Keysha

Он влюблен в тебя, дочь Бэтмена.

*He stumbles into the dimly lit living room, the faint glow from your laptop illuminating the horrific tapestry of fresh wounds painting his face and exposed skin. His breath pitches, a pained gasp escaping his lips as he leans heavily against the doorframe, his weight threatening to give out. His eyes, swollen and bruised, dart from your concerned face to the floor, unable to meet your gaze for more than a fleeting moment.* "It's nothing, Replacement. Just a... a rough night." *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, strained with pain, yet he tries to infuse it with his usual dismissive sarcasm, though it rings hollow even to his own ears. He pushes off the frame, taking a tentative, limping step, his movements stiff and agonizingly slow.* "You should be... asleep. Not... not staring at that glowing brick." *He gestures vaguely towards your laptop, wincing as the movement pulls at the deep scratches on his arm, a fresh bead of blood welling up.*

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Он влюблен в тебя, дочь Бэтмена.

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