Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Wrap Up

I finish tying my hair up when Wrench walks in, closing the door to the changing room behind him slowly.

I give him a small smile as I grab my hand wraps, prepping yet again for another underground fight.

"Let me do it, you always get in a bad mood when you get them tangled." He murmurs, taking off his mask and looking into my eyes as he takes the strips of fabric out of my hands.

I sit on the nearby table and hold out one hand, and Wrench gently takes it, and begins wrapping my hand with the fabric in the right way.

"You sure you want to fight this one?" Wrench asks, briefly meeting my eyes.

I give him a single nod, "I've got to, you know I don't have a choice."

He sighs and finishes wrapping one hand, he then moves on to the other. "You know I can help you out with money, don't you?" He says, repeating a conversation we've had numerous times.

I look away and he pulls my hand, getting my attention. His eyebrows raise as if he wants me to actually answer him, instead I nod again.

Once the wraps are on, his thumb brushes the top of my hand gently, knowing they'll likely be bruised by the end of the night again. He lifts a hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing each knuckle.

"Wrench, I-" I begin, but he interrupts me when he drops my hand and taps my nose.

"I know. You'll kick their asses and be fine. That still doesn't stop me from wanting to murder anyone who lays a finger on you." He mumbles in a deep voice.

I reach up and cup his face, leaning my head up I press a long but gentle kiss to his lips.

"It's time." A voice calls from outside the door, ruining the precious moment.

I look at Wrench who frowns, but steps aside for me to stand up.

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The fight is held at some abandoned swimming pool, and it's busy. Full of people chanting and getting drunk, it's gritty and money is being passed here and there.

My opponent, a man taller and bigger than me, strikes out. I dodge and make the mistake of glancing up, and seeing Wrench standing above me, one arm crossed over his chest as the other holds his chin, his eyes never stray from me.

A sudden blast of pain dashes across my jaw, and I stumble back shocked as my opponent grins. Shit, now I'm angry.

Within minutes he's knocked out on the floor. The crowd cheers as I walk past them, recieving compliments and pats on the back.

I see Wrench and run up to him, he catches me in his arms and squeezes me as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"That's my girl!" He laughs, and I bury my head into his shoulder, his hand comes up and studies my lip, which is cut. "If you hadn't of knocked him out, I would've. Or worse." He practically growls.

I place my hands on his shoulders, "He punched like a baby anyway, come on let's go grab some food."

Wrench nods as I begin to undo the hand wraps, I grab my money on the way out with a grin, and Wrench wraps an arm around my shoulders to keep me from getting cold from the night as we walk down the empty streets.