Beginning of career: a cutie pie.

90s: fucking handsome dude

Current: aged to perfection.

(if they ever invent time machines in my lifetime, I'm going to the 90s to beg Alfred for a chance lol)

god you're not wrong

I was substituting for the kindergarten class last week and they were asking me about my tattoos. One of the little boys pointed at my lantern and exclaimed BRAY WYATT!

Thanks for blowing my cover, kid. Lmao

oh no, they know you’re a nerd.

This job had gone sideways.

Not only had it been an ambush but the safe house had been found. You and Hellboy had taken a beat up pick up and driven as far as possible until clearance ran for an extraction point.

You’d both managed to find an abandoned cabin to shack up in and the stress and restlessness of the events had left you weak.

“Found some fucking signal finally and radio’d in our cordinates but we’re still stuck here for at least a day” You looked up, wrapped up in his coat and the pity in his eyes only cemented how truly miserable you must look. “I’m gonna be dead by then, I’m leaving you my record collection” He chuckled as he knelt down pressing his left hand on your forehead. “As tempting as that sounds I rather ditch the records and keep you” His hand felt nice on your cold skin, his knuckles slid down your cheek in a soothing motion. “There’s some tylenol in the supply bag, you’re starting to burn up” He reached over to grab it along with a canteen of water and offered it to you. “That’s not gonna be enough for you, Red...” He shook his head, making sure you swallowed the pills and had the rest of the water. “Gotta keep you hydrated at least until dawn, I’ll be fine” He sat down next you, helping you into the spot between his legs.

“This is going in the books, worst fucking mission ever” You rested against his massive chest, the vibration of his laughter making you smile weakly. His tail had taken to rubbing your leg as he pressed a kiss a top your head. “Mines gotta be that one time I almost lost my tail” You whistled and wrapped your hand the middle of his tail. “Now that would’ve been a tragedy, like this thing too much” You massaged the pad of your thumb gently and the shiver that left him made you grin. “Easy there, you’re sick and this place is filthy. It suck major ass to be horny on top of all that” You couldn’t help but laugh in between a fit of coughing. “Wake me up once the helicopter arrives?” You looked up at him, eyes fluttering closed. The exhaustion finally winning.

56:How many people have you fist fought?

I’ve been in one actual fistfight, in the seventh grade. The kid basically would harass me 100% of the time that he was near me, and eventually I just snapped. I punched him in the face six times exactly before looking up at one of my teachers like “okay, I’m done” while this kid is still punching me in the face.

Come here, I’ll adopt you into my squad! We’re too broke for concerts but we got everything else! ^_^