Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die

[ebony_mask]

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.

Comments

[terminates]

[ When he agreed to this little get-together, he was more than certain -- confidant, in fact -- that he would be in for an ear-full. And sure enough, Roman delivered. The past month had been unusually bad for him, obviously, and even though he wasn't exactly sympathetic, he still knew how to listen.

A glass of scotch in hand, his eyebrow quirks slightly. ]

Why Bruce Wayne?

[ebony_mask]

[He takes a sip of his scotch, then a drag on the cigarette, flicking the ash into a tray before answering.]

Oh, I never told you this one? Brucie and Roman were childhood "friends".

[Still holding both the cigarette and scotch glass, he makes air quotes with his fingers.]

Goddamn two-faced bastard stole my company away from me, made me lose face, I tried to kill 'im a buncha times, but it never seemed to work out.

[He shrugs.]

I DIDN'T SEE YOUR REPLY DX

[terminates]

[ ...This? Is what he calls irony. Not that it shows. Regardless of the things he's done, he still has some respect for the secret identity thing. God knows his life would have been easier if certain individuals hadn't come across his own.

Oh well. ]

Yaha seems to like him.

THAT IS OK I FORGIVE YOU

[ebony_mask]

[He gives a snort, his eyes rolling in their sockets.]

That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard you say, sunshine. Yaha's dementia is rubbing off on you.

<3!

[terminates]

[ His mouth quirks slightly, crooked and ironic. ]

Maybe.

He asked me to protect him.

[ So. dry. ]