🎨 - Vincenzo Riccardi

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// "No art is mine" is not proper art credit.

// Thinking about this. Thinking about their beef— I need them to bicker more.

"Kiddo. Interesting choice of words, almost makes me feel young again with that one. Next are we checking IDs? I assure you I can see R rated films all on my own." He replied dryly, his head leaning to one side.

"But if being thirty still means I'm a kid, then I pressume you look great for 100."

No, not really. But I like playing it and watch them look at me with confusion.

Usually strikes up a good conversation.

30, actually. But who's counting.

// noooooo

My game isn't weak, or maybe it's getting weak.. I'll have to pull out the clarinet more often. That usually works.

....I assure you I've never touched a man the same way I have a woman.

// Pierrot you leave that man alone-

It's been so long since I felt the touch of a beautiful woman..

[ It's been like — one day. ]

I hate being suspicious about things, but damn that gut feeling is always right.

"No, I guess not. Saying otherwise would be rude... Let's settle on you being the most beautiful creature I've laid eyes on today. I could stand to take some pointers."

"Does that help..?"

Always sarcastic, this man.

"That's a relief to hear, then again I've heard that one before and it turned out they were a demon all along. Go figure."

He spoke with such ease, as if matter of factly — & there had been no sign he had been just making up the scenario.

He was a peculiar fellow afterall. ++

"Gotham makes me miss Selina..."

"Miss the scratches she left on me even more — what a woman."

// Glad people are enjoying Dylan

🙏

Wish more people read Dylan Dog! Shame not every comic is translated in English. Theyre neat!

"I'm gonna see if there's more people. If you don't see me in five minutes, well — just hope your local authorities can do their part."

He pulled off his jacket, shoving it into the boy's hold before speeding off.

"Visit places outside London, they said. It'll be a great time. Find myself a nice laundromat that can get scotch marks out of my clothes.."

He sighed heavily, his focus shifting to the raging fire of the building , & his brows furrowed in dismay ... always him.

"Alright, you stay here, kid."++

"Smell the roses? No, thanks. It makes me sneeze. I'd much rather be able to utilize superhuman speed. Rather than my superhuman skill of throwing myself into more trouble."

"He said he needed my help in the end."

He rolled his eyes at the thought of him.

"Let's see.. Well, I went to Hell. Literally. A murderous monster I'm well acquainted decided to hit up this city's so called clown prince. Clown zombies went rampant..

But it ended up being too much for even a guy like Joker." ++

"He's big, broody, has a huge lack of social skills — thinks he works alone, but let's be real. When does Batman ever work alone?"

A scoff, though he held respect for the way the other kept his city safe, he was a handful of a man to deal with. ++

The early bird catches the worm.

And I don't really want it...

— @bravestflash.bsky.social

"Days like this I could use your kind of speed. Get me into bed way faster."

— @gotpoisonality.bsky.social

"Easy, kid. Where's the fire? Hopefully not an actual one, these clothes wouldn't hold up well otherwise... and I just got this jacket."

"I work cases.. more or less. The unusual sort, anyway."

"Last I was here a few not-so-do-gooders of mine infiltrated the city. Batman and I worked it together. He'd probably tell you different. That guy.."

There's a appreciative smirk when the other responds with a joke of his own — always pleasant when he wasn't getting groans or glares.

Those were specially reserved for Groucho.

"Well, heard some peculiar stuff was going on around here again, but I guess that's usual." ++