Haunted Wood Toxicity

He gave a haughty chuckle and lifted his chin just a smidge higher from her praise. Black Hat always loved to have his ego stroked... not that he needed it. Stay tuned. Next time, I'll be the one who ends up on top, He promised, utterly sure of himself now that he had a feel for Vengeance's style of fighting. It was similar to his own in that they both went on full-offense, but where they differed seemed to stem from their differences in personality — Black Hat was more precise and refined, whereas Vengeance was raw and primal; easily bested by a cunning villain such as himself.

He laughed when she questioned his alias under the assumption that it was his given name. 'Tis merely an alias, darling. Don't you find it dashing? He flirtatiously returned, staring at her from beneath dark lids.

She gave her name, and he let it roll off of his tongue. Tzila... a beautiful name. You hail from a land far from here, He keenly presumed, so confident that he worded it as a statement and not a question. Tzila suddenly went for his ear, which caused both of them to flatten instinctively before he pulled his head out of her reach. Black Hat smirked at her and mumbled, Aren't we cheeky?