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Unexpected Delivery

(This is the start of the Big Brother AU! I made it in fic form since my hand was out of commission at the time!)

Cleo hummed absently as she finished up the last of the DNA samples for the cloning tubes. It was routine by now; she was nearly halfway done cloning the other hermits for her zoo, the growing duplicates catatonic in their seperate tubes.

Cleo thought there was nothing wrong with her quote "questionable" science, but the other hermits seemed uncomfortable whenever she casually brought it up. Which was fine! She was sure they wouldn't mind that she didn't tell them they were being cloned this time. She'd take great care of them! It'd be a great feature of the zoo.

Cleo poured the last sample into an empty tube, having already confirmed the cells were reproducing as expected. She gave a soft smile as the tube filled with the liquid she liked to call "human fertilizer", which would help the clones grow to their correct proportions in the span of a few weeks.

Cleo removed her protective lab gear, carelessly throwing her gloves on the ground. She wasn't alive, there was no danger of hazardous disposal. And her lab was entirely Joe-proof, so not even he could mess this up. There was nothing left to do now but wait.

Cleo started in stunned panic at the last tube. Oh no. No no no.

Instead of a recognizable hermit taking shape by now, it was a small, bean shaped fetus. Something was very very wrong.

The other clones were nearly finished, already clearly resembling Cleo's friends. But instead of a nearly fully grown adult, there was a developing BABY in the last tube.

Cleo was terrified. She had no idea what could've gone wrong. She swabbed each hermits individual bases EXACTLY so this had no chance of happening. What was she going to do?! It was too small to even see any definitive traits of who the parents could be, but even if there was, what was Cleo going to do? Just walk up to them and hand them their accidental test tube baby, sorry and good luck?

Cleo paused her panicked fidgeting. That could actually work. She did just successfully create a scientific breakthrough, accidental or not. Surely that was something no-one could be mad at. All things considered she should be very proud of herself, actually. How hard could taking care of a kid be anyway? Cleo found it relatively easy; that's why she was a teacher before she died, after all. She loved the little buggers.

Surely it would be fine. Everything would be just fine.

Cleo sat in front of the cloning tube, now an artificial womb. The soft green light from the tube shone on Cleo's thoughtful face, her eyes focused on the small little creation growing in front of her.

What a miraculous turn of events.

Mumbo was awoken in the dead of night by something banging on the door to his hobbit hole.

He blearily looked around the bedroom, unsuccessfully trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes. He saw the light from his son's charging cord gently pulsing in the corner of the room, Grumbot still soundly resting in sleep mode. Rain battered the glass ceiling of the two-room house, the trees along the coast lashing in the monsoon-like winds.

The banging at the door came again, and Grian stirred at Mumbo's side. "Whazzit." Grian mumbled without opening his eyes. Mumbo listened intently at the knocks.

"Zombie." Mumbo realized, Grian groaning in annoyance in response. "You geddit." Grian stated, waving a hand vaguely towards the direction of the door. Mumbo sighed exaggeratedly, resigning himself. "It's raining," he complained, but was met with pointedly fake snores from his husband.

Mumbo shook his head with a small smile, pulling back the blanket to swing his legs over the side of the bed. He yawned and stretched as he stood up, shaking out his hands before grabbing his netherite sword from the bedside chest. Zombies weren't terribly dangerous, but Mumbo doubted he could take one on without serious damage if he was sleepy.

He swung open the door to his hobbit hole, sword poised to strike, but stopped suddenly as he recognized Cleo's face staring back at him, sopping wet and holding a mess of blankets. "I guess I was right," Mumbo stammered with a small laugh, not knowing what else to say. "There was a zombie at my door."

"Very funny." Cleo scoffed, wrinkling her nose to signify no harm done. "What--it's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" Mumbo asked, sheathing his sword and yawning again.

Cleo opened her mouth, but was instantly cut off by a massive thunderclap. The mess of blankets she was holding suddenly came to life, squirming and bawling its lungs out.

Mumbo stared as Cleo frantically shushed the thing in her arms, gently rocking it back and forth. "Is that a baby?!" Mumbo gasped. "I would love to come in, if you don't mind." Cleo said dryly, purposely ignoring his question.

"O-Oh, of course--get out of this weather, goodness--" Mumbo stuttered, moving aside.

"Hold this." Cleo said distractedly, shoving the screaming bundle of soaked blankets into Mumbo's arms after he shut the door to the raging storm. Cleo shook off the water like a dog, spraying Mumbo and his nice furniture with a shower of droplets. "Ack--Cleo, come on!" Mumbo complained over the wailing of the creature in his arms.

"It's fiiine." Cleo responded, wringing out her hair over the doormat. "You can't just say 'it's fine' whenever you do something," Mumbo muttered, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. He turned his attention to the bundle in his arms as Cleo peeled off her soaked striped socks.

Mumbo pulled back the top covering of the screaming heap, revealing what he'd recognized from the beginning; a small human baby, very clearly newborn.

"Is that a baby?" Mumbo looked up to see Grian, out of bed and staring at the poor thing in Mumbo's arms. "Hi Cleo. Oh hi Grian! I'm doing great, thanks for asking!" Cleo flipped her hair back from her face and glared at Grian, the avian sticking his tongue out at her in return.

"Here--can you get new blankets, Gri? These are soaked." Mumbo asked, unconsciously slipping into Dad Mode. He freed the still crying baby from the soaking bundle, unceremoniously dumping the blankets on the floor.

Cleo moved to sit her wet butt on Mumbo's nice couch as he tried to quiet the baby. "Where--where did it come from? Why the middle of the night?" Mumbo stammered, wordlessly handing the child over to Grian, who had returned with clean warm blankets. The baby was dressed in a plain leather tunic, something Grian quickly replaced for an old nightshirt of Grumbot's. It was still too big, but at least it was dry.

Cleo took a breath, clasping her hands together on her knees. Mumbo and Grian sat on the couch across from her, the baby finally quieting from ear-splitting wails to snuffled fussing. "Please explain, Cleo. Who's is it?" Mumbo pleaded, moving a hand through his hair.

"Well, ah, it came from my lab." Cleo began nervously. "Yes, I have a lab." She interjected at Mumbo's surprised look. "And uh. Well, it's yours."

Grian snapped his head up from the baby, having the same shocked-slash-confused look as Mumbo. "Wh--what? Sorry?" Mumbo stammered. "We're both boys." Grian stated stupidly. "Men. We're men." He corrected, going red.

Cleo rolled her eyes. "It's not a traditional baby, dummies. It's a test tube baby. A--an accidental one." Cleo wrung her hands awkwardly at Mumbo and Grian's faces.

"How do you make an accidental test tube baby, Cleo?!" Mumbo exclaimed. He wasn't mad, just--well, extremely confused. "Why were you making a test tube baby in the first place?!" Grian continued. Cleo held her hands up in surrender. "I--okay--I'm making a hermit zoo exhibit! And I'm cloning you! For the zoo! And uh--well, THAT happened." Cleo explained, gesturing at the small being in Grian's lap. "I individually swabbed your bases, so--I'm not really sure how it happened?" Cleo stuttered.

Mumbo stared. "Cleo. We're married. We live together." Mumbo said, holding up his hand to display the ring Grian had made him.

Cleo stared back. "Oh. Well, that would make sense." She rubbed the back of her neck self consciously. "Cleo, you came to the wedding!" Grian stated incredulously. "You were my groomsmaid!!" Cleo winced. "Right. That's right. I remember now." She said apologetically.

"I--anyways. That baby is a perfect mix of your DNA, so--I mean, technically speaking, I managed to create life without the use of traditional means, so you should be not mad, you should be impressed, really." Cleo rambled.

Mumbo opened his mouth and then closed it again. His redstone brain was truly very impressed, actually, but his parent brain took over. "So you just--gave us a baby? We have a baby now, that's it?" He asked, his voice pitching.

Grian gasped quietly next to Mumbo, pulling his attention from an increasingly nervous Cleo. Grian was staring at the baby, who had finally quieted into idle murmuring. "He has your eyes, Mumby." Grian whispered, his voice catching. Mumbo leaned over, startled to see the same shade of red as his staring back at him. "Oh," Mumbo breathed, a strange feeling coming over him.

Grian held out his finger to the baby and was immediately grasped by the tiny thing's button-sized hand, letting out a coo of endearment and peeking the smallest of smiles. The baby was a naked newborn, hardly a day old, but Mumbo was instantly struck by how much the little smile reminded him of Grian.

Mumbo finally looked away from the baby to Cleo, who brandished a smug grin. Mumbo huffed in annoyance he couldn't bring himself to feel.

"Well...he needs a name." Mumbo reluctantly stated, silently accepting the new member to the family that Cleo had brought them. Cleo grinned wider, undoubtedly coming to the same conclusion that he had.

"Jrum--wait." Grian bit on a laugh. "We can't call him Jrumbot, Grian." Mumbo corrected dryly over Cleo and Grian's giggling. "Okay, how about Junior, then?"

Mumbo wrinkled his nose. "That sounds patronizing. And cliche." He disagreed. Grian hummed in thought while their unnamed son sucked on his finger.

"Okay, how about Juni? That's got a nice ring to it," Grian suggested. Mumbo smiled. "You're just saying that because you can't think of another name than Junior." He teased, letting out a laugh when Grian shoved him in response.

"I like Juni." Cleo piped up, visibly more relaxed after knowing they wouldn't be mad at her.

Mumbo looked down at their new son again, his bright red eyes now curiously swiveling around to everything he could see. He was so young, so small and fragile, and yet Mumbo could already see so much life in him.

"Yeah." Mumbo said, swallowing a sudden lump in his throat. "I like Juni too."

#big brother au #hermitcraft fic #grumbot lives au #meraki post

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kirishii-gay · 6 years

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Kiribaku Week- Day 4

I BELIEVE IN YOU

Based on this art piece: https://abbyslullaby.tumblr.com/post/172292706823/i-believe-in-you-ei by @abbyslullaby

Written by: Kiara (me)

Word Count: 4.3k

Prompt: Surprise Party / Free Prompt

READ ON AO3 HERE -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/14389851

@kiribakuweek2k18

They called him the sun.

He shone brighter than anyone else in the world, a flash of shark teeth was enough to add light back into a drained day.

The way he walked, the way he talked, the way he carried himself without a care in the world. The way he fought was like the scaling hot surface of the sun, wild, out of control and powerful. He reeled you in and hit you when you least expected it while flashing the same shark-toothed grin. He’s quick, he’s fast, powerful and strong, burning with a never-ending passion that he showed to everyone, that he kept proudly on display at all times.

What reeled you in were those eyes.

Carmine red, like the blood dust of the deserts when he’s thinking, like the raging ball of gas in the sky when he’s motivated, like the soft scent of roses when a new emotion grabs him by the tuff of his uniform as he locks eyes with the explosive blond. They light on fire when rage takes over his body, and you can almost feel the heat as if it was burning the delicate skin on your body.

When he cries the sun seems to shy away, hiding behind the layers and layers of clouds of tear-stained grey. When he smiles the world erupts in music and joy and laughter with the contagious beam of the boy. When he laughs the stars seem to dance.

When he fights the sky seems to fall.

“Kirishima!” The blond one calls out, scowling but voice tainted with a grin as he greets him. The sun beams and Bakugou’s eyes go wide, blown away by the reoccurring light the redhead seems to carry wherever he goes. Kirishima holds out his hand and Bakugou clicks his tongue before he takes it, and they follow each other side by side into the pit of the battle.

Villains keep coming forward eagerly, one after the other. The students fight, teeth clenched and eyes narrowed as they scour the face of their enemies.

The sun’s fire returns when he fights, and it’s mesmerizing. The way he takes down enemy by enemy without fail, pushing his body to do more, to go further, to break beyond his limits and more. A spark of electricity electrocutes the blue sky and the foes fall down, down, down, one by one like dominos.

A strike of a fist and they fall down, down, down.

The sun is too busy. He’s on fire. The passion has stained his brain and he’s lost in the moment. Down, down, down they go, falling one by one. More came, and more went, but he takes down them all with a blow. It feels good to be strong. To be useful. To be the hero he always wanted to be. There was more he could reach, more he could do. People he could save, people he could protect. And this would get him there.

He was shining, thriving. The two fought side by side in the heat of the battle, fighting styles balancing each other out, holding each other up when needed. The blond would attack greedily, showing little mercy, and the sun would take out enemy after enemy by his side until the two were left breathless.

Suddenly, emerging from the shadows is a new, unknown enemy. He’s big, tall and looms over the two heroes, his face hidden, his body draped in ugly black. He blocks out the sun, covers it with his intense gaze and its light is desperately pouring against his back, trying to get through to the red-haired sun to no avail. The blond clicks his tongue, annoyed at another enemy showing up, and his palm erupts in yellow-orange sparks that dance across his skin. He turns his head to face Kirishima, to yet again receive that determined glance that also sends a newfound hope within his heart. But instead, Kirishima is frozen.

His eyes roam up to the face of the familiar enemy, his pupils dilating. Kirishima’s trembling, his usual joy is screaming out and crying, his body failing on him. He can’t move a muscle, every fiber is paralysed with fear. The fear grips his feet and glues them to the ground with a booming rage, it clings to his arms painfully with white-hot terror, pure disgusting terror that feels all too familiar. The freeze of his body is all too familiar. The towering villain is all too familiar.

Kirishima was faced with the same villain he faced all those years ago.

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And back then he didn't do anything. He was useless. Completely and utterly useless, watching helplessly, commanding his body to move with no avail. Nothing was working, nothing. Kirishima clenched his fist, fingernail pressing into his skin hard enough to draw blood. His body returned from its hardened mode and he was left open, vulnerable and frozen. He was a hero now. He was happy. He could fight. He had someone like Bakugou as his boyfriend, and fighting alongside him. He could face this now! He could do this! He could fight, he could rise-

Kirishima broke.

His mind was empty, frozen. He could no longer do anything. He felt helpless. Worthless. Useless. Broken.

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“Kirishima! Kirishi-fuck! Eijirou! What the fuck are you doing?!” Bakugou cried, anger staining his throat. The villain began to walk slowly towards the blonde, who readied himself in a familiar battle stance. Annoyance framed his emotions with an ugly black at Kirishima. Why was he being weak? Why now? The villain smiled a poisonous grin, a terrifying aura surrounding him that even Bakugou could feel. Frustration swelled within his muscles, this was not some time for Kirishima to pull this off! The villain swung.

His movement was fast for his looming size and Bakugou barely dodged it, feeling the air stolen from his lungs. The hero lunged back, flickering his gaze to the sun who had lost his light. Kirishima was still frozen, still paralyzed with fear. Bakugou continued to fight the villain head-on, determination filling his veins. He wasn’t going to go down, with Kirishima or without him.

If Kirishima’s the sun, Bakugou’s the moon. The dark. The other side that rises up and laughs mechanically.

The way he fights is like a hurricane, pure and destructive, it takes and takes and comes back hungry for more. It sucks up everything in its path without another thought, powerful.

But the night can be calm when it wants.

Gentle, soothing. A dark midnight blue that caressed your cheek when you were sad, the pitch black sky that welcomed thousands of stars. While the dark is unknown and out of control, its kindness is the best thing that can ever happen to you.

And the moon that arises in the dusk of night. The moon that shines over you with a booming light, so bright it blinds you. The moon that has different phases, different waves of emotion, but even when it is hidden under the mist and the stars, it will always there.

The moon turned to the sun, its primary source of light that lost its flame with a determination to make it better. “Eijirou, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong, but you have to fucking snap out of it! Please!” Bakugou called, desperately, the moon trying to shine on the sun while fighting off a meteor.

The villain, the destructive meteor glowered down at the lone hero and the pathetic sun by his side. His work here was done. Then with a final, spine-tingling smile, he left. Shrunken back into the darkness of night across the deserted streets, back into the never-ending abyss of space, and disappeared.

Bakugou let out a sigh of relief and sharply turned with a pivot of his foot, running towards Kirishima, grasping him by his shoulders. The sun looked at him with no light, scarlet eyes wide looking at nothing, mouth parted, body trembling under his fingers. “Eijirou! Eijirou, answer me, you fucking shit! Shitty Hair!” Bakugou cried, shaking the redhead slightly to no avail.

The sun hadn’t lost its light, but was rather paused. Frozen. And Kirishima was trapped.

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“His mindset. His trapped in his mindset.” Aizawa declared, and Bakugou’s face immediately turned baffled. Trapped in his mindset? What the fuck did that mean?

Kirishima had been in recovery girl’s office for the past three days and there were no signs of improvement. His eyes stayed open, wide, his mouth parted in shock and chest constantly gasping in fast anxious breaths of air. Bakugou was starting to get worried. Was it a disease? What if he never got out of it? “Let me explain.” Aizawa followed, moving forward in his seat, clearing his throat. “That villain Kirishima faced was the same one he saw in middle school, whose quirk is ‘Mind Freeze’. When his victim is in terror or shock, he freezes that thought, leaving them mentally and physically frozen. Usually, this would be remedied with up to two days of treatment, but it seemed to have a bigger effect on Kirishima. The first time he met the villain, his quirk was cast on to him, but not as extreme. When meeting him today, the villain attempted to use it again and ended up doubling the effect. Because of that, Kirishima’s left in this state for, well, I’m not sure how long.”

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Mind freeze?! Kirishima had told him about his time in middle school one night, about four months after they’d gotten together. Kirishima told him how he was still worried that he was as weak as his past self, and how traumatised he was from the experience. To have had to experience that again, the very thought made Bakugou’s stomach twist. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. An emotion he’d never really came across before. He was used to living his life with no regrets, so guilt never showed itself.

But the memory of him screaming at Kirishima to get his act together while he faced the villain that traumatised him all those years ago made guilt clench at his chest, and Bakugou winced.

“How do we fix it?” Bakugou hissed, clenching his fists hard. He saw Aizawa struggle for a minute, taking another breath and avoiding the student’s gaze.

“We can’t,” Aizawa replies, and Bakugou stopped hearing his heartbeat.

“What?!” Bakugou cries, slamming his hands down on the table, pupils dilating. “What do you mean we can’t fix it?!”

“Because Kirishima’s already been affected by the quirk, there’s no way to erase both effects of the quirk. Even with my quirk. But, there is one thing we can do…” Aizawa explains, and Bakugou nods, desperate at this point. “There’s a friend of mine who has a quirk that could help him. But we’d have to go back to his first meeting and ensure Kirishima’s confident enough not to get affected by the quirk.” Aizawa explained reluctantly, aware of how insane that sounded.

Bakugou placed his head between his hands, clenching them harshly. This wasn’t happening. To go back in time...to change how Kirishima thought? Everything about it all sounded impossible.

“And...I want you to do it, Bakugou.” Aizawa leaned forward, looking more intense than the blond had ever seen. His stare seemed to drill into Bakugou with each passing second. Seeing as Bakugou had clearly gotten the point, Aizawa leaned back in his chair and continued.

“You’re the closest one to Kirishima, and I am well aware of the... relationship you have with each other. So-” His teacher explained, and Bakugou was puzzled for a moment before sharply turning his gaze up, causing Aizawa to lift an eyebrow.

“I’ll do it.” Bakugou interrupted, and Aizawa’s brows raised further in surprise. “If it’s for Kirishima,..I’ll do it.” Bakugou continued, before avoiding his teacher’s gaze and turning his head, the last add-on barely audible.

“He risked everything to help me once. I’d be a dick not to do the same.” It was almost as if Bakugou was reassuring the words to himself.

When he first entered at U.A., head held high, dreams as large as towering mountains, a cocky pride in his chest, he didn’t need anyone. He was strong, and strong alone. No one dared to stand in his way, leaving him a clear path to the top. Just how he liked it. But because of that, no one stood by him, either. That didn’t matter to him, at the time. He didn’t need something as petty as friendship. People are just extras in a film he’s starring in. That’s always the way it was, that’s always the way he wanted it.

Until Kirishima changed that.

And now, as much as he hates to admit it, he likes the company. He melts under the redhead’s touch and feels like explosions are set off within his chest whenever the two kiss. He’s shown affection and care and equal strength, he has someone to proudly stand by his side with that same smile that seems to fix everything. And he wouldn’t change that for the world.

When Bakugou was around Kirishima, he learned a new side of himself. And so did Kirishima. A side that was gentle and romantic when he wanted to be, a side that would curl up on Kirishima’s chest and fall asleep to the steady metronome of Kirishima’s heartbeat, safe in the warmth of his arms.

He loved Kirishima.

Love. The word he thought he’d never meet, he’d never need, he’d never feel. All because of one person who changed his life with one smile.

And that was the smile he was going to get back at all costs.

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“The quirk will take you back exactly one year, outside Kirishima’s junior high. You have one chance, Bakugou. You have to wait until Kirishima comes in contact with the villain, then move forward and grab his shoulder. If successful, he’ll be taken into an alternate reality, a separation in time. Then it’s up to you to talk to him. If successful, you’ll be brought back to the hospital immediately, and neither you or Kirishima would have any memory of what happened, and Kirishima will never had gotten affected by the quirk. ”

Bakugou ran the instructions over and over again in his mind, but doing it in person was a completely different story. It sent his nerves out of control as he moved down the footpath, towards the place the villain was sighted. He kept his hands firmly in his pockets, taking slow breaths. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this-

Bakugou’s eyes went wide.

Across the footpath, right there, was Kirishima.

Well, not the Kirishima he knew.

The boy had his hands clenched by his side, eyebrows furrowed over the eyes that he knew so well. His hair, his stupid shitty hair had lost its flame and hung over Kirishima’s head in messy black bangs, framing his face and traveling down his neck. Bakugou had seen his hair down before, and he loved it. Loved how easy it was to run his hands through it, how the soft, silky locks felt in his fingertips. But the black had a completely different effect on the boy in front of him.

Bakugou had been so fixated on the lost light of the sun in front of him, that he was too late to notice the villain that approached the students ahead with a sickening grin. The atmosphere immediately seemed to darken, the grin sending a shiver down even Bakugou’s spine. Its voice was terrifying, hissing with venom as he patiently asked for directions from the quivering students. Annoyed at the lack of response, the villain moved lightning fast, fist colliding with the wall, sending a jagged crack crawling up the building.

The villain drew his fist back and turned to face Kirishima.

The boy froze.

Bakugou saw him struggle, saw him grit his teeth and command his body to move, but it disobeyed.

Bakugou snapped out of his trance immediately ran forward, as fast as his damn useless legs could carry him and grasped Kirishima’s shoulder, praying he’d made it in time.

Immediately, the scenery around them vanished, like a light finally being put out. The villain melted away, followed by everything in the area around them. Nothing remained except a valley of stars atop a black sky, and Bakugou desperately holding onto young Kirishima’s shoulder.

The young boy turned around, mouth agape, eyes darting as he took in what just happened. He looked around, hands out and still trembling, then finally saw Bakugou, who had drawn his own hand back.

“W-what?! W-what h-happened...w-who are you? Where am I?” Kirishima stuttered, staring at Bakugou. Bakugou took a slow breath, wondering how the hell he was going to say this. To do this. “I’m...A friend of yours. More than that. You’ll find out later. And I don’t know where the fuck we are either, but I need you listen to me or all of this is gonna be for nothing.” Bakugou said sternly, voice shaking slightly as he tried to figure how the fuck to do this.

“What are you feeling right now?” Bakugou eyed the boy in front of him, reading his facial expression. Wide with fear. Not a good sign. Kirishima looked slightly shocked at the sudden personal question, and it was present in his expression.

“What? Where’d the villain go?-” Kirishima asked, confused, but not even able to finish before Bakugou interrupted him.

“You fucking heard me. What are you feeling right now? Are you pissed? Scared?” Bakugou continued to question. “When you saw the villain, you were scared. You were pissing yourself, right?”

“I-...I was terrified, but….how did you know this? What are you doing here?” Kirishima pushed, fear and confidence fighting and clenching at his chest as he attempted to challenge Bakugou.

“I-...” Bakugou paused. This wasn’t fucking working. How was he going to talk to him, to try to stop him from being self-conscious when he didn’t even know who he was. This was all too fucking confusing. He never should’ve signed up for this.

But, if doing this meant he could get Kirishima, his Kirishima back, then fuck it. Bakugou moved forward and grasped Kirishima by the shoulders, looking directly into his similar, yet so different eyes.

“Kirishima.” The young boy’s eyes widened at the say of his name, causing Bakugou to let out an annoyed sigh. “Yes, I know your fucking name. Because I know you, Kirishima. I know you’re fucking terrified right now. And upset, and confused, and whatever else the fuck you’d be feeling. I know, okay. That’s why I’m here, I need...fuck, ...I need to change that, ok? So you have to listen to me.”

“But I don’t even know you! Where am I? I don’t get it-” “We don’t have much time ok? Can you please fucking listen to me?” “Dude, you just took me to a random place in the middle of nowhere and I don’t know who you are and you’re pushing me with questions. I’m confused!” “I fucking explained already, Kirishima! Just, fucking answer me, okay?! Were you scared?” Bakugou pushed, losing patience.

Kirishima opened his mouth, as if to say something but quickly closed it. Then with a shaky breath, he nodded.

“I-...I was scared. I couldn’t move at all. I-... I t-tried to get my body to move b-but it just..wouldn’t. It was..terrifying. I wasn’t manly at all. ” Kirishima admitted, gluing his gaze to the ground and clenching his fist, and Bakugou’s chest twisted.

The spark of light the sun gave still wasn’t there. It had been completely put out.

“Fucking everyone gets scared sometimes, Kirishima.” Bakugou reminded, eyebrows turning upwards, features going softer. “Even All Might, for hell’s sake. It’s not a weakness, it happens to everyone. And I know..I fucking know you’d be scared. I-I’ve had that before. Where I didn’t move. At all. I didn’t do a fucking thing and let my ass get kicked by a villain and nearly fucking died when I goddamn knew I was stronger than that.”

Bakugou let his hands fall to his side and turned his head, body tensing at the memory. He felt his muscles go rigid and took a deep breath. This wasn’t about him. This was about Kirishima.

“That...that really sucks, man. I’m sorry.” Kirishima said softly, voice painted in concern. Even like this he still cared.

“This isn’t about me though. I know you’ve been upset lately. And not because of the villain.” Bakugou questioned, and he saw Kirishima hesitate for a minute, his eyebrows lowering.

“Not really. I’m just pissed, you know?” Kirishima clenched his fists, hard, painfully letting out his insecurities after what seemed like an eternity. “How am I supposed to be a manly hero, be the best of the best, if I can’t move?”

Bakugou’s chest twisted yet again, a deep feeling he couldn’t place in his stomach. Empathy, maybe. “Kirishima, that doesn’t change whether or not you can be a hero, for god’s sake. You’re gonna be a dead-ass strong hero, because when you fight it’s fucking amazing.”

“But what if I’m not strong? There’s... there's so many people who are so much better, who could do so much more. Me, my quirk, just, me I’m not...good enough to be up there. And I-...I’m scared I never will be.”

The last sentence was said quietly, with so much hurt, so much pain coming from the young version of the one he loved. It physically hurt. It reminded Bakugou of that time in the dorms when Kirishima had the nerve to say he wasn’t strong and that his quirk wasn’t good enough. A reveal of how deep his insecurities were..it was painful.

Bakugou knew he had to choose his words fucking carefully. He needed to say the right things, think through his words and not mess this up. You can do this, Katsuki. Do it for Kirishima .

“It’s okay, Kirishima-” Bakugou began, before abruptly pausing as he saw Kirishima get more frustrated, tensing up and clenching his fist harder, bottom lip beginning to tremble. Everything was overflowing, held back for too long and--

“It’s not okay, though! Other people, they’re so much better! Everyone can do so much cool things, and I-...I can’t! I can’t do anything! How am I supposed to be a hero like this? It’s...it’s not manly at all...and I don’t know w-what to do, ok?” Kirishima ranted, eyes wide with newly formed tears in the corner of them, eyebrows drawn together, reaching a hand up to grasp the front of his uniform. Kirishima began to cry now, the tears rolling down his young face. He held his hand up to his tear-filled eyes, attempting to stop them to no avail.

“Kirishima, I-..I’m not fucking good at this. I have no idea what to say either, but. If you don’t give up and keep on fighting, it means you’re fucking strong. You’re the goddamn strongest and manliest person I’ve met, and you’re going to be a strong ass hero one day.” Bakugou confirmed, saying nothing but the truth.

“How do you know, though? How do you know that every time I see a villain I won’t freeze? W-why am I so useless sometimes? Ugh...I’m...I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-” Kirishima sniffed, his tears still not ceasing.

“No. Don’t apologise, Eijirou. Don’t fucking apologise. You’re strong. You’re so fucking strong. I’ve seen it before, I’ve seen the shit you can do-” Bakugou countered, finally getting the hang of this whole comforting language before getting cut off.

Kirishima had surged forward and clung to him in a desperate hug, head pressed against Bakugou’s chest, his body still trembling from the continuous sobs.

“It’s ok, Eijirou. I believe in you.” Bakugou reassured, awkwardly placing his hands around Kirishima’s waist, letting him cry as much as he needs.

As soon as those words left his mouth, Kirishima looked up at him with wide eyes. “W-what?”

Bakugou lifted his hands and cupped Kirishima’s face, his tears wet against one palm, the other resting against the black hair that hung over his face. Bakugou’s face went soft, and his voice dropped to barely a whisper. “I believe in you, Ei.”

Then, slowly, the world began to distort. Melting away slowly, morphing back into a reality. Kirishima began to slip away, gradually, slowly, until Bakugou could no longer feel him under the touch of his hands.

And with that, the moment vanished as if it had never happened in the first place.

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The next time Bakugou opened his eyes again, he was seated in the hospital by Kirishima’s side, holding his hand tight, too tight. Waiting for him to wake up, waiting for him to say something, anything. Bakugou’s wish was granted, and Kirishima’s eyes fluttered open to meet Bakugou’s, sending him a weak smile. “K-katsuki..” He whispered, sitting up in his bed, brilliant red hair falling over his head.

Bakugou felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders and his chest swelled with joy and he lurched forward to capture Kirishima in a hug, clutching his back tightly. He didn’t know why, but he missed him. Missed him so damn much, even if he’d only been out cold for about a day.

Everything seemed to come alive again as Kirishima was returned to him, and golden-yellow joy found itself blossoming in Bakugou’s chest. The piercing red eyes that danced as he smiled, the soft red hair that was held desperately by hair gel or hanging loosely in messy bangs, the shark-tooth grin that filled Bakugou’s world with hope.

But Kirishima smiled, and light suddenly filled the room again, a sun returning home and shining upon everyone once more. Bakugou held him tighter, burying his face in the crook of Kirishima’s neck, feeling his soft ruby hair tickle his face. Kirishima laughed and Bakugou felt himself melt as Kirishima hugged him back, sitting up further in the bed to do so.

The sun had returned, and Bakugou had never felt brighter.

#krbkweek2k18 #kiribaku #bakushima #kirishima x bakugou #bakukiri #my writing

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saybwee · 7 years

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My story - Childhood

As I threatened last night, it’s time to tell my story. My memory is horrible for my early years, so there may be a lot I forget, but onwards! My life starts as most do, with being born. In Greenville, South Carolina, the hospital was closing, but that’s where my mother was taken to have me. They clocked my birth according to my dad’s watch cause the clock had already been removed from the room and none of the doctors or nurses were wearing watches. It was 1:58 pm, April 14th, 1983.

About a year later, my parents moved to be closer to theirs, and Ladson, SC is where we moved. It was a mobile home, I believe, a small walk away from where my mother’s parents lived, on a large-ish piece of land.

I don’t remember much about that time of my life. I know my grandfather grew big round sweet grapes in his yard. I remember being on someone’s shoulders, looking up and seeing the moon bigger than I ever had before, like I could reach out and touch it. One time I got in big trouble because I walked over to my grandparents’ place by myself to visit them without telling my parents. They stomped me home and put me into the corner. I remember crying because I had no idea what I’d done had been wrong. I remember being sat on the couch with my cousin (son of my dad’s sister), then having him walk and stomp all over me with his shoes. I remember making my mom rescue an earthworm that was in an ant hill and being swarmed. Not much else.

When we moved from that house, I was about 5, and my mom took a video of the place, our house and my grandparents’. I was with her most of the time, (and because at this point I’ve seen that stupid video 3264754736 times, which included every time I brought a significant other to meet them, and during my dad’s drunken rewatches because he misses when I was little and not a disappointment to everyone in the family), I also know that at that point my mom’s younger sister and brother were living at my grandparents’ place at the time as well.

We moved into another mobile home, this time in a relatively well-kept trailer park. While I attended kindergarten and elementary school, I was eager in school and worked hard to make my parents proud, though I was always a teacher’s pet, quiet, chubby, and so got made fun of quite a bit by other kids. I guess I brought it somewhat on myself. I remember my first kindergarten friend, M, and I running around on all fours outside during recess, pretending to be animals. Eventually my parents made me stop hanging out with her, because they thought she was a bad influence. She told my parents when she stayed over one night that she was a witch or something, and because “she was a liar” she was forcibly removed as a friend.

Eventually I made a friend on my street named K. K lived with her brother and her mom who had divorced, and eventually her mom’s new husband moved in. They were a really nice family, though I honestly had more fun hanging out with K’s little brother than I did with her (I preferred his K’nex and liking to pretend to be dinosaurs over the contemporary christian music and dolls my other friend liked to play with. This caused a lot of fights, but we tended to make up and spend time together anyway.)

When I went to middle school, I was bullied. A group of kids would make fun of me, steal my tests and cheat when the teacher wasn’t looking, and in general harassed and intimidated me, though I don’t think they were ever violent. I asked my mom to put me in a private school to get away from the bullying. She didn’t, but my dad did go to the school to complain. I was sent to the office, then in walked the girls that had been harassing me, all staring me down with horrible angry looks while the (counselor, I think) basically told them to lay off of me. I think the bullying got a bit worse before I got better. Every move I did, even as simply as pulling my pants up a bit cause they were sliding down, was scrutinized and made fun of. I learned to hate and fear those quiet voices that always ended in stares and giggles.

In 4th grade I graded high enough on a placement test that I was put in a gifted and talented program. Because of this, my parents kept raising the bar of what they thought were acceptable grades and behavior. Anything below an A after this point was met with disappointment, angry words, and sometimes yelling. (You can imagine what happened when I failed a math class in high school, heh).

Around this time I had made a couple more friends on my street. One birthday my parents gifted me with a wooden playhouse that they’d built, about the size of a smallish shed, with a little table and chairs inside, a door, and a window. I have no idea how it happened, or who started it, but I guess when I was around 11 some friends and I started playing Truth or Dare and strip Uno in the playhouse. It lasted a good number of months, Eventually one kid ran out, opening his big mouth about what had happened, loud enough for his dad to hear. We all got in trouble, and grounded by our respective parents, but I was grounded for a month whereas the others were outside and playing after a week or so. This was after my dad had yelled at me and hit my arm repeatedly and told me I was a sorry, stupid person, and who knows what else. My mom had to grab me and take me to the car and drive around to give him time to cool off, all the while basically telling me not to be a slut like my dad’s sister. So yeah, great family bonding.

Also in this time, if I ever complained that I missed the dogs my parents kept adopting and giving away when they had behavior issues, I was yelled at, though I did have some wonderful pets when I was growing up. Prina, the first cat I picked out at the SPCA, basically turned into my guardian, following me around when I’d play outside, or walking me to or from where the bus picked me up or dropped me off. Magick, a tiny fluffy kitten found under our neighbor’s car, became our second cat, though my dad resisted for the longest time, not being very fond of cats. I also had a hamster or two, a hedgehog (we gave him away when he bit the crap out of my hand and wouldn’t let go and I was too afraid to handle him after that) and temporarily adopted frogs and lizards (even a turtle once, from my grandparents’ pool) in jars or boxes that I would observe and release the next day. My dad eventually brought home a pomeranian puppy that my mom fell in love with. It essentially became her dog though, as it didn’t seem to like being around me much.

This is also when I remember my dad’s drinking becoming a problem. I told my mom I kept seeing him drink and trying to hide it, and she suggested I talk to him about it. When I did, my dad called me a liar and made me wait on the couch for hours until my mother came home so he could “tell her what I did”? I don’t remember his reasons, I just remember apologizing a lot and changing my story that I didn’t see anything. I was scared of him.

There was one time my dad wanted to take me to a Nascar race. I wanted his approval and his excitement was infectious, so I went. I was maybe 12 or 13. It was at Daytona Beach a few hours away. While we were driving, my dad started head-bobbing at the wheel, his eyes barely open, and the car was swerving. I yelled at him to stop the car and let me out, I was terrified. He managed to park at a gas station, and I got out and ran to a hotel that I could see from the car. I was crying so much... but the employees there were very nice, stuffed me full of donuts and let me use the phone to call my mom so she could come get me. According to my dad, while I was waiting for her to get me (about an hour and a half away or something), the police came and he was taken away in handcuffs. I'm not sure who called them, actually. Either way, on our way home, my mom and I stopped at a hardware store and got a new doorknob so my mom could change the lock. We got home, and my mom started changing the doorknob, and then my dad came in, in full rage mode, slamming the door open and smashing my mom in the head with the knob, and chasing me into my room where he proceeded to yell at me about what a stupid, selfish bitch I was and that he'd never been more humiliated in his entire life. He swore up and down he wasn't drunk though and they let him go?? The details aren't clear.

For a while my parents separated and after promising he wouldn’t drink anymore, and because I guess I was spending too much time on the internet after school and had other behavioral issues (jesus I wonder fucking why, maybe cause I was traumatized and couldn’t stand being around my parents? Who knows), my dad moved back in and began to drink again. My mother made excuses for him, and blamed me if I was upset because of my dad’s behavior, telling me not to let him rule my emotions.

There are times I remember seeing my drunk dad piss in the sink, walk around with his junk hanging out, stuff food in his face while standing at the fridge and making the most disgusting noises. He called me names while he was drunk, told me I was stupid and worthless. Drunk Dad was something I dealt with every night all through middle and high school, and two years after.

It wasn’t all bad though. Even though there were a lot of things my mom did that I felt were controlling, privacy-breaking or unfair, she made my birthdays awesome, throwing me big parties with some friends I’d made from school. My mom is good at making holidays and birthdays feel really special. She’s also good at being really nice sometimes and absolutely awful other times, but that’s a story for another day.

So we’ve made it, in a very convoluted and weird way, to my high school years, which I’ll get into in the next post. Thank you for reading my weirdness!

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ofdcvils · 8 years

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INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY —

Characters: Matt Murdock, Karen Page ( @darlingkarenpage ), Bart Allen ( @impulscs )

Mentioned: @connorxhawke, @wonderasms, @dmianwaync, @supersonjon, @redwiiinged, @ofconnerkents

Triggers: Imprisonment

Timeframe: Night, 3/13/2017

Bart Allen: Bart had made his phone call, but now all he could do was sit in his cell. He didn't feel like he belonged here as all he has ever done was dedicate his life to putting only those that deserve it in the same place. Now he was no better than the rest of them as he looked at the other people that were in here as well. They looked like they have seen some shit, and he didn't want to find out. Some of them looked at him as if they knew he didn't belong, which just made him more nervous. In any other situation Bart would be laughing and making jokes to ease the tension with everyone, but he was totally feeling the mode. It didn't help that the boy had cried so much – from when they arrested him to making his phone call, he looked a mess like he was much too vulnerable. He tapped his hands against his legs, keeping his gaze low, wondering if this was all a nightmare. Bart knew it wasn't, but he wished it was. He was scared about what could happen to him going forward from here. What if he never saw any of his friends again? He had to stop thinking about it before he just ends up crying again.

Matt Murdock: Matt was moving as quickly as he could into the police station, using Karen's guiding hand so he could go a little faster without seeming suspicious. After hearing the boy in tears over the phone, he didn't waste a second in calling Karen and Foggy and making sure that they knew what was happening. Of course, Foggy was still in New York—there wasn't much he could do, though he said he'd hopefully be flying out that night—but Karen had shown up right away to make sure that both of them could go down to the station together to post bail for Bart. As he walked into the station, an officer tried to wave him away, but he just took out his California Bar Association ID and flashed it at him. "Matt Murdock, of Nelson and Murdock. You have my client in custody and I have a right to see him. Immediately."

Karen Page: Karen wasted no time in getting to Matt the moment she heard about Bart being detained. She couldn't believe her ears. Bart was such a good kid who wouldn't hurt a fly. The moment she arrived, she helped Matt get ready quickly and the two made their way to the station. She wanted to snap at the officer but Matt took charge as always. Still, she glared, eyes narrowing at the officer who had tried to wave them off. "His name is Bartholomew Allen." She added, her concerned expression now replacing the one that had been almost full of rage

Bart Allen: There seemed to be a little commotion going on, and one of the police offers came around to unlock the door. His gaze looking up as they said his name – normally he would have cringed at the use of Batholomew coming out of someone's lips, but he was much too terrified to care. He stood up slowly from the bench, making his way over towards the large man who held his arms behind his back to put some handcuffs on his wrists to take him to one of the interrogation rooms. “You're awfully lucky your lawyer is here.” He said, as he practically nearly shoved him into the dull room. It made his skin crawl, but they took the cuffs off him. “Don't think about running, kid.” He said as he shut the door. Bart took a seat at the table, waiting for Matt and possibly Karen to come in. He would be happy to see a friendly face for once, even if he looked like a mess between his red hair in every which way and his pajamas.

Matt Murdock: Matt touched Karen's arm with the tips of his fingers, his cane in one hand as he followed her towards the interrogation room, listening to the sound of Bart's heart. It was racing, he was obviously panicking—and how could Matt blame him? Here he was, just an 18 year old kid being treated like some hardened criminal when that wasn't even close to being the case. He pressed his lips together, addressing the officer as he walked out. "Treat my client like that again and I'll be forced to speak to your captain," he said quietly, his voice almost dangerous in its delivery. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he walked into the room, sizing it up carefully. "Bart? How are you doing?" he asked, his hand reaching out for the cold metal chair before he carefully eased himself into it.

Karen Page: Karen walked in with Matt, her heart pounding, anticipating seeing Bart again. She had been worried sick. Did they feed him? Were they kind to him?When she finally laid her eyes on the boy, she sighed out of relief, glad that Matt threatened the officer. She placed her hand over Matt's, giving it a gentle squeeze in support and waited for him to sit so she can take the seat beside him. "Hey Bart. We're here now. We're going to help you." Karen placed her briefcase on the table and pulled out a manila folder,opening it to begin her notes, mindful to flash the young boy a soft smile or reassurance.

Bart Allen: It was a sense of relief seeing Matt and Karen, people who would be nice to him! Two of his favorite people who knew he wasn't a criminal! He took a deep breath as he leaned against the table, still unsure how all this legal stuff works. It wasn't like he had the time to read up on laws when the world was ending back in his time. “Man, am I happy to see you guys. I've had better days, I don't like it in here.” He frowned as he looked down for a second, already missing his own bed and the comfort of his own home. He felt like maybe he took everything for granted as he got comfortable. “What's going to happen? How long will I be here?”

Matt Murdock: Matt folded his hands together on the table, listening for the officer to leave the doorway before he started speaking. "I'm going to try and get you out of here tonight, Bart. We already called in a favor with a judge to see if they'll set a bail amount for you tonight, but the worst that it's going to be is that you're going to have to stay here tonight. Have they been treating you all right? Because if not, Karen and I can take care of that for you. We'll make sure that they start treating you properly. You don't have to feel like some criminal."

Karen Page: Karen took a deep breath as she began going to work, pulling out her laptop and searching for a bondsman. If they posted bail before midnight, they'd get Bart out. "He's right, Bart. It's too late for booking. You'll spend the night here if we can't post your bail before midnight but we will post it before booking tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. I'll make sure to be there when those court doors open." It was moments like this that reminded her why she wanted to do this for a living. "You haven't done anything wrong, Bart. Okay?"

Bart Allen: Bart listened, trying his hardest to remember every detail they told him. He wasn't sure what they had on him exactly detail for detail, but it can't be good if they arrested him for it. It had to deal with that team up he did the other night right? He couldn't think of something else that would have been as bad. Sure once he sped off to get Cassie a drink, but he wasn't wearing the suit at the time. He used it one other time too, but he wasn't crime fighting at the time even though he had the suit on. Fighting alongside his new found friends was the only lawbreaking thing he could think of, but then again he wasn't sure what they considered to be 'lawbreaking' after all. “I don't feel like I did something wrong, but I used my speed and that makes me the bad guy doesn't it? I used it once to get a friend coffee, but I didn't have my suit on. The only other time though … I teamed up with some other kids to take down some bad guys. That's what got me in here isn't it? I honestly thought it was the right thing to do at the time … I'm so stupid.”

Matt Murdock: Matt shook his head. "You're not stupid." He paused, pressing his lips together as he processed the information. "Do you think those other kids might be in the same situation? Have you talked to any of them since you got the threat?" He tilted his head, pausing for another moment before turning to Karen. "Judge McFadden is the one we want, but if we can't get him, Judge Mulroy might be willing to see us, too," he said, wanting to remind her of it before the thought slipped from his mind. He listened to the sound of a heartbeat outside the door, and his lips curved down into a frown. This was privileged information—if anyone was listening in, they were breaking the law. "Karen, can you go make sure that none of the officers are listening? I get the sneaking suspicion that our friend who treated Bart poorly might consider himself above the law." His was bitter—this was the last thing any of them needed. He'd had enough of dirty cops back in Hell's Kitchen.

Karen Page: Karen pulled up the profiles for both judges, already setting up the letter templates seeking an immediate hearing. She had already drafted the letters and simply changed the names before sending them to each assistant. It'll only be a matter of time. "Judge Mulroy is a professor. I'm sure I can get him." She muttered as she typed away. Matt caught her attention once more and she nodded before standing up and walked towards the door, pressing her ear against it first, brows furrowing when she heard whispers only to open it and click her tongue. "Have you been listening the entire time?" She raises her voice, her glare intensely burning into the officer. "I'd like to speak to your captain. I promise you I will make this your worst day on the force if you don't get your captain here in the next 5 minutes." She looked down at her watch and then flashed it to him. "Thank you."

Bart Allen: It was amazing to Bart that Matt already knew what Judge they should have because far as he was concerned they were all the same, waiting to sentence him to a life to his worst nightmare. That might just be an overreaction on his part though now as he was realizing there was still things he needed to learn. “I haven't gotten the chance to talk to them before I got arrested. I wish I could have.” He frowned as he worried about what could be happening to Cassie, Damian, Jon, and Connor. Another part of him was worried for Tim and Conner his best friends from his old team. He didn't want anyone getting hurt, but if he had to take the fall for everyone should he? His thought process broke as Karen got up and from what he could tell, was yelling at the cop that had been rude to him. He knew there wasn't something right about that guy. Bart flashed a smile because Karen was a badass and if it were appropriate he may have cheered her on, but he had to behave in here.

Matt Murdock: Matt nodded. "After we get you out of here, get in contact with them. I don't want them to end up in the same position." He listened to Karen telling the officer off and a smirk lifted up at the corner of his lips. He knew it was a good thing that he brought Karen along—especially since asshole cops always thought they could pull one over on the blind guy. At least with Karen around, he didn't have to pretend he didn't know what they were doing. He tilted his head slightly. "Make sure you tell the captain that we'll have his ass for this if those officers aren't put on probation," he added. "I don't want to get IA involved, but I will if I have to." He turned back to Bart. "Is there anything else you think we should know right now? We can talk more after you get out, too."

Karen Page: Karen stepped to the side so that the officer could hear Matt as well, a smile pulling at her lips. The other's smug expression disappeared immediately and he went off to do as he was told. "He has five minutes starting...now." She walked back in the interrogation room and sat beside Matt once more, glad to see her outlook flashing. It was Felicia,Judge Mulroy's assistant sand she couldn't help the smile forming on her face. "Matt..." She pulled his the sleeve of his jacket gently. "We've got a hearing. Tonight. In an hour." The judge had agreed out of a favor to Karen who had interned with him during her undergrad. Quickly, she wrote down the names Bart had mentioned before she forgot them, still smiling from the news. They were going to at least get the boy back to his own bed soon and if luck was on their side, the bail would be posted before midnight.

Bart Allen: This was a good thing right? Bart smiled again, “A hearing is that good?” He wondered if his pajamas were okay for whatever a hearing was it would have to be because that's what he had on at the moment. He ran a hand through his messed up hair, trying to keep his hands busy. This seemed to be a step in the right direction so the boy wasn't going to question it too much. “What happens during a hearing?” He asked the dumb question, but he had a feeling it was like professional arguing. Bart knew he would probably have to prepare for some people to say some nasty things about him and people like him if the other side of this would be present too.

Matt Murdock: Matt nodded. "A hearing is really good. If we can finish the hearing and get your bail posted before midnight, you're going to be out of here tonight." He turned to Karen. "Who's our judge?" he asked, listening to Bart's heart rate slow down slightly and feeling a small smile quirk at the corner of his lips. "Do we have clothes we can get Bart into? I think I have a button up and pants at the office that will fit him if he's not dressed for court." Of course, bail hearings were usually fairly informal, but he still needed to look presentable. Their case started now — they had to show that Bart was a nice, clean-cut kid, not deserving of jail time. "During the hearing, you'll just have to sit there. I'll be making arguments on your behalf on why you should be let go and why you should have a low bail amount."

Karen Page: Karen nodded. "It's very good,Bart. We got Mulroy, Matt. So I think we'll be okay. Hopefully we'll get a decent ADA who will see this is ridiculous." Karen mused over Matt's question and added, "I have one of your jackets in the office closet. You had given it to me the other night when it was cold and we were on our way to the office. I think we'll be okay." She looked down at her watch. They had three minutes now. "And you don't have to worry about the money...Matt and I..." She looked over to Matt after discussing this already. "We'll post the bail for you." She had some money saved up and together, they would be okay.

Bart Allen: Bart knew that he would start saving money if he was lucky enough to get out of this. He could save money from his two jobs – and eventually pay them back at some point. It was the least he could do because he felt awful that they would probably end up using their own money to bail him out if he can get out. “I work with you guys and I work with Clint, they'll have to see I can be responsible right? I know I'm reckless sometimes, but I try my best to stay focused, honest.” He commented, taking a deep breath as he felt a little more relaxed about how good this was starting to look, and they'll have nice clothes for him to change into! His luck was turning around. “Oh good I was worried about having to show up in my pajamas. They have burgers on them and I don't think that's court appropriate no matter how much everyone loves a good burger okay.” He rambled, but mentally slapping himself to tell himself to stay focused.

Matt Murdock: "They'll know you're a good kid, Bart. You're a really good kid." He nodded at Karen's words—the had agreed that they would pay whatever bail was necessary for Bart to get out of jail. The kid didn't have a family or anyone to look out for him, so they were going to have to do it. Matt remembered being on his own at 18, and he couldn't imagine having to go through something like this back then without any help. He wasn't going to make Bart do it, either. "Mulroy is pretty lenient when it comes to kids like you," he said. "I mean, rumor has it he used to be a hero himself, but no one's ever confirmed it," he added absently. A soft chuckle huffed out of the back of his throat. "As cool as I'm sure your burger pajamas are, we'll get you into some decent clothes before court."

Karen Page: Karen couldn't help but chuckle at Bart's words wanting more than anything to pull him into a hug. She listened to Matt, smiling at the trivia about Mulroy. "He is one my favorite professors and very fair. And I'll see what I can do about the ADA. I can charm just about anyone." She grinned and then looked down at her watch one more time. "If you two will excuse me, I have some matters to handle with the captain." She gave Matt's shoulder a gentle squeeze and exited the room to raise hell. "Captain, Karen Page, paralegal of Nelson and Murdock. It has come to our attention that officer McFadden here forgot everything he learned in the academy..." Her words drifted as she closed the door, leaving the two men behind for a few moments.

Bart Allen: Bart just felt lucky they got someone who might be on his side. Not to mention he might have been a hero once upon a time? Maybe that was the solution, everyone becoming judges … so no one else could be wrongly convicted again. It was a long shot, but that sounded like a good idea to him anyway. “This Mulroy sounds like a cool guy., I can't wait to meet him!” He said with a smile, “Thank you for all you're doing for me, really, you didn't have to help me, but you're doing so much and I promise I won't make you regret it!” He said like he was taking some important oath. Bart didn't get nervous when Karen left the room because whoever she was talking to would feeling regret for getting on her bad side. He was rooting for her as now he was left alone with Matt.

Matt Murdock: Talking to Bart made it easier for all of them to get through this. Riding with him in the squad car to get to the courthouse, sitting there while they were waiting for the judge to come into his chambers, everything, it was all made better by just chit chatting with Bart. All of their nerves seemed to calm a little bit after that, and after managing to scrape together the cash to post Bart's bail, they were finally leaving the police station, Bart's belongings in hand. Matt had insisted upon having Bart stay with him that night, and thankfully, Bart didn't argue—and so, the three of them made it back to his place, and Matt felt relief wash over him. "You can sleep in that room," he said to Bart, gesturing to his room. "I'm going to be up working for a little while, anyway."

Karen Page: Karen was asked to come to Matt's apartment to get Bart settled even though she didn't need to. She could have left the boys alone. It was nice to see them bond but Matt insisted. Once they arrived, it was close to 2 a.m. and she fiddled with the keys in her hand as she watched Matt show Bart his room. She stood in his living room, a smile pulling at her lips and she looked down bashfully as if she had been caught by him even though she wasn't. "You're great with him, Matt." She looked up at her best friend. "He really likes you. I mean...can you blame him?" She laughs softly and looks around. "I should go. Those 2 a.m. drivers are such a nuisance!"

Bart Allen: Bart has seen a lot in his short life, seen what the world comes to, and how much pain there is when you're surrounded by everything the Reach had done. This night was one of the worst memories he would have, up there with the conversations he would have with his mother about how unfair it was that he never got to know her. However, despite that, he can't be too upset when he starts to miss her because as he looks back at Karen and Matt he realizes that he has people that do care for him in a way that he was missing, and can look out for him in the ways he would need. He felt like he owed them everything, but he was just really happy to be here. Bart thought Matt's place was so cool, and he wanted to look at everything, almost tempted to just let himself race around to quickly look at all the details. He didn't though because he respected the privacy. Bart moved away from the room he was going to stay in for the night to give Karen a hug before she left. “Thank you again, I don't know what I'd do without either of you.”

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