( he's still high from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. natural adrenaline from the fight, not from the injections he has in his utility belt.
steps heavy from the boots he wears, he eyes dick through the black greasepaint beneath his mask, kicking one of the thugs down who tries to get himself up. out cold. )
What're you wearing?
( he's seen the others. they have suits. this? this is not a suit. this is him throwing on whatever he can to use as a disguise and call it a night. )
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steps heavy from the boots he wears, he eyes dick through the black greasepaint beneath his mask, kicking one of the thugs down who tries to get himself up. out cold. )
What're you wearing?
( he's seen the others. they have suits. this? this is not a suit. this is him throwing on whatever he can to use as a disguise and call it a night. )