Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Bloody Knuckles

I'm speaking with Sitara when we turn our heads towards the raised voices coming from the other side of the bar. Wrench is in a heated aruguement with some guy around our age.

I frown as I give Sitara a worried look, but she just shrugs and goes towards them, I follow, ambling my way around the slowly forming crowd.

The guy turns away from Wrench and smirks at me, sending an awkward and worried shiver down my spine, he should not have done that, even more so with my boyfriend right next to him.

The guy mumbles something to Wrench, and fists begin to fly. Wrench punches first, which sends the guys face flying towards the bar. However he quickly recovers and swings one back, despite Wrench's mask being in the way.

I grip onto Sitara's arm as the cheering crowd pushes us back and away from the fight. I vaguely see Marcus pull Wrench away whilst another person grabs onto the other guy.

"Don't you ever fucking talk about my girl again!" Wrench shouts angrily as Marcus drags him outside.

I give Sitara a nod before heading outside, where Wrench sits on the curb nestling bloody knuckles, a cigarette is lit in his hand.

"I can take it from here." I say to Marcus, who gives me a tense "Sure."

I stand in front of Wrench and he stands up, "What was that all about?" I ask as he lifts up his mask and takes a drag.

"That asshole was saying some stuff about you," he replies, but continues at my confused expression, "things only I'm allowed to say and do."

I nod in understanding, glad that Wrench punched the guy. He sighs and wraps an arm around my shoulder, leading me away from the bar.

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned as he flexes his bloody hand.

"I am now." He murmurs, squeezing me closer to him. I smile and kiss his injured hand.

"Let's go wrap this up tough guy." I tell him, which makes Wrench chuckle and nod.