The Wxnderer

“Oh gee, how much worse could it get death? “The man so flippantly replied to her, “ Don’t act like I had much of a choice.” He was a soldier, a guardian role that was as renowned and needed since they were savages crowding around a fire. His pride was curled around the whims of ARGUS and he could only try to make the most good he could muster in the moment. He saw the weapon and tenses for a moment, but the First-aid kit was a curious thing to bring out if she intended to kill him. “ Gotham, your home, it’s still America. You don’t seem to mind the rules. It’s a nice piece.” Strange still to see a witch with a gun. He did not answer her question and instead adjusted his positioning, looking out the window like he was trying to scan for threats.

a very of scornt thrieving laughter escaped her lips as a glare shot up his way, worse than death? this man clearly has never been in arkham. " maybe you should try arkham yourself for a week then. you know before you lock those up who saved your arse two days prior in it. or are you still Wallers little lap dog and here to get me? " eyes rolled back as he mentioned america, as usual. " you really still think I am american? i am polish. from a very old slavic line of witches. your Waller never had any right to lock me: first of all because I am not american and second of all because I am innocent but you knew that long before you met anyway. she saw a witch and she had to lock it up to feed her political agenda. who better than the magic hater Rick to lock her up in gottham right? she trained you quite well and now she wants you too as it seems. now would you sit down and tell me what the hell is going on? the gun if for possible intruders, you would be dead already if I wanted you dead. they can track my magic. I have no means to defend myself. nor to leave the country to get home. "