ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛.....𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒. ❞

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[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

「𝑴𝒓. 𝑵𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆」

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❝ 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼𝑠 𝐾𝑒𝑦. ❞

⠀⠀ ⠀— Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ
⠀⠀ ⠀— Dᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ
⠀⠀ ⠀— Aᴜ Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ
⠀⠀ ⠀— Sʜɪᴘꜱ Wɪᴛʜ Cʜᴇᴍ
⠀⠀ ⠀— Mᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ Aɴᴅ Dᴀʀᴋ Tʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

"Good morning."

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

How curious...

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

An evening cup of tea.

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- bit of a closer look.

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

A disturbance?

He turned his gaze to follow the other, a shop down by the end of the street.

Despite the 'hero', New York was still riddled with danger, trouble that wouldn't sleep along with the city.... Most of it foolish little names trying to get bigger, -

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- but there were plenty who challenged at a higher level.

This time however, it seemed to be merely a couple of foolish men trying to make a quick buck... Fools....

He turned, stepping back into the shadows and soon, he'd be standing down on the street below for a -

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

worth....

The men in the background continued to work, though aware the head was now speaking to someone.

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

A brow arched, looking over the spotted intruder before him...

Casual talk for someone who was where they did not belong... He was either stronger than he looked...or a complete idiot.

Perhaps both.

"It is nothing that concerns you...." the whispers -

[💤; the spot. @ohnnses_holes]

delivery I mean. What is this —? looks important. . "

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- continued, shadows shifting slightly, "who are you to be so curious?"

The boldness allowed him to keep his head....for the moment. Though it was a fine lined peace, he didn't enjoy people stirring up trouble and if the other proved to be more trouble than he was -

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- commotion outside. It had nothing to do with within, but it drew him to the doors. The sound of a slight explosion, pieces of....confetti?

He glanced at the papers, before his attention was drawn along the street to an unfamiliar face in @BitchinQuinn .

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

Fingers adjusted the tie around his neck.

The sound of classical music played in the background, as it had during the unfolding within the club. Bodies littered the room, though most were still breathing.

He hadn't come for them , there had only been one that -

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- he had his eye on and now.... He picked up the sword that had been leaning against the table nearby, holding it out to a subordinate to take and clean... Turning from the scene, there was no longer a need to linger and yet...

He paused and frowned at a bit of -

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

ᅠ

⇢ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 ⇠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

♡ Fᴏʀ A Sʜᴏʀᴛ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.
↺ Tᴏ Hᴇʟᴘ Sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ Tʜᴇ Wᴏʀᴅ.

✉ Tᴏ Pʟᴏᴛ Iғ Yᴏᴜ Lɪᴋᴇ.

ᅠ

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

Things are lively this morning.

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- side loved and he....

A sigh, frowning slightly, before his gaze caught sight of @Queens_Native slipping through the streets below.

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

Darkness, the light snuffed out.
It was home for him, but also a prison... By now he knew well of the monsters that lurked both within it and himself...

A frown, eyes on the city before him from behind the mask. It was rare that he allowed himself to step into -

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- the open like this... Dangerous, but he could handle himself and by now the city knew it. He was a powerful threat.... Though despite his intentions, he didn't simply act on pure rage and distruction.

For now he was merely observing, looking at the city the hidden -

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- whispers started... A frown crossing his features.

"You should be careful who you attempt to sneak up on" his voice lifting, directed at the for the moment unseen @ohnnses_holes .

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

Despite the name his followers and he had gained for themselves, things were not as black and white as they appeared.

Even though he'd pushed the lines of what most others would call a villain, he didn't simply view himself as such. Their madness had a purpose, even if -

[ᅠ ᴹʳˑ 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒ᅠ @NegansDaemonium]

- the others could not see it. Though many would argue that all villains might say such things.

His men were loading the last of the supplies into the truck. He'd only been there to supervise a bit, adjusting the cufflinks on his suit... A pause however, as the -