Mako's Message: Hey everybody! Hope you're all enjoying these regular updates. I think I should be able to keep this up for awhile...and hopefully increase it(at least get chapters for other stories uploaded). Anyway, this is another chapter that changed quite a bit from the original idea. I think you'll like it.
Before we get into the chapter I want to remind you all that...we can't all be super heroes, but we can all be everyday heroes. At least most of the time(Any day hero?). So please, do what you can to help your fellow man.
Enjoy the chapter.
This fucking anti-septic burns like a motherfucker. God damn I can still feel it. It's gonna itch like a bastard too, I just know it. And I'm gonna have a stupid fucking bandage on my face for like... I dunno. A couple days at least. Fucking shit.
It was worth it though. Sorta. I can't believe I got clipped like that. So stupid. So lucky.
We went and busted up those dealers. Or whatever the fuck they were. All I know is that a lot of drugs and a lot of money was changing hands.
We lucked out in that we only had to wait about...oh... four hours? For the other assholes to show up. But hey, better than shit going down while White Mage and Dr. Gravity were watching the place.
There were only five guys total so we didn't bother calling for back up. Dave just went up to their front door and knocked, while I went up to the roof so I could come in through the window. They were on the second story of a two story apartment building so I probably could have done it even without rope.
Would have been nice to see their faces when he kicked in the door. Their faces when I come in are almost always the same.
Only one of them had a gun, and he was pretty easy to take care of. Dave thinks I hit him too hard, but I didn't hear his skull crack so I dissagree. I did hear one guy's arm break though. And another guy's nose. And the dumbasses knee. And a few of the bastard-that-managed-to-clip-me-in-the-fucking-side-of-my-head-with-a-lamp's ribs. I would have broken all of them but Dave pulled me off of him before I could.
I can't be too mad at him for it though, because I didn't realize blood was literally pouring from my head.
He ripped down a curtain and got me into a bathroom before it got everywhere too. He soaked some wash cloths and towels in cold water to try and stop the bleeding. Well, slow it down because I literally lost a chunk of skin. So I sat there trying to stop the bleeding while he went back and tied the dealer fucks up and rounded up anything we could use
We ended up confiscating about a quarter million.
It's not a lot, but we desperately need whatever we can get after buying the clubhouse, remodeling it, and outfitting all of Justice Forever with new suits.
So once Dave was finished restraining them and even gagged them since we were going to be sicking around longer than usual, he came back and helped clean the wound. I probably could have done it myself but I was too pissed to think about it. And Dave wanted me to just keep pressure on it.
So while he was cleaning the wound he asked, "What's wrong with you today? You're not usually that careless."
And I was pissed because I wasn't careless I just misjudged the shithead's reach by like... a quarter inch.
But for some reason I decided to say, "Why did you have to flirt with that stupid bitch at the shop?"
He stopped and looked at me like he didn't hear me correctly. Then he said, "I wasn't flirting with her. I was just being friendly. It's part of my job." He paused for second as he dabbed at my head to see how the bleeding was, then added, "And she's not a bitch. She's actually very friendly and sweet. She's honestly one of my favorite customers because even if there's a problem with what she ordered she's super chill about it. She only comes in once or twice a month though."
"And Riley's okay with you acting like that with other girls?"
Then he just gave me this look like I was confusing him again, "Riley flirts with people all the time to get better tips."
"Can you..."And I didn't know what to say. Because I can't exactly ask him to be rude to customers. He and Riley are supposed to be like, the two best people at that store and that's why he's able to get the schedule he asks for and they don't give him shit when he has to call off.
Dave stopped me from trying to come up with an end to that sentence by saying, "Listen, the three most important women in my life, in no particular order, are Alice, Riley, and you. Okay? There is no room for anyone else even if I wanted. So don't let stuff like that distract you." Then he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled our foreheads together, "Okay?"
And at the same time I felt incredibly sad and incredibly happy, and all I could say was, "Okay."
Then he bumped our heads together and said, "Good." Then he stood up and said, "I think the blood has slowed enough to bandage this up." and he pulled the little emergency padding and gauze he keeps in one of his pouches for just such an occasion and patched me up so we could leave.
Took longer than usual and my wig didn't sit right because of the bandage and the gauze itched.
It didn't really hurt but it was pissing me off so I took some painkillers anyway.
When we got back to the safehouse Dave insisted on cleaning the wound properly which sucked cause the padding started to stick to it. And then put the fucking antiseptic on and I had to try to not punch him when he did. I'm almost jealous of Dave's fucked up nerves because he barely even twitches when I do it to him.
So now I have a bandage on the side of my head that's going to have to stay there for at least a few days before it heals properly. It's probably going to scar too. Fucking hell.
