Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die
Who: Deathstroke and Black Mask
When: 15 May, afternoon
Where: Black Mask's safe house bachelor pad
Summary: Rad bromance Sunday afternoon chillaxin'
Warnings: If anything, adult language.
[Black Mask is sitting in an armchair, his feet kicked up on a coffee table, and his tie loosened. There's a glass of scotch on the rocks in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other which he uses to emphasize his words when he speaks, a thin ribbon of smoke curling upward. He looks no worse for the wear, despite having come back from a brutal death, to say nothing of the arrival of Batman, Superman, and that rat bastard Wayne.
He points the cigarette at Deathstroke, the smoke jutting from the end of it before drifting lazily to the ceiling.]
If the Red Hood shows up, that'll be it. I'll believe the Core is out to get me and no one will be able to convince me otherwise. The fucking thing starts up again and out pops the Batfreak and Bruce Wayne.
It makes me fucking sick, Wilson. Fucking. Sick.
When: 15 May, afternoon
Where: Black Mask's safe house bachelor pad
Summary: Rad bromance Sunday afternoon chillaxin'
Warnings: If anything, adult language.
[Black Mask is sitting in an armchair, his feet kicked up on a coffee table, and his tie loosened. There's a glass of scotch on the rocks in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other which he uses to emphasize his words when he speaks, a thin ribbon of smoke curling upward. He looks no worse for the wear, despite having come back from a brutal death, to say nothing of the arrival of Batman, Superman, and that rat bastard Wayne.
He points the cigarette at Deathstroke, the smoke jutting from the end of it before drifting lazily to the ceiling.]
If the Red Hood shows up, that'll be it. I'll believe the Core is out to get me and no one will be able to convince me otherwise. The fucking thing starts up again and out pops the Batfreak and Bruce Wayne.
It makes me fucking sick, Wilson. Fucking. Sick.