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WHO: Raven, Bullseye
WHERE: THE PARK
WHEN: Post-Crow fight most likely… late at night… WHEN NOBODY IS AROUND O_O
WARNINGS: Bullseye being an ass
SUMMARY: Bullseye tries to pull a fast one.
FORMAT: WHATEVER

The same place, a later time. The pain was there again, and while he was most certainly an overbearing masochist, doing without it was much better. It increased his drive more. The adrenaline rush only lasted song long. Despite his notoriety, Bullseye like anyone else, eventually became exhausted. It wasn’t JUST the pain from the fight though. No, he could handle that. He liked that. The medication. The fucking medication. When was this going to stop? It was like being in rehab for something you didn’t even like to begin with.

This time around, he was in full costume. It was torn in various spots, most of the rips and tears inked with blood from wounds. While some of them were in the process of healing, spots of blood and pus were still seeping from others, especially the gash on his face.

Now he waited. One hand rested on a post of the garden’s gazebo, using it to support his stance.

Dumb bitch. She really was gonna keep this up? He didn’t get it. Sure it was useful, but it was starting to piss him off. Especially because he had the slightest inkling it was all out of pity.

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Raven wondered how long she was going to be able to handle this - sneaking around after dark, trying desperately to avoid any heroes that might come into her path. With every step she took, her thoughts seemed to repeat all over again. She was already lying to her team about so much, this was just another thing to add onto the ever-growing pile.

However, what else was she to do? The guilt of letting a man in obvious pain continue to suffer would eat away at her even more.

Turning the corner into the park, she immediately felt a very negative emotion hanging in the air - it was rather obvious of who it would be coming off of. She visibly cringed and hesitated. She didn't like feeling that sort of anger and frustration, especially when she was alone to face it.

Regardless she took a deep breath, stepping forward to the shadow of a man who leaned against the gazebo. She had best be on her guard...

And there she was. Again.

What a fuckin' pushover.

The expression on his face was that of a mix of bemusement and distaste. All in all, it was unreadable and could only conclusively be that of the true "face" of insanity. The rush of thoughts pounded through his head, worsening the pain. Dammit.

Bullseye didn't move. He didn't even budge. The only things that shifted were his eyes as they followed her upon his entrance.

"It's my fuckin' head again." Which, from appearances, didn't make sense at all, given his current physical condition.

She placed a hand onto the entrance of the gazebo as she stepped up into it, freezing as her eyes fell onto his battered shape. For a brief moment her eyes dilated as she stared, standing in place before shaking the shock off of her features.

She stepped forward warily, tilting her head just slightly in confusion. "Just your head, hmm? It looks to me as if you've taken quite a beating."

She paused only to make sure he was going to allow her to approach him.
"What happened to you?"

"Didn't take a beating," he snapped. "You should've seen the other guy." He went silent for a moment before snorting, hacking up a wad of phlegm and spitting it to the side. "'sides, it's none of your goddamn business."

Finally, as she approached him, he straightened up. He didn't want to be demeaned by her, and slouching over like an injured animal would only place her above him.

"Let's just get this over with."

She wanted desperately to push further, the first thing popping into her mind was one of the heroes now struggling on the street without anyone to assist them - perhaps even someone she cared about. However her logic screamed at her to not question further, and simply nod solemnly - so she did.

"As you wish."

Approaching him with even more caution than before she reached out a hand, however redirecting it to one of his more severe wounds instead of his head. Within moments she was once again inhaling quite a bit deeper than usual. "... I'm quite surprised you managed to make it here in time, considering your condition."

Bullseye scoffed a bit at her response. Was she really this whipped? The worst part was that he didn't even have to make an effort. She was just doing this for his own sake. He wasn't putting up an act or pretending, she was well aware there was incredible tension in this situation, yet she...

Frustration overtook him. Slowly, he began flexing his left hand which was dangling by his side. A small knife slipped out of a compartment near the top hem of his glove. In one swift motion he clenched his fist around the weapon, and yanked his hand upward, aiming for Raven's jugular.

"You stupid skank! I told you to fuckin' heal my HEAD!"

An immediate spike in his adrenaline, it was the first thing that met Raven's attention after taking care of that first wound. It didn't take a genius to know what would most likely occur next - she had made a mistake in trying to heal other parts of him first. He was unstable, however she had dealt with this type before.

At the first sign of any motion she vanished into a cloud of dark energy, appearing again right behind him mere seconds later. She continued to stay calm and collected, despite how much her mind had begun to race over this matter.

"... and what, exactly, were you hoping to accomplish with that? If I'm killed, who is going to continue to relieve you of your pain?"

Bullseye staggered to the side as his good arm thrust through thin air. His other arm was heavily injured from a deep gash, but he used it to steady his balance.

"The f..."

He spun around on one foot, facing Raven. Oh piss. So she could do that fancy little trick too? "I'll get over it and..." His words didn't finished as this only made his head throb even more, making all the other injuries five times as painful.

Instead of finishing his sentence, he wheezed. He hunched over, knees almost buckling. His expression twisted into one of sheer hatred, not due to her specifically, but because of the situation he was now in. He couldn't do anything.

She watched him as many long seconds passed, seeming to take on an uncaring and unemotional stance. Her chin lifted up in an almost haughty manner as she conversed with herself in her mind.
He had tried to kill her. Her! After everything she was risking, after what she had done for him. She was offering to heal him, to set him back on his feet and let him go about his life. She wasn't even asking for anything in return - not even turning him in for the killer that he was.

She should just sit here and let him bleed. Better yet, put out a call to one of her newer friends, and allow them to pick him off themselves. It's what he deser--- no.
She closed her eyes tightly and shook off the deepening voice in her mind. That would be what her father would want her to do. She was better than that now. She was her own person, with her own decisions... she had to be better than that.

She stepped forward, delicately placing her hands on his head to relieve the pain there, and stumbling back to catch her breath. The pain was always so intense when she took it from him... there was no way she could ever leave someone like this. Ever.

He waited for her to leave. In fact, he would have felt better if she had. It didn't make sense! Why the hell did this dumb broad keep stickin' around? She thought she was better than him, didn't she? His empty gaze slowly shifted to drill into her's, only to see that he was right.

Bullseye couldn't move. If he moved, he would fall over and he refused to do that in front of this woman. So he waited for her to take the goddamn headache away again. The throbbing abruptly stopped, and the only pain left were the searing sensations from the wounds, but he could deal with that.

He took in a deep breath and slouched against the post. One hand still clutched tightly onto the knife.

He didn't make eye contact.

"Get the fuck out."

"I'm unsure if that was a demand, or a slang term. Regardless I refuse to leave you here in this condition." her voice was smooth and steady, however it held a bit of firmness in it as she walked to him again.

"You know how this works, I help you and you go about your merry little way, owing me nothing. That is how it will always be." a flat, bold statement, but she meant every word as she crouched down in front of him, examining one of the wounds on his leg.
He could try to kick her, however she was quite prepared for his attack. She viewed his state much like a frightened, injured, yet deadly animal. She never knew when he was going to strike.

She was letting up. So there was a catch, not the one he expected, but a catch nevertheless. He wasn't going to be able to just use her and dispose of her as needed. In fact, she was going to stick around whether he liked it or not. Jesus Christ. This was the last time he was gonna' ask anything from this lady...

... But when it came to those headaches... he hated it when he couldn't think straight or focus. His entire being revolved around the idea of focus. Structure wasn't necessary. Hell, chaos was just fine and dandy. Focus though, he needed that.

This was so fucked up.

"I don't need nothin' else from you!" He snarled, swiping his hand forward in an attempt to backhand her.

She paused just short of attempting to help his leg, feeling the spike in his emotions again. She could simply teleport herself away again, perhaps even throw up a quick shield of dark energy - but there was no point. She simply allowed the hand to impact, inhaling deeply as she was sent stumbling backwards.

It stung, just enough for her to subconciously press a hand against her face to relieve it. Her eyes locked with his, this time holding a much less haughty look in them.
"... what are you afraid of? I don't understand. I'm offering you free help, and I'm willing to look the other way on your crimes while doing so."

Bullseye looked less than satisfied with the hit. In fact, he looked even angrier, but he couldn't do anything else. He never went down easy. It wasn't until he was incapacitated or brain dead that he ever actually stopped. He was damn near close to that point, but damned if he was going to let this bitch watch.

"That's the thing," he hissed, "There IS no catch. I thought that was fuckin' golden at first but now I get it. You feel sorry for me. You pity me. And that only pisses me off!" One hand slowly grazed over his belt as he spoke, brushing over a series of compartments for weaponry. So tempting.

"And that's what I hate about you people."

As his words sunk in, an entirely new emotion began to creep forward into her mind. One of irritation, with just a smidge of anger underneath it. How dare he... how dare he judge her after what she was trying to do.

Raven slowly lifted up to her feet, lowering the hand from her cheek to let him see the slight mark that still remained there. Perhaps seeing some sort of flaw on her, that he had caused, would aid in this. It was power struggle, she saw that now. He didn't want to feel trapped, powerless, he wanted everything to be on top.

"I am hardly doing this because I pity you, or look down on you in any way. If that was the case I would be promptly dropping you off at the nearest hero base and having them patch you up, then condemn you for your crimes." she huffed in frustration, and stepped quite close to him. She wasn't afraid, there was a limit as to what he could do to her, and she knew it.
"I have selfish reasons for doing this, just none of them involve you paying me off."

Well at least now he was getting half of a reaction out of her. That was somewhat satisfying. He eyed the mark on her cheek, and maintained his look of dissatisfaction. In fact, he wouldn't be satisfied until she stopped moving. Having somebody who had everything he stood against crouching down next to him and still talking, still moving, still breathing. His entire body went tense.

"Selfish reasons, huh? And what would those be? What the hell could you possibly THINK was selfish? You get off on seeing me kill people? Is that it? You can't do it your goddamn self so you keep making the booboos better so I'll just go out and do it more? Because of that's what it is, just fucking say so."

One hand closed over the holster on his gun.

His emotions were up and down, spiking like she had never encountered before - it somewhat gave her a head rush, however she kept coming close until she was a mere few inches from his face, staring up into the eyes behind the costume he wore.

"You would like that, wouldn't you - if I was just that dark? Unfortunately for you, I am worse than even that. You have no idea the people I have killed, the lives I have destroyed, the unspeakable acts I have committed against people I once loved."
She glared in warning, her eyes taking a black haze to them, "I am the daughter of evil itself, a demon child. You may try to kill me, many have, but I have always managed to make my way back. This body is just one that I have inhabited."

The slightest of smirks tugged at the corner of her lip.
"I may have even killed more than you in my lifetime. So you see, we have quite a lot in common."

Bullseye's hand wrapped tightly around the grip of the gun. It didn't make sense to pull it out now, not when she was this close. Of course, he'd done it before. Draw it, press it against her stomach, pull the trigger. It was easy as that.

"Worse?" He laughed the word out, clearly not believing her. "If you're so much worse, why do you think these so called "acts" are unspeakable? And if there are so many of them, why are you pretending like you didn't enjoy it?"

Bullseye grimaced a little and let out a low chortle, "Well inhabit this, bitch." Suddenly, he executed a quick draw, instantly firing as soon as it was pointed at her. He was relentless.

Her pupils shrank the moment the heard the motion - there was no way she could teleport or shield herself completely in such a rapid moment. But this is what he needed - he needed to be in control the world around him. It had to be a split second decision for her, something she was not accustomed to making anymore.

As the fired shot ceased to echo in her ears, it was replaced by a very sharp, stinging pain against her stomach. The shield of dark matter she had placed around herself faded away, revealing a tear in her sleek dress, and a bit of blood beginning to trickle from the wound.
She managed to shield herself enough to prevent it from going clean through her - that she was blessed by Azar herself for - however she now sported a fiendish looking wound across her skin. It would heal, and she would remove the pain at a later point before any of her team noticed...

But he had managed to harm her, regardless of what she had anticipated to be her protection from him. Interesting.

Despite the pain, she cringed up at him.
"I never... once... mentioned that I did not enjoy it while I was doing such things. So are you quite done with this little game?"

She didn't move. She didn't teleport. She took it.

Crazy bitch.

Or maybe she did have a weakness. Finally, a form of satisfaction washed over his face. Yes yes yes. He grinned slyly, pleased with himself. It was a start. Yet she kept talking, going on about this and that. He didn't lower his weapon, though the strength in that particular arm was weakening.

"You don't wanna know the 'end game' for me, toots. So tell me, if you didn't enjoy it, why are you tryin' to be a hero now? You can't make up for those bodies you took down. So why not keep goin'?"

The pain threatened to bring tears to her eyes, however she fought it back - whatever she was feeling now was most likely nowhere near what he was feeling, based upon the wounds she could visibly see. What a lovely pair they made - standing under a gazebo in a park, both bleeding and seething all at the same time.

"Call it... teenage rebellion, if you must." she cocked an eyebrow at him, still cringing just a bit despite her best attempts to hide it. "My father would've wanted me to destroy entire galaxies, entire dimensions at his side. He took pleasure in the misery and murder of others."

"Teenage rebellion? You're shitting me. My pops beat the shit outta' me and in turn, I killed him. You should do the same with your old man. But who am I kiddin'?" His finger hovered over the trigger.

"I'm givin' you ten seconds to get the hell outta' here. Ten seconds. Then I shoot and I shoot... and I shoot again. And I shoot until I've emptied this fuckin' canon in your head. Then you can spring up back to life wherever the hell you want in your next fuckin' body, so long is it ain't near me! TWO options here. Make your choice, slut."

For the first time since her arrival, a rather menacing smirk begins to creep all the way across her face, followed by a very light chuckle. The sense of evil was still as intoxicating as she had remembered it - and the things that briefly went through her mind --- no... she wouldn't do that. Not with him.

"How very kind of you."
She continued to laugh lightly to herself, pulling her hood over her head. "So be it, I will leave. But mark my words, when the pain returns and is slowly pulsing it's way through your very veins, you will be looking for me again."

Tossing a quick glance over her shoulder, she allowed the smirk to fall into a rather kind smile - whether it was legitimate, or to cause him more turmoil, not even she knew. "And yet I will still come."

Bullseye's lip curled up in disgust. For the slightest second, he'd seen a different side of her. Something more menacing, more intimidating. Then it was gone. Go figure. She couldn't hold up the act for long. Still, he was silent at her last words and it wasn't until she was out of earshot that he actually spoke. "Like hell you will."

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tipsy on winecoolers, that's what

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DAMN STRAIGHT

you can assume WHAT IS COMING NEXT and counter the attack or whatever he can't do shit right now

Oh I already had something planned for this.

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