his bold senses are able to catch little details that would pass unnoticed for normal people. even in the fogged darkness, every drop of sweat, every anomaly in her breathing, every trace of fear is perceived.
he knows her. he knows the essential. she’s one of the reasons why the suicide squad exists. and it’s needless to say he feels proud for making her feel that way; pride that is presented in the form of a pleased twisted smile.
“ you’re invadin’ private property, girly. that ain’t nice. ”
private investigators aren’t restricted by the same red tape authorities are.
rules & laws can be bent, manipulated & sometimes broken outright. safety
nets are missing, though, which means she can end up in situations like this
without any backup or legal right. that thing staring her down might
just try to kill her, & it’d be within his right.
damn …
but being afraid doesn’t make her helpless. on the contrary, she’s more likely to
utilize her full strength under this duress. less prone to hold back, or pull her
punches. might be able to knock his head clean off if she’s got to. not that
she wants to, taking a life isn’t an experience she’s urgent to repeat. =
“ i’m lost. “
an obvious lie, delivered with purposeful fragility. now she’s putting on an act,
& she’s good. drawing all that fear up to the surface, tears welling in her eyes.
an attempt to play on whatever humanity he might have, maybe provide
a window of opportunity for fight or flight. “ p-please don’t hurt me. “