Page 18 of Justified
I stood in front of the mirror, giving myself one last check before I presented the vigilante version of myself.I had my contacts in because eye glasses just wouldn’t look right over my leather mask.“You look fucking badass,” I said to my reflection, then turned and stepped out of the bathroom to a very audible gasp.
″So?You like?”I asked, waiting to hear his full opinion.I mean, the open mouth gasp was something, but was it a good gasp or not?
I was dressed in tight black leather pants with a slick-ass gray design going up the side of my legs.My jacket was made with leather and nylon to give me maneuverability.It also featured a hood for when I really wanted to hide my face.But what was under the jacket was the grandest part of my costume.I was also sporting some beautiful black leather gauntlets that laced up.On my back, I had the sword I’d purchased for next to nothing neatly tucked in its scabbard.On my right thigh, I was wearing a gun holster with my Beretta loaded with armor piercing bullets.Another costly weapon, but I’d rather be prepared.On my other thigh was a holster that contained three extra clips.I was wearing a pair of black leather, calf height, steel-toed boots.Now, topping off my ensemble was a very comfortable black leather mask I wore over my eyes, as I’d mentioned.
″Well?”I asked again.
″Holy shit!”Jordan said.
″Do you like it?”
″Fuck yeah!I mean, damn, you look so kickass and sexy at the same time.I swear, I want to be saved by you, then fucked by you right after,” he said, grinning.He rose off the sofa, approaching me for a closer inspection.He ran his hands over the material, his smile widening as he did so.“I love how rock solid you feel under all of this.”He looked up at me.“This is really happening, isn’t it?”
I arched my eyebrows and nodded.“Looks like.I’m not wearing this to the club, not even on Leather Night.”
″You look amazing.Does the mask bother your contacts?”he asked.
I shook my head.“No.I bought several pair to try them out.Three fit perfectly.The others I’m going to return for more of the ones I like.”
″Is there a shirt under the jacket?”Jordan asked, looking closer.
″Yes.And wait till you see it.”I unzipped the jacket, exposing the shirt underneath that really put my body on display just the way I wanted.
Jordan laughed, which wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.
″What in the fuck is so funny?”I asked, looking down at my shirt.
″Why does it look like you were mauled by a lion?”He burst out in another fit of laughter.
″No it doesn’t.”
″What’s with all the rips and tears?”he asked, running his fingers over the open designs of my shirt.
″Oh, no you don’t.You don’t get to criticize my fashion sense.I mean, seriously, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, and you shouldn’t be laughing after that Rainbow Bright Queer costume you came up with.”
″Hey, I wanted to make a statement with that costume.”
″You did, and it was that you should never be asked about fashion.You’re a disgrace to gay men everywhere.I don’t even know why I’m asking you now.”
″Oh stop,” he said, chuckling as he held my jacket open, taking a better look at my shirt.“I see why you wanted this.It does look hot on you.Shows off your muscular chesticus and abstracts.”
″Damn right.I bet none of those guys in your comics ever looked as good as I do in this suit.Don’t lie.”I made sure to pop my pecs since one of his hands was touching the one with the pierced nipple.
″Oh!”he yelped when his hand moved with my flesh and he felt the muscles under my skin.“Okay, yeah… you’re fucking hot.You win.”
I smirked and zipped up my suit, then walked over to the printer to get the paper with my target’s info on it.
″Eric… err… I mean, Cobra?”
I chuckled and turned to look at Jordan.“Yeah?”
″You do realize this is your origin story.”
″I do now.”
″Be safe,” Jordan said as I walked over to my car.
″I will.”
