Accidents Can Happen with chloeas

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He was cursing under his breath as he returned from patrol, an arm wrapped around his middle as he stalked off the elevator and into his penthouse. He had already flipped off his hood and the voice distorter on the ride up, and he pulled his glasses off, moving past the living room and heading toward the bathroom. He'd almost forgotten Chloe was there til he caught movement from the corner of his eye as he stomped down the hallway.

He unzipped his green leather vest, discarding it to the floor angrily and opening the medicine cabinet. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the bottle of rubbing alcohol.