It's been a while since you've come around
Who: Two-Face and Batwoman
What: A long-overdo confrontation
Where: A seedy bar in downtown Gotham
"And don't come back!"
Two-Face merely grunted in response, hands curling into angry fists at his sides. It was absolute bullshit, in his admittedly subjective opinion, that he had been the only one kicked out of the dingy establishment.
"The fucker's lucky I didn't bring my knife," he snarled, turning his head to spit on the dark cement walkway in disgust. Another late night, another asshole who just couldn't keep his hands to himself. Another fight that Two-Face knew he had damn well started. He had to admit, leering at the man's dark-haired companion and asking if she wanted to "ditch this loser" had kind of been asking for a fight. And truthfully, he hadn't been expecting to get away with it. He'd invited an attack, had been chuckling darkly even as he dodged the first blow, catching the man's fist and snapping it back with a sickening crunch.
Another set of broken bones simply because Two-Face hadn't been enjoying his liquor like he used to.
"Well fuck them," he growled under his breath. Maybe the next time he went looking for a fight he'd be able to find it before the barkeeper drew a damn gun.
"Two-Face." A soft, considering voice interrupted his thoughts. A very familiar voice.
You have got to be kidding me.
What: A long-overdo confrontation
Where: A seedy bar in downtown Gotham
"And don't come back!"
Two-Face merely grunted in response, hands curling into angry fists at his sides. It was absolute bullshit, in his admittedly subjective opinion, that he had been the only one kicked out of the dingy establishment.
"The fucker's lucky I didn't bring my knife," he snarled, turning his head to spit on the dark cement walkway in disgust. Another late night, another asshole who just couldn't keep his hands to himself. Another fight that Two-Face knew he had damn well started. He had to admit, leering at the man's dark-haired companion and asking if she wanted to "ditch this loser" had kind of been asking for a fight. And truthfully, he hadn't been expecting to get away with it. He'd invited an attack, had been chuckling darkly even as he dodged the first blow, catching the man's fist and snapping it back with a sickening crunch.
Another set of broken bones simply because Two-Face hadn't been enjoying his liquor like he used to.
"Well fuck them," he growled under his breath. Maybe the next time he went looking for a fight he'd be able to find it before the barkeeper drew a damn gun.
"Two-Face." A soft, considering voice interrupted his thoughts. A very familiar voice.
You have got to be kidding me.