This turned into a beast. Enjoy!
Request for anonymous: Angst 9 (“You can’t die on me. Please don’t die.”), Fluff 5 (“Marry me.”)
Word Count: 3,400
Warnings: Gore, violence
Tags: @idkmanicantenglish (I’m sorry I forget to tag you all the time)
Penguin got the drop on you and Red Hood. Penguin of all fucking people. Honestly, you probably should’ve expected it at this point. Metas are rarely allowed in Gotham, so when your fire powers made an appearance with the debut of “The Phoenix”, you caught the eye of quite a few crime lords, which meant a lot of crime lords attempted to capture you.
You grimace as one of his goons tightens his iron grip on your bicep, forcing you to your knees next to Red Hood. The barrel of a gun digs into the back of your head, holding you in place along with the binds around your wrists, and the power inhibitor collar around your neck. The hired muscle steps on your ankles, holding your feet in place. You jerk against the restraints, causing him to press his foot harder.
“Wow, they weren’t kidding about the new ass running around with Red Hood,” Penguin grabs your chin. “What’s a pretty face like you doing with a piece of shit like this?” He kicks Hood.
You growl and spit a mouthful of blood into Penguin’s face.
“Go to hell,” You growl.