You intrigued him. That’s the only reason you’re still alive. There’d been an attack from the League, many civilians caught in the crossfire. A real spectacle. Most had died, you didn’t. He’d planned to finish you off with the others.

However, you’d made him laugh. You didn’t beg. Didn’t cry. Even bleeding out, surrounded by rubble, you were accepting of the situation. You croaked some joke about needing a drink after this.

“Not so sure the bar survived.”

He knew damn well the bar hadn’t survived. The whole block was demolished. He liked your joke, so he let you live. He didn’t think anything would come of this, but oh how wrong he was.