Alessa wouldn't have to worry. Tattoos bled. Especially because the subject was so young and the back he would be working on was so delicate. Money, fear and a healthy hero worship helped Tyler get over most of his reservations. He drew the tattoo on with perfection once the quinjet was in the air and stabalized.

When he took the gun to the girl's skin, however, he balked. "A-Are you sure--"

"Yes," Tony said from the cockpit area. He wasn't going to watch that. Tyler could be saddled with his nightmares on this. And Bruce... Well, Bruce had seen her at her worst. This wouldn't be a problem.

There was no more murmuring from the young artist once he started, however. His craft, at least, took all of his attention.