Kiss My Battery

Poison didn't trust the man stood next to him, he had no reason to. He looked over the man with dark hair, cut short to conform to Better Living's standards. His uniform was a pristine white, not a wrinkle in sight, the only fault being his popped jacket collar. A rectangular BLI badge hung from his left coat pocket. FRANK IERO, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, it read. His cancer stick hung loosely from between his lips, Party Poison never wanted to be a cigarette more in his life.

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Not my story!

I got it off of ao3 or archive of our own.

It's by Geezyxo for justtothesea.