"I’m meant to be fear, I’m meant to make fucking armies piss their pants at the mention of me."

[fan_elune]

For Fred anybody that likes the Authority, go read this amazing fic, now. It's nothing surprising, but the Midnighter voice is so amazing. That guy is so much darker than I could ever write him.

Examples, not PC, and probably rated something, if only for language.

For starters, I’m not a tough guy, I’m a bastard. Sure, the opposition are bastards, but who bastards the bastards, to quote a little Latin.

Or:

That could only happen to me, or possibly any other poor fuck who got the Henry Bendix mindwipe treatment, with a spa massage and battle computer thrown in as handy extras.

Or:

How can I think with this going in my head, I think I’ve almost got a whole belfry of campanologists (I half remember a very good education, or at least the sense of one) in there, ringing away.

Or this piece of genius:

I want to bash their freaking teeth in, and rip their dicks off, and stuff them in their mouths. I’m not sure where to stuff the teeth yet. But I’ll think of somewhere. I let the computer run that scenario, keep me nice and happy, and talk to her like the nice retired civil servant I am, while my fists are covered in his blood, and I break his nose for the sixth time, and kick him so hard in the crotch that his balls come out his ears. She talks about her kids, and I talk about my little girl, as we sit on the coffee table and wait for the cops.

*is in awe*