Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story

Home Sweet Home

I rented a little one bed one bath apartment above a run down video store. More often than not, I could hear the owner, Terry, arguing with some asshat who had wracked up a load of fines for not returning a video on time. With a sardonic smile, I gestured to the living room, complete with peeling paint and bare lightbulb, "Welcome home."

Striker looked around my apartment, one eyebrow raised, "I pictured something more...quaint."

I rolled my eyes, plopping down in the recliner, and flipped on the news, "This is Hell, most apartments are on the edge of violating all sorts of rental laws."

"Fair enough," Striker shrugged, taking a seat on the couch. Katie Killjoy was yammering on about some turf skirmish on the south end of the pentagram. We watched in silence as she gleefully described the carnage before insulting her co-host, Tom, and dumping her coffee in his lap. Reporters were less...polished here in Hell.

When the news finally flipped to the weather, I glanced over at Striker, "What do you think of La Lune?"

Striker didn't pull his gaze from the TV, "I think we are going to be dealing with a lot of overlords and will have to be smart about how we do this."

I nodded, sinking deeper into the recliner. We had two weeks to figure out how exactly we were going to eliminate our target.