“I didn’t do this.” says the vigilante, coming up behind the hero “Shit, I don’t think I have the stomach for that, even if it came to mind.”
“I know. You’re brutal but you never cross over into…” the hero looks up “You’d never do something like this.”
The body of the mayor swung listlessly from where it hung from the flagpole. Xir lungs had been pulled out through xir back and there were ropes of intestines dangling from where xir belly must have been cut.
“Xe was an ass. But xe didn’t deserve that.”
“I don’t know,” says the vigilante “if xe was dead first, maybe. Mutilating the body is gross but not like, twisted. But live… No. No one deserves that. It’s kinda of sweet though, in a twisted way.”
“It’s a love letter, [Hero]. To you- you’re [Villain]’s angel, aren’t you? That’s what ze calls you?”