So no going and getting yourself killed,” Kieran jumped in. With the way those fae targeted him last night, more would come. The memory of the bartender lingered—if they’d made one wrong move the victim could’ve been Liz. Liz rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m going to go toddle into traffic.

Going to keep standing there brooding over Gotham?” his sarcastic voice sliced through the air. Kincaid’s smile tilted in amusement as he faced Renn.

Jett leaned in close. “Ready to run? Renn’s huffing and puffing like he just deep throated a monster cock the last half hour.

Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.

Sorry, one night stands don't stack up as credentials for tending bar.

Whatever crimes this man had committed, they weren't as egregious as his inflated self-image.