Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.
Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst
Note: (Y/A) = your alias
“We have to–”
Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.
“He will escape!”
“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”
This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.
You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.
Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.
You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.
Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.
You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.
You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.
You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?
“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”
“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.
“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.
“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”
He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.
“You’re a good liar.”
“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”
He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.
“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.
You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”
Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.
You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.
“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.
He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”
“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”
He didn’t even blink.
You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”
His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.
Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.
His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.
You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.
He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.
You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.
You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.
“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.
“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.
“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.
“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”
Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.
“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.
“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”
“I– Same, but we have to.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”
“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”
You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.
“We copy, Batman. Sup?”
_____ While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two.
» part two is up
Bullets rang around you as you sprinted down a corridor towards a closing metal door. You dove through, rolling to your feet on the other side. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled when you saw the men chasing you disappeared behind the closing door. The door sealed behind you.
“I’m in,” you spoke into the comlink as you surveyed the room. Finding a control panel, you attempted to hack the building’s computer system.
A chuckle sounded from the other end of the comlink. “I never doubted you for a second.”
“Sure you didn’t, Lover-boy,” you teased, grinning at the chuckles buzzing in your ear. “How are you doing with the mercenaries?”
“Oh, we’re having a party out here,” he replied. The faint sound of gunshots echoed through the com. You frowned when you didn’t get another answer.
“Jason?” The panic made your voice crack. Time stopped as you waited for a reply.
“I’m still here, Sweetheart.” You sighed as Jason’s husky voice filled your ear. Even after all this time, your heart still fluttered at the sound. “One of these idiots just shot himself.”
You snickered, finishing your hacking. Sticking a flash drive into the terminal, you started downloading the information. You and Jason had accepted a contract to collect data on Black Mask’s movements through the western part of the United States. The two of you were currently in one of Black Mark’s main warehouses in Las Vegas. “I’ve started the download.”
“Good,” Jason grunted. The sound of a punch came through the com. “I might need your help out here. More mercenaries showed up.”
“I’ll come when I can,” you replied. You hacked into the security cameras to find out where Jason was. When you found him, you winced at the number of new mercenaries attacking Jason. He was holding them off, but you knew he would need your help to take them down.
The terminal beeped, the download was finished. You took the flash drive out, slipping it safely into your pocket. Taking out your own gun, you shot the terminal to erase your tracks. Once it was destroyed, the sealed door reopened to reveal the men who you had trapped outside. They raised their guns at you.
“Nice to see you again, Boys,” you greeted cheerfully, swinging into action. The men were down in five seconds flat. You sprinted back down the corridor towards a glass window. Shooting out the glass with your gun, you leaped through the window to land a flying kick to one of the mercenaries attacking Jason.
“Hello Sweetheart, it’s nice of you to drop in,” Jason flirted as you joined him in the battle. The two of you fought seamlessly together.
“I was in the neighborhood,” you mused, punching a mercenary out cold. You flipped over Jason to perform a high kick on another one.
a non-exhaustive list of photos that go up on the wall in the foxhole court lounge before neil josten graduates:
nicky and aaron and kevin jammed into one side of a fast food restaurant booth at 3am on new years day, eating burgers while looking varying stages of wasted (taken by an amused dan from the next booth over, from between neil and andrew’s heads)
renee alone, an artistic shot that captures the light in her hair, turning it into a proper rainbow, and the gilded line of her jaw and cheek (everyone thinks it was taken by dan. it was allison)
aaron and katelyn together, aaron’s expression so quiet and so, so light as he looks up at her where she’s perched on a table looking back (taken by allison, who knows what it means to be a pretty girl who loves someone all broken inside. she’s not jealous that katelyn has better luck than her - she’s, in a strange way, proud)
kevin and wymack talking on the sidelines, serious as always, taken to catch wymack’s attentively bowed head and the considering light in kevin’s eyes (you better believe dan took that one)
neil lying back against andrew’s side, andrew’s arm hooked over his shoulder and his hand splayed loose and easy over neil’s chest while he stares out the window, neil’s chin on his chest as he sleeps, taken on a long bus ride home (taken by renee. andrew knows it was her - she took him turning his face away as the tacit permission it was)
dan and matt kissing and grinning and kissing, helmets under arms, at the end of dan’s last practice before the penultimate game of her final season as fox captain (taken by renee from the bench, with a smile on her own face)
the entire team with the trophy, the one that proves them better than a one-shot wonder after all (taken by katelyn, heart so swollen with pride she can barely swallow)
the girls arm in arm, dressed in fox orange, all grinning after their graduation ceremony in abby’s backyard
the aftermath of that, where matt bounds in behind them and hugs the three of them at once so they’re all in various stages of open-mouthed yelling and laughing (both taken by a gruff but impossibly proud wymack)
matt bent over to talk to neil on the court, their height difference comical (a sports photographer took that one, but nicky’s the one to put it on the wall. neil is bemused)
nicky and erik, from his surprise visit during the last games of the fall season, where nicky has obviously been smiling (taken by neil, at nicky’s request but without complaint)
andrew’s profile and neil’s face in focus, capturing the intensity with which he looks at andrew - more open than he would have known how to be a few years back, and just a little soft (taken by nicky. fair’s fair)
neil alone by the whiteboard in the lounge, arms crossed and mouth open as he lectures the freshman (read; tears them to pieces) as their captain (taken by matt, who admires neil’s ability to verbally destroy people)
kevin and neil talking to the press, in gear but with their helmets off. kevin smiling (they won), neil’s eyes cool and serious (a press shot that nicky cut out and put up. kevin likes that they look like professionals in it, and likes having neil josten beside him)
kevin and wymack at his graduation, heads together. kevin’s smiling (taken by neil because kevin as a human belongs to the foxes, and belongs on the wall)
matt in the jersey of his new pro team under his graduation gown, posing like a superhero with an arm thrown over his head (taken by neil, laughing)
matt and nicky grinning with the ocean in the background, arms over shoulders (taken by dan on their group trip to california - there’s blurs in the background that would, with a sharper focus, resolve into a sunburn-victim neil, a black-clad arm belonging to andrew, the back of kevin’s head, and the irrepressible and smiling jeremy knox, their guide for the day)
andrew leaning against the driver side door of the maserati in an undisclosed location, staring into the camera like he’s challenging the man behind it (neil. it’s neil)
Please consider Maine and Wash’s primary form of affection is them knocking their helmets together. That’s it. All suited up and ready to get dropped and because of their height difference either Maine slouches a few inches to nudge Wash a few times or Wash strains on his tip-toes until his head makes a thunk against Maine’s. It started as a bit of a joke but they ended up really liking it and sometimes Maine makes a special effort to get their visors to collide because it makes a weird squeegee noise that Wash thinks is hilarious.
You looked yourself up and down in the mirror. You looked hot and you knew it. The red dress clung to your curves and your hair was curled to perfection. It had been a while since you had dressed yourself up for a date. You had recently broken up with your boyfriend Chibs and you felt the need to start moving on. It had been a four months and you were sick and tired of moping and crying around your apartment. You decided Tinder was the best option for you and you had found several guys that piqued your interest. You were going on a date with a guy named Jared in his mid twenties. You decided it’d be best to start dating guys in your age range seeing as Chibs was so much older than you. You couldn’t shake the guilty feeling from the pit of your stomach. You felt like you were betraying Chibs somehow. You shook your head in an attempt to get that thought out of your mind. Chibs was probably fucking other girls by now and you needed to stop thinking about him. Your phone buzzed and you saw a text from your date telling you he was outside. You grabbed your purse and headed downstairs to his bright red sports car. You climbed in the front seat and was taken aback by how handsome this guy was. His black hair hung in his face and his eyes were a bright piercing blue. He was dressed in a navy suit with brown shoes and his smile was cheeky.
“Nice car.” You smirked, leaning over to kiss Jared on the cheek.
“Matches your dress perfectly.” Jared replied, looking you up and down.
Jared began to drive in the dark streets and you could feel the sexual tension bloom. You knew that this wasn’t going to be the greatest love of the century, but you at least wanted to see his penis. You couldn’t deny how hot Jared was and you found yourself not thinking of the Scotsman.
Flirty banter and witty conversation filled the silence alongside the sound of slow R&B music and your laughter. You felt wild, free and sexy. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this way. The car pulled up outside of a fancy looking restaurant and Jared stepped out of the car quickly to help you out. He held your hand as you walked up the stairs and he threw his car keys at the valet attendant. You felt wooed by his charm and his flashy antics. You were sat by the attendant at a specially laid table overlooking a harbour view. It was spectacular and breathtaking and you couldn’t believe that this was all because of Tinder. Jared looked at you more than the menu as you glanced at the expensive options. You suddenly felt uncomfortable at the prices. You didn’t have this much money and you felt incredibly guilty for not being able to pay your share.
“Um, Jared?” You said, clearing your throat. “I, um, don’t have enough money to pay for this."
Jared’s blue eyes softened as he gazed at your embarrassed face. ”(Y/N), there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m taking you out for a date, this is all on me.“ His hand disappeared under the table and his long fingers grazed your exposed knee. "You get whatever you like."
You felt like a princess and suddenly felt silly for thinking he’d expect you to pay. It was evident that he was trying to show off his money and you were happy to let him. You bit your lip and continued to study the menu.
The dinner was going smoothly, you were drinking expensive champagne, talking about life and exchanging flirty touches. "So tell me (Y/N), what’s a stunning girl like you doing on an app like Tinder?” Jared chuckled, taking a sip of champagne.
You felt your cheeks flush. “Do you want the real answer or the generic one?"
"Now I wouldn’t have asked if I wanted a fake answer now would I?” Jared replied, cocking his eyebrow.
You knocked back the remaining champagne in your glass before continuing. “I broke up with my long term boyfriend four months ago and I decided it was time to get back on the horse."
Jared nodded. "Interesting. How long were you with the guy?”
“A little over a year. The age gap really set us apart after a while.” You gulped.
“How big was the age gap?"
"A little over fifteen years.” You winced. Usually the age gap didn’t bother you but somehow saying it out loud made you cringe.
“Well shit.” Jared laughed. “Didn’t know you had a thing for older guys."
You shrugged. You really wanted to stop talking about Filip. "I don’t. I much prefer guys my age.” You ran your foot up Jared’s inner leg, hoping to distract him. Your eyes met and shared a glance of flirtatious lust.
Jared licked his lips. “Maybe we should go back to my place for a night cap?"
You smirked. "If we can make it back there."
You stood up and began to saunter away. The valet attendant informed the two of you that the car was parked in the basement and the two of you headed promptly to the elevator that would take you down to the basement. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You walked in and leaned against the back wall, watching Jared walk in with glazed eyes. He immediately launched at you as the doors closed, grabbing your face with his hands and securing his lips to yours and pressing his already hard crotch against you. Your tongues fought passionately and your fingernails clawed through Jared’s perfectly gelled hair. You moaned in his mouth, feeling his hands move from your hair to your ass, squeezing it firmly. The elevator dinged once more and the doors opened. You stepped out first, recognising the red sports car, and also recognising a bike next to it, and the person atop the bike.
You stopped in your tracks and confused Jared. His hand flew to your shoulder and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"What’s wrong?” His warm breath made you shiver but also made you feel calm.
“That’s my ex.” You replied.
You were confused and scared. You knew that Chibs wouldn’t hurt you, but you didn’t know what he’d do to Jared. You wished you hadn’t gone on this date and you felt like crying. Anger began to bubble in your stomach as you quickly snapped out of your depressive mindframe. Who the fuck does he think he is? You began to storm over to the motorbike, Chibs sitting silently, pretending he couldn’t hear anything.
“Filip fucking Telford what the fuck are you doing here?!” You shrieked, pushing Chibs with all your force.
Chibs turned around slowly, a look of indifference on his face. “Sorry lass, did I ruin your hot date?"
Your teeth clenched down as you looked at the menacing glint in his eye. You weren’t letting him win this one. You placed your hands on your hips and scoffed at him. "I can’t believe you. How did you even know I was here?"
Chibs shook his head and stood up, only slightly taller than you in your stilettos. "You forget I have eyes and ears everywhere don’t ya lassie? You think I was going to find out that you were fucking the newest member of Darby’s meth slinging cronies?"
You gasped and turned to Jared who’s face had turned into a more menacing glare. The cogs in your brain ticked over as pieces of the jigsaw clicked into place. "You knew I was his old lady didn’t you? No wonder you have all this money you prick.” You almost yelled, striding powerfully toward Jared but Chibs’ leather covered hand pulled you back.
“Break the woman, break the man. Isn’t that right Scot?” Jared sneered, looking at the two of you in disdain. “This won’t be the last you’ve heard of me. This is just the beginning (Y/N).”
Your breathing increased in fear as your mind raced over the threat Jared laid before you. You felt so incredibly stupid for every decision you had made that night and you just wanted to go home and go to sleep. Jared’s red sports car racing out of the dingy basement didn’t phase you as you stood motionless, looking blankly at Chibs.
“Take me home.” You whispered, kicking off your shoes.
Chibs silently handed you his helmet before kissing the top of your head. He knew you were going to fight him in the morning but he didn’t care. You helped you onto his bike and he roared the Harley to life, roaring out of the basement.
You unlocked the door to your apartment with shaky fingers, feeling incredibly unsafe knowing that Jared could turn up anytime. You flicked on the light of the living room and threw your shoes on the floor next to the door. Chibs followed you silently as you walked to your bedroom. You tied your hair in a bun and stripped out of your dress, exchanging the tight fabric for the relieving comfort of an oversized sweater.
“You can sleep here tonight.” You said to Chibs. “Couch or the bed, it’s up to you.” You felt so defeated and fearful in this moment. You were in a shock-like state, not comprehending what had happened to you.
“I’ll take the bed.” Chibs replied, stripping off his leathers.
You chewed your lip, looking off into the distance as your brain conjured up every possible scenario of what Jared could and would do to you. You knew Chibs and the Sons would protect you but for how long? You weren’t Chibs’ old lady anymore and you weren’t even sure if you wanted to be. You felt Chibs sit down next to you and place his hand on your shoulder.
“(Y/N) tell me what’s going on in that head.” He pressed, wanting to know what was plaguing you.
“He knows where I live Chibs.” You whispered, tears filling my eyes. “This is only the beginning."
Chibs pulled you into his chest and caressed the side of your face. "He won’t get ya, I promise with me life. He’ll have to kill me before he even looks at ya."
You felt comforted by his words. You always knew that Chibs would lose his life for you but you didn’t think it would ever come to that. You wanted him to protect you and to hold you and to love you but you didn’t know how to let him. You always remained closed to him and you didn’t want to do that anymore.
"I’m sorry that I went out on a date.” You said.
“Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Chibs soothed, rubbing your arm.
“I’ve done you so wrong. I’m sorry for being a terrible girlfriend.” You apologised tearfully. Chibs deserved the world and you gave him hell.
“I’ll always be here for you love, you know that. You can’t get rid of me.” Chibs chuckled. “I love you lassie."
How does Genji react to Angela's 'Winged Victory' outfit.
Genji was leaning against the wall and fidgeting a bit with the gauntlets of his Sentai armor when Mercy’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“…I think I misinterpreted the party’s theme—maybe I shouldn’t go….”
“’Heroes’ is a very loose theme for a costume party, I’m sure it’s fine,” said Genji, folding his arms.
“Okay but… I want your honest opinion on this—” Mercy opened the door and stepped out of the room, “How is it?”
Genji’s breath caught in his throat a moment and he stood there, stunned. Mercy straightened the side of her skirt slightly, a bit nervously, and tucked some hair back into place beneath her laurels. Genji stared, and Mercy seemed to get more nervous by the combination of staring and silence. If he was wearing his usual armor, his expressions might have been easier to read, but he seemed to carry himself differently in the Sentai armor, and his visor didn’t dim and brighten like it did with his usual armor. She cleared her throat a bit and that seemed to snap Genji out of it, but only somewhat.
“So…” she looked down at the costume, “Is it…?”
“Yes,” Genji blurted out.
“Too much,” said Mercy, turning around, “I knew it. I’m sure I have something else somewhere–I’ll just go–”
“What?” Genji put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, “No! No, you look fine! You look… ” Genji trailed off. Mercy understood a decent amount of Japanese at this point but it would have felt awkward to switch, although he would have found the words for how she looked and how much he liked how she looked would have come much easier. At the moment his head was somehow both bright and foggy with the only english word seeming to make itself known from this bright fog was ‘beautiful.’ Just ‘beautiful’ over and over stupidly and endlessly. His thumb mindlessly brushed over the skin on her shoulder and it occurred to him that he hardly ever got to see her bare shoulders in public–and the legs…it was all he could do not to keep staring at them. “I like your hair. And the legs–The leaves!” he caught himself and gestured at the laurels in her hair, “I meant the leaves.”
“The skirt’s all right? It’s not awkward with the long and the short–?” Mercy glanced down.
“The skirt is perfect,” said Genj. He was staring at her legs. He was definitely staring at them again. He jerked his head up a bit, thankful that the larger black visor on his sentai helmet made it hard to tell where he was looking. “It’s beautiful,” he said, “You’re beautiful.”
Mercy reddened and smiled. “Thank you,” she said. Then her smile widened, “At least you actually followed the theme,” she said, giving him a gentle chuck under the chin of his helmet with her knuckles, “Very heroic.”
Genji struck a pose and gave a dramatic, “Henshin!” making Mercy snicker, which broke into a full blown laugh as Genji suddenly took her about the waist and hoisted her off her feet, “Fantastic Technique!” he declared, pivoting on his foot. She laughed so hard she snorted as he set her down again. The sentai suit didn’t have the same venting as Genji’s regular armor. Mostly the sentai armor had been made to play around with different cooling systems for his prosthetics, and it vented more in the scapula area, not quite the same clean clicks and hisses of steam since the vents were larger, but close to it. He could feel the suit heating up since she first stepped out of the room in that outfit. She suddenly kissed his helmet and that was enough to finally activate the vents of the sentai suit. They made a ‘vsssh’ sound as she kissed his helmet and Mercy snickered again. They stared at each other for a few beats when Mercy seemed to finally realize that they still had a party to get to.
“I suppose if we’re going to get all dressed up we should actually go to the party, shouldn’t we?” said Mercy.
Genji mock-sighed, “I suppose,” he said with a shrug. They made their way to their ride together. “You know,” Genji said as they walked, “You said you misinterpreted the party’s theme, but I think you look very heroic.”
“Well, Nike is more of a personification of victory than a hero,” said Mercy.
“Ah. Perhaps I just see you as heroic because you are constantly acting heroic,” said Genji.