#lab casework

[kermdoeswriting]

Bruce Wayne's a Foster Parent. Also he avoids death a lot so a dead person can usually tell if a humans meant to have died but didn't.

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"Bruce you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't have to but-"

Bruce just sighed from his side of the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Nobody ever really expects to get a phone call nearing 3 am but exceptions had to be made when you were a legal foster parent and also a part-time secret super hero. If it wasn't one thing calling for him it was the other.

On the other side of the phone, Bruce heard the caseworker, Roni, chuckle.

"It's just for 3 nights and half of the day after, but I need you to be prepared for something before I can pass them off to you."

Bruce sat upright now on his bed, attentively listening to her words. Usually the kids didn't really come with any pre-warnings from the Caseworker themselves, letting anything about each Foster kid be said inside of their personal files that got sent along with them.

But when she gave out this information it was usually important. The last time Bruce had gotten a warning like this it was for Jason which was ages ago it feels at this point.

"What is it?"

"The kids are-" Her voice trailed off, like as if she was still searching for the right words to say. "They've been through what I can honestly only describe as the equivalent to a meta-kid trafficking lab"

Bruce shifted as he heard the driving continue on the other side of the phone.

"They're very guarded because of what they went through and they might display.. unusual behavior. More unusual then a meta-kids behavior after such a situation would be, but don't let it fool you! The kids are really sweet beyond being afraid."

Bruce frowns at the descriptions before replying to her, mentally trying to prepare himself for the idea of these kids and what they might have went through.

"I'll make a note of it then. Thank you, Roni"

"No, thank you, Bruce. I really appreciate this last minute placement. We'll be by really soon"

He was left with a click as he removed himself off his bed and threw the covers to the side of him. Alfred would want to know that they would have 2 new guests in the manor, at the very least to greet them and have rooms prepared even if they didn't need to have them prepared further then what they already were.

It was less then 5 minutes later that Bruce found himself, with Alfred, greeting the temporary fosters at the front door. Roni looked tiredly at them as she pushed the kids front and center.

Bruce could relate heavily.

"Hello Danny, Ellie. It's nice to meet you both, I'm Bruce Wayne."

Danny just stared at the mans outstretched hand for a second before he turned to look up at him, a pinched look on his face. Ellie matched his expression, although being a bit more subtle about it as she looked over Bruce as a whole.

Eerily, Bruce felt like his very soul was being judge the longer the kids stared at him. He also felt a sense of familiarity with these two kids the longer this continued.

They seemed detached rather than afraid like their caseworker had explained earlier, more so viewing the world as if they were outside of it rather then in it in any way.

Danny was quick to glare at him after another moment, "You're a fruit-loop, aren't you?"

Ellie broke from her own scanning almost immediately when she heard Danny's comment, cackling beside him before shoving him off with her arm. The action made Bruce smile as he took his arm back and placed it by his side.

Alfred also looked amused between the pair of siblings before turning attention to the task at hand again. Bruce just smiled at his pseudo-fathers usual fondness over children, knowing he was being reminded of his own grandchildren.

"This is Alfred. He's going to be the one to show you over to your rooms for the next few nights." Alfred greeted the kids in the same polite way he usually greeted all guests before he leaned down and extended his hands towards their belongings. He didn't grab their belongings just remained leaning over them before questioning the kids if they would like help to take their stuff to their rooms.

Bruce only really saw it faintly and if it were any other moment he might have ignored it as a sleepless hallucination, but for some reason he noticed the change immediately. The twins eyes go from a darker blue to a flashing bright green.

As if alarmed by the sudden movement towards their belongings.

Danny was quick to catch his own staring as well, eyes flashing back to blue for only a second before reverting back to green. Almost as if to give off some kind of warning.

Ellie noticed his staring immediately and shoved Danny again, this time more forceful for his attention before turning to whisper something to him when she had him back.

Bruce felt his skin crawl before turning away to face their caseworker, not really understanding anything they were saying beyond hearing a few words and feeling their eyes look between each other and his back.

Death Touched was an especially new description, and one that stuck in his head the second he heard it.

Bruce waited until the kids were guided away by Alfred before talking to their caseworker officially and waking her up from her half delirious tired drop-off.

"Hey Roni? Is there any chance we can extend the Fenton kids stay?"

There was something going on here with these kids and he was going to get to the bottom of it. One way or another.

[sweetromanova]

Off The Record: Part Three🖤

Natasha Romanoff x Criminal Defense Lawyer!Original Female Character

Summary: She’s built a career on keeping secrets and defending the worst with nothing to lose. That changed when Natasha Romanoff showed up on the other side of the courtroom.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, psychological manipulation, implied child abuse and trauma, emotional abuse, mentions of torture, human and sex trafficking, war crimes and murder, implied coercion, legal corruption, gun violence, secondary character deaths, power imbalance, blood and injury depiction

A/N: for any lawyers, law students or legally-adjacent folks reading this, i did get some help from a friend when i wrote this but even she wasn’t fully convinced about the accuracy so if anything’s off, just kindly ignore the legal nonsense and roll with it!🖤

Chapter Three

Avengers Secondary Holding Facility, Upstate New York

March 20, 2022

Maria Hill dropped the file onto the conference room table like it was a live grenade. “Motion to suppress Exhibit B, Exhibit E, and preliminary statements from the intake log.”

Across from her, the Avengers looked up from their scattered files and half-drunk coffee. Tony, legs kicked up on the table, slowly lowered his sunglasses. “She’s tossing out our evidence?” He exclaimed. “On what grounds?!”

“Improper chain of custody on the Prague lab samples, lack of independent verification on the digital logs and-” Maria glanced at the page, jaw tightening. “-interrogation without formal counsel present.”

Natasha barely moved, her voice was flat. “That interrogation didn’t even include questions. We asked him to confirm his name when he was brought on to the quinjet.”

“She filed it as a rights violation.” Maria said. “The judge could side with her. Anything gathered between his detainment and her first meeting is inadmissible.”

“She’s good.” Steve muttered. Not admiring, just resigned.

“Too good.” Tony added, spinning his tablet toward him. “Which is why I’ve spent the last four hours looking into her.”

“Stark…” Maria warned but Tony ignored her.

“She’s been a defense attorney in New York for around a decade I believe, maybe less. Passed the bar with a near-perfect score. And then? Radio silence. No social media, no interviews, barely any photos that aren’t court composites or grainy trial press shots.”

Bruce frowned. “That’s not unusual for lawyers, is it?”

Tony leaned forward. “Not for normal lawyers, no. But this one? She’s got classified SHIELD seals on several of her past cases, sealed after trial, not before. You don’t get that kind of protection unless someone upstairs is nervous.”

Maria’s expression tightened. “You were poking into SHIELD casework?”

“I was poking and-” Tony said. “-I found a case involving an international arms dealer five years ago. Guy vanished mid-trial. Sienna filed a motion for mistrial two days later. No ruling. Case disappeared.”

“Off the books?” Steve asked.

Tony nodded. “More like burned.”

Natasha finally stood. “She’s not just doing her job. She knows how to play the system. She’s ten moves ahead of us and she’s not even sweating.”

Maria turned her screen around for them all to see, a new motion, filed just minutes ago. “Motion to Exclude Expert Testimony of Wanda Maximoff filed on grounds of ‘extrajudicial psychic influence’ and ‘unverifiable cognitive methods that violate federal evidentiary standards’.”

“She’s trying to disqualify Wanda?” Steve said, stunned. “We didn’t even use her, Sienna came before we had the chance.”

“She’s going to win that one.” Maria said, quietly. “We don’t have a precedent for enhanced verification in court. Not legally.”

Bruce leaned back. “She’s dismantling our case before it even gets to trial.”

Tony tossed his stylus onto the table. “Yeah, well, I want to know who trained her to do that.”

Natasha was already halfway to the door.

“Where are you going?” Maria asked.

Natasha didn’t look back. “To find a crack.”

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Antonia Dreykov’s Residence, Budapest

March 21, 2022

Night settled over Budapest’s old quarter like a weighted blanket. Natasha moved through the alleys with the easy, practiced steps of someone who used to know every corner of this place. A single security light buzzed and flickered above the rusted door of what looked like an old, shut-down print shop. She knocked twice, paused then once more.

A slit slid open, brown eyes that were cool but sharp studied her. “Romanoff.”

“Antonia. I need five minutes.” The lock turned and Natasha slipped inside.

The room was spare with only a folding table, two chairs and a kettle on a hot plate. Antonia Dreykov, once the Taskmaster, wore a black hoodie and a scar that the world would never see, leaned against the wall with her arms folded.

“You don’t visit old classmates unless the world’s ending.” She said, in accented English.

Natasha offered the faintest hint of a smile.  “Not ending. Just… rotting in court.”

She slid a photo across the table of Maksim Vasiliev in all his glory, taken during intake.

Antonia’s eyes hardened. “I remember him. Red Room winter inspections. He watched the proficiency trials. Took notes and offered suggestions.” She exhaled. “Always smelled like antiseptic.”

“I need you to tell a tribunal that.” Natasha said. “Under oath.”

Antonia shook her head. “I was never his prisoner. He didn’t lay hands on me. That makes me an observer, not a victim. A lawyer will shred me.”

“Sienna Blake will try.” Natasha admitted. “But the jury or the judges, just need corroboration. Someone outside HYDRA command structure who can place him inside the Red Room, during live exercises. Connect his ‘theoretical science’ to real girls.”

Antonia stared at the photo a long moment then asked the question Natasha was dreading. “What do you get out of this? Revenge or justice?”

Natasha’s reply was quiet but edged. “Both, if the system lets me.”

Finally, Antonia nodded once. “One condition. My testimony is sealed after court. No press. No cameras. I give you what I saw then disappear.”

“Done.” Natasha promised, without hesitation. “Maria Hill will handle the protective paperwork.”

Antonia grabbed a battered backpack, already packed up and ready to run. Natasha knew all too well that she’d done that several times in the past. “Then let’s go. I still owe that man a scar.”

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The Avengers Compound, Upstate New York

March 22, 2022

Maria looked up from a stack of motions as Natasha walked in with Antonia at her side. “Tell me that’s not who I think it is.” Maria said, glancing at the bandana that covered half of Antonia’s face.

“Antonia Dreykov.” Natasha confirmed. “Firsthand witness. She’ll place Vasiliev inside the Red Room on multiple dates between 2000 and 2010, observing live neural‑conditioning trials.”

Maria’s brows lifted. “That ties him directly to human experimentation outside his lab network. Undermines his whole ‘I just signed papers’ defense.”

“And it’s not evidence collected before counsel.” Natasha added.  “Fresh witness, voluntary.”

Antonia folded her arms.  “Your tribunal has a witness list form?”

Maria almost smiled. “Several.” She flipped open a new file. “Blake is going to contest relevance and credibility but if we can corroborate Maksim’s travel logs with Red Room intel, the judge should allow it.”

Natasha’s eyes were cool and focused for the first time in this trial.  “One crack at a time.”

Tony’s voice drifted in from the doorway, tablet in hand.  “Good news travels fast. Jarvis just pinged that Blake filed another motion at 05:30.”

Natasha didn’t look away from Maria. “Let her file. We have our own play now.”

Maria nodded, sliding a witness submission form across the table to Antonia. “Welcome to the fight.”

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Federal Tribunal Courtroom, Washington, D.C.

March 24, 2022

The courtroom wasn’t overly grand but it felt like it was carved from stone. It was all marble pillars, high ceilings, and silence so thick it pressed against your ears. Three tribunal judges sat in elevated chairs, stern-faced and unreadable.

In the gallery, Natasha, Steve, Sam, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Wanda and Tony lined the second bench. SHIELD’s legal team flanked Maria Hill, who sat rigid at the prosecution’s table.

Across from them, seated alone like she owned the goddamn floor was Sienna Blake.

Charcoal grey suit, heels like blades and not a hair out of place. A single black folder sat before her. No laptop. No assistant. She didn’t need them.

The clerk called the hearing to order. The judges gave nods then the lead judge began. “Counsellor Blake, you may proceed with your motions.”

Sienna stood smoothly. No notes. Just that controlled, deliberate walk toward the center. “Your Honours...” She began, voice calm and unshaken. “The defense respectfully moves to suppress the following. Preliminary intake statements made without legal counsel present, Second, a laboratory sample data lacking verified chain-of-custody documentation. Third, an expert testimony from an individual identified as ‘Wanda Maximoff’ on grounds of unverifiable psychic influence. And finally a witness testimony from Antonia Dreykov, on relevance and credibility grounds.”

There was a quiet intake of breath from SHIELD’s table and the second row. Maria didn’t blink. But Natasha stiffened. How the hell did she know about Antonia already? It was processed as close to the deadline as possible.

The lead judge looked over his glasses. “Ms. Blake, we’ll take each motion in order. Begin with the intake statements.”

Sienna nodded. “My client was detained for over six hours without legal representation. During that time, he was asked to verify documents, names, and operations he allegedly oversaw. Regardless of tone or intention, this constitutes an interrogation. It violates federal and international rights of due process.”

Maria stood. “He was read his rights. He refused counsel initially. Can I add this was all on his way into custody? No formal interrogation took place.”

“Refusal made without full capacity.” Sienna countered. “We have a pending psychiatric evaluation confirming impaired decision-making at the time.”

The judges conferred briefly. “Motion to suppress preliminary statements is granted.”

Tony swore under his breath. Natasha’s fingers tightened into fists. “Next.” The judge ordered.

“Chain of custody for Exhibit E.” Sienna continued. “The Prague lab samples, while potentially damning, were transported through three countries, two field agents and an undocumented private courier. No signed custody, no uninterrupted seal.”

Maria leaned forward. “We have timestamped photos and transfer logs.”

“And I have a U.S. v. Arvello precedent that ruled such documentation as insufficient under federal rules of evidence,” Sienna said, almost bored. “Even when a case involved nerve agents.”

A second pause. The center judge sighed. “Motion to exclude Exhibit E is granted.”

Steve murmured. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Welcome to the justice system.” Bruce muttered back.

“Third motion.” The judge prompted.

“Expert testimony from Wanda Maximoff.” Sienna said. “Her enhanced status may give her certain abilities, but the court cannot verify the accuracy of her cognitive impressions. There’s no precedent for psychics in federal court and no method of cross-examination to test the validity of her ‘truth detection.’”

Maria started to argue but the judge cut her off.

“This issue has been discussed previously. Without scientific validation, the tribunal cannot accept such testimony. Motion to exclude is granted.”

A cold, satisfied smile flickered on Sienna’s lips, so brief, it might’ve been imagined. ““Final motion.” The judge spoke. “Antonia Dreykov.”

Sienna nodded. “The defense questions the credibility and relevance of this witness. She cannot place my client in proximity to any specific criminal act, nor claim to be a victim. Her testimony is speculative and possibly biased due to past affiliations with the accuser, Agent Romanoff.”

Natasha stood. “Permission to speak, Your Honour.”

The judge considered. “Granted.”

“She’s not biased. She was there. I brought her in because I’ve been in those same rooms. Maksim Vasiliev didn’t just design the science. He watched it break people.”

Sienna’s tone stayed even. “And yet no record of his participation exists in SHIELD files, no documents, no signed orders. Just implication.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Implication’s enough when you know what to look for.”

The judge cleared his throat. “Motion to exclude Dreykov testimony is denied, pending further evidentiary review.”

Sienna didn’t react. She simply inclined her head and returned to her seat.

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Outside of the Federal Tribunal Courtroom, Washington, D.C.

March 24, 2022

The team exited in a tense, quiet crowd. Maria was reviewing the judges’ notes, eyes darting through paperwork.

Tony muttered. “That woman just disarmed three-quarters of our main evidence in this case without breaking a sweat.”

“She’s not just defending him.” Steve sighed. “She’s challenging everything we are.”

Natasha stopped at the edge of the marble steps, jaw tight. She looked down the block and there she was.

Sienna, standing calmly beside a black car, talking quietly into her phone. She glanced up once.

Their eyes met.

Sienna didn’t smile. She didn’t gloat.

She simply looked at Natasha the way you’d look at a chessboard… and she was moving her knight.

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Conference Room, Federal Tribunal Court, Washington, D.C.

March 25, 2022

The conference room was stark, a sharp contrast to the courtroom’s glory. A low table, somber faces and piles of legal documents formed a barricade between allies and adversaries. At the head sat Judge Harmon, the presiding officer from the tribunal, flanked by Maria, Sienna, and Natasha.

“Ms. Blake-” Judge Harmon began, voice even. “-your motions have been noted. The tribunal will allow subpoenas for further witnesses but they must be submitted within 48 hours.”

Sienna nodded, serene as ever. “Understood, Your Honour. We have a preliminary list, experts on psychiatric forensics, SHIELD operations analysts and an international witness whose testimony will be critical.” Maria exchanged a glance with Natasha but said nothing. 

“Agent Romanoff-” Judge Harmon turned to Natasha. “-your testimony will be scheduled. And any classified information must be vetted through SHIELD’s legal office before presentation.”

Natasha’s eyes didn’t waver. “Understood.”

The judge folded his hands. “This tribunal expects transparency and cooperation. The court will hold everyone accountable.”

The meeting adjourned swiftly, leaving a charged silence.

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Holding Area, Federal Tribunal Court, Washington, D.C.

March 25, 2022

Sienna and Natasha exited together, the crowd thinning until it was just the two of them.

The tension hung like smoke between them.

Natasha broke the silence first. “You play a dangerous game, Sienna. Defending a monster like Vasiliev, and doing it so well. It’s… infuriating.”

Sienna’s eyes glinted, sharp but not unkind. “I’m just doing my job. Everyone deserves a defense, even monsters. If you want to bring him down, you’ll have to fight me and the law first.”

Natasha’s jaw tightened. “You’re not just a lawyer. You’re a weapon in a suit and block heels.”

Sienna smiled faintly. “And you’re a soldier with nothing but your fury. But this isn’t a battlefield anymore.”

Natasha stepped closer. “Maybe not. But I won’t back down.”

Sienna’s smile softened, almost a hint of respect. “Neither will I.” 

[loudlittleecho]

Danny Phantom Prompt: Too Late to Save Them

Ok! There are similar concepts floating either around here or AO3 (or both), but I haven’t been able to find this particular angst path. (Though I’m sure it’s around)

So!

Canon Divergence After TUE (The Ultimate Enemy)

Danny fought his evil self, but was too late to save his family. Clockwork didn’t reverse time to save them— they were always meant to die. It was their “time.”

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“NO!” 

Danny was flown backward from the explosion, his body hurtling along with the rubble. 

The rubble. 

When the dust settled he heard sirens in the distance. Saw. . . a torn red beret beside his foot.

Tucker. 

Sam. 

His. . . 

Family. 

Distraught, confused, exhausted, Danny notices a woman crouched down beside him. She’s speaking to him, but he can’t hear her; there’s a dull buzz all around him, and the world seems more. . . narrow. It’s hard for him to focus on what he’s seeing. 

And then she. . . freezes. 

The world freezes in time. 

The ghost, Clockwork, is floating behind her. He has his hand out, waiting for something. His expression unreadable, but Danny understands. 

His fingers lightly grasp the thermos holding his future self. As though in a trance, he lifts it up to Clockwork. Gives him the thermos. 

Clockwork accepts it, continues looking at him impassively. 

Resumes time. 

. . . 

The days go by. He is released from the hospital in the care of a caseworker. She is talking to him gently, but he doesn’t hear what she’s saying. 

He's had many people talk to him, so many people gazing at him with pity. He can't be bothered to care.

He is led to a car, someone buckles him in. The car begins driving, and soon is parked in front of Fenton Works.

His home. 

The caseworker is saying something. . . Something about his aunt Alicia. He ignores her, walking into the house. 

Into the lab. 

He hears her scurrying after him.

Ignoring her cries of alarm, he goes into the portal. 

… 

He floats in the ghost zone. A few ghosts attempt to banter with him, push him around; but noticing his non reaction, leave him be. 

He can’t go home. Can’t go to Vlad. He has to keep his humanity to prevent becoming a monster. 

But how can he keep what he can’t feel?

He’s lost them all.

But he can keep his promise. 

“Don't worry. I won't turn into that. Ever. I promise.”

He floats further and further into the ghost zone. 

[petalandpastry]

day 8/100: 10.10

🌸 today was so longggg but I loved it all. also vry thankful that tape exists, so my arms don't turn to jello holding these lil tubies to the vortex for 10 minutes.

° extractions in the aDNA lab by myself for the first time!

° meeting about casework standardization & fundraising

° finished comp 2 (2/3)

° figured out some computer stuff + found a digital copy of my biochemistry textbook!

° got Halloween costumes with my partner

° paid a bill & went over my weekend budget

[aubreyplazababy]

🧠 Patterson (Blindspot) is autistic coded, fight me

Some evidences for Patterson being autistic coded:

The way she dives into casework, solving elaborate ciphers, staying up for days, and even forgetting meals, is a textbook example of hyperfixation. Not to mention how she often prefers working alone or in controlled environments.

Patterson often shows physical signs of overwhelm in high-stress moments, like flinching at noise, covering her face, pacing, etc. Her responses aren’t just dramatic, and don't need to be. She doesn’t always have the space to fall apart, so she implodes quietly, and it's a classic female-coded autistic masking.

She feels for people. Deeply. But doesn’t always know what to do with those feelings in the moment, and autistic-coded women often present like this, like caregivers who are “too much” or “too intense”

Fidgets with tech, taps pens, needs her lab just-so. It's a regulation via control (her lab = safe space) and meltdowns as system crashes.

Patterson’s arc = Autistic Burnout in Reverse. Like the way she starts masked, but by Season 5, she’s demanding her lab back, setting boundaries, and owning her weird.

Case closed.

[suzukiblu]

Day twelve of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim waits until the next morning, after their latest Young Justice sleepover has both occurred and concluded, and catches Kon while Cissie is bullying Bart away from the pancake mix and taking over the kitchen for her and Cassie to make everyone breakfast. It’s their turn, which is for the best; last time was Kon and Suzie, and they’d absolutely wrecked the kitchen before finally confessing that Kon had never actually cooked before and Suzie didn’t know if she knew how to. 

Breakfast had been Pop-Tarts and it’d taken them two hours to clean up the kitchen. Tim had just decided not to ask questions, at that point. 

“I’ve got a summary of the intel you asked for,” Tim says, holding out his single-page “report” for Kon, tucked nice and neat into a manilla folder. Kon looks startled. 

“Huh?” he says, blinking down at the folder. 

“I looked into Tim Drake,” Tim clarifies. “Long story short, you’re in the clear. His grades are stable, his disciplinary record isn’t concerning, and his psychological profile falls within acceptable parameters. His mother passed away a couple years ago, but his father just got remarried and he and the stepmother aren’t involved in anything shady, there’s no other relatives or criminal associates on record, and the family business’s practices are only a little morally dubious, which in Gotham is practically sainthood, frankly. Maybe don’t accept any unsourced archeological finds from him if it comes up, but otherwise you should be good. Go ahead and make friends.” 

“Uh, right,” Kon says, a brief flash of embarrassment crossing his face as his ears redden. “Friends. Yeah. Uh–you seriously checked him out to Bat-standards that quick, though? Geez, man, you didn’t have to do that. I coulda waited a couple weeks.” 

“Just rearranged a little casework that wasn’t time-sensitive anyway,” Tim replies, repressing a wince. Maybe he should’ve padded the time a little more on this. He doesn’t want Kon to think he wasn’t taking his request seriously. “Also, he’s a civilian high school student with exactly two family members and a fairly small friend group. There weren’t a lot of rabbit holes to go down.” 

“I guess not,” Kon says, looking awkwardly at the folder for a moment before pushing it back towards him. “Uh. I don’t need to, like . . . read that or anything. If you say he’s good, I mean.” 

“You don’t?” Tim asks, a little mystified. Kon looks embarrassed again. 

“It’s weird enough asking for a background check on a dude who’s apparently just trying to be nice,” he says. “I’m not gonna read it if there’s nothing I actually need to know.” 

Tim blinks, still more mystified, though he’s not sure if it’s Kon turning down perfectly-presented intel on a stranger or Kon trusting his opinion enough to turn down that intel that’s doing it. 

“Okay,” he says. “If you’re sure.”

“Uh, yeah. You really didn’t have to rush it, though,” Kon says, still looking embarrassed; tucking a loose curl of hair behind his ear in incredibly distracting fashion that Tim has to struggle to not be distracted by with limited success. “Like–it’s cool of you, but I really could’ve waited a couple weeks. Like, he’s probably not gonna go full mask-off supervillain day one at the mall, you know?” 

“I had the time,” Tim says, still feeling a little odd. “And it’s better to know before you spend too much time around him anyway, isn’t it?” 

Also, better to know so Tim can progress on bribing Kon out of his shitty lab-life and into a cute little cul-de-sac somewhere. Or an apartment building. Or an apartment block. 

“I guess, yeah,” Kon says, his face inexplicably reddening. “Um. Yeah. Uh. Thanks, Rob.”

Then he zips off abruptly without another word, and Tim is left mildly bewlidered and looking at the empty space he was just standing in. 

“. . . you’re welcome,” he says after a moment, no less bewildered, and puts the report away. 

He doesn’t really get Kon as a person, sometimes, but at least this is another step forward on the plan. He still needs to talk it all out with him as Tim Drake and work him up to it, because even Kon’s very weird socialization clearly still thinks it’s kinda strange for somebody to just offer to rent an apartment for him out of the blue, but then again, maybe that’s just because he thought Tim might be a supervillain. Which Tim still isn’t, technically. He’s like, a proto-supervillain at best. And only when it comes to bank fraud and pre-planning, because if he’s learned anything from Bruce at all, it’s that being the most prepared person in a situation absolutely always pays off. 

Maybe he can get Kon to quit Cadmus completely, if he plays his cards right here. He’ll start with a place that Kon can commute from, or at least by pretending they’re looking for a place that Kon can commute from. Maybe Cadmus would actually fucking pay him more than a pittance and an expense account, then, and Kon could save up a little. Tim should look into what the other field agents get, actually, though chances are “free room and board” is probably on most of their paychecks too, since Cadmus more than likely made most of them too. 

Fucking shitty asshole cloning labs. 

Maybe Tim should actually bribe some lobbyists the next time clones’ rights come up in legislation. Or just as soon as he has Kon safe and settled and secure outside of Cadmus, whichever comes first. That would definitely be a good use of his trust fund. 

Or just all of Drake Industries’ profits for that quarter, depending on how effectively he can distract his dad for said quarter. 

Tim’s a reasonably resourceful person. He could work something out. 

Also, clones’ rights implies getting Cadmus potentially shut down or at least more closely monitored, and maybe conning Superman into paying back child support for being irresponsible with his DNA. An incredibly powerful alien specifically primed for the local environment absolutely should’ve known better than to not have something arranged in case of his death besides just letting someone bury him, of all things. Incredibly stupid idea on his part, frankly. Isn’t there an AI running the Fortress of Solitude, to say nothing of all the androids? He absolutely could’ve set up a failsafe to come collect his body and lock down the Fortress once it was inside. Not a perfect solution, obviously, but definitely a better one than “let Metropolis just do whatever they feel like”. 

Much better, in Tim’s opinion. 

Seriously. Kryptonians are basically invasive predators on Earth. Superman absolutely should’ve known better than to leave his own dead body lying around. Frankly, Tim’s disappointed in Bruce for that one. He really should’ve had a talk with Superman about that particular oversight before Kon even happened. Not that Tim’s complaining about Kon existing, but Kon is basically the best-case scenario they could’ve gotten out of that. What if somebody’d possessed Superman’s empty body? What if they’d stripped it for parts and made a whole army of Supermen? What if any fucking number of things had happened? 

There’d better be something in place now, is all Tim’s gonna say. 

. . . maybe he’ll set up a high-yield savings account for any potential future Kon 2.0’s, just in case Superman decides to be stupid again. Just make monthly deposits and let it all collect interest. Tim’s not ready to be a clone-dad, but he can get the groundwork going. 

Hell, maybe he’ll make a Kon 2.0 one day. 

. . . that is an insane person thought, Tim recognizes. And way farther down along the supervillain pipeline than he wants to be right now. 

Still, Kon’s a hybrid, so he’s probably infertile, right? Which means if he ever wants to have kids or anything, he’d need–

Oh god, Tim thinks, and immediately hides his bright red face behind his fake summary of his own life story. Okay. New thought processes. New thoughts. New . . . everything, at this point. New all-the-things. 

He’s sixteen, he reminds himself accusingly. There is absolutely nothing about the idea of Kon with a little Kryptonian-ish baby that should appeal to him at all at this stage in his life. 

Just, well, his inner future supervillain apparently has a thing for punk telekinetic DILFs, he guesses. 

Well, given the timeline he’s intending to go supervillain on–

If Tim ever meets a telepath, he thinks he should probably just quit, actually. Like, for good. There is no possible way it wouldn’t end in absolute mortification. 

Oh god, Dubbilex is a telepath, isn’t he. Tim is never going to be able to be in the same room with the man again without employing every possible meditation technique he knows, because otherwise his brain is just going to be screaming about what Kon looks like soaked in Kool-Aid with his hair slicked back. Or how he smirks when he’s flirting with a civilian stranger at a café. Or the mental image of him in a crop top and Daisy Dukes version of his superhero costume, ngh–

Tim can definitely just never be in the same room with Dubbilex again. Or Martian Manhunter. Or maybe just anyone. 

Dammit.

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American Royalty. Ch. 3

A Homelander X F! Reader and Dadlander fic.

A/N: Cuz somebody asked 'bout taglist... I'll be including one for those interested, if you want to be in it please leave a comment on the fic and i will include you in the next update as I be working on 'Of the same poisonous ilk' this week thus meaning next ch. of A.R. will come out next week. Plz check My Pin Post for previous chapters!! thxs for reading

Tags: mild gore, angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter Three

White.

He followed you for two weeks, in that time he had made up his mind about putting those doubts at rest– he knew Helena wasn’t his. She looked nothing like him. You had to have been lying about the V, some clever ruse that you came up with on the spot, but that doubt now cemented itself, digging and clawing deeper in his brain… that perhaps he had been  mistaken.

So he followed you, making notes about your predictably sad routine– you worked six days a week. The hours varied but you were always working (except for saturdays and most sundays you only did half days), you worked at Lucci’s four days, and as a cook and waitress at a local diner five days for really short shifts at a time either mornings or nights, it was frankly a nightmare to follow. Your skills almost wasted as you broke your back making corned beef sandwiches and serving tables. You usually seemed to make it home by 9 pm, and Kaleem (your boss) and his wife took care of your kid, you seemed close to the family of four that or they liked that your daughter tutored their kids for free, even their 17 year old relied on her, your neighbor also babysat in exchange for dog food and groceries, and money on the occasion.

Your daughter attended a local public school, already attending tenth grade at her tender age. Usually making her own way home or heading straight to your boss’s house, it was bizarre and frightening to see such a small child walk alone in dangerous Brooklyn streets but she didn’t seem afraid in the least, Homelander wouldn’t dare Ryan do that in Manhattan, he could see the tabloids headlines and a dozen dangers.

She entered a small park, resting by a bench for an awfully long time just not doing much until she looked up and stared back at the sky, she waved her tiny hand at Homelander, aware of what building he had been watching her from.

Helena scooted over giving him an open invitation, something he nervously accepted.

That day after seeing you for the first time, he had done his homework ordering a crew of interns to canvas all files for information partaning every child that was given compound V around the time of Helena’s birth, to check any discrepancies in old inventory records, and cctv footage that remained of those days to see if they’ve been altered, he worked them past clock off hours, and after a week they’d come empty handed, no child was given V that matched her description, he had found the hospital you’ve given birth and found no record of Vought’s grimy fingers, nor of any rogue scientist feeding kids V that was operating or suspected to operate around that time, His team also found that you never entered Helena on any casting calls, pageants or events. She had no superhero name registration or trademark, Vought manager or caseworker, or appeared on Vought’s records in any capacity, he clung to hope that maybe the information would come to light but the twenty people on the case were having no luck.

He entered the lab where a young recruit who had the least to lose handed him the results. He dared not read them outloud and instead took a step back as Homelander slumped against the wall.

So here he was staring at this little girl.

“You’ve been following my mother. I don’t really understand nor care much, but following me is a tad creepy, sir.”

“Could you hear me from over there?” He asked surprised, trying to look imposing with his stiff shoulders.

“I sensed you… I keep my radar on when heading home, that way I can keep an eye for treats– in the absence of super senses.”

“What sort of treats?” he said with ignorant concern.

“You don’t come down to the projects very often, do you?” She found his stiff posture interesting, wondering how much of it was habit versus the suit– so how may I help you?”

“I had some business with your mother.”

“Then how does it pertain to me?” she scoffed.

“Your mother never registered you with Vought. All super-abled children whether they choose to pursue this career or not– have to be registered at some point. I couldn’t find any records of a Helena L/N or your Superhero persona”

She chuckled lightly.

“Sure. That’s something the boss handles instead of some mid-level intern… So you think my mother stole some compound V while she was under your employment? I guess after a bunch of Supervillains began to come out of thin air– it is concerning that there’s unregistered Supe’s wandering around.” She stands up– If my mother had stolen compound V for profit do you think we would be living in this place?” She leaned back trying to control that shit eating grin teasing her lips.

“A cover story.”

“I think I was right about you.” She fixes her backpack, jumping off the bench, he follows her as she begins to walk away– "I always liked A-Train more than you. Out of the whole lot you look the most maladjusted, sir.”

“You have quite the mouth there, little missy.” His irritation was more than visible, he scrunched his hand, and the girl could only raise a corner of her thin lips in disbelief– "Your mother failed to teach you manners didn’t she?”

“I have manners. I reserve them for people who aren’t peeping toms, you clown.”

Homelander eyes glittered red, trying to control his anger, he looked away, squeezing his eyes– she was just a little girl with a mouth afterall, she could afford to be a brat.

As she walked away before he could take a step to pull her– Helena had disappeared. Everything about her was gone, he looked around finding nothing, the air hadn’t been pushed so she hadn’t run at hyper speed, he looked up to see if she had taken flight finding nothing, not even a shadow out of place– she had simply vanished.

He was left perplexed, his senses unable to pick up on anything nearby.

He was back at the tower, looking at the pile of documents they had gathered of you, your finances were a wreck, he hadn’t even remembered asking for any of these things done to you. His chest heavy as he noted just how thorough Vought had been, but that meant nothing, he had money to spare. Helena had a bad mouth but what child wouldn’t be hardened by living in the slums? What child wouldn’t come out damaged if they lived so poorly and without a father? By a mother that had done nothing but neglect them. 

He could fix it.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, entering his father’s studio as he read– I saw this movie was out and I thought…”

“Just work, tiger.” He pushed his work down– we can go see a movie… let me see if Ashley can reserve the cinema for us.”

That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but it was something.

Homelander could barely contain his excitement, he was certain Ryan would be happy when he could deliver the news.

Now he was at your workplace once again, just an hour before opening. It was only you, another cook and your boss doing all the prep-work, he was out in the back as you stood out to drop some rubbish, your apron covered in flour and you reeked of san marzano tomatoes and shampoo.

“We need to talk.” He said firmly.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You said weakly, feeling bile burning at the bottom of your throat– I… I have to go.”

“Helena is my daughter so we need to talk.”

You froze, your eyes so wide they could pop out of their sockets if you opened them any further, you looked at the door and closed it wishing nobody else heard him, not even the rats and roaches.

“There’s nothing to discuss. I told you… I told you back then she was yours! And you ruined my life for it!” 

“Don’t be so dramatic, I just dumped you.” he waved his arms to match his scoff– now–

“You… You… You don’t remember what you did? God I really didn’t matter to you…” You couldn’t hold back the flow of tears– You took everything from me!!”

The gap between you two was broken by your own feet, your knees shook but hatred kept you standing.

“You had me blacklisted from every fucking restaurant in the country! Most of my savings were frozen by the fucking FBI over some bullcrap investigation, and I still can’t even touch my own fucking money!! My insurance was canceled somehow! and then your fucking company bought my apartment building and evicted me!!” You growled and shouted, your spat on his face as you pushed him to no avail– I was pregnant living in my fucking car with a few thousand dollars in the most expensive city in the world!!”

Homelander had nothing to say, feeling the spit drip down his cheek.

“I… I lost everything. And just to hurt me you made Helena a Supe… did it make you happy? Did it make you happy when I had to sleep in a shelter with a newborn and 30 thousand dollars in debt!?” You took a step back trying to clean the tears clinging to your eyes– You don’t get to talk about my daughter.”

“The one you barely see.”

“WHOSE FUCKING FAULT IS THAT!!?” you pulled on his suit forcing him to see you straight in the eyes– We got nothing to talk about. Helena is mine, you abandoned her! you don’t get to waltz into her life as if you deserve it after all you did! She doesn’t need you! Not when all the pain you cause wasn’t worth it”

“I didn’t know I could have children.”

Becca had looked at him with fear and disgust more than anger, but your words reminded him of her, he had made a mistake then, now Ryan had to live with the weight of killing his mother. Had he played his cards less impulsively, she would have relented. 

“I was told I was infertile. That I had nothing down there, not even wonky swimmers! Why would I believe you…?” He bit his lip grabbing your hands as he had gently done so in the past– my whole life I was told I could never have a family, the one thing they failed to do when they made me… until I discovered Ryan… back then… back then I–

“Don’t touch me.” You pulled your hands but his grip is solid– I don’t want to listen to you.”

“I am sorry!”

His eyes were hurt, he softened his grip as you took your bruised hands back.

You wanted that apology but this wasn’t it. It didn't matter at the end, you wanted him gone but you would regret this later, as you saw those hurt blue eyes, all you saw was his daughter, it was as if she had a copy of his expression tattooed on her dna.

“... Come to my house by midnight tonight…”

You left him there.

Thinking of Helena’s tear filled blues.

You were becoming insane, the whole day at work you stayed silent, quietly building pies and cutting pizza, just another busy day. Calling the diner telling them Helena’s sitter had called in sick, and nobody could watch you kid.

Helena seemed happy to have the extra time with you even if all she did was do her homework and listen to some free college classes that she had somehow managed to enroll in (probably thanks to her teachers) while you watched TV. You looked at the recording discussing thermodynamics which she seemed to be struggling with. By ten she was in bed and you waited, finding yourself baking a Torta della Nonna while waiting for a man you weren’t sure would show up, taking a short nap until something tapped at your foot.

“Helena…?” you said groggily.

“No.”

Looking at him in your home woke you up harder than an earthquake, you jumped on your feet quickly to make distance.

“You could knock on the door! Did… Did you come through the window?”

“Didn’t want to wake up Helena.” 

“Please don’t pretend you suddenly care about her. Look… I will listen to you… I need to know why you made her a Supe.” your words are low but fast.

You took to the kitchen, taking a small pot, honey and saffron.

“I want to know what you want so YOU can move on, and leave us alone.”

He stood by the entrance arms tucked behind his back with a look of indignation, as you took the milk out of the fridge.

“I made cake… still like milk?”

You heated the milk, infusing it with a pinch of saffron and a dash of honey, you seemed happy to serve this, this was what you served Helena when she had too many bad days.

“Helena is a very special girl… she’s so smart but I think she’s lonely. Her powers make it hard for her to have friends, being a super genius makes it hard for her to relate to kids… then on top of that there are the other powers– she really lucked out there but I can’t afford to make her into a Supe.  You wasted your time there.”

She was your pride, you wanted to bolster to anybody about how special your daughter was, she was all you had after all, the only thing that kept you going. You wanted to shove it in his face just all the good that he had thrown away, and will never experience.

“She can teleport.” He said taking the cup, the taste was sweet and delicious, it would help him sleep soundly tonight– pretty impressive.”

“Teleport?” You look puzzled then your head shakes as you laugh lightly– no, silly. She can’t teleport. I gathered you talked to her– don’t do that again. But… no she can’t teleport… Helena can turn invisible like Translucent but better… She can make her clothes invisible too, and make psionic force fields. What you witnessed was her putting herself in an invisible bubble and making the bubble float away from you.”

You tried to contain the panic inside you with a stiff grin, boasting calmed you down.

“I didn’t hear her heartbeat.” He argued back.

“What happens in the bubble stays in the bubble… including sounds. Trust me I’d sat down and watched her experiment.” 

“That’s impressive.” He smiled proudly.

“Until she runs out of oxygen.” you moved past him wishing you had space for a dining table, all you had in your living room was a coffee table, your couch, the TV and two large floor cushions, you and Helena ate on the floor in front of the TV and your seating options felt too intimate but alas is the floor– she has two types of force fields…”

“Can she fly?”

“Technically no but yes if you ask her, the second type of bubble… she can float inside it, but I won’t let her test the limits of the bubble.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want my daughter to end up splattered all over the sidewalk!” you hissed.

Homelander followed you, taking his place on the floor too excited to talk about this to care about being asked to sit like a dog 

“So she’s out there with the best… When she was three she told me her superhero name was ‘Ghost Girl’ but that died quickly. So it's your turn to talk, Homelander.”

Homelander was unsure where to begin, taking a long sip of his drink, you had stopped calling him by his name, you had taken John and made it your own, but he had taken it back as he ended it all.

So he told you quite a story, about how he learned about Ryan, about all the secrets Vought had kept from him, how they had kept Ryan trapped in a cage, about the lies he told you about his parents, and his actual upbringing. You sat in silence unable to respond as he told you the horrific things he endured with a straight face, as if you were speaking to somebody else, about how much he had wanted a family and about how he felt when he believed you’d betray him.

Homelander had been happy, he thought he had finally found somebody to have a life with, he was angry, he wanted to hurt you, and after it was all done he pushed your memory aside.

But above all how he now regretted it all.

“I was awful to you, but now that Vought belongs to me that means they will never hurt Helena.”

You stared at him coldly.

“So Ryan was born with powers… So no matter what– Helena would have always had powers?”

“I don’t know. Her powers are nothing like mine, and she’s still young so she might…”

“God I certainly hope not. Look I’m sorry all of those things happened to your son, and you. I’m glad Helena is safer now, and I thank you for that— but cut to the chase. What is it that you want? You want me to tell her about you? She never wanted a father, heck I don’t think she needs me!” You snapped, trying to force the empathy out of your system.

“Why would you say that?”

“Helena is… different… I dunno what is happening in her mind ever.”

It stung to say those things, your love for her didn’t change things, but it was a pervasive thought you endured… awful thoughts about your daughter.

“Helena was a quiet baby… hardly ever cried. I took her to several doctors and nobody could figure out why my baby didn’t cry, why she seemed to live inside her mind, why she always stared at nothing… When she started to talk, the more she absorbed, the more she learned, the less of a baby she became– my daughter is an adult trapped in a baby’s body.” You took a quick bite but it was hard to swallow– the first time she showed her powers… the force fields… we were walking home when some drive-by took place. We had only gone for a stroll, I wanted to save on gas so we walked to the grocery… we… when the bullets stopped in front of my own eyes.”

You could see that sunny afternoon so vividly, the random kids doing their thing until some gray car drove by, the thunderous sound of bullets, and a wounded boy staring at the bullet that would’ve taken his life had your daughter’s forcefield hadn’t enveloped the whole sidewalk.

With a slight flick of her wrist the bullets were returned, two men lost their lives and one was wounded, the group of kids on your sidewalk survived and the boy who almost bled out, your boss’s nephew helped you get your job.

“Helena didn’t care.”

Those two lifeless bodies rotting slowly before you, hadn’t mattered to her, she simply scoffed and asked if the police were going to arrest her before the ice cream melted.

Homelander now had something to work with in terms of records but he didn’t need them anymore.

“I love her… but I worry she’s…”

“She just needs to be with more of her kind. Y/N I want to offer you a job… your job back…”

“No.” You jumped back on your heels– I don’t want anything to do with you, Homelander.”

“I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes I did with Ryan and her mother! I want to be in her life and you need me to be in her life…” He bore his fangs– with her powers you cannot provide her with the future she deserves. You would never clean enough tables and scrape enough tips to get her what she deserves–

“So you’re just going to wave money at me and act like that fixes everything?” There was so much disgust in your face, even he grew silent– I… I don’t want your money and I’ll make sure Helena has all she needs, if you want to give me money why don’t you start by unfreezing MY bank accounts so I can move the fuck out of this place! If you are so concerned about your daughter’s wellbeing all of a sudden… then let me take care of her.” You growled at him.

“Would that be enough for you to let me be in her life?” He looked so vulnerable right now trying not to anger you further– If you take… if you take the job at Vought you’ve making four times what you make at your two jobs”

“I don’t want to owe you anything.”

You hated yourself, your ego and your honor had been bruised and never healed, you clung to those broken limbs hoping you had it in you to deny him but that look in his eyes and his crazy story told you he wasn’t ever going to stop until he got you to agree.

You knew what man he truly was, you could still see the red, hear his screams and the smell of blood. For once you had to be a hypocrite.

“... You… You can’t tell her… until… until I think it is okay… I won’t work for you… not the job that you’re offering me… I can quit my second job and take yours part-time. I’ll choose my days! Only three days tops, same pay! and Helena can have access to Vought training resources and daycare.” You sank on your shoulders– her powers are only going to get stronger and if she ever loses control… it’ll be my fault if somebody gets hurt again.”

The request was absurd but Homelander was on his feet taking your hand, a beam in his eyes and a shaky smile.

“Your son… he might take it badly if you suddenly bring another kid saying is his sister, you have to be gentle or he’ll get hurt. We can try figure this out… just don’t hurt my kid or yours.”

Your concern was genuine, and his heart began to melt as he saw the worry in your eyes for a child that wasn’t yours.

“Thank you… can… can I come tomorrow to discuss the details?”

You nodded, unable to look at him in the eyes any further, shocked when you received a strange short lived hug, as he parted and headed to the door where your daughter slept soundly, he peered through the crack for quite some time.

You hated him but you couldn’t deny you needed the help, he owed you seven years of child support, he had made you sleep in your car, he had made you fearful of sleep as you slept in shelters and filled you with shame as you jumped from couch to couch with the world's quietest baby.

So he had his usefulness, money wouldn’t fix anything but it would make Helena's life easier.

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[cameronxwatchyouburnxpiney]

Cameron Pineys' Biography

Cameron Piney never really had a home—at least, not in the way most people mean when they say it. He had addresses, case numbers, and a list of foster parents long enough to rival a rap sheet. Nine placements, to be exact. Nine sets of “new beginnings” that ended the same way every time: someone promised love, and someone broke under the weight of pretending.

He remembers glimpses of warmth—a dog’s bark, a laughing voice, maybe a home-cooked meal—but those memories are fragments, warped and buried beneath years of being passed around like an unwanted package. People always talked about adoption like it was a gift. Like love could be handed out and revoked on a whim. Cameron learned quickly that promises didn’t mean a damn thing unless someone bled to keep them.

Still, he didn’t become bitter. Not right away. He watched. He studied. He saw the exact moment every so-called parent’s patience fractured, when saccharine affection soured into silent neglect. He learned how to read people by necessity—how to see through their masks, how to hear the truth beneath a lie.

But it wasn’t until Savannah Daffodil that Cameron truly understood just how dangerous people could be when no one’s watching.

She was just another kid in the system—sharp-tongued, a little jaded, but not broken. Not yet. She vanished one day without a word. And the foster parents? The ones who made chore charts and smiled like they were auditioning for sainthood? They didn’t bat an eye. Lied to the caseworker with ease. Claimed she was “at the library,” “sleeping over,” “out with friends.” Weeks passed. Nothing changed. Savannah had disappeared, and no one cared.

Except Cameron.

So, he looked.

He followed threads no one wanted him to pull. And when he broke into an old shed on the edge of the couple’s property, what he found rewrote everything he thought he knew about monsters.

Four bodies. Four kids. All in various stages of decay.

The girl he’d shared microwave dinners and half-hearted jokes with was just the latest entry in a long-running nightmare.

He told the police. He testified. He made sure they went away for a long, long time. But that wasn’t enough.

Cameron realized in that moment—he didn’t want to survive the system. He wanted to burn it down and rebuild it better.

The Making of an Agent

He didn’t wait. The day he turned eighteen, he began his path to law enforcement. No one believed he’d last—too emotional, too intense, too personal. But Cameron didn’t want to follow procedure. He wanted to change it. And he had no intention of letting bureaucracy or politics get in the way of justice.

He rose fast—fueled by grit, a photographic memory, and a borderline obsessive commitment to the victims no one else would remember. From beat cop to detective, from profiler to federal agent, he clawed his way up the ranks.

Now? He’s one of the youngest agents assigned to the FBI’s Organized Crime Task Force, with a specialized focus in behavioral profiling, missing persons, and human trafficking.

His current case?

The Viper Mob.

The Hunt for Orion Hastings

A ghost wrapped in silk and power, Orion Hastings and his Viper Mob are at the center of a tangled web that spans cities, countries, and bodies. From drug trades to underground labs, missing metahumans to political blackmail—if there’s rot in the system, the Vipers are coiled somewhere at the core.

Cameron knows the body count they’ve left behind. He knows the children they’ve disappeared. And he knows how the system’s let them slip through the cracks time and time again.

Not this time.

He’s made it personal.

He studies their movements, tracks their cash flows, listens for whispers in back alleys and burned-out warehouses. He knows they’ve got people on the inside—cops, judges, maybe even agents. He doesn’t care. He’s coming for them anyway.

And if he has to walk alone to see justice done?

So be it.

The Complication: Her

Cameron never expected the job to get complicated like this. He’s not the type to fall for anyone—too busy, too jaded, too used to building walls no one’s allowed to scale.

And yet... her.

He didn’t know who she was at first. Just someone smart, sharp, magnetic in a quiet kind of way. She challenged him, saw through him, and for the first time in years, Cameron let his guard down. They crossed paths through an informant. It wasn’t supposed to be anything. A conversation. A spark.

Then he found out she was Orion Hastings’ sister.

It hit like a punch to the ribs.

The sister of the man he’s been hunting for years. The man responsible for dozens of disappearances, death, destruction. And there she is—untouched by the family empire, or maybe just skilled enough to hide it. Whether she’s truly innocent or not, he doesn’t know. 

What he does know is that he wants her—and that terrifies him.

Because Cameron Piney doesn’t do conflicted. He doesn't date potential liabilities.

But when he looks at her, it’s like something inside him softens. Not weakens—just reminds him he’s still human.

He keeps trying to pull away. To cut it off. But every time she shows up, every time she texts, or calls, or looks at him with those eyes that say she knows he’s lying to himself… he can’t do it.

So now he’s stuck. Torn between the case that’s defined his entire career—and the one person he might not be able to arrest without breaking himself in the process.

The Man Behind the Badge

Cameron Piney isn’t a hero. He doesn’t want to be. He’s a survivor turned hunter, a man with a badge and a blood-soaked purpose. He lives out of a duffel bag more than a home, sleeps four hours a night, and chain-smokes like his lungs are expendable.

He still remembers Savannah. Still hears her laugh when he walks into a silent room. Still keeps a photo of her tucked behind his ID. She's the reason he does what he does. She's the reason he hasn't stopped.

Emotionally, he's a slow burn—sarcastic, a little too intense, but fiercely loyal once you break through his walls. He doesn’t trust easily, and if you lie to him, you get one chance. That's it.

He has a gun, a badge, a scar over his ribs from a case gone wrong, and a list of names he hasn’t crossed off yet.

At the top of that list?

Orion Hastings.

And somewhere, written in a softer, more vulnerable corner of his heart?

Her.

The woman he should walk away from.

But can't.

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Brand: Mott Manufacturing Introduction: Mott Manufacturing delivers premium laboratory furniture and fume hoods with a focus on customization and quality. Location: Brantford, Ontario, Canada Website: www.mott.ca Main Products: Lab casework, fume hoods, workbenches, and custom lab furniture. Advantages: Highly customizable solutions. Environmentally sustainable practices.

Brand: Haldeman Homme, Inc. Introduction: Haldeman Homme provides turnkey laboratory furniture and equipment solutions for diverse scientific applications. Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA Website: www.haldemanhomme.com Main Products: Lab casework, fume hoods, and modular lab furniture. Advantages: Comprehensive project support. Strong emphasis on quality and design.

Brand: Kottermann Introduction: Kottermann specializes in fully modular laboratory furniture and fume cupboards for modern research environments. Location: Uetze, Germany Website: www.kottermann.com Main Products: Modular lab furniture, fume hoods, and specialized lab systems. Advantages: Focus on modularity and sustainability. Renowned for German engineering excellence.

Brand: Steelcase Introduction: Steelcase designs innovative and ergonomic laboratory furniture solutions, blending function and aesthetics. Location: Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA Website: www.steelcase.com Main Products: Workstations, storage systems, and ergonomic furniture. Advantages: Strong emphasis on design and ergonomics. Wide range of customizable options.

Brand: NuAire Introduction: NuAire specializes in laboratory furniture and biosafety cabinets that meet stringent safety and quality standards. Location: Plymouth, Minnesota, USA Website: www.nuaire.com Main Products: Biosafety cabinets, lab benches, and laminar airflow systems. Advantages: Industry leader in biosafety solutions. Strong focus on innovation and reliability.

Brand: Kewaunee Introduction: Kewaunee Scientific Corporation is a global leader in the design, manufacture, and installation of laboratory, healthcare, and technical furniture products. Location: Statesville, North Carolina, USA Website: www.kewaunee.com Main Products: Lab casework, fume hoods, work surfaces, and technical furniture. Advantages: Trusted by professionals worldwide. Uses eco-friendly manufacturing processes.

How to Choose the Best Brand for Your Lab

Selecting the right brand depends on your specific requirements and budget. Consider the following factors.

Evaluate Your Needs

Type of Work

Chemical Experiments: Prioritize chemical-resistant surfaces.

Biological Research: Look for hygienic and easy-to-clean materials.

Space Constraints

Compact Labs: Opt for modular and space-saving designs.

Large Facilities: Consider customizable and scalable furniture.

Compare Costs and Features

Budget Considerations

Value for Money: Balance affordability with quality.

Bulk Discounts: Save more when outfitting an entire lab.

Additional Features

Integrated Utilities: Choose furniture with built-in power options.

Warranty Coverage: Ensure long-term protection for your investment.

Trends in Laboratory Furniture for 2025

Staying updated on emerging trends helps in making informed decisions. Here’s what’s popular this year.

Sustainability

Eco-Friendly Materials

Recycled Components: Reduce environmental impact.

Low VOC Finishes: Improve indoor air quality.

Energy Efficiency

Smart Lighting Integration: Minimizes energy consumption.

Renewable Manufacturing: Supports sustainable practices.

Technology Integration

Smart Features

IoT Connectivity: Syncs with lab equipment for streamlined operations.

Digital Displays: Offers real-time monitoring of experiments.

Advanced Safety

Fireproof Materials: Adds extra protection for sensitive experiments.

Anti-Microbial Surfaces: Reduces contamination risks.

Conclusion

Choosing the right laboratory furniture brand ensures a safe, efficient, and productive workspace. Brands like XYZ Labs, LabTech Pro, and Apex Scientific offer innovative solutions for every need. Evaluate your requirements, compare features, and consider trends to make the best decision for your lab in 2025.

ZH LAB is the largest laboratory furniture manufacturer in Guangzhou, China, with a 20,000m² production center and over 10 years of industry experience. We specialize in delivering high-precision, expertly designed lab tables and furniture tailored to meet your needs.

✅ Precision & Expertise – Our team ensures every piece is crafted for durability and functionality. ✅ Advanced Manufacturing – Equipped with state-of-the-art machinery, we guarantee efficiency and consistency in production. ✅ ISO-Certified Quality – We adhere to the highest industry standards, ensuring superior quality control.

Choose ZH LAB for reliable, high-quality, and expertly crafted lab furniture. Contact us today to transform your laboratory with the best solutions!

[csistudies]

Tuesday 12th November 2024 [26/100 DOP]

Today was the third session of Forensic Casework:

The suspect stain which tested negatively for saliva...uh..tested positive as human semen which was definitely something.

We also did glass analysis and examination under a microscope.

One of the members of my lab group and I were losing our marbles because we had to tie a thread to the glass fragments to measure density and the threads kept sliding off.

The rest of our group did FTIR testing of paint samples - both recovered and reference

Also they did DNA extraction which was interesting

[ggblasts]

Spotted: Esmerelda Ortiz lighting up the Manhattan skyline last night, dazzling in a shimmering metallic ensemble that stole the show. Her barely-there halter top and matching skirt hugged her every curve, while a jeweled face veil added an extra touch of drama. This wild child-turned-crime scene investigator looked like she was stepping out of a dream, but was this just a moment of escape from her high-pressure job, or is Esme showing us all that the party girl inside her is still very much alive?

It wasn’t long ago that Esmerelda traded late-night clubbing for late-night casework, diving headfirst into the gritty underworld of New York crime. But with an outfit like that, and a night spent under glittering lights, it was easy to forget that her days are filled with forensic analysis and solving murders. Has Esme really figured out how to balance her intense CSI career with her love for the nightlife, or is she dangerously close to slipping back into her old habits? Her look last night certainly suggested the latter, exuding confidence, allure, and a hint of rebellion.

Insiders say Esme has been spending more time out than in lately, and while no one doubts her skills in the lab, whispers are starting to circulate about whether the pressures of her job are catching up with her. Manhattan’s finest crime scene investigator by day, life-of-the-party by night—it’s a lot for anyone to juggle. But if anyone can do it, it’s Esmerelda. And last night, she wasn’t just keeping up with the crowd—she was leading it, turning heads as easily as she analyzes evidence.

Surrounded by her usual crew, Esme looked completely at ease, laughing and dancing the night away, her shimmering outfit reflecting the strobe lights like she belonged in a different universe. No sign of stress here—just a woman who knows how to have a good time. But with a job as intense as hers, is this just blowing off steam, or is she running from something deeper? Some say Esme’s carefree nights are becoming too frequent for comfort, raising eyebrows among her more serious colleagues.

No one can deny that Esmerelda Ortiz knows how to make an entrance and keep the party going, but how long can she keep this double life up? Between the high stakes of her job and her penchant for the spotlight, there’s bound to be a breaking point. Could this glamorous night out be the calm before the storm, or is Esme just proving that she can have it all—a killer career and an enviable social life?

For now, Manhattan’s queen of forensics keeps us guessing, straddling the line between work and play. Whether she’s sifting through evidence or taking center stage at the city’s hottest parties, Esmerelda knows how to keep all eyes on her. But the real question is: how long can she juggle it all before one side starts to crack? You know you love me.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

@tfesmereldaortiz

[loudlittleecho]

Too Late To Save Them: Frozen in Time Offshoot: What happened in Amity

Set after this prompt

What's happened in Amity after the explosion and Danny accident:

The town: Horrified. Vlad finds out about Maddie, was told about his godfather duties.

Alicia was headed to the town to meet Vlad, check on Danny, see if Danny really wants to go with this guy. (Has had a couple phone calls with Maddie about how Vlad was Danny's godfather, (Maddie was always vague about it), but had been considering switching it over to Alicia instead; though Jack didn't agree.) Danny is 14, and while not yet 16, a judge might allow Danny to pick.

When Alicia arrives the Fenton house is blocked off.

Police and strange men in all white suits around. A shaken caseworker walks over to her and - breaks down.

Alicia feels a horrible pit grow in her chest.

Where. Is. Her. Nephew.

She spots Vlad speaking to an officer. His suit is ruffled, hair unkempt. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.

Alicia only looks better because she took a sleeping aid the day before- she needed to be there for Danny.

The caseworker; Molly- eventually manages to say there had been an accident.

Alicia ignores everyone as she pushes her way into the house. There is someone standing at a staircase, asking her to go back out.

She barrels her way down the stairs and sees. . .

She had never seen her sisters lab in person.

Had never seen. . . That grotesque glowing void.

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Vlad: depressed at Maddie's death. He's dismissive of Danny's accident. . . the boy probably ran off to grieve. Vlad's at a loss from the families demise.

Expects Danny to show up at some point.

The town demands the portal be shut down. To find Danny's remains. The GIW attempt to shut it off, but they're idiots.

A week goes by. As the mayor, Vlad has shut down many discussions about the stupid portal and the town upset with the GIW. Tired of it all, he goes to the Fenton house (that has a memorial set up on the steps) as a ghost, and turns off the portal.

The mayor resigns. The town believes it's because he was close to the family. (partially true). The GIW find the portal shut down. (they take the credit).

The house goes to Alicia. She donates most of the items. The tech stuff she refuses to sell to the GIW.

She has it destroyed instead. (She can't bear to destroy her sisters notes though. She sends the notes to Vlad. He was Jacks best friend from college, he can deal with it.)

No one buys the house. Eventually she has the house demolished and turns the land into a community garden.

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A few years go by.

The Manson family take over maintenance of the garden in honor of their daughter. Alicia let's them. (They hire an overseer: they do try the whole “gardening thing”, but it isn’t for them. It was Samantha’s) Honestly the garden does incredibly well. Anyone can ‘rent’ a plot (essentially just stick your name on a stick in an empty plot and it’s yours). Many plots are ‘take what you need’, in honor of the ultra-recyclo-vegetarian. 

With the portal destroyed the ghosts don’t bother the town as often. Red Huntress isn’t seen as often. Valerie graduates high school and travels, at first as a ghost hunter, but with age she now realizes that ghosts are. . . Complex. She doesn’t exactly ‘join’ the Justice League, but does work with other minor heroes occasionally.

The Foley's move. Everywhere they walk in Amity they are reminded of their son. They can't handle the sorrowful looks of passerby.

Casper High has invested in programs to support teen mental heath. Most of the town doesn't mind their taxes going up to assist with the extra funding.

The faculty start and continue a scholarship: The Lancer Education Scholarship, awarded once a year to a graduating student who planned to go to college to become a teacher.

The town moves on. 

[petalandpastry]

days 6-7: 10.8-10.9

🌸 ahhhh I've been slacking on my posts but it's bc I've been so ✨busy✨ (kinda)

° met with my coworkers for some brainstorming

° biochemistry I class

° casework lab

° reviewing some career advancement opportunities (vry exciting but also taking over my life haha)

° emails! emails! emails!

° set up some appointments: vet, mechanic, therapy

[glesales]

The Impact of Laboratory Casework on Lab Safety and Compliance

In any laboratory, the primary focus is often on the research and experiments conducted within its walls. However, the effectiveness and safety of these activities are heavily influenced by the laboratory's infrastructure, including its casework. Laboratory casework—encompassing cabinets, countertops, and storage solutions—plays a crucial role in ensuring both safety and compliance with regulatory standards. In this blog post, we'll explore how well-designed laboratory casework can impact lab safety and regulatory adherence, ultimately fostering a more effective and secure research environment.

1. Ensuring Chemical Safety Through Proper Casework Design

One of the most significant aspects of laboratory safety is the handling and storage of chemicals. Laboratories deal with a variety of hazardous substances, including acids, bases, and solvents, which require careful management to prevent accidents. Laboratory casework designed with chemical safety in mind can mitigate risks in several ways:

Chemical-Resistant Materials: High-quality laboratory casework is often constructed from materials like phenolic resin or stainless steel, which are resistant to chemical spills and corrosive substances. These materials prevent chemical reactions that could damage the casework or pose safety hazards.

Vented Cabinets: For volatile or fume-emitting chemicals, casework with integrated ventilation systems ensures that hazardous fumes are safely extracted from the work area. This reduces the risk of inhalation exposure and maintains a safer air quality in the lab.

Spill Containment: Modern casework designs often include features like spill trays or containment basins to catch accidental spills. These features help to contain leaks and minimize the risk of chemical exposure or contamination.

2. Enhancing Ergonomics and Reducing Physical Strain

Lab safety is not only about chemical and fire hazards but also about the physical well-being of lab personnel. Ergonomic casework design is essential for reducing physical strain and promoting a safer working environment:

Adjustable Heights: Lab tables and countertops that can be adjusted in height accommodate different tasks and personnel, reducing the risk of musculoskeletal injuries. Adjustable features ensure that lab workers can perform tasks comfortably, reducing fatigue and strain.

Accessible Storage: Properly designed casework includes easily accessible storage solutions that minimize the need for awkward bending, stretching, or lifting. This reduces the risk of injuries related to repetitive strain or heavy lifting.

Clutter Reduction: Efficient casework design helps to keep workspaces organized and clutter-free. This reduces the risk of accidents caused by tripping over equipment or materials and ensures that lab personnel can work safely and efficiently.

3. Facilitating Compliance with Safety Regulations

Laboratories must adhere to a range of safety regulations and standards, which can vary depending on the industry and location. Laboratory casework plays a key role in meeting these compliance requirements:

Fire Safety: Casework constructed from fire-resistant materials helps to comply with fire safety regulations. Features such as flame-resistant finishes and integrated fire suppression systems contribute to a safer lab environment in the event of a fire.

Hygiene and Cleanliness: Non-porous casework surfaces prevent the buildup of bacteria, mold, and other contaminants, which is crucial for maintaining compliance with hygiene standards. Easy-to-clean surfaces ensure that labs can meet sanitation requirements effectively.

Accessibility and Safety Features: Casework with built-in safety features, such as lockable cabinets for hazardous materials or secure storage for sensitive equipment, helps laboratories adhere to regulations governing the safe handling and storage of chemicals and tools.

4. Supporting Effective Laboratory Workflow

Effective laboratory casework not only contributes to safety but also supports a well-organized and efficient workflow. Proper casework design ensures that all necessary equipment and materials are within easy reach, which can enhance overall lab productivity and safety:

Integrated Workstations: Modular casework systems can be customized to include integrated workstations with built-in utilities, such as water and gas lines. This reduces the need for additional equipment and helps streamline lab operations.

Flexible Layouts: Adjustable and modular casework allows labs to adapt their layouts as needed. This flexibility helps accommodate changes in research focus or equipment, ensuring that the lab remains functional and compliant with safety standards.

Clear Organization: Casework designed with specific storage solutions for different types of materials (e.g., chemical reagents, biological samples) ensures that items are organized and easily accessible. This reduces the risk of accidental cross-contamination or misuse of materials.

5. Promoting Sustainability and Long-Term Compliance

Sustainability is becoming an increasingly important consideration in laboratory design. Choosing environmentally friendly materials and designs for casework can contribute to long-term compliance with environmental regulations and promote overall sustainability:

Recycled Materials: Some laboratory casework options are made from recycled or sustainable materials, which helps labs meet green building standards and reduce their environmental impact.

Durability and Longevity: Investing in high-quality, durable casework reduces the need for frequent replacements, minimizing waste and promoting sustainability. Long-lasting casework also helps labs maintain consistent compliance with safety standards over time.

Conclusion

The impact of laboratory casework on lab safety and compliance is significant. Properly designed casework ensures that laboratories can handle chemicals safely, reduce physical strain, adhere to regulatory requirements, and maintain an organized and efficient workspace. By investing in high-quality laboratory casework, labs not only enhance safety and compliance but also contribute to a more productive and sustainable research environment. As laboratory needs evolve, staying informed about the latest casework designs and features will help ensure that labs continue to meet safety and compliance standards effectively.

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Lab Furniture Market Huge Growth in Future Scope 2024-2030 | GQ Research

The Lab Furniture market is set to witness remarkable growth, as indicated by recent market analysis conducted by GQ Research. In 2023, the global Lab Furniture market showcased a significant presence, boasting a valuation of US$ 937 billion. This underscores the substantial demand for Lab Furniture technology and its widespread adoption across various industries.

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Projected Growth: Projections suggest that the Lab Furniture market will continue its upward trajectory, with a projected value of US$1.78 billion by 2030. This growth is expected to be driven by technological advancements, increasing consumer demand, and expanding application areas.

Compound Annual Growth Rate (CAGR): The forecast period anticipates a Compound Annual Growth Rate (CAGR) of 6.10 %, reflecting a steady and robust growth rate for the Lab Furniture market over the coming years.

Technology Adoption: In the Lab Furniture market, technology adoption is crucial for enhancing functionality, ergonomics, and durability of laboratory furniture solutions. Advanced manufacturing techniques such as computer-aided design (CAD), CNC machining, and robotic assembly enable the production of customized furniture that meets the specific requirements of different laboratory settings. Additionally, technology integration for features like adjustable height desks, modular storage solutions, and integrated power and data connectivity enhances the usability and versatility of lab furniture.

Application Diversity: Lab furniture serves a wide range of applications across various industries including research laboratories, educational institutions, healthcare facilities, pharmaceutical companies, and industrial R&D centers. Each application has unique requirements in terms of equipment layout, workspace organization, and safety considerations. Lab furniture solutions range from laboratory benches and casework to fume hoods, cleanroom furniture, and specialized storage cabinets, catering to diverse needs across different sectors.

Consumer Preferences: Consumer preferences in the Lab Furniture market are influenced by factors such as quality, functionality, customization options, and compliance with industry standards and regulations. End-users prioritize furniture solutions that offer durability, chemical resistance, and easy maintenance to withstand the rigorous demands of laboratory environments. Additionally, ergonomic design features that promote user comfort and safety, along with flexible configurations to accommodate evolving research needs, are highly valued by consumers.

Technological Advancements: Technological advancements in the Lab Furniture market focus on improving safety, efficiency, and user experience. Innovations such as anti-microbial surfaces, chemical-resistant coatings, and fire-retardant materials enhance the safety and hygiene of laboratory furniture. Moreover, advancements in materials science lead to the development of lightweight yet durable materials like composite panels and high-pressure laminates, offering improved performance and longevity. Additionally, integration of IoT sensors and smart monitoring systems enables real-time tracking of equipment usage, maintenance schedules, and environmental conditions within laboratory spaces.

Market Competition: The Lab Furniture market is characterized by intense competition among manufacturers, driven by factors such as product quality, innovation, pricing, and customer service. Major players compete for market share by offering comprehensive product portfolios, timely delivery, and responsive after-sales support. Moreover, customization capabilities and ability to provide tailored solutions for specific laboratory requirements are essential for gaining a competitive edge in this market. Strategic partnerships with laboratory equipment suppliers, architects, and facility managers also play a significant role in expanding market presence and enhancing competitiveness.

Environmental Considerations: Environmental considerations are increasingly important in the Lab Furniture market, with a growing focus on sustainability and eco-friendly practices. Manufacturers are adopting environmentally friendly materials such as recycled steel, sustainable wood, and low-emission laminates to reduce the environmental impact of furniture production. Additionally, efforts are made to optimize packaging materials, minimize waste generation, and implement recycling programs for end-of-life furniture components. Furthermore, compliance with environmental regulations and certifications such as LEED (Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design) demonstrates a commitment to sustainability and responsible stewardship of resources within the industry.

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 Top of FormRegional Dynamics: Different regions may exhibit varying growth rates and adoption patterns influenced by factors such as consumer preferences, technological infrastructure and regulatory frameworks.

Key players in the industry include:

WALDNER Holding SE & Co. KG

GE Healthcare Services

Kewaunee Scientific

Yamato Scientific Co.Ltd

Kottermann GmbH

Thermofisher Scientific

Mott Manufacturing Ltd.

Labconco Corporation

The research report provides a comprehensive analysis of the Lab Furniture market, offering insights into current trends, market dynamics and future prospects. It explores key factors driving growth, challenges faced by the industry, and potential opportunities for market players.

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