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Anthems for a brainwashed Soviet.

PT2 of my Shadow Company Bell AU!

Summary:

A few months have passed since Bell joined the PMC shadow company, now as he lounges in his home he gets a call from his ever annoying commander Phillip Praves asking him to go to Las Almas Mexico for a new mission hunting down terrorist Hassan Zyani who has several American made missiles in his possession. How will events unfold for our favourite former soviet? And how will he cope when his past continues to haunt him?

The world was calm. It had been a few months since Bell had joined Shadow Company after he saved two of the PMC soldiers that had gotten themselves caught in an ambush, and now here he was, lounging in an extravagant house bought and paid for with his brand-new paycheck that had come with the contract he said he signed.

Bell had never had this much money before; he didn't know what to do with it.

The monthly paychecks that he got from Phillip were more than enough for Bell; he even had to try and dissuade the American from giving him a raise and instead directed Phillip's attention towards a promising young recruit with a family to feed. Bell only had himself, and he preferred it that way.

Old memories stirred. Memories of his discussions with Adler about his ex-wife and son. Bell didn't know why his mind brought these memories forwards but it did.

“The kid's a spitfire, but his mother…that's another story.” Adler had always redirected Bell's attention away from questions about his family, but whenever Bell was lucky enough to corner Adler with questions, the CIA officer would open up.

A faint buzzing sound stirs Bell away from his spiraling memories. He turns his head, reaching for the small grey phone.

Phillip had insisted that Bell buy it for ‘effective communications outside of the field.’ Bell picked up the small device, eyes locked onto the screen, seeing the name displayed on his screen.

The big boss!

Phillip was the only person in Bell's contacts; the PMC commander had chosen the name for himself when he had inputted his contact information into the small device. Bell sighed, pressing the accept button on the screen and holding the phone up to his ear.

“This is Bell,” he says bluntly. Phillips unnaturally cheerful voice fills the speakers.

“Bell! Just the man I want to talk to… You see, I’ve got a mission for you. Big payday, I promise! I’ve booked you a flight to Mexico in 2 hours; we need you on the ground for troop transport.” Phillip explained his words, speeding faster than Bell could understand them.

Bell stuttered trying to ask Phillip to slow down and explain, but the call cut off before Bel could get a word in.

Bell cursed quietly, bringing his finger up to rub at the corner of his eye. That young America would be the death of him.

But Bell couldn't think about that now; he had a flight to catch.

“We can't do shit against that armor!” Sergeant Soap Mactavish’s frustrated shout is cut short by another shot hitting the rock he was taking cover under, hitting far too close for comfort.

He didn't know where Ghost or Alejandro were; he only knew that his fellow special forces soldiers were all taking cover. They were pressed up against the rocks, their bodies soaked by the water curling around their knees.

They were sent here on a mission to capture or kill Hassan Zayani.

They knew that Hassan was in bed with the cartel. But this was bad.

Another bullet thunders against the rock, making the water shoot up and splash the soldiers. Soap peeked out from behind the rock, shooting a flurry of small bullets at the armored vehicles littered across the large bridge that stretched out over the riverbed.

Suddenly the com stuffed in Soap's ear crackles to life, an American voice thundering through the equipment.

“This is Shadow 0-1 engaging the bridge north of your position. Danger close!” The voice finishes, and Alejandro Vargas, a colonel from Mexican special forces, turns his head and yells out to Lieutenant Ghost, “Who the hell is that!?” The question is met with a blunt response from the 141 lieutenant

“Commander Graves' Shadow Company, they're with us!” Ghost shouts back at the Colonel.

The sound of loud hissing reaches Soap's ears as he dares to peek out from behind the rock, only to see the large bridge splinter apart and crumble to the sound of metal beams creaking and snapping, echoing through the mountains.

Out of the corner of his eye, Soap could see a ghost crouched behind an adjacent rock next to him.

The lieutenant's hand raised to hold his com to his masked mouth. “Shadow 0-1, bravo 0-7, good shots, fire for effect.” With those final few words from the lieutenant, the rest of the bridge came crashing down in a clump of materials and military equipment.

The world seemed to pause for a second before the African voice sounded through the comm again.

“All stations, no enemy movement detected. You're clear.” Soap quickly scrambled upwards, peeking up and over the rock, pointing his gun at the bridge debris, looking for any sign of movement as he slowly began wading through the water towards the riverbank.

The radio on his shoulder crackled again, and Phillip Graves’s voice flicked through. “It's good to see you boys.”

His cheery voice was met with a small, blunt response from Ghost, who was also making his way towards the riverbank. “Likewise, mate.”

Once the team had reached the riverbank and hand-climbed up onto dry land, water dripping from their clothes, Alejandro turned to the team before jolting his head in a motion for them to follow him.

“This way,” Alejandro yelled. The ghost didn't wait another second, reaching up to his shoulder and pressing down on his radio. “Graves, we need a vehicle for exfil,” Ghost explained as the group trekked their way towards the highway that was once connected to the now collapsed bridge.

“Don't you boys worry; one of my men should be there soon.” Graves’s resurgence echoes over the comm and was followed by a small singing noise, a sign that the comms had added another person.

“Bell? You almost there, brother?” Phillip asked, and Soap could just imagine the commander leaning back in his chair with a smile on his face.

A sharp response crackled through the comm; the voice was clearly accented, and it made a chill run down Soap's spine.

“Da.” The short, simple response thundered over the radio, and Soap could even see Ghost tense slightly out of the corner of his eyes. They pulled themselves out of the river and jogged through the trees towards the road. Soap paused, shaking himself.

He had met Russians working with the West before, but for some reason that person—Bell’s voice—sounded different.

“Be advised we got a possible hit on Hassan two clicks north of your position.” Graves’s voice crackled through the comm, making Soap jolt upwards.

That’s right, they had a mission to complete. Alejandro reached up to his shoulder, clicking the radio there and shouting towards Ghost and Soap, the audio also being caught by the microphone. “That's cartel land; they have a compound there.”

They continued trekking towards the road, and suddenly an armored black and grey van sped towards them before turning swiftly and stopping.

The front seat window rolled down, revealing a man in black tactical gear and a black balaclava, his hands holding the driving wheel tightly.

“Get in.” The man said, soap blinked, realization dawning on him, This was the man over the radio, Bell.

Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro complied, opening the side and back doors and scrambling into the van. Soap was seated in the front seat, while Ghost and Alejandro were both in the back seat. Soap turned to Bell, looking the soldier up and down.

“Let's roll.” Soap said, looking behind him and receiving an enthusiastic nod from Alejandro.

The car jolted forwards as Bell quickly swerved down the road. The radios connected to each soldier in the car all crackled as Graves spoke. “You boys good to roll up Hassan with some fire from the sky?” The mercenary commander's voice was cheerful. Sopa smiled, leaning back in his seat as Bell continued to speed down the road.

“Let's wrap this fucker up, Graves,” Soap said, looking back at Alejandro and Ghost, who both gave him determined nods.

“Solid copy, we are pushing towards the target directly, shadow 0-1 out.” Phillips' voice crackled through the radio one last time.

Bell sighed; it would be a long mission.

“Shadow 0-1 to Shadow 0-5, how copy?” Phillips' voice cracks through the radio and buzzes into his ear.

“Solid copy shadow 0-1, send traffic.” Bell says bluntly, his gloved hands tensing on the steering wheel. Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro had entered the building some time ago, meeting up with Alejandro's right-hand man, Rudulfo, inside.

Bell had remained inside the van, ready to pick up the special forces soldiers.

“Head to the compound. they've got Hassan.” Philip said simply, and Bell didn't need to be asked twice; his foot pressed down on the accelerator, and the van jolted forwards, swerving and speeding down the gravelly road heading towards the cream and terracotta building.

He swerves to a stop in front of the manor just in time to see the squad of soldiers exit the manor gates. The wooden doors slammed open, and the soldiers filtered through like chickens fleeing a coup.

Sergeant MacTavish, better known as Soap.

He was shoving a rather enraged Quds Force major in front of him as they approached the van. Bell unlocked the doors and slipped out of the van, grabbing a sack from the passenger seat and quickly turning to see the sergeant slam Hassan up against the side of the van.

“I'm a Quds Force major; you have no right!” Hassan yelled his spittle speckles across the window of the van.

“Shut the fuck up!” Soap hisses, slamming the major against the side of the van. Bell cringes before quickly securing the bag over Hassan's head and opening the side door for Soap to then shove Hassan into the back of the van with a loud thud.

Bell quickly turned on his heel, sliding back into the driver's seat and peeking upwards at the rearview mirror only to see the other soldiers packed tightly into the back, Rodolfo seated next to him in the passenger seat while the others were squished together in the back.

Bell quickly pressed his foot down on the gas pedal, and the van skidded forwards away from the raided compound.

The sun had set below the horizon, letting the moon bask down onto the sandy, acacia-covered desert. The yellow light of two vehicles illuminated the small sandy clearing. One vehicle was a sleek black van, the other a Humvee.

The clearing was a safe spot, far away from any civilian or cartel settlements, so that they couldn't be interrupted by the howl of coyotes and the rustling of dead bushes and tumbleweeds swaying softly along the rough surface.

The van pulls to a stop, its yellow light still blaring across the land, the light curving across the jagged rocks sprinkled around the clearing.

The doors of the vehicles all open simultaneously. Bell swung himself out of the vehicle, his boots thudding down onto the sand-covered ground; he turned his head to see Soap and Alejandro dragging Hassan by the arms towards the center of the clearing where the headlights from the two vehicles interlock with each other.

“On your knees,” Soap hisses as he shoves the major down onto the ground, promptly ripping the sack off of his head.

He also saw out of the corner of his eye Phillip Graves hop out of the passenger seat of the other vehicle.

Phillip noticed Bell staring and gave the soldier a small smile and a sharp nod, which Bell returned, although far less enthusiastically. Bell watched as Phillip set up a computer on a small box.

“Ya'll got a clear picture?’ Phillip asks, stepping back from the computer and looking back at Hassan momentarily. A moment passes before the general shepherd's voice filters through the computer's speakers. “Crystal.” The blunt answer was all that Phillip needed.

The commander stood up, walking towards Hassan's downed position. Bell would give Hassan credit; in all fairness, the major was able to keep a calm facade in the face of imminent danger.

Bell tilted his head at Hassan, squinting his eyes; something deep within the buried memories of Bell's past hummed in the back of Bell's mind. He knew that somewhere stuck between the endless field of memories forever stuck behind that goddamn red door was a memory he desperately needed now.

He recognized Hassan; the man's face was a twisted kaleidoscope of colors in Bell's mind, but now Hassan kneeled here in the dirt and sand. Bell recognized him.

“Alright, we are live, folks.” Phillips' American drawl snapped the bell out of his trance, drawing him back towards the problem at hand. Bell watched as Phillip slowly made his way towards Hassan, his hand raising to tuck itself in the space between his tack vest and his shirt.

Hassan lifted his head up, looking Phillip in the eye, keeping his calm facade stuck on his face like a second skin. Hassan cocks his head back, looking Phillip up and down. “Do you speak Arabic?” He hawks his tone, bordering on mocking. Phillip shakes his head, sighing annoyedly. “No,” he says bluntly, clearly wanting the conversation to speed up. “Farsi?” Hassan asks, a mocking grin tinting at the corners of his mouth.

Bell took a step forward, bringing Phillip's attention onto him. Bell watched as Phillip raised his eyebrows as if asking, 'Are you up to this?’ Bell simply gave him a small, sharp nod. Phillip smiled widely before nodding and backing away slightly, giving Bell space to approach Hassan.

“'ayn alsawarikhu?” Bell said the Arabic syllables rolled off his tongue easily. He had picked up the language years ago for negotiations between Perseus and some Iranian allies; the CIA let Bell keep that skill when he was refurbished, even improving it slightly. Small mercies.

Hassan's focus snapped up to Bell, his eyes narrowing. “You... I know you.” Hassan mutters, his face twisting in realization.

“So you can speak English fluently.” Phillip snapped, walking forwards and placing a hand on Bell's shoulder, letting Bell know silently that he could take it from here.

Hassan's remark did not go unnoticed, and Hassan wasn't content to stop. “I always wondered why Perseus thought so highly of you.” Hassan spat, his eyes still locked onto Bell. Bell felt his body tense involuntarily.

“What the hell is going on?” Soap mutters, who was standing only a few steps away from the scene, leaning up against the humvee, his arms crossed over his tac vest. Alejandro, who stood next to Soap, had his arms crossed against his chest, similarly whispering back to the sergeant. “I don't know, hermano.”

Phillip kept his hand on Bell's shoulder, leading the soldier away from Hassan before looking down at the major, letting his hand slip down from Bell's shoulder. “Ahh, see... We're getting off to a bad start, Hassan." Hassan's eyes flicker from the bell to glare at Phillip, his mouth drawing into a scowl.

“You’re talking to a Quds Force officer.” Hassan hisses, making Bell scoff and shake his head, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Phillip scoffs, “You’re the commander of a foreign terror organization.“ He says, pointedly raising an eyebrow, daring Hassan to disagree, which, of course, he does.

“I could say the same to you.” Phillip rolls his eyes, pinning Hassan with an impatient glare. “What’s your target, ‘major’?” he says mockingly, taking another step towards Hassan, making the major lean back. “What was your target when you sent missiles into my land?’ Hassan rebutted, raising his eyebrows at Phillip, who looked back at Bell, who was equally as annoyed.

“Oh well, wild guess… to nail your ass.” Phillip said uncareingly as Bell also took a step forward, glaring at Hassan from behind Phillip, his height towering over the commander. The perfect shadow. Before Hassan or Phillip could mutter another word, Bell stepped out from behind Phillip.

“This is getting nowhere,” he muttered, his hand flying to his belt, fingers curling around the hilt of his combat knife.

Phillip blinks at Bell before his eyes flicker down to what Bell was unsheathing from his belt, his eyes widening before he jolts forward quickly, grabbing Bell's wrist, making all the other soldiers, including Hassan, jolt.

“Hey, hey, soldier… Take a breather, yeah? We can rough him up later.” Phillip says, pulling Bell away from Hassan, who stared at Bell with something akin to mild respect and fear flickering in his eyes.

Phillip jolts his head towards the van, and Bell murmuringly nods, clearly frustrated. Soap glances at the mercenary before clearing his throat and directing his attention back to Hassan.

“Who’d you get American missiles from?” Soap's demands were met with a silence that was broken by General Shepherd's harsh voice coming through the speakers. “I don't care who they're from; I want to know where they're going.

Bell shook his head, shaking himself and letting a shudder run down his spine. He had spent years separating himself from his past, all of it, his association with Perseus and his ... stay with the CIA, but here he was being haunted by his past. Bell let himself take a deep breath, pushing out everything that surrounded him—the noise, the people, all of it.

He had gotten good at dissociating himself away from reality during his years within the CIA; he had perfected the technique during boring missions or debriefs in Vietnam, or at least his memories of being in Vietnam.

He didn't know if it was another thing that Adler had programmed into him, but at least the skill could give Bell some peace, even now, temporarily. Bell's hands snaked into his pants pockets as he leaned against the surface of the van.

His eyebrows lifting as he felt something in his right pocket, grabbing the object, pulling it out, and bringing it up to his chest, Bell was now looking at a fresh pack of cigarettes. He paused; he hadn't put them in there. His gaze flew over to Phillip, who was now leaning down to meet Hassan's gaze, probably exchanging some kind of threat.

“Cheeky bastard.” Bell huffed, tearing the pack open, his fingers fiddling to grab one of the cigarettes packed tightly into the box.

Phillip had previously caught Bell smoking his lungs out late at night at the shadow company compound, and ever since, Bell had found fresh packs of cigarettes placed in his barracks. When he had confronted Phillip about it, the commander only smiled and said.

“My old man is just like you; he can't go a day without his cigs.”

Bell doubted that Phillips father was smoking to reverse mind control protocol burned into his psyche, but he did appreciate the gesture.

“Mind sharing?" The question stirred Bell back from his thoughts. His head snapped in the direction of the familiar voice only to see Phillip walking towards him, the others nowhere to be seen. Bell let a sigh leave him as he fished another cigarette out of the box, carelessly handing it to Phillip, who gladly took the cigarette, placing it between his fingers.

Bell let his eyes dance around them, trying to find any trace of the other soldiers, but alas, the humvee was gone. Now all that there was in the desert was him, his commander, and his van. Bell tucked his finger under his balaclava, pulling it up and over his nose, revealing the twisting scar stretching across his cheek. Placing his cigarette between his lips.

“So…want to tell me what that was all about? Phillip prodded, clearly talking about Hassan. Bell huffed, his voice blunt and closed off. “I’d rather not.” Bell led his hand down into his tack vest pockets, searching for a lighter.

“All right, keep your secrets.” Phillip chuckles, shaking his head, lifting the cigarette to his lips. Bell's eyebrows creased as he continued searching through his pockets, unable to find his lighter. He turned to Phillip.

“You got a light?” he asked, a laugh catching in his throat as he saw Phillip extending an already lit lighter, Bell's lighter. He looked up from his lighter to see Phillips's shit-eating grin. Bell placed his cigarette between his lips and leaned down to let the lighter extend to the tip.

Smoke filled his mouth as he inhaled the sweet nicotine. “Thanks,” he muttered, glaring at Phillip, who lit his own cigarette, his grin still a permanent fixture on his face.

“No problem, soldier.” Phillip said the grin was not fading on his face. Bell shook his head playfully. He wondered what he did for the universe to give him a commander like Phillip Graves. Not that he minded; no, he didn't mind at all.

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WOOO! I FINALLY FINISHED ITTTTT, I hope you all enjoyed this fic and are hungry for more!

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annimkgrvsgst · 3 days ago

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our local patriot

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annimkgrvsgst · 3 days ago

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Love the new chapter for the shadow company! Bell au. Seeing your updates makes my day!

Since bell has a number now, what does Graves saves Bell as in his contacts? Would it be just like a bell emoji 🔔? And what type of phone would Bell have? Would it be a Nokia?

Anyways, have a lovely time and hope you have a bright day ahead!

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Bell has the cheapest phone known to mankind and yes it is a Nokia as for what Phillip has bell saved as in his phone I'm debating between the bell emoji and something like "mysterious man we found in the dessert."

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annimkgrvsgst · 4 days ago

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You Were in a Movie?

One day, Flash was at the Watchtower. He was mining his business as usual, scrolling through the TV for a good movie to watch. Alas, he was feeling picky so he’d skipped past a bunch and was now so far down he didn’t recognise any of the titles. That was until he came across a specific movie. Now, see, whenever he scrolls over a movie, the actors are listed, so when he scrolled over this one he saw some actress named Lisa Bennett or something and… Captain Marvel…?

Flash obviously clicked it and started watching it. What followed was the generic sappy fifties romance movie between an archeologist (Cap) and a girl who wants to be an archeologist (Bennett). He was watching a specific scene when Cap suddenly walked in.

Movie Marvel(MM): *yapping excitedly about archeology*

Actress: *writing notes in a notepad* “Thank you so much, Thomas!” *gives him a kiss on the cheek*

Marvel: *walks in and literally freezes upon hearing that line*

Flash: *does a double take* “Oh, Cap! Look, I’m watching your movie! Also, you were in a movie?”

Marvel: *speaking through grit teeth, face red as heck* “Turn it off.”

Flash: “What was that?” *knows he’s embarrassed and is smug as hell*

Marvel: “Turn. It. Off. Nyow.” *starting to spark with electricity*

Flash: “Okay, okay, dang.” *turns it off*

Marvel: *sits down next to him and puts his head in his hands* “…How did you find that?”

Flash: “I don’t know. I was just scrolling for something to watch. Why are you in a movie? Let alone a romance one.”

Marvel: “I— money.”

Flash: “Money?”

Marvel: “Money. I wanted the $100 they were gonna pay me for it.”

Flash: “They we’re gonna pay you $100 for i— oh yeah 1950s money.”

*silence*

Flash: “So does this mean I can call you Thomas since I don’t know your actual name?”

Marvel: “No.”

Flash: “Aw come on! What about Tommy? Or Tom?”

Marvel: “Still no!”

Flash: “But it sounds better than the other fake name you use! Thomas sounds way better than Marvin.”

Marvel: *grimacing super hard* “…Fine, you can call me Thomas. Or Tom, but not Tommy.” *sounds super begrudging*

Since then, Flash made sure to address Marvel as Tom as often as he could around multiple people, thankfully not around civilians. Yeah, just the people at the Watchtower.

Marvel: *eating in the cafeteria*

Flash: *slides into the seat across from him* “Hey, Tom.”

Any League Member Nearby: *immediately look to him*

They were surprised. They actually thought Marvel revealed his identity to Flash. That was, until a couple days later that The Question answered.

Marvel: *again eating in the cafeteria*

Question: *slams down some papers in front of him, looking a little crazy despite not having a face* “Thomas Abernathy!”

Marvel: “Excuse me?”

Question: “Thomas Abernathy! I went to sixteen different vintage film stores but I finally found it!” *throws a movie film roll thing on the lunch table*

Marvel: *looks horrified, looking between him and the roll* “You know it was on one of the tvs right?”

Question: “Wait what?”

That led to the first ever Movie Night at the Watchtower. Marvel was literally held down onto the couch by the combined power of three lantern rings (Hal, John, and Guy), two Kryptonians (Jon and Kon), and the rest of the Shazamily (Mary, Freddy, Darla, Pedro, and Eugene). Even then, he still struggling.

Batman: *munching on popcorn on an armchair, watching*

Members who are Watching the Movie: *all watching the movie while Marvel’s tweaking*

Marvel: *thrashing*

Eventually they got to the same scene Billy forced Flash to turn the tv off at.

Mary: “You know that scene wasn’t scripted right? Cap got a little too enthusiastic about archaeology and the actress was taking notes so she could use it for her character. Mrs Bennett realized the film was still rolling and improvised that last line.”

Kon: “Really?”

Junior: “Yeah! They had to cut it off right after that scene too because Cap got super embarrassed too!”

Marvel: *literally screams as he says this* “SHUT THE HELL UP.”

Everyone but Marvel: *all ignore him*

Hal Jordan: “Hey, so how come we never heard of this movie? I’m surprised it isn’t more well known that Cap starred in one.”

Mary: “Oh, y’know, time bubble magic stuff.”

Batman: “What?”

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annimkgrvsgst · 4 days ago

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What was he looking at?

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annimkgrvsgst · 5 days ago

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Got the screencaps from AnimationScreencaps.com

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annimkgrvsgst · 5 days ago

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don't mind me just swooning

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annimkgrvsgst · 5 days ago

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Via shenanigans, Jimmy Olsen knocks out Danny and becomes the ghost king. (Danny refuses to take the job back)

Jimmy after two days:

The Ghost Zone citizens:

Danny:

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annimkgrvsgst · 5 days ago

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i love a dapper anthropomorphic Tawky Tawny as much as the next person. Like, seriously, I love how polite and cartoony Tawky is. But I think just a giant ass magical tiger that appears out of nowhere at the most random times would be, not just hilarious, but amazing.

I know Tawky Tawny does transform into tiger, but I feel it isn't used a lot. He tends to stay in his anthropomorphic form more often than not. And I like the idea of a giant ass, protective mama tiger to a tiny and sweet Billy. I also like the idea of people watching Billy be so domestic with this intimidating beast, that can barely be classified as an animal.

Like imagine a street rat Billy Batson just minding his own business, running around doing errands and odd jobs for money. doing his thing. Then some thug or bully knocks him down and starts messing with him. Billy can't really do anything because he refuses to use powers against civilians since he feels its unfair. He pushed and kicked around a bit, cornered in the back of an alley. Then a giant ass tiger, like I'm thinking practically the size of a car, just walks out of a shadow standing protectively over Billy's bruised body (heh alliteration).

Like wouldn't that be sick! I love giant animals :)

Or maybe has to use his transformation to finish off some big bad, and it left him past out and vulnerable. The league is crowding around him, a range of emotions on each one of their faces as they realize the Captain is actually just some child. Maybe Batman is the first one to break out of his stupor and approach Billy only to be stopped by a loud growl. Tawky pushes through the crowd of superheros and jumps towards Billy.

At first the league is scared that this tiger was trying to attack Marvel, that it was gonna eat the kid while he was vulnerable. Only to watch as Tawky protectively circles Billy. And as the league was going to make a move to grab the child and restrain the tiger. Tawny roars into the sky and lighting bolt engulfs both him and Billy. All that is left in their wake is a scorched mark on the ground where they had just been and a confused/concerned Justice League.

I dunno if any of yall have read Kaiju No. 8, but one of the main characters, Mina, has a white tiger, named Bakko. It can regenerate and is super strong and fast, it is also extremely loyal and cares a lot about Mina. It is not afraid to put himself in the line of fire when it comes to protecting her.

That's what I'm thinking of for Billy and Tawky. Tawny has magic, he's also faster, stronger, and more impervious. I'm also thinking he'd have a few lighting related abilities, nothing to crazy. And when I was talking about Tawny just appearing out of the shadows, I'm not strictly thinking teleportation, but like it would definitely be something adjacent to that lol. Cause I can't decide whether I want this tiger to be able to like shadow travel or something or if I want it to be more of like Tawny just mostly lives in this like spiritual realm and he just sometimes travels between that realm and Earth. It could also just be that he just likes to chill at the rock mostly and decides to check in on Billy every now and then. Maybe at first it started with the Gods giving him a heads up about the new champion and he decided to check them out. And then the visits began to become more reoccurring. Then he and the Gods came to this agreement that the Gods would alert Tawny if anything happens to Billy, especially when he is Billy and not Marvel. He had become very protective of this new champion.

Billy loves Tawky, he showers the tiger with love whenever he decides to visit Billy. Doing his best to take care of him, provide him presents/toys, to give him treats, love, and care. To Billy, Tawky is the only constant in his life. When Billy isn't to sure he'll have enough money to eat, when his favorite cheap diner is destroyed due to a villian attack, when his friends and other kids appear and disappear for a multitude of reasons, Billy can always trust that Tawky will come back to him. And at first, it took him a while to realize that. When he first started getting to know Tawky, the tiger was basically a giant, more like colossal, house cat. It came and go as it pleased, their behavior was sporadic, Billy never knew if the tiger was just gonna watch as Billy struggled to fight of Black Atom or save him when he's pinned. But overtime, they warmed up to one another.

Tawky Tawny would still come and go as he pleased, but he'd also visit more. He always knew when Billy needed him and he was always their to help and comfort. Cold nights when Billy was curled up in a cardboard box, shivering, Tawky would curl around him. And Billy just couldn't help but dream of a summer's day, him and his parents out on a picnic laughing and smiling.

That's another thing, Billy always had good dreams when Tawny was around. Most nights he was plagued with nightmares and would rather spend the night staring at a molding ceiling than confront them, until Tawny came along.

TLDR: Tawky Tawny is Billy's giant emotional support cat, and they love and care for one another very much ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)!

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