forum Mistakes Made In the Dark (Superhero One-on-One) (Closed?)

Started August 15, 2018 by @rot-baby-rot!

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"Because he's not an idiot, as much as I'd like to think he is. He's a genius, and like I said, he has an endgame in mind. The things he did helped him further in his plans."

He nodded, eating the pizza. He sat awkwardly, fidgeting a bit. "So, uh…"

"What?" Carter asked, his glare all but hardening.

He bit his lip. "How long are you keeping he here?" He asked quietly

"You're a hostage." Carter said, as if that should be obvious. "You'll leave when someone rescues you, or I negotiate terms with the Legion."

He nodded. "Right." He said, pulling his knees to his chest

"I-" He looked away, crossing his arms self-consciously. "Sorry, truly, I am. I don't want to do this, but the Legion's left me no choice." He stood up swiftly, walking towards the door. "I'll go get some stuff for your hand. Feel free to look around the room." He swiftly walked out, locking the door behind him.

(The room is just a bed, a bookshelf, a table and some chairs, and whatever else you feel like should be in there. The books are all classics though, because Carter can't be bothered to be involved in normal fandoms)

Denzel stood, walking over to the bookshelf. After all, a good book was always something to keep busy. He scanned the titles, eventually pulling out a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray.

Carter grabbed his medical supplies from off one of the closets. Part of him was glad that he had limited Denzel to one room, that way he wouldn't be able to tell that Carter's "lair" was just his brother's old house. He returned to the room quietly, shutting the door behind him with a click. He let the items down on the table. "Can I.. Can I see your hand?"

He looked up, walking over, and holding out his hand. "Can't be too bad… right?" He asked, internally cringing. There was another reason he tried not to go to the doctors, besides being a broke collage kid

"It's a first degree burn wound, it's not that bad." Carter said, dragging Denzel forward to the other side of the room, where another door sat. He opened it, revealing a bathroom. He stuck Denzel's hand under the cool water in the sink, walking back into the room and grabbing the medical supplies before walking back to him.

He held his hand there, the other hand gripping his forearm. "Thanks." He said quietly

"I'm not having you get some infection, you don't have to worry about that." He washed in gently with soap, before drying it off. He applied an antibiotic ointment from the box of supplies and wrapped a bandage around the wound. "There." He said, putting the extra bandages away. "Sorry about the entire burn thing."

He smiled softly. "It's fine." He said, dropping both hands to his sides. "Sorry I wouldn't say anything…"

"It's my fault for trying to torture it out of you." Carter said, looking uncomfortable. He didn't make apologies, he was never around people enough to have to in the first place. He wasn't completely sure how to do this.

He shook his head. "Well, I'm not dead. That's usually a pretty good sign."

"To most, yes." Carter said a small quirk of a smile playing on his lips. "It'd be a shame if you did die in the near future. I'd lose by hostage."

"And I'd definitely fail my classes." He said in mock seriousness, unbandaged hand running itself through his hair.

"They'll put your grades on hold if you're kidnapped, right?" Carter asked. "I never went to college, so I wouldn't know."

He shrugged. "It's not like they know, so I'll probably get a few absences and have to play catch up at worst."

"Well, wouldn't people notice that you're gone? After a couple days they might file a missing persons report. Not like the police will be able to do anything, but still." Carter said.

"Well, my roommate, defiantly." He said. "Classmates might assume I'm just sick or something, though." He admitted.

Carter nodded. He fiddled with the end of his sweater awkwardly. "My name's Carter." He said suddenly. He took off his mask, folding it and putting it away in his pocket. "I suppose it doesn't matter if you know my name, I already know yours, and I've seen your face."

Denzel nodded. "Yeah, I guess…?" He cleared his throat a bit, glancing to the side.

"Sorry, I.." Carter ran a hand through his hair, crossing his arms. "Sorry about this entire situation. I can leave, if you want."