โCompromise? The thing you want gone, is the thing I wonโt guarantee.โ
His fist was balling every time he pushed him, aggravating him more.
โI hear you, it ainโt registering though.โ
โLittle piece of good? Youโre 110% sure exists huh?โ
It was like a dance at this point, they argue, fight, nothing comes of it, no oneโs ideals rub off on each other.
โThat chunk of bad that was there for sure, wonโt ever hurt someone again, and their friends will know it too.โ
โYeah, maybe thatโs the real problem ainโt it?โ
Ripping the sunglasses off his mask to glare at him
โYouโre just that half measure then right?โ
โIโd say a pretty good โheroโ in my book if you were.โ
Just another โdaredevil half measureโ type to him, of course theyโre not gonna get along are they?
+scribbled into a note on the wall closest to her, a message for if she woke up before him.
[Coffeeโs in the cabinet. I saw nothing.]
Straight to the point, just how he works.
Frank, in fact hadnโt seen, while he didnโt wear his mask for anonymity, he understood she did, and had been actively avoiding looking at her identity.
He laid with his back to her, some of his โcostumeโ still on, showing their night had been anything but personal.
A note was+
+
confirms the reason her lenses aren't working. Her mask must have deactivated itself somehow. Maybe a button got pressed on her gizmo.
"Shock." She curses softly, struggling to move her arms to pull her hair back and put the mask back on. Maybe he didn't see..