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|| Long veteran writer of Prime - independently portraying his accurate growth.
Serious - Story Based.
MVRP - DCRP.
Friendly dependent.
"She's thorough, believe me," he didn't sound as upset as most would be about millions and millions of dollars going down the drain.
"But I don't need it anymore. Hell, if I had a dollar left to spare, I'd let you have it and give you a fond farewell like they do in the movies."
โYou, broke?โ
She snorted. Not even trying to make it sound demure or any of that shit. It was a guffaw.
โI thought you were sensible enough to keep a few stashes here and there? Or did your ex really find all your little rabbit holes?โ
@loverofthepast_ places, and has led him to meet such interesting people, just like her.
"The knife wounds should heal in hours...but bullets? About a day," he replied as if reading her mind. "And I wasn't followed. I made sure of that."
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๐พ๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐๐ผ- 19XX.
Deathstroke slipped inside almost unnoticed, his body had a way of doing such things, he was only seen when he wanted to be seen, and there was only person he wanted to see right now.
He knew where she was, he kept tabs, memorized-
@loverofthepast_ peeling apart the layers of body armor and mesh fabric to reveal the damage beneath.
Bullet wounds, shrapnel wounds, lacerations, the works. A typical day in the office for Deathstroke. The very thing he leaves his family for.
And it has brought him to such interesting โ
her schedule down to the minute detail thanks to his perfect memory. Barring any major issue, she should be right here he was expecting.
He was hurt, slower than usual, gunshot wounds still fresh and just at the initial step to healing.
Slade needed to lay low, and Lillian's-
"And you nurse me back to health every time. Hell, you don't even ask for anything in return. It's been a long time since you've owed me any favors, you know that, right?"
Lillian chuckled , soft but amused.
โ Don't worry about me or my girls , that is my job. Worry about yourself and your own people. I have seen you enough times stumbling through these doors hurt or barely alive. It's not an enjoyable sight. โ
โI'm hardly saying any of that โ she chuckles, hiding the smile with her hand
โ But I do not care what you do out there. I care what you do here, in my territory, around my girls and with my girls. And let me tell you Slade, you're not the worst man that have stepped in here โ