they-were-his-colors

The atmosphere in the room was intense, bitter, choking and there was a fierce aura around both men. Then again, It always was when they argued like this. They were getting tedious, these arguments. Very pointless. They both knew how this ended as they'd been through it millions of times. And frankly, it was getting on not only their nerves; but the people around them too; friends, family and even co-workers. The scum on the streets, the underbelly of the city, even they could tell when certain vigilante's had had a frustrating day (and of course, they'd poke fun at those vigilante's without realising it's them who is going to get the beating