#using alt prompts

[zelda-daily]

Toon link in the style of another game

Day 104: Reverse toonification beam

[jasmines-library]

It's A Trap

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WHUMPTOBER DAY THIRTEEN : ALT Prompt: Used As Bait

Summary: In order to capture one of Gotham's infamous criminals, you are used as bait.

Warnings: Kinda creepy man, fake kidnapping.

Word count: 812

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER 2024

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“This is a terrible idea” Jason repeated for the umpteenth time as he finished fastening the ropes around your wrists, binding you to the chair. The binds were loose enough that you could slip out of them easily but tight enough that they looked real and effective enough. 

“Well, it's the only option we’ve got.” You retorted back, giving the ropes an experimental tug. 

You were currently trying to hunt down one of Gotham’s most troublesome criminals. He was a rather unusual guy, who was rather fixated on you. But he was sly and there seemed to be only one way to catch him. Under an alias, Tim began to befriend your target. He claimed that he knew you; that he could kidnap you and leave you at a rendezvous spot for him. For a price, of course. It had to seem realistic. So now, you were setting up your own trap for him. They had tied you up in the middle of the room, where they would hide in the shadows waiting for him to arrive before surrounding him and finally taking him to jail. It seemed to be a fail-proof plan, but none of your team were particularly keen on the idea of leaving you out as bait. 

“Still. Doesn't mean we like it.”

“Well tough.” You retorted. “Because this is what we’re going with. Any news?”

Tim glanced down at his burner phone that he had been using to message the target.  “He’s about 10 minutes out.”

“Alright.” You nodded as everyone took their place. Tim and Jason took their spots in the rafters above, and Dick and Damian took their places in the dark corners of the room as they waited anxiously for him to arrive.

When you heard the sound of the metal doors clanging shut a few minutes later, you took that as your que to lay on the tears. To begin the distressed civilian facade. Because right now you weren’t a vigilante. You were the daughter of Bruce Wayne who had just been kidnapped. You faked the tears, thrashing around as you pretended to try and break free from the binds. It was quite distressing for your brothers to watch; seeing you tied up and struggling, even if they knew it was all just an act. And then the figure stepped into the room.

He was a tall, lanky figure who wore a crooked smile on his face that only seemed to grow when he saw you struggling in fear at the sight of him. He stepped closer, pinching your chin between his fingers.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing….” He cooed, studding your body closely. 

You pretended to cower, trying to pull away from you. 

“I knew you would be even prettier in person….” he said turning your head to the side “and to think…..someone else did all the dirty work for me. How does that feel, Princess?”

“Please don’t hurt me–”

The man raised his eyebrows. “Hurt you? On no, Princess. You are going to make me a lot of money…how much do you think Daddy will pay to get you back unharmed…..” 

“Please—“ you begged, screaming for help. 

The man just laughed. “No one’s here to save you, princess. No Batman or any of his little birdies. It’s just me and you~” 

“Are you sure about that?” Jason asked, dropping down from the roof, his gun cocked in an intimidating matter. 

The man wasn’t scared however. He just scoffed. “Red hood. How nice of you to join us. Did the Batman send you?” 

“No.” Tim stepped out from the shadows, tossing the man the burner phone and revealing his identity. This time the criminal's face dropped. “I did.” 

“You—“ the man seethed. 

As the conversation unfurled, you began to work on the ropes, making quick work out of the loose knots. 

“You’re in a lot of trouble.” Tim took another step forwards. “And we have all of the evidence against you.” 

“It seems you’re not going to get your money after all.” You said. 

The man tried to flee, but Dick took a step towards to block the exit. He was trapped. 

“No. No—“ the criminal cursed, trying to find a way out. 

“There is no escape.”  Damian said. “The GCPD are already on their way. You’re going to jail for a long time.” 

“I’ll get you for this.” He spat. 

“I’m sure.” Dick said and he placed the cuffs around him. 

Jason had moved over to you. He place an anxious hand on your arm. “Are you alright.” 

“Yeah. Fine”

“You sure?” He frowned. Jason was a worrier. 

“I promise.” 

“Good……I’m never letting you do that again. Just so you know.”

“Why not? It worked didn’t it? And I’m fine. Really.” 

“I know. But I don’t like seeing you like that.” 

“I know, jay. I’m sorry. But I’m fine. I promise.” 

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[crimsonwolf715]

Used as Bait

Jason and Tim, who have been goofing off since getting out of the Batcave, finally arrived at the GCPD building thirty minutes after they were supposed to be there. 

“Got anything for us, Gordon?” Jason asks. 

Gordon looks up from his file, then looks back down. 

“What is he doing?” Jason asks. 

“Ignoring us for the mandatory five minutes because we wasted his time,” Tim answers. “He put it in place when B got into the habit of making a meeting and then being late for it.” 

“And B hates having his time wasted.” 

“Yup. And to be fair, we’re like thirty minutes late. Gordon does usually have some grace if we’re not too late.” 

Jason takes his helmet off and starts messing with his hair. 

“Is something wrong?” Tim asks. 

“Nope,” Jason answers. “We’re just gonna be seeing Maria before patrol’s over.” 

“You have got to be kidding me.” 

“No, of course not. You’re the only one that will let me.” 

“You have to do something for me.” 

“Fine.” 

Gordon offers the file to Tim, so he takes it. 

“Maria your girlfriend?” Gordon asks. 

“Nah, she’s just a friend of mine. But she lives and works in a bad part of town, so I like to try to walk her home,” Jason answers. “She can handle herself, but I literally take out bad guys at least twice a week.” 

“That didn’t work with Barbara,” Gordon says. 

“Yeah, your fiercely independent daughter didn’t want your protection. Maria isn’t a fan of me feeling obligated to walk her home, but she likes that I like to walk her home. We get to talk.” 

“Huh.” 

“We’ve got a possible meeting of gangs?” Tim asks. 

“That’s the thought. We have two officers over there you can meet,” Gordon says. “I want this dealt with tonight if you two can.” 

“Will do, boss. I’ve got something to do at midnight,” Jason replies, “and Red’s got a date with Spoiler.” 

“I already said that I’m not dating Spoiler,” Tim says. “You’re just telling people to get a rise out of me.” 

“Maybe. We’ll come back when we’ve got something for you.” 

“Just call,” Gordon replies. “I’m gonna be in a meeting and then two briefings for the rest of the night. If you really need anything from me, just call.” 

“We will,” Tim says, then the two of them head towards the location in the file. 

They get to the location and there’s an undercover cop car there, just like Gordon said there would be. Tim’s phone rings, so he looks at it. 

“I need to take this. Can you get the info from the officers?” Tim asks. 

“Yeah, of course,” Jason answers, “but it’ll cost you five dollars.” 

“Shut up and go over there.” 

“Whatever.” 

Jason walks over and knocks on the window. He looks inside and nobody’s in the car. 

“Weird,” Jason mutters. “Where did they go?” 

“Red Hood?” 

Jason turns and there’s an officer standing with two cups of coffee. 

“Gordon sent me and Red Robin to help you guys with the incident,” Jason says. “Where’s the other officer?” 

“He’s not in there?” 

Jason shakes his head. 

The officer quickly strides over and looks in the window. “Oh shit, where could he have gone?” 

Jason shrugs, then turns in the direction to check on Tim. Tim’s not standing where he was a minute ago. Jason goes to look around when he feels a needle in the back of his neck. 

“Nighty night.” 

Jason swings his elbow and manages to hit the guy in the face with it before he passes out. 

Tim wakes up to complete blackness. 

“You’ve failed me,” Batman’s voice says.

“What?” Tim asks. 

The scene around him turns from black to a full color image of the city in flames. 

“What happened?” Tim asks. 

“You failed, and we all paid for it.” 

He sees his entire family, bleeding out while the villains are close by celebrating. 

“No, no,” Tim says, shaking his head. “This can’t be real. I… we hold each other up. I can’t be the reason they’re dead.” 

“The most pressure on you to succeed,” Cass says. 

“The most pressure to get everything right,” Dick adds. 

“It’s your fault we failed. Your plan went south and we paid the price for it,” Damian says. 

Tim tries to calm himself down so he doesn’t hyperventilate, but the scene changes to the manor and Tim sees Jason sitting on the couch, reading a book. His blood is still pumping from the stress and anxiety, but he feels a small amount of comfort in the sight of his brother. Tim runs over. 

“Jason!” 

Jason doesn’t look up or acknowledge him. 

“Jason?” 

“I don’t want to be around you,” Jason says. 

“Why?” 

“Because who would want to? You’re annoying, uninteresting, and unable to hold a conversation.” Tim opens his mouth to argue, but Jason continues. “The only reason that Bruce took pity on you was because he was a basket case. If I hadn’t died, you wouldn’t be around. Not even Dick likes being around you, and he likes being around everyone.” 

Tim can’t help the rage that floods him at that moment, especially hearing it from Jason. He was the only one around to help when everything was going up in flames, and any of them feel like they have the right to complain? 

“You’re utterly useless, Drake,” Damian says, appearing out of thin air before Tim can get any farther in his thought process. 

The world goes back to black as Tim tries to figure out what’s going on. 

“Time for you to sleep now.” 

Tim recognizes the voice and he searches for Mad Hatter. He feels himself starting to lose consciousness, but starts thrashing around when he feels something with a similar feeling to a mask being pulled over his face. He passes out without succeeding in getting the mask off. 

Jason wakes up to complete darkness. He hears a familiar laugh that sends a chill up his spine. Jason struggles against the restraints, starting to hyperventilate. Joker comes into view with a bloody crowbar. 

“Ready for round two, little bird?” 

Jason breaks the restraints and throws a punch at Joker. It goes right through him and he starts laughing again. 

“Batman’s favorite toy, how does it feel? You almost caused the downfall of Batman with your death. It must feel fantastic to know that you almost succeeded in your goal solely by getting your head bashed in and then inhaling a little smoke,” Joker says. 

Jason throws another punch at him and it goes through him again. Jason gets his feet untied in enough time for the scene to disappear. Something knocks Jason off balance and he lands on his back. He blinks and when he opens his eyes, he’s lying down in a wooden box. Jason starts trying to bust the box but no matter how much force he uses, it doesn’t break. 

He can feel the oxygen getting thinner. He’s panicking too much and while he knows it, he can’t seem to get his breathing to slow down. He can’t seem to stop panicking. No matter how hard he tries, he’s stuck in this coffin of dread. He squeezes his eyes closed. 

“Dad!” he cries out, hoping that Bruce is right outside to save him. 

“No father to save you. There never was,” Joker’s voice says. “You really think that Batsy ever loved a little screw-up like you? No, he only pretended to. His savior complex made him take pity on you.” 

Jason shakes his head, refusing to believe it again. 

“My dad loves me!” 

Joker laughs, taunting and mocking Jason. 

“Time for you to sleep now.” 

Jason doesn’t recognize the voice and he searches for the person attached to it. He passes out as it feels something go over his face, like a mask. 

Dick’s watching TV, waiting for Damian to call him to discuss the details of Damian spending the weekend with him. Currently he’s watching a rerun of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but he’s only half-watching it. The screen goes black, drawing Dick’s full attention back to it. The screen glitches, then shows a close-up of Scarecrow’s face. Dick sits up. The camera backs away from Scarecrow’s face enough that you can see more of him. 

“Hello, Gotham,” Scarecrow says. “This isn’t for many of you, so feel free to ignore. Batman, on the other hand, we have your little birds.” 

The camera moves to show Jason and Tim in full uniform, clearly in distress. They’re fighting hard against the restraints, but in a wild and restless way that Tim would never normally attempt to get out in. Dick gets and starts searching his coffee table for his phone. Right on cue, it rings. 

He answers. “Hey, Dami. Are you watching right now?” 

“I’m watching,” Damian answers. “Barbara’s trying to figure out where the signal’s coming from and Father’s getting suited up. I’m already suited up before you ask.” 

“I’ll be there as fast as I can.” 

“Thank you. Father’s panicking.” 

“Yeah, I figured.” 

Dick grabs his keys and rushes out of his apartment. He heads to his safehouse to change into costume then gets on his bike and makes a beeline for Wayne Manor. Once he hits city limits, his comm crackles. 

“Grayson will be here when he gets here,” Damian says. “Nothing we’re going to say is gonna make him get here faster.” 

“Hey, I’m at city limits,” Dick says. 

“Hey, Nightwing,” Barbara replies. “I’m sending the location to your bike now.” 

“Thanks, Oracle. How’s Batman?” 

“I’m fine,” Bruce says gruffly. “I’m heading to the warehouse now. How long will it take for you to get there?” 

Dick checks the location. “Five minutes. It’s closer to the city limit than I thought it would be.” 

“We’ll meet you there. I’m here with Orphan and Robin. Spoiler’s out of town.” 

“Alright.” 

He gets there at the same time they do and runs over. 

“Hey, what did the scan of the building indicate?” Dick asks. 

“Four heat signatures and their trackers are still transmitting from inside,” Bruce answers. “Alright, remember that our top priority is getting them out. If one of them gets away, we can deal with it at a later point.” 

Cass and Damian both nod. Dick notices Mad Hatter and Scarecrow leaving the building. Cass notices them too and looks towards Bruce for instructions. Tim and Jason jump down onto the roof and ready their weapons. Bruce nods at Cass, and she goes after Scarecrow and Mad Hatter while Jason and Tim attack the rest of the Bats. Tim viciously attacks Damian with his bo staff and Damian barely dodges. 

“What the hell?” Damian asks. 

“The masks belong to Mad Hatter,” Dick says, trying to grab Tim so he can get the mask off. “He’s probably controlling both Hood and Red.” 

Tim grabs Dick’s wrist and flips him onto his back. Tim jams a batarang into Dick’s arm, pinning him to the roof in the process. Dick hisses and tries to figure out how to take it out without hurting himself worse. After watching Jason beating Bruce and Tim beating Damian for several minutes while trying to think, he finally just pulls it out as fast as he can and runs at Tim. Bruce can hold his own a little longer. Tim drives a hard kick to Dick’s shoulder, which was slightly injured in a battle earlier that week. 

“Shit,” Dick mutters, grabbing his shoulder. “That hurt, bud.” 

Tim swings his staff at him again and Dick grabs the other end. He uses the momentum to throw Tim on his back. Damian grabs the mask and rips it off. 

Damian checks his pulse. “He’s alive. You should probably go help Father with Hood before he makes him cry.” 

Dick looks up and the two are sparring. 

“I knew that Hood could reasonably fight Batman but seeing it is something else,” Dick mutters, “but I’m gonna go help Batman.” 

Damian nods and starts checking for injuries on Tim. Dick flips over to Jason and kicks him hard in the side of the head. Bruce rips the mask off and stomps on it repeatedly. Dick checks Jason’s pulse while Bruce finishes destroying the mask. 

“His pulse is there. Little weak, but steady.” 

“Good,” Bruce says. “Let’s get them home.” 

Bruce watches his kids as they rest and recuperate. Cass is patching up Damian’s injuries while Dick is patching himself up. Bruce notices that Tim starts shaking. Before he has a chance to get up and get him another blanket, Tim wakes up and sits up, looking concerned. 

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re home,” Bruce says. 

Tim’s facial expression is flat and hard to read. Bruce notices that he seems concerned, but can’t tell about what exactly. He sees everybody and seems to ease a little, but still gets up. 

“You should be resting,” Cass says. 

“I’m gonna go rest in my room. I don’t… I don’t want to be here right now.” 

“Hey, Tim,” Bruce says. 

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Dad,” Tim says, rushing through the words, then hurriedly heads up back to the manor. 

Jason wakes up not long after. He looks around but his fear and anger are completely visible to Bruce. He gets up to walk over and Jason seems to calm down a little, the anger seeming to disappear. 

“Are you alright?” Bruce asks. 

Jason opens his mouth, then closes it again. He thinks for a moment, then shrugs. 

“I don’t want to talk about it… right now. I’ll talk to you when I feel up to it,” Jason says. “Does that work, Dad?” 

Bruce puts a hand on Jason’s shoulder and nods. “Of course it does.” 

Jason nods. “I’m gonna head upstairs and try to sleep off this migraine that’s hitting me.” 

“Make sure to take something.” 

“I will.” 

Jason heads upstairs as Damian walks over to Bruce. 

“How are you feeling, Damian?” Bruce asks. 

“I’m fine,” Damian answers. “Cassandra stitched up my injury. I’m going to speak to Timothy if you don’t need anything else.” 

“Go ahead.” Damian heads upstairs. 

At least someone can get Tim to talk. If Damian can’t, I think I’ll talk Dick into trying.  

Dick walks up. “Hey, you alright?” 

“I’m fine,” Bruce says. “You?” 

Dick sighs. “I don’t know. I don’t like fighting my siblings in such a setting. It hits the edge of that line I swore I’d never cross again. I’m physically fine, but they could have not been. Mad Hatter had them pushing us full strength. The strain that would have put on their brains…” 

“I know. Don’t worry about that right now. Full brain scans show no signs of damage and we’re gonna keep up with scans until we’re completely in the clear. I won’t let anything happen to them without doing everything that I can to stop it,” Bruce promises. 

Dick nods, then hugs Bruce. Bruce hugs him back and they stay like that until Dick’s phone starts ringing. Dick looks at it, then smiles. 

“Hey, babe. What can I do for ya?” A pause. “I’m gonna take this outside, then probably head home.” 

“Goodnight, Dick,” Bruce says. 

“ ‘Night, Dad,” Dick replies, waving as he walks upstairs with his jacket. 

Bruce heads upstairs after a little while and goes to his room. He leaves his door open a crack, a sign that the kids can come in if they need something, then gets in bed to get some much needed sleep.

[marbirds]

week 8: inquisitor of evil

[judecopeart]

TMayNT day 2 and 3! Day 2 is favorite April and obviously I had to pick Best April. Day 3 is favorite henchman, and I wound up picking Tokka and Rahzar, mostly because I really really like Secret of the Ooze and don't think they get enough love. I wish we could've seen yokai that look like them in Rise.

Prompt list is under the cut!

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO25 #6: watermelon

[fortune-maiden]

Feveruary Day 5: 'Could You Just Hold Me?'

Yesterday, big sister bully Qiao Ling.

Today, terrified big sister Qiao Ling :)

“Don’t cry! You’re a boy! Boys aren’t supposed to cry,” Qiao Ling sniffled. It didn’t help – Cheng Xiaoshi’s tears spilled faster, his fever-ridden body shaking from both loud sobs and harsh coughs. He clung tightly to Qiao Ling’s waist, burying his face in her lap as she sat frozen in fear. “I – I don’t know what to do. I’m getting mom!” She finally ripped herself free and ran to do just that, as Cheng Xiaoshi desperately tried to stop her only to catch a fistful of air. Could you just hold me? If only those words were easy to say.

[smilesrobotlover]

Would someone be so kind to explain what no-holds-barred beatdown means? It’s a phrase I don’t understand and am struggling to understand 😔

[rpf-bat]

NEEDLE AND THREAD

Pairing: Joel Hokka x Niko Vilhelm

Word Count: 1,016

Summary: Niko picks up a new hobby during the Still Panicking Tour. His boyfriend, Joel, isn’t quite sure how he feels about it.

Written for Flufftober 2024, Day 19. The prompt was “Yarn”.

Tags: Established Relationship, Knitting, Short & Sweet

[ultracreativelywritten]

Starscream is used as bait to try and lure Skyfire out.

@whumptober

[acidic-eye]

Whumptober day 24: Bury the sun, and I will Shine as bright as the Stars

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Taishen wasn't usually one for violence. 

He had come from the peaceful jadeshell village, where things such as fighting of any sort was limited to all of verbal, if even that. He had never been the starter of those fights, nor was he ever involved in them in any sort of way besides being a mediator at times depending on the situation. He was often the person dealing with the downfall of the fights, having those come into his shop to relax after a terrible argument with their lover or friend– he usually was more of a comfort to those around him.

Today he would be no such comfort.

Taishen glared upon the dragonborn clan in front of him, their icy scales reflecting against the sun, solemn hymns escaping from their mouths as each approached them, trudging through snow and ice to get to the circle, now splattered with fresh blood once again. Taishen could feel the child's blood dripping down his chest, the red stained his clothes, but he paid little mind to that. All he could focus on was the child he clutched tightly in his arms, the small body that didn't deserve to be as cold and still as it was in this moment. He huddled the child closer to his chest as the newcomers finally arrived at the circle, all holding solemn expressions as they gazed upon the circle the group stood within.

He listened to their words, yet couldn't care for their explanations. Each word dripping from their mouth another lie told upon the next, each sounding like claws scratching at metal, grading upon his ears as he backed further from this cult that was around him, looking at him with greedy eyes as they looked over his golden scales. Their icy cold eyes seemed to follow him with each word he said, with each movement he made whether in defense of the child or of himself–

The group decided to go with them, He felt anger well up in his chest each step they made alongside the murderers, they held such a friendly demeanor, one reminiscent of Jadeshell villages residents, one he had been far too familiar with all his life. He had to remind himself often that they weren't the same as those he grew up with, these were monsters who killed children. All in the name of bringing spring back?

He couldn't imagine doing such a thing, he would much rather throw himself off of a cliff then let a child be sacrificed. 

Then let his niece be sacrificed. 

- or: Reimagined episode 10 and 11 from Icebound told from Taishens perspective.

[t3acupz]

🩻🤍💉 Brownham Medwhump May 💉🤍🩻

2. Gunshot wound

Matthew blinked his eyes open but the blinding fluorescent light burned — he let out a groan, and quickly shut them again.

“Matthew?” A familiar voice spoke up close to him causing the heart monitor next to the hospital bed to beep louder. Matthew immediately recognized who that was, and his heart wouldn’t quiet down.

“W—” He coughed a response.

A firm hand touched his forearm. “It’s me,” Will replied as stoically as he could manage but Matthew could still hear the relief in the other man’s tone.

Matthew turned his head, the muscles in his left shoulder spasmed in pain. He remembered now, Jack Crawford shooting him in the shoulder, and him kicking the bucket from under Hannibal Lecter, and then…

“Did I do it?” Matthew’s voice was hoarse, he wasn’t sure how long he was unconscious for but it was long enough for his throat to feel like sandpaper.

Will looked carefully at the younger man lying in the bed next to him with tearful green eyes, desperate for an answer to the question that would fulfill his purpose in life.

“Yes,” Will whispered softly under his breath.

Matthew closed his eyes, and let out a deep sigh. The pain was worth it. He was alive, and Hannibal was gone. He felt tears roll down his flushed cheeks.

“I’m sorry for putting you in danger like that,” Will muttered as he interlocked his fingers over Matthew’s hand. “I should have never asked you to do something like that.”

“Did they find the evidence? Do they know the truth now?” Matthew sat up to be face to face with Will. He could see the cacophony of emotions in Will’s eyes as he tried to avoid Matthew’s intense gaze.

“The FBI went to Hannibal’s basement, and found…” Will choked back his own tears. “They found—”

“Abigail.” Matthew finished Will’s thought for him to ease the tension happening in Will’s mind. Will nodded, and squeezed Matthew’s hand tighter. Matthew didn’t push the topic further. He could tell that Will was at his breaking point.

“I’m going to take care of you. Jack told me that the address you gave Chilton was a fake. You don’t have a home, do you?” Matthew searched Will for any signs of anger but all he saw was remorse.

“I lived in my car when I decided to work at the BSCHI because they don’t hire people without a home address,” Matthew shrugged and immediately regretted it when he felt the stabbing pain shoot up his arm, “So I lied.”

“Why?” Will asked, knowing full well why.

Matthew didn’t reply. His mind could only focus on soaking up all of Will Graham. The tousled brown curls were a bigger mess than usual presumably from being in the hospital for days waiting for the former orderly to wake up. Matthew gave him a lopsided smirk. “Go home, Will, I’m fine.”

Will realized he was still gripping Matthew’s hand, and awkwardly brought it back to his lap. He stuttered before finally saying, “I’ll let you rest.”

He stood up, and checked his pockets for his belongings before putting on his thick winter jacket in one smooth motion. Feeling his heart tighten at the potential rejection, Matthew spoke up as Will was about to exit the room, “Will you come back to see me?”

“Every day until you come home with me,” Will smiled at Matthew, leaving before he could see the blush spread across the younger man’s pale face.

[bumblevoid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rouge the Bat & Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog & Sonic the Hedgehog, mentioned a lot at least - Relationship Characters: Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat, Infinite (Sonic the Hedgehog), Sonic the Hedgehog (mentioned) Additional Tags: Aftermath of Torture, Implied/Referenced Vivisection, specifically, Shadow the Hedgehog Needs a Hug, Rouge the Bat and Shadow the Hedgehog are Siblings, Shadow the Hedgehog Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, i think i gave him a whole new ptsd too, that is absolutely not how it works but shhh, Febuwhump 2025, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Gore, Minor Body Horror, Game: Sonic Forces, Game Rewrite: Sonic Forces, Doom Powers (Sonic the Hedgehog), wow its the main idea of this au woahhhhh, Exhaustion, Major Character Injury, Body Dysphoria, Wow these tags are bad, they're accurate though, Title from a Mother Mother Song, specifically have it out shhhhh i didn't alter it at all, Angst, no beta we die like my physics grades still Series: Part 8 of Void does Prompts, Part 2 of Bleed Again (Forces Au) Summary:

[Chaos] Exhaustion | On the Run | Gunshot Wound

 Shadow knows about how long he's been here. But today, today he escapes. He needs to find Rouge.

[stardustloki]

Not without me.

When some visitors show up on Pabu in their shiny space-yacht, Omega isn't expecting it to mark the end of her settled life there.

Unfortunately, they want to take her newest brother, former Jedi Padawan Cal Kestis, on their mission to restore the Jedi Order.

If he has to go, Omega doesn't intend to let him go alone. -

(A continuation of my TBB and Fallen Order Crossover. Context probably not necessary, but if you want you can read the first and second parts.)

Tags: Gen, Omega & Cal Kestis, Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Omega's abandonment fears vs Cal's Order 66 trauma: fight!, @summer-of-bad-batch

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Omega pushed open her brother’s door, probably with more force than necessary given how hard it slammed into the wall, but she found she didn’t much care. Ever since Phee’s new 'friends' had shown up in their shiny space-yacht this morning, asking to speak to Cal in private, people had been keeping stuff from her. It was like everyone had decided to treat her like she was ten again, and she’d kriffing had it. So, here she was, in his doorway, going to get answers. 

“Are you ever planning on knocking?” Cal asked, the familiar resignation clear in his voice. Well, he wasn’t yelling at her to get out his room at least, so that was promising. He turned to face her, one eyebrow cocked as he dropped the shirt he’d been shoving into his backpack in order to fold his arms.

Wait… why were all his clothes dumped on his bed? Omega felt something in her chest turn to ice as she ignored his question. “You’re going with them, aren’t you?”

Cal sighed, wiping a hand across his face as she gritted her teeth and fixed him with her strongest glare. Anger, it was definitely anger she was feeling, not terror, not the ground suddenly disappearing out from under her feet.

“Yes,” he said, and maybe she would care more about how conflicted he looked if she felt like she remembered how to breathe.

"When were you planning on telling me this? When you were already in hyperspace?" Incredulous fury was bubbling up inside of her, but why try to calm it when he had clearly almost finished packing and hadn't even bothered to tell her first. He was just gonna leave them, without even discussing it.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you," Cal replied, grimacing. "And I wouldn't have just gone into space without telling you first. But yeah... I am going with them.”

“Why!?”

He dropped down onto the bed, sitting atop his strewn clothes, and grimaced. “Cere and Greez are looking to rebuild the Jedi Order, and they need me to help. They won’t be able to succeed without my powers.”

Omega almost gaped at him. He barely knew these people, how could he know if they could be trusted? And he was planning on leaving their family to go on a suicide mission? “But you were a padawan. Surely they could get someone better, a proper Jedi, they don’t need to use you!”

Cal’s expression darkened, his jaw setting. “Yes, because there are so many Jedi Masters left to choose from now. You can barely move for them. As soon as you turn up on a new planet, there are five there to greet you personally. Have you forgotten the Empire slaughtered my people?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” she snapped, suddenly wanting to burst into tears. She folded her arms.

“Whatever,” Cal said, turning to shove more of his clothes into his backpack.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

He was silent for a moment as he continued packing his bag, still not looking at her. Finally, he spoke. “I have to do this Omega. The Jedi were my family. Everything I knew, everything I cared about was destroyed. If there’s any chance of getting it back, I have to take it.”

“But,” Omega said, feeling everything falling apart around her, feeling like she was eleven, standing in front on Echo on Coruscant again, as he told her he was leaving the Batch to go help other Clones instead, “we’re your family too.”

Cal stilled. “I know. And you guys have been… you guys have been the best. But I can’t sit here, relaxing on the beach, pretending like I don’t know what the Empire did to my people. I can’t stay here knowing there might be a way for us to live on.”

“Okay,” Omega said quietly, anger draining out of her as resignation swept in. “Okay.”

She slumped down on the bed beside him, and he wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close. Thankfully, this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened, not if she had anything to do about it.

When he let her go she twisted to face him, her voice filled with new purpose. “If you’re going, I’m coming with you. You need back-up and the others are retired. Plus, Pabu’s getting kinda boring anyway, I sort of miss people shooting at me. ”

“No,” Cal said, voice flat. “The others would kill me.”

“Excuse me, we both know I am more than capable of defending myself. I can handle whatever situations you guys get yourselves into. Wherever you go swinging your lightsaber into, I’m gonna be there to get you out.” And I’m probably gonna be right beside you shooting stormtroopers, she added internally, but best not to bring that part up first.

“Omega, you’re fifteen.”

If she could have rolled her eyes any further they would have been in the back of her head. She huffed. There were many good things about Pabu, and a few things that kinda sucked, but the worst, the absolute worst, was that somehow the adults had convinced Hunter and the others that anyone under the age of eighteen was incredibly fragile, and should be kept overly protected and never allowed to do anything adventurous or interesting ever. **

Her clone-brothers also completely ignored her when she pointed out that there was one rule for her, another rule for them, because technically, if you didn’t count their triple-enhanced ageing, they were all ‘minors’, Cal was the only one of them who was actually eighteen. What's more, when she tried to tell other people that her ‘older brothers’, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Crosshair, were actually younger than her no one ever listened.

It was infuriating.

“I was getting shot at and scamming Imps out of credits when I was twelve, how is this any different?”

“Hmm, good luck arguing that,” Cal said, completely nonplussed, adding another pair of socks to his bag.

“I’m gonna argue it over the comms when I’m already on the ship,” Omega replied, shrugging, as she leapt up off the bed. “When are you leaving?”

Cal sighed. “In twenty minutes - Greez admitted he doesn’t want to stay anywhere too long because he thinks the Haxion Brood might be on his tail for gambling debts, and he wants to be gone before they arrive.”

This latter part almost gave Omega pause, but then she figured that if a load of bounty hunters did descend on Pabu, despite the fact they claimed they were retired now, her brothers would be more than capable of dealing with them. Also, it was probably just another reason why she should come along, she reckoned that if they did run into any of the Brood, she and Cal would probably be able to win back the money the guy owed and then some.

Twenty minutes. Okay. There wasn’t really much time to think this through.

“Well,” she said. “I’m gonna throw some stuff in a bag then say bye to Lyana. Tell the others I’m crying in my-” hmmm, no, that kinda made her sound too pathetic- “that I hate you, I've stormed off and I’ve taken one of the boats out. See you on the ship!”

And with that, she raced out of the room.

It would be good to see the galaxy again.

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** Footnote: despite Omega’s opinions here, we all know the guys still have no concept of ‘dangerous situations you probably shouldn’t put a child in’ and she gets to do all kinds of fun stuff. They’ve just wised up a little bit since putting her in situations she gets shot at in, and, at 15, Omega finds their increased responsibility stifling.

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I hope you guys enjoyed!

Honestly, it’s up to you whether you think teenage-Omega actually manages to go off with the crew of the Mantis!

Omega: how dare you leave without telling me >:( Also Omega: okay, so if Cal's gonna be in danger guess I gotta leave without telling anyone :)))

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