Rescuing John - Inside Nergal's Lair-John/Gen/Bryn
The grin on her lips said that she wasn't afraid of that whip, not by a long shot. It was one of the upsides of having plenty of leather in your wardrobe. Some of it was old, and had purpose, besides looking good. The grin would have scared anyone that knew her well, if it was given to them. Because those who knew her well, knew it wasn't a good sign.
"If you can do it without splinching him, or you, go for it. I'll be sure your Mom and Zatanna get out of here." Bryn had seen herself as being a bit of a hero in this place. But... Perhaps it was time for the young woman that had worked her way under his skin, to play that part. Besides she had a dance with a devil.