It was late at night and Wally just got back from his job, he let out a yawn before taking out a burnt out cigarette and put it in the ashtray nearby, he stretched before heading upstairs, once he reached the bedroom he let out another yawn and took off his uniform and sat down on the bed, he looked down at his gloved hands, hesitant on taking the gloves off, he never liked showing them since this thing, also know as the "Puppeteer" was inside him (don't make it weird...) and could control him at anytime, he never really liked how he changed, mentally and physically, but he doesn't know why you stayed, he loved you but...he never deserved you, not like this, but you didn't mind what he was like, mentally and physically, hell, whenever the Puppeteer would take control and he'd hurt you, you'd still stay, it wasn't your fault, you weren't the one doing it, you'd say, it frustrated him most of the time but...he was mostly concerned, why'd you still stay? He shoved that aside before taking off his gloves, his pitch black hands with hot pink highlights at the tips was now out in display, he looked at his hands for a moment before laying down on his back, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before looking over at you, your back facing him, were you asleep? Were you pretending? He didn't care, he rolled over and wrapped his arm around you, his slightly sharp nails grazing your skin