The Gift and Curse of Mortality (SonarxReader Dispatch)

Sonar was a foul man. A twisted, sex addict, coke whore, scheming slimeball. A disgusting, filthy, sweat thick and grime-stained man. If he could even call himself that... man.

The night you met him, was his lowest, and he swore you were an angel made just for him. And you might've been, out of work hours. But on the clock, you were something more sinister, darker, a devilish man-eater with an appetite to soothe. A siren. But not a causal killer, no...you used your abilities to pick the scum off the streets. Your recent kills had been leaving bread crumbs all following a single man, that could give you the information to save your life.

Your old life will catch up to you, the only question is how long can you out run it?

And the eye of the storm? A half man half bat stray you picked up one dark night.