What this guy do anyway?”

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       ❝ You know what I do for a living, right? Does
       moralizing sound like something I’m prone to? ❞
      Arms crossed over his chest, shoulders shrugging
      when he was asked what the guy did. ❝ Personally?
      Nothing. He was just a contract. ❞
WAS.

(Source: miisguidcd)