"It's less a talk and more a warning. If you say anything stupid in the next five minutes, I will kill you flat out. Just a fair warning. If you find it simply impossible to not say anything stupid or moronic after that time, don't think I will ever show you mercy." He let go of Hartley's wrist and gave him a final dark warning look, one that showed how much he meant business. Then he lifted his shirt up, pulling it over his head and dropping it onto the floor.

It wasn't what people typically expected and he got that but Reverb learned a long time ago to have no shame and no fears. He was what he was and he didn't care if Hartley knew, it wasn't so much a secret as more something he made sure people who knew never spoke about. Mostly he was just embarrassed that the binder he spent a good few months making bulletproof didn't cover enough surface area, hence the being shot bullshit. A few inches downwards and he'd have been fine. "It went in at the back so there's no point being in front of me. I think it's above my shoulder.