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(Closed) His hand shot back a bit as he pressed the trigger, watching the bullet hit bullseye. He never missed a shot. Never. He couldn't. Since the first day he picked up a gun, which was when he was nine, he never missed the target. But on this particular day, his target was a picture posted to the side of a brick building. From the sounds of gunfire, he didn't hear the footsteps. "What are you doing?!" Someone said. Alarmed, he spun around, pointing both guns at the newcomer's head.
((Open with Addison)) The time I've had on my own since I left Gotham had pushed me out of my mind again. However you had found me and abducted me. So now I was tied up in a chair in front of you. I laugh when you put your gun so close to my face that it brushes against my nose. "Is that supposed to scare me? Let me show you how much that scares me." I say before tilting my head up and licking the barrel of the gun.