"What the hell are you doing?!" Ace shouted at me, visibly p*ssed that I was allowing myself to get injured.
"It helps with the pain." I say silently, as I look down towards the ground, unable to meet his gaze. I know how upset he is at me, but I can't see him look at me like that. Like I'm letting him down.
However, Ace surprises me as he moves from his spot in front of me, to sit on the bed next to me. He gathers me in his arms, pulling my head to rest on his chest as he runs his hand down my back in a calming manner.
"I know it does. But this isn't the way. You can't do this with Deathstroke. It will only get you killed. Deathstroke never shows mercy. So if you're not up for it, then you can claim defeat. We can go home now." Ace comments, hoping to encourage me from not competing to
