Clothed in our grief

Chapter forty four

"Huh, so what do you know. The Devil does wear prada." Laura commented in a snide remark, driving right past the 'Welcome to Gotham City' sign. Taking the exit off of the highway, and driving towards the hellhole of a city. Her trip to Portland was of course, short lived. But half the ride there, she had Adrian with her for company. Her rules, she drives, she picks the music. Adrian shuts up, or gets thrown out of the car.

"See, I'm actually not the devil. I've been telling you this for the past six years, dear." Adrian responds in an accent one would normally hear around Newcastle. Just his response makes her scoff and roll her eyes.

"I never got the sense of buying a shirt over twenty dollars. You? I don't even want to ask how you come up with the money to own half the things you do." She scoffed, turning up the volume on the radio. Adrian said if he was really going to be in the car with her, she had to listen to something other than a cassette tape. She knows he's been all in all annoying, but she still had discs to pop into the machine.

"I'm an Antisocial anarchist, I sound like so and so. They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical. Rock'n'roll is dead, I probably shoulda stayed in school. Another Generation X who somehow slipped up to the crack, oh they'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back." Laura tapped her fingers against the steering wheel while the music played, pressing more pressure on the gas pedal and picking up a little more speed.

"It's all about image, I'm shocked to hear that coming from you. Stripping your father's coat off of his cold corpse and wearing it like your own grief. Such a family tradition of yours, isn't it?" Adrian replied, turning to look at the blonde driver besides him. His dark brown eyes showing off a glimmer of red just for a moment before he blinked. Smirking, and allowing a strand of dark brown hair to be swept back into place by his hand.

"So it goes, in one ear! And right out the other! People talkin' shit but you know I never bother!" The music went on, Laura only picked up the pace on speed a little bit and allowed her fingers to curl tightly around the wheel. Knuckles white, gripping it as if she were imagining it was Adrian's neck.

"First, daddy dearest takes the coat off of his mentor right before damning the bastard to hell. Then you come along, and retaliate against him not giving a damn about you and little (Y/n)? It was all about Rose, wasn't it. The weakest little Constantine of them all. I heard she'd never even met John until Clark took up to the regime. (Y/n) grows up with that saint of a mother, but for some reason you get stuck with mean old pops. If I dind't know any better, I'd say you killed him right before coming here. It would explain why you have his coat. Can't exactly be a Constantine without the iconic trench coat." Adrian mused on, leaning over and turning the music up even louder than it already was.

"Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life. I ain't trying to hide me' flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light. They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone. Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne! They say the devil is my pal, I do a 'lotta drugs! The crowd will only like me if they're really fucking drunk! They think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least if they listened to these words tucked beneath. But it goes in one ear, and right out the other!" Adrian kept that arrogant smirk plastered across his lips, unrolling his window and letting the Gotham Night air come flying in through the tinted black glass. Bright lights from the city could be seen as only blurs.

"When you were a cop, you never killed anyone. When you were sitting behind bar counters thinking your dad didn't know where you were at, you never killed anyone. Why now, Laura. Bruce even sent you here, isn't that more of a reason to, I don't know, follow in line just like everybody else does?" He asked, straightening the dark purplish red tie a little more. Placing the silver tie bar through it, and connecting it to his black button up. It's not exactly surprising that the tie is the only splash of color he has on, he's living up to his expectations.