𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 (𝘿𝘾𝙀𝙐 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

Best Friends For Never

That same night, rather than go straight back to the motel. Y/N and Rose decided to take their shitty little car on a little drive around. Chugging beers and drunk driving, the true American way. Y/N used some cheap screwdrivers, tape and some aged gum to actually fix the radio in the car. Flicking through radio stations that had the right type of music was a little hard for Y/N to find, but in the end he found it. 

(This is the song playing over the radio) 

Y/N drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, bobbing his head to the beat of the rock cover of "Livin' La Vida Loca" blaring from the car stereo. Beside him, Rose Wilson leaned back in her seat, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her mouth.

"I can't believe you're into this," she said, nodding her head to the music.

Y/N shrugged. "What can I say? It's catchy."

Rose laughed, and for a moment, the two mercenaries forgot about their troubles. For a moment, they weren't held hostage by the government with bombs in their head. They were just two "friends", parked outside some abandoned building. Listening to cover of a song from Shrek, and drinking cheap water downed beer. Was else could you ask for? 

Y/N reached for a bottle, using part of the door to open it while putting the bottle cap in his pocket. It caused Rose to raise an eyebrow but she just shrugged it off. "So, what's the deal with you and Deathstroke?" Y/N asked, breaking the silence. "I mean, he's your father and all, but from what's been floating around the grapevine. You two haven't even spotted in the car country for like four years". 

Rose's expression darkened, taking a small sip from her own beet and looking out the window. "It's complicated," she said.

"Complicated how?" Y/N asked as he two drank, the beer was cheap. But after a few bottles they'd hopefully start feeling the buzz. 

"Well, for one thing, I'm not sure he's really my father. I mean, he raised me, trained me, but whenever he tries to be dad of the year. All he takes about is his legacy, what he wants for me, not what I want. I've never felt connected to him" Rose confessed, lowering the windows and throwing a bottle out with it smashing on the ground.

Y/N nodded. "I get that. Family can be complicated. But you don't have to let him define who you are."

"I know," Rose said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not just about him. It's about what I've become. A killer. A mercenary. Is that really who I am?"

Y/N sighed. "I used to ask myself that same question. But then I realized that it's not about who we are. It's about what we do. And we do what we do to survive."

Rose leaned her head against the window, staring out at the passing scenery. "But at what cost?" she murmured.

"At the cost of our souls, sometimes," Y/N replied, his voice soft. "But you know what they say. The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

Rose chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we're both headed there, huh?"

Y/N shrugged. "Maybe. But at least we'll be in good company."

The two fell into silence again, the music still blaring from the stereo. As they drove, Y/N couldn't help but think about his own journey to become a mercenary. It hadn't been easy, but it had been necessary. After all, he had bills to pay, and his skills as a fighter were in high demand.

"So, what about you?" Rose asked, interrupting his thoughts. "What led you to this life?"

Y/N sighed. "It's a little, complicated" Y/N said as his own expression darkened. "I won't say much, I'm gonna need some stronger shit for that" he said, motioning to the beer and the few remaining bottles they had left. "But I never had much growing up, hell, my only toy was a transformer with no fucking head" he scoffed, grip around the beer bottle tightening. "So I always wanted more, and when dear old dad smashed mom's head in with the oven door. I saw it as my chance to get more. Joined up with a crew, pulled some small jobs-"