#crimson reader

You smirked, setting the gun down.

"Aw, if it isn't (Hero). Fine, you caught me." You said, taking off one of your red gloves and tossing it to the side.

The electric lights flickered even more.

"Crimson, put your hands in the air!" (Hero) shouted.

You chuckled, looking at (Hero) through half-lidded eyes, taking a step forward.

You took off your crimson red cloak and put it on the empty chair, adjusting your scarlet red gloves.

"Hello, hello." (Villain) said, walking up to you with their hands behind their back. "You must be Crimson. A pleasure to meet you."

"I'm only here on behalf of Sunshine since they're sick." You stated, picking up the black briefcase. "Here is the payment. Now where's the file?"

"Not to worry, I have it right here." (Villain) said, bringing their hand in front of them.

In it was a simple file marked with several random numbers. You set the briefcase onto the table before swiping the file out of their hands.

"A pleasure doing business with ya." (Villain) said, opening the briefcase, eyes widening at the amount of jewels they saw.

"Likewise." You replied, opening the file and skimming through it, smirking.

"Holy shit, how did Sunshine procure this many jewels?"

"I did. They asked me for a favor and I obliged since I owe them. I have a special set of talents." You said, carefully putting it away in your dark red backpack.

You grabbed your cloak, looking up at the bright blue cloudless sky before putting it on. As you slung your backpack over your shoulders, (Villain) closed the briefcase shut.

"See ya later, doll." You sang, skipping out of the park.

(Villain) looked up abruptly, swiveling their heads to see you far away.

You set down the carton of milk back on the shelf, walking towards the back of the store. You tugged a bit on your red leather gloves, the electric lights flickering weakly up above.

Grabbing a bat from the sports section, you looked out the window. The night was beautiful, a splash of stars somewhat hidden from the grey clouds. There was no moon out tonight.

You continued walking, stopping in front of an unconscious (Hero). You frowned.

(Hero) gasped, coughing up a mixture of blood and water. They blinked a few times, their blurry, watery vision becoming clear. They could see the blue sky with it's annoyingly fluffy white clouds. In the corner of their eyes, they could see the dark green and brown pine trees.

They licked their lips, the metallic taste of blood strong.

"Glad to see you're awake."

(Hero)'s eyes widened, turning their head to the side. You waved your scarlet red gloved hand, going back to tending to a groaning (Sidekick).

"It hurts." (Sidekick) mumbled, teeth chattering as they brought the crimson red cloak closer to themselves.

"It's gonna hurt more doll if you keep on flinching." You quietly said, dipping the white rag into the rubbing alcohol and dabbing it on the bloody scrape on their cheek.

(Hero) slowly sat up, wiping their bloody hands with their tattered cape.

"What are you doing?" They asked, narrowing their eyes.

"Making sure y'all don't die, love." You answered, setting down the rag on top of the small portable table. "I'd hate to see you two perish."

"(Hero), just be grateful they saved us from the river and didn't kill us when they had the chance to." (Sidekick) muttered, leaning against the base of the pine tree and sighing.

"Why should I be grateful to some-"

"Choose your next words carefully (Hero). Don't make me regret my decision." You stated, standing up and walking over to them.

You sat next to them, rummaging around your backpack and taking out a small bottle of a glowing, green liquid. You opened it, putting the cork away.

(Hero) narrowed their eyes, a glare in their eyes.

"How do I know it's not poison?" They reluctantly asked, watching the bubbles as they sat against a tree.

"(Hero), it's just a weird drink that heals a lot of you." (Sidekick) said, picking at the dead bits of brown grass.

"And besides, even if I wanted to kill you, I would've just snapped your neck, doll. But why would I when I still have the benefit of hearing your pretty little voice." You mused, smirking and shuffling closer to them. "Now drink it."

"Fine, I'll do it." (Hero) said, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip.

It tasted of green apples, but in the form of fizzy soda.

"Finish the bottle and close your eyes. Sleep will hit you soon if you don't." You instructed, grabbing the rubbing alcohol and damp rag.

You took off the red gloves, placing a bare hand onto (Hero)'s cold skin.

"Tell me... Where is the weapon?"

(Hero)'s eyes flitted around the hospital room, the white hospital room, the white light somewhat dim and flickering. They slowed their breathing, heart pounding loudly. You were sat next to their bed.

You placed another hand on their face, leaning close to them. You smiled, lightly tapping their skin.

You put on your red gloves, standing up and entering the library. You walked over to an empty table and sat down, clasping your hands together.

A figure clad in black sat across from you, handing you a black suitcase.

"Is everything in there?"

"Yes."