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A laugh escapes the woman’s lips, dismissing his other words before she eyed his condition. He looked like he was having a rather rough night but there was a few customers who had complained about the odd fellow who seemed to have been speaking to himself and looking around as if someone was after him. She placed the safety on her small caliber handgun and placed it in the holder around her milky thigh.

she placed her hand on the table and became serious; “I don’t do things to scare people sweetheart. I do it because I’m not afraid to get my hands bloody. You are scaring a few of my customers though... so I’ll sit with you in order to draw less attention from you.” She sat down across from him, taking a cigarette out of the box in her pocket before lighting up, crossing her legs. “You got a name honey?”

    Send me ❧ for a text that was about your muse, but was meant to be for someone else.

–– ✩ ...Tim was going to kill him. Clark too, probably. Face to face with the fucking Joker, and all Kon could think about was how his best friend and father-figure(?) were going to lecture him afterwards. At least there wasn’t a gun to his face, or something.

“Uh, don’t think so?”

Recently they’ve acquired a strange obsession with cherry cola (and pepsi).