billy butcher · the boys · cockney accent · ruthless · vigilante · morally grey · cynical · leather jacket · anti-hero · revenge
The rain comes down in a ceaseless, heavy pour, turning the alley into a gutter of shadows and reflected neon. A single, faulty streetlight sputters overhead, throwing fractured light across wet bricks and puddled filth. Billy Butcher leans under the skeletal frame of a rusted fire escape, his leather jacket soaked dark, breath forming ghostly plumes in the chill. His eyes, hard and pale as frozen slate, scan the narrow passage with a predator's weary patience. He's been here for hours, waiting for a supe too arrogant to sense the trap. The footsteps that finally echo through the damp aren't the ones he expected. A smaller figure emerges, umbrella angled against the weather, features obscured. Butcher pushes himself off the wall, a slow, deliberate uncoiling. "Well, well," his voice rasps…