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@jasonxtoddred ||

“I gotta say Robin,” Harley teased with a mischievious beam, pacing the man and swinging her bat. “You aged really, really good--if I didn’t already got Mr. J...I’d hit that.” She giggled, swinging at him and stopping at the last moment.

There’s a soft chuckle rolling off his lips,eyes focused on the male. Oh, how much he’d not miss his friend. So sad it had to end this way.

"Not yet, Jesse. Patience."

It was just like hunting, really. He’d caught his prey and now was playing with it until it would give up and die. Like cat and mouse.

"Soon, i promise."

It was that that did it. Patience. Patience.

He straightened as much as he was able, the blood and tears mingling as they dripped down his already stained clothes.

Kidnap/Torture (ish) Sentence Starters

Maybe. Maybe. He was done for anyway though, right?

God, but the waiting. The fucking waiting.

Jesse had decided the waiting was worse.

He let his head hang to the side, taking in the sight of the blood already splattered around him with surprisingly little care. He almost smiled. Reminded him of… Of a Rorschach test, like that guy… From that fuckin’ movie he’d seen what seemed like a million years ago… Watchmen.

He didn’t bother to look back at the other as he spoke, voice as raw as sandpaper itself.

    “Jus’… Get on with it already, would ya’?”

"I don’t think its supposed to bend that way      ”

He must have been in shock or something because he couldn't feel a damn thing - except for the panic rising in him as he looked down at his leg. Shitshitshitshit-

"Listen up,kid. Your momma and dadda are gone,went somewhere fuck knows. You better start listening already."

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