ThePhantomofTheOpera
The Master of The Music of The Night
Deathstroke's men were asleep again and Deathstroke wasn't angry because he was a little distracted.
"Asleep again. They don't deserve to work for me."
He shook his head and his hand grazed hers on accident, and he pulled away and quickly blushed.
'Thank God for my helmet."
"I'll.....um show you to your room....you can decorate it how you please."
He gave her the best room besides his own with a queen size bed, silk sheets, and it's own bathroom.
"I hope your happy with it."
"Asleep again. They don't deserve to work for me."
He shook his head and his hand grazed hers on accident, and he pulled away and quickly blushed.
'Thank God for my helmet."
"I'll.....um show you to your room....you can decorate it how you please."
He gave her the best room besides his own with a queen size bed, silk sheets, and it's own bathroom.
"I hope your happy with it."