Novocaine
Wade snorted before pointing at him. “And than you come back with. ‘HEY! HEY! I’m driving here!’ I think we both know the means to the end on that one,” He put his arms out before looking down at the ride. “Though I wont ask what party you are headed to, looks like fun, but,” He stepped towards the man, throwing caution to the wind. It was like Wade didn’t even know who he was.
He looked down at the dent in his bumper before crouching down. “Damn, look at that ass print,” He giggled. “You are the first car I have seen all night, go figure I get hit by it,” He reached under the bumper before finding the dent and popping it out with one good push. “There.”
He stood up and looked at him. “Ignore the drug trip, I am sure you’ll find me a dream later,” He tilted his head to the side. Noting the tattoos, hair, pale skin. It was rather highlighting of the man, couldn’t miss that in a crowd.
Funny fella’
He thought to himself.
He tilted his pale head, tongue licking red lips,
Toxic-green eyes carefully examing the man.
He had a few features that reminded him of some assassin he hired waaay back in the golden days, the armor, the weapons, almost as if someone had an uncreative day and got away with it.
‘’ Well aren’t ya’ a P O O L of fun, indestructable and a car mechanic in one,
Tell me ‘boy, you aren’t from Gotham are ya’ ?’’
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