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bucky barnes x HYDRA! reader: Veil of Deception

WARNINGS: betrayal, fighting, character death, guns.

Working for HYDRA while embedded in SHIELD was a delicate dance—one you had mastered. Your cover was flawless. You were the dependable friend, the reliable agent, the one they trusted implicitly.

And you hated how good you were at lying to them.

It wasn’t supposed to matter. You’d been groomed for this role, trained to infiltrate and gain their confidence, but some part of you—the part that hadn’t been completely swallowed by HYDRA’s influence—regretted the weight of betrayal that came with it.

Especially when it came to Bucky Barnes.

You hadn’t planned for him. The way his quiet strength drew you in, how his subtle smirks and rare moments of vulnerability made your chest ache. But your mission came first. It always had to.

It was late, long after most of the Avengers had retired for the night. The dim glow of your laptop illuminated your face as your fingers flew across the keyboard. You were decrypting SHIELD’s latest intel, quietly funneling the data to your HYDRA contact via a secure backchannel.

The file transfer was nearly complete when you heard footsteps approaching.

Your heart leapt into your throat. Quickly, you minimized the window and pulled up a fake report you’d prepared for moments like this. You straightened just as Bucky walked into the room, his metal arm catching the faint light.

“Still working?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“Someone has to,” you replied, forcing a smile.

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “You work too much. You should rest.”

You shrugged, hoping your casual demeanor masked the frantic pounding of your heart. “Not all of us have a super-soldier metabolism to keep us going.”

He smirked slightly, pushing off the doorframe and walking closer. “Seriously, though. You’ve been burning the midnight oil all week. What’s going on?”

“Just trying to stay ahead of things,” you said, gesturing to the screen. “These reports don’t write themselves.”

Bucky’s sharp blue eyes flicked to your laptop, and for a brief, agonizing moment, you thought he might press further. But instead, he nodded, his expression softening.

“You should still take care of yourself,” he said quietly.

His concern made your chest tighten. “I will,” you promised, offering him a reassuring smile.

Bucky lingered for a moment longer before nodding and heading back toward his room. You waited until the sound of his footsteps faded completely before letting out a shaky breath.

That was too close.

A week later, it happened again—only this time, it wasn’t Bucky.

You were in the SHIELD server room, downloading sensitive files onto a concealed flash drive. The faint hum of the machines filled the space as you kept an ear out for any approaching footsteps.

“Y/N?”

You froze. Steve Rogers stood in the doorway, his brows furrowed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, stepping inside.

Thinking fast, you slipped the flash drive into your pocket and turned to face him, keeping your expression calm. “Agent Hill asked me to pull some data for her. Something about cross-referencing mission logs.”

Steve’s suspicious gaze flicked to the terminal behind you. “That’s above your clearance level.”

You feigned indignation, crossing your arms. “And you think I’m not aware of that? I told her the same thing, but she insisted. Said it was urgent.”

Steve hesitated, clearly debating whether to press further. You held his gaze, willing him to believe you.

Finally, he sighed. “Next time, have her clear it with me first.”

“Will do, Captain,” you said, offering a sheepish smile.

He nodded and left the room, leaving you alone once more. You exhaled shakily, your hand tightening around the flash drive in your pocket.

The close calls were becoming too frequent, but you couldn’t stop now. HYDRA’s plans depended on the information you were feeding them. And no matter how deeply you’d ingrained yourself into the Avengers’ lives, you couldn’t forget where your true loyalties lay.

But that didn’t stop the guilt from eating away at you.

One evening, as you sat on the couch with Bucky, you felt the weight of it more than ever. He was relaxed beside you, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he said, glancing at you.

“Just tired,” you murmured, leaning against the armrest.

He frowned, his blue eyes scanning your face. “You sure that’s all it is?”

You hesitated, feeling the urge to tell him the truth—just this once. But the moment passed as quickly as it came.

“I’m sure,” you said softly.

He studied you for a moment longer before nodding. “If you ever need to talk… you know where to find me.”

The kindness in his voice nearly broke you. You wanted to believe that you could have been someone different, someone who didn’t have to lie to him.

But that wasn’t your reality.

As Bucky leaned back and turned his attention to the movie playing on the screen, you allowed yourself a brief moment to watch him. To memorize the way his features softened in the dim light.

Because one day, when the truth came out, you knew he would look at you with nothing but hatred.

And you would deserve it.

The assignment had been simple: infiltrate, eliminate, and disappear. HYDRA didn’t expect her to win outright—not against the Avengers. But they trusted her to sow enough chaos to send a message.

You donned the disguise carefully: a high-tech mask that altered your face and voice, a sleek tactical suit that concealed your identity completely. In the mirror, you weren’t yourself anymore. You were Nemesis, HYDRA’s shadow operative.

You knew everything about them—their fighting styles, their weaknesses. The trust they had in you as their friend now worked against them. But no amount of training could prepare you for how it would feel to face them.

The mission began under cover of night. They didn’t recognize you, as you’d expected. The Avengers were sharp, but even their instincts couldn’t penetrate the layers of your disguise. You struck fast and hard, using your knowledge of their tactics to stay one step ahead.

Natasha’s strikes were precise, but you countered every move. Sam’s aerial attacks were thwarted by well-placed traps. Even Steve’s shield didn’t land a single hit. But it was Bucky who made your heart race.

The way he moved, so deliberate and relentless—it took all your willpower to keep him at bay.

You’d lured them to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. From the rafters, you positioned your sniper rifle, the crosshairs trained on your target: Steve Rogers. One clean shot, and you’d be done.

Your finger hovered over the trigger. You knew this was your chance.

But you hesitated.

Steve wasn’t just a target. He was the man who had always believed in you, who had called you a friend. You could see the others moving below, their voices calling out to each other as they searched for you. You couldn’t do it.

That moment of hesitation was your undoing.

A flash of movement caught your eye—Bucky. He spotted your position and fired his grappling hook, launching himself up to the rafters. You barely had time to roll out of the way before he landed.

The fight was brutal. Bucky didn’t hold back, his metal fist striking with bone-crushing force. You dodged most of his blows, but one punch caught you square in the side, sending you crashing into the railing. The pain was blinding, but you couldn’t let it slow you down.

“Who the hell are you?” Bucky growled, advancing on you.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you activated a smoke grenade, vanishing into the haze and disappearing into the night.

The compound was eerily quiet when you returned. You moved quickly to your room, peeling off the disguise and stepping into the shower. The hot water soothed your aching muscles, but it couldn’t wash away the guilt.

Your hand brushed against your side, and you winced. The bruise from Bucky’s punch was already forming, dark and angry.

You were drying off when the sound of footsteps startled you. Wrapping the towel tightly around yourself, you peeked out into the shared bathroom area.

It was Bucky.

He was fresh from the gym, his black tank top clinging to his chest, a towel slung over his shoulder. His hair was damp with sweat, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and something softer.

“Didn’t know anyone else was here,” he said, his voice low.

You forced a smile, holding your towel in place as you moved toward your things. “Just got back. Needed a shower after my mission.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze drifting to your side. “What happened there?”

You froze. The bruise was partially visible, the towel doing little to hide it.

“It’s nothing,” you said quickly. “Just got caught in the middle of things. You know how it is.”

Bucky frowned, stepping closer. “Caught in the middle of what? That looks like it hurts.”

“It’s fine,” you insisted, your voice steady. “I can handle it.”

But he didn’t look convinced. His metal hand hovered near your side, as if he wanted to touch but didn’t want to hurt you. “Whoever did that, I hope you gave it back to them tenfold.”

You swallowed hard, the irony of his words cutting deep. “I did,” you lied, your voice soft.

His concern didn’t waver, and you knew you needed to change the subject. You stepped closer, your hand resting on his chest. “You worry too much, Bucky.”

“I can’t help it,” he murmured, his voice dropping as his eyes locked on yours.

Leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He melted into it, his hand resting gently on your hip, careful to avoid the bruise.

When you pulled back, you gave him a small smile. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

Bucky studied you for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours as if trying to decipher some hidden truth. Finally, he nodded. “Alright. Just… be careful, okay?”

“I will,” you promised.

As he turned to head to the showers, you let out a quiet breath, your hand instinctively brushing over the bruise again.

The lies were getting harder to tell. But you couldn’t stop now.

You had a mission to finish.

The walls were closing in. HYDRA’s demands were growing louder, more ruthless, and the Avengers were getting closer to uncovering your double life. Every mission, every lie, felt like you were walking a razor’s edge.

But the real fracture came when HYDRA gave you an ultimatum.

“Eliminate James Barnes,” your handler instructed. “He’s a liability, and his connection to you could expose everything. Prove your loyalty.”

You didn’t flinch outwardly, but inside, it felt like a knife had been driven into your chest. They knew. They knew you’d let yourself get too close.

You nodded sharply, concealing your turmoil. “Understood.”

The plan was simple. Use his feelings for you, isolate him from the others, and deliver him to HYDRA.

It was late when you found him in the compound gym, his movements fluid as he punched the heavy bag. His shirt clung to his chest, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. He didn’t notice you at first, too lost in the rhythm of his strikes.

“Bucky,” you called softly, leaning against the doorway.

He stopped immediately, his steel-blue eyes finding yours. The tension in his shoulders eased, and he gave you a faint smile.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. “What’s up?”

You stepped closer, keeping your expression calm. “I need to talk to you. Somewhere private.”

His brows furrowed, concern flashing in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just… something I need to say.”

He followed you without hesitation. That trust, that unwavering belief in you, made your stomach churn. You led him to the abandoned warehouse HYDRA had chosen, your heart pounding as you sent the signal to your handler.

“You’ve been acting off lately,” Bucky said as you stepped into the dimly lit space. “What’s going on?”

You turned to face him, schooling your features into an expression of quiet vulnerability. “I… I didn’t know how to say this.”

Bucky tilted his head, his worry deepening. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

And that was the problem.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Before he could respond, the sound of boots on concrete echoed through the warehouse. HYDRA operatives emerged from the shadows, their weapons trained on him.

Bucky’s expression darkened as he realized what was happening. His gaze snapped back to you, betrayal flashing across his face. “What the hell is this?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s my job, Bucky.”

He stepped toward you, his voice low and dangerous. “Your job? You’ve been lying to us this whole time?”

“To you,” you admitted, your voice shaking despite yourself. “It wasn’t supposed to be personal. But it… it got messy.”

The operatives moved closer, but Bucky didn’t flinch. His focus was entirely on you. “Messy? Is that what this is? I trusted you, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay cold. “You shouldn’t have.”

But the words felt hollow.

When HYDRA moved to restrain him, Bucky didn’t go quietly. He fought with brutal efficiency, his metal arm tearing through their ranks. You watched, your fingers tightening on the pistol at your side.

You could end this. One shot.

But your hand trembled.

“Shoot him!” one of the HYDRA agents barked.

You raised the gun, your heart pounding. Bucky’s eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.

“Don’t do this,” he said quietly, his voice raw. “You don’t have to.”

Tears blurred your vision. You pulled the trigger—but your aim was off, the shot grazing his arm instead of hitting its mark.

Bucky lunged, knocking the gun from your hand. His metal arm gripped your wrist as he pinned you against the wall.

“You hesitated,” he said, his voice a mix of anger and confusion. “Why?”

You didn’t answer, your chest heaving as you stared up at him.

“You wanted me to catch you,” he realized, his grip tightening. “Didn’t you?”

Maybe you did. Maybe you were tired of the lies, the double life, the endless cycle of betrayal. But you couldn’t admit that—not even to yourself.

“I chose HYDRA,” you said instead, your voice steady even as your heart broke.

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes searching yours. “Then why didn’t you kill me?”

You stayed silent, tears slipping down your cheeks.

He released your wrist, stepping back as if touching you burned. “You made your choice,” he said coldly. “Now live with it.”

He turned and walked away, leaving you in the wreckage of your own making.

Back at the compound, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, the bruise on your face from Bucky’s punch already starting to form. You’d failed HYDRA, but you hadn’t truly won anything either.

You thought about Bucky’s words, the look in his eyes when he realized you’d hesitated. He would never trust you again, and you’d never forgive yourself.

And yet, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder if this was exactly how it was meant to end.

The compound felt hollow without you.

When they noticed you were gone, it wasn’t the lack of goodbye that stung the most—it was the absence of everything. Your room was cleared, the photos you’d taken with the team erased from their devices, your belongings gone as if you’d never existed.

Bucky stood in the doorway of your now-empty room, his jaw clenched tightly. There wasn’t even a single piece of evidence that you’d ever been part of their lives. And for all they knew, maybe you never had been.

“She didn’t just leave,” Natasha said, her voice icy. “She wiped herself out of our lives. That’s not someone running away. That’s someone covering their tracks.”

Steve stood beside her, his expression grim. “It doesn’t make sense. Why now? Why like this?”

Bucky said nothing, his hands balling into fists. He didn’t have an answer for them, but something deep inside him whispered the truth he didn’t want to face.

You weren’t coming back.

The mission was straightforward: infiltrate a HYDRA base and gather intel. It was supposed to be routine—just Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Bucky.

But nothing about this mission felt routine.

They moved cautiously through the dark corridors of the base, their weapons drawn. The tension in the air was palpable, and Bucky’s gut churned with unease.

“Something feels off,” Natasha murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Steve nodded. “Stay sharp.”

They reached the central hub of the base and began downloading files. The room was eerily silent except for the faint hum of the computers.

That’s when Sam spoke up, his voice sharp. “Uh, guys? We’ve got a problem.”

He pointed to the screen. The files they were retrieving detailed a series of reports—about a mole. Someone who had been feeding HYDRA information from inside SHIELD.

Natasha’s eyes narrowed. “This is recent.”

“Too recent,” Bucky said, his voice tight.

A sudden sound broke the silence: the sharp crack of a sniper rifle.

Steve grunted in pain as a bullet tore through his shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground. Sam caught him before he could fall, blood seeping through his suit.

“Sniper!” Natasha barked, taking cover.

Bucky’s head snapped toward the source of the shot—a rooftop across the compound. Even at a distance, he recognized the figure perched there, the rifle steady in their hands.

It was you.

His blood ran cold as you lined up another shot, your movements precise, almost mechanical. He barely recognized you in the dark tactical gear, your face cold and unfeeling, but there was no mistaking it.

It was like staring at a ghost.

“Y/N,” he muttered under his breath.

“Barnes, go!” Natasha ordered, firing back toward the rooftop to cover him.

Bucky didn’t hesitate. He sprinted through the chaos, weaving between gunfire and debris, his focus locked on you.

The rooftop was deserted when he arrived, save for you. You stood there, rifle slung over your shoulder, watching him approach with an air of calm indifference.

“Bucky,” you said, your voice devoid of warmth. “I was wondering when you’d catch up.”

He stopped a few feet away, his chest heaving with exertion and anger. “What the hell are you doing?”

You tilted your head, your expression unreadable. “My job.”

“Don’t give me that,” he snapped. “I know you. This isn’t you.”

You laughed softly, the sound sharp and bitter. “You thought you knew me. You never did.”

His jaw tightened. “You’re lying. I don’t believe this is who you are.”

“Believe what you want,” you said, your voice icy. “It doesn’t change the fact that I’ve been working for HYDRA this entire time. Every mission, every conversation—it was all a means to an end.”

“Bullshit,” Bucky spat. “I saw the way you looked at me. That wasn’t fake.”

You hesitated, just for a moment, but your expression quickly hardened. “You saw what I wanted you to see.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. “So that’s it? Everything we had—it was all a lie?”

“It doesn’t matter now,” you said, taking a step back. “You’re in my way.”

“Then you’ll have to go through me,” he said, his voice low.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you lunged, striking with calculated precision. The fight was brutal, each of you trading blows that felt as personal as they were physical.

Bucky’s metal arm deflected your strikes, but you knew his fighting style too well. You anticipated his moves, countering with the ruthless efficiency HYDRA had drilled into you.

“Why are you doing this?” he growled, blocking a kick and shoving you back.

“Because I chose HYDRA,” you said coldly, drawing a knife and slashing at him.

But even as you fought, a part of you hesitated. You could have aimed to kill, but you didn’t. And Bucky noticed.

“You’re holding back,” he said, his voice sharp. “Why?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you surged forward, your blade clashing against his metal arm. He twisted, disarming you and pinning you against the edge of the rooftop.

“End it,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

Bucky stared at you, his grip on your wrists unrelenting. “That’s what you want, right?”Bucky growled, his voice low and rough, his eyes searching yours. “You’re hoping I’ll do it, so you don’t have to keep living this lie.”

You glared at him, your breathing uneven, but your eyes betrayed a flicker of something—guilt, sorrow, regret. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough,” he snapped, pressing you harder against the rooftop ledge. “Enough to see this isn’t you.”

Your jaw tightened, but you didn’t struggle against his hold. “Maybe this is me,” you spat. “The person you thought you cared about? She’s gone. She never even existed.”

“Then why aren’t you fighting back?” Bucky shot back. “Why aren’t you doing what HYDRA trained you to do, huh? What’s stopping you, Y/N?”

You clenched your teeth, but the answer was sitting heavy in your chest.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Bucky’s grip on your wrists loosened slightly, his anger faltering. “You do know,” he said, softer this time. “You don’t want this. Whatever HYDRA has on you, whatever they made you think—you can walk away from it. Right now.”

You shook your head, the weight of his words too much. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is,” he insisted. “You just have to decide. Right here. Right now.”

You swallowed hard, your resolve cracking under the intensity of his gaze. For a moment, you thought about it—really thought about it. About leaving HYDRA, about what it would mean to face the consequences of your betrayal. About what it would mean to choose Bucky, and the life you could have had.

But then the cold, relentless voice of your HYDRA handler echoed in your mind. Failure meant death. Loyalty was the only path to survival.

“I can’t,” you said, your voice trembling but firm.

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and determination. “Then I’ll stop you,” he said, his voice low.

You braced yourself, but deep down, you didn’t resist as he moved. His metal arm locked around you, pulling you away from the ledge and forcing you to the ground. His weight pinned you down, and for the first time, you felt powerless—not because you couldn’t fight back, but because you didn’t want to.

“Go ahead,” you muttered, staring up at him. “Turn me in. Lock me up. Do whatever you have to do.”

Bucky hovered over you, breathing hard, his expression torn. “You think that’s what I want? You think I want to hurt you? Damn it, Y/N, I don’t know how to fix this.”

“You can’t,” you said simply.

Silence hung between you, the sounds of the fight below fading into the background.

Finally, Bucky let out a frustrated sigh, his grip on you tightening briefly before he let go and stood. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with a pain you couldn’t bear to meet.

“You chose HYDRA,” he said quietly, the finality in his voice cutting deep.

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you lying there on the cold rooftop.

You stayed there for a moment, staring up at the sky, your chest heaving with the weight of what had just happened. You’d made your choice, but why did it feel like you’d just lost everything?

The HYDRA base was silent except for the faint hum of machinery and the occasional clinking of boots against the steel floor. You moved through the shadows with practiced precision, planting the explosives in key locations around the facility.

This was it. The end of the line.

The flash drive containing every piece of HYDRA’s secrets rested in your pocket. You’d spent the last week gathering intel, decrypting files, and uploading sensitive information. It was all sent to one place—the Avengers.

Your betrayal of HYDRA had been quiet but absolute. By the time they realized what you’d done, it would be too late.

The last charge was set.

You stood in the central control room, the timer on the detonator in your hand. Around you, the monitors displayed images of HYDRA’s reach: global plans, sleeper agents, weapon caches. All of it, about to burn.

Your fingers brushed against the worn edges of a photograph tucked in your pocket. You pulled it out, staring at the image of you and Bucky. It was one of the few remnants of your time at the Avengers compound, a photo you hadn’t been able to destroy.

The two of you looked so happy, so… normal. You’d never deserved him, and you knew that now. But you still wished you’d had the chance to say you were sorry.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered, tracing his face in the photo. “For everything.”

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, pulling you back to the present. You tucked the photo into your jacket and turned to face the door, your hand tightening on the detonator.

They were coming for you.

HYDRA wasn’t happy about your betrayal. They’d caught wind of your actions and sent a kill squad to take care of you. But you weren’t going down without a fight.

You ducked behind cover as bullets tore through the control room, returning fire with precise, controlled shots. The years of training they’d given you were now being used against them.

But you were outnumbered, and the strain of the fight was starting to show. Your side ached from a graze, and exhaustion weighed heavily on you.

Then, through the chaos, you heard it. The unmistakable roar of a Quinjet overhead. The Avengers. They’d gotten your message.

The HYDRA base erupted into chaos as the Avengers stormed in, taking down agents with brutal efficiency. You stayed hidden, watching from the shadows as Bucky, Steve, and Natasha led the charge.

For a brief moment, you thought about stepping out, about letting them arrest you and face whatever consequences awaited. But you knew better. HYDRA would never stop hunting you. And you couldn’t let them hurt anyone else because of you.

The fight raged on as you slipped back into the control room. You’d done your part. The Avengers had the intel, and HYDRA’s forces were crumbling.

All that was left was to finish it.

You stood in the center of the room, the detonator in your hand. Your thumb hovered over the button as you took one last look at the photo in your pocket.

You closed your eyes, a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips.

“I wish I could’ve told you I loved you,” you whispered to the image of Bucky.

The door burst open behind you, and you turned to see him standing there, his metal arm glinting in the dim light. His eyes widened when he saw you, and he immediately raised his weapon.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Step away from the detonator.”

You shook your head, your heart breaking at the sight of him. “I can’t do that, Bucky.”

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, taking a cautious step forward. “You sent us the intel. HYDRA’s done. We can end this without you blowing yourself up.”

You smiled sadly. “It doesn’t end, not for me. They’ll keep coming after me, after all of you. This is the only way to stop it.”

“Don’t,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “Please, Y/N. We can figure this out. Together.”

Your eyes softened, and for a moment, you let yourself imagine it—a life with him, free of HYDRA’s shadow. But it was only a dream, and you’d woken up long ago.

“You deserve better,” you said softly.

Before he could move, you pressed the button.

The explosion tore through the base, a blinding light swallowing everything in its path.

Bucky was thrown back by the force of the blast, his ears ringing as the world around him crumbled. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding as he searched for you.

But there was nothing left.

The base was gone, reduced to smoldering rubble. He stood there, staring at the destruction, his chest heaving with a mix of anger, sorrow, and disbelief.

Steve placed a hand on his shoulder, but Bucky didn’t move.

“She saved us,” Steve said quietly. “She saved everyone.”

Bucky nodded, his throat tight. He didn’t say anything, but his hand clenched around something in his pocket—the photograph he’d found in the wreckage, the edges singed but still intact.

You were gone, but in the end, you’d made your choice.

And for Bucky, that was the hardest truth of all.

The world felt quieter with HYDRA gone.

The information you had sent to the Avengers unraveled the organization completely. Their agents were arrested, their sleeper cells dismantled, and their leaders taken into custody or eliminated during the final mission. For the first time in decades, the looming threat of HYDRA had been extinguished.

But your sacrifice lingered like a shadow over the victory.

The Avengers returned to the compound in solemn silence, the weight of your actions heavy on their shoulders. The Quinjet ride back was somber, no one daring to speak, each of them lost in their thoughts.

Bucky sat in the corner, staring out the window. His hands were clenched tightly around the photograph of you that he’d salvaged from the rubble. He hadn’t spoken since the explosion, his mind replaying your final words over and over.

“You deserve better.”

A small ceremony was held at the Avengers compound a week later. The team gathered in the courtyard, a simple headstone marking your place among the fallen.

The inscription read:

“Y/N Y/L/N: In the end, she chose the light. May her courage never be forgotten.”

Natasha stood near the headstone, her face as unreadable as ever, though her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I always knew you were hiding something,” she said quietly, her voice carrying in the still air. “But I never thought you’d do something like this. You fooled us all… and in the end, you saved us.”

Steve rested a hand on Natasha’s shoulder, his own grief etched into his features. “She did the right thing,” he said softly. “Even if it cost her everything.”

Sam shook his head, his voice tinged with frustration. “Why didn’t she tell us? We could’ve helped her. She didn’t have to do it alone.”

“Maybe she thought she didn’t deserve our help,” Bruce offered, his tone gentle. “She carried this weight for so long… maybe she didn’t think we’d forgive her.”

Bucky stood apart from the group, his eyes fixed on your headstone. He hadn’t said a word all day, but the anguish on his face spoke volumes.

The team gathered later in the common room, the quiet camaraderie doing little to ease the ache of your absence.

Tony, who had stayed silent during the ceremony, finally spoke up. “You know, for someone who played double agent, she had a hell of a redemption arc.” His voice was tinged with bitterness, but there was a flicker of respect in his eyes.

“She fooled all of us,” Natasha said, her arms crossed. “But in the end, she didn’t betray us. She betrayed them.”

“That takes guts,” Sam said. “Even if she did… lie to us.”

Steve glanced at Bucky, his concern evident. “Bucky?” he asked gently. “What are you thinking?”

Bucky looked up, his eyes haunted but resolute. “She didn’t do it for herself,” he said quietly. “She did it for us. For all the people HYDRA would’ve hurt if she hadn’t stopped them.” He paused, his voice breaking slightly. “But that doesn’t make it any easier.”

Natasha placed a hand on his arm. “You cared about her,” she said softly.

“I loved her,” Bucky admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I didn’t get the chance to tell her.”

The room fell silent at his words, the weight of the loss settling over them like a shroud.

In the weeks following your death, the Avengers worked tirelessly to ensure that your sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain. The intel you had provided led to the dismantling of HYDRA’s remaining operations. Their agents were brought to justice, their influence eradicated.

But for Bucky, it wasn’t about the mission anymore. It was about you.

He often found himself at your grave, the photograph of the two of you tucked into his jacket. He’d stand there for hours, his mind replaying every moment he’d spent with you, every conversation, every laugh.

“I wish I could’ve saved you,” he whispered one evening, his voice carrying in the wind. “I wish I could’ve told you that you were worth saving.”

The photo rested in his hand as he stared at the headstone. The ache in his chest was ever-present, but there was a sliver of peace knowing that, in the end, you’d chosen to make things right.

Months later, during a routine mission, Bucky found himself staring at a HYDRA emblem etched into the wall of an abandoned base. It was faded, almost forgotten, but it reminded him of everything you had fought to destroy.

He ran his fingers over the symbol before turning to leave. As he walked away, he murmured, “I’ll keep fighting, Y/N. For you.”

And though you were gone, your actions—the courage it took to turn against the darkness—left a mark on all of them.

You had fooled them, betrayed them, and ultimately saved them.

In the end, you weren’t a hero. But you were something even rarer:

A person who found redemption.

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Under His Skin ~ Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

Words: 5k

Pairing: Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow (Nolanverse Batman) x F Reader

Warnings: Stalking, sabotage, gaslighting, head games, x-rated fantasies, oral (m receiving).

Jonathan continues executing his plan to temporarily stabilize Ares. But her continued absence disrupts the system. When she fails to return to Arkham for a second day, Jonathan decides to reestablish control by visiting her at her gallery... with unintended results.

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Jonathan had returned to Arkham on Monday in exceptional form. The weekend had been productive -- precise, deeply satisfying.

He and Ares both primarily worked Monday through Friday, though they were technically on call on the weekends. A rotating PT doctor usually handled weekend rounds, a contract fill-in with no investment in long-term cases and no real oversight of facility activity.

So when Jonathan showed up Saturday morning? No one questioned it. He’d signed in, conducted “follow-ups,” and remained in the south wing for just under two hours. He’d completed another round of tests on a low-risk inpatient, one of Arkham's long-term residents. Unremarkable diagnosis. No family. No one watching too closely.

Subject 034.

Responsive. Highly suggestible.

Fear index response: elevated.

This time, the modified compound absorbed more efficiently. No need for direct injection. A simple aerosol dispersal had been enough. The results were beautiful. Shaking. Dissociation. Vocalized distress. But more importantly, truth beneath fear. Exactly what he was after. After logging the data, he’d started something new. Jonathan started designing a filtration system for his personal use. A way to be in the room without absorbing the poison. It would provide him with field readiness, a way to control the chaos, protection.

By the time he left, Subject 034 was sedated and stable. Nothing had appeared unusual. He didn’t need anyone’s permission for this. Not anymore. He just needed a system distracted enough not to notice.

And right now, Arkham was very, very distracted.

Ares arrived late and reeked of alcohol. It wasn’t overwhelming, just faint beneath the cologne he’d clearly applied to cover it. But Jonathan noted it immediately. So did two of the nurses. The junior staffer at the front desk didn’t make eye contact when Ares passed. The security guard shook his head.

Jonathan didn’t say anything. He simply logged the observation.

Unshaved. Late. Auditory processing delay. Olfactory trace: whiskey or gin.

By eleven, Ares had snapped at a nurse, misfiled a patient transfer order, and quietly admitted to Jonathan in passing that he’d “forgotten” about a meeting with administration that had been on the calendar for two weeks.

Still functioning, but barely.

And sticking to his plan, Jonathan made no move to escalate. He reminded Ares gently about the admin meeting, handled the file fix himself, and smoothed things over with the staff with the ease of a man who knew how to fix a narrative before it bent too far. It was all part of his plan. Ten days of breathing room. Just enough time to make the fall look inevitable… and him look indispensable. It was working.

It should have been satisfying. But it wasn’t.

She didn’t come. Again. By now, she was off her pattern. Off his rhythm. You don’t get to become unpredictable now.

Her absence wasn’t just a missing piece. It was a disturbance, a weight in the system he couldn’t rebalance without her. He’d expected distance after their last interaction. A pause. Reflection. But not withdrawal or silence. Not this.

Ares was worse, visibly. Agitated, sluggish, and hungover. His judgment was fractured. His affect, unstable.

What happened over the weekend? Had they fought? Had something shifted between them that Jonathan hadn’t seen coming? He didn’t like not knowing.

Every other variable is accounted for. But not this one.

If Ares was spiraling and she was staying away because of it, it changed the timing. It changed the narrative.

I need her back in position. And if she wouldn’t return on her own? Jonathan would create the conditions to draw her out. He closed his notebook with deliberate calm.

If she won’t return on her own, I’ll reestablish contact on neutral ground.

Not at Arkham. That would feel too formal, clinical. She’d feel cornered. A space where she felt safe would be better. Her space, her rules. A visit that felt like a choice instead of an obligation. He would bring a peace offering.

Moving to his desk drawer, he removed a slim folder he kept tucked beneath the more visible files. Personal notes nothing clinical or official. He flipped to the page labeled [Her Name] – Observational Patterns.

Favorite café: Haven Leaf, three blocks from gallery. Orders consistently: arugula + lentil bowl, no onions, sub lemon vinaigrette. Always asks for extra lemon. Once corrected staff about packaging, prefers compostable over plastic lids.

He’d observed it three times. Noted it after the second. Confirmed it after the third.

It wasn’t just lunch. It was a demonstration. I see you. I understand detail. I listen. It was, in a word, earned.

This is the reset. She’ll see I can adapt. She’ll start to trust the version of me I give her. And then she’ll come back into the story, exactly where she’s supposed to be.

He checked the clock. It was late afternoon. Too late to act now, not if he wanted the moment to feel deliberate. Tomorrow.

Jonathan would let her absence stretch a little longer. Let her wonder if she’d been forgotten and allow Ares to decline just enough to feel like it was all her fault.

Then I’ll show up. Not as a threat. As a solution.

He slid the folder back into the drawer and straightened the crease in his coat.

Tuesday will be better for re-entry.

Tuesday afternoon, the gallery was quiet. Almost too quiet.

You’d spent the morning rearranging an exhibit you’d already changed twice. The artists hadn’t noticed. But you had. Nothing felt settled.

You hadn’t eaten. You hadn’t gone to see Ares. You kept thinking about the fight from Saturday night, the first night he’d finally made time for you in over a week. It should’ve been a relief. You'd planned to have dinner at his favorite restaurant and actually managed to grab a reservation last-minute on a cancellation. You’d picked the place for a reason. It was somewhere familiar and quiet. Somewhere that felt like you and him before all of this. You’d even hoped to go back to his apartment after, for a quiet, intimate night. Something soft and healing.

You just wanted to reconnect.

Instead, it had spiraled. It ended in shouting. A misunderstanding and misdirected frustration that caused wounds neither of you had words for. He’d shut down. You’d raised your voice and pushed harder than you meant to. And now? You weren’t even sure what you were fighting about anymore. It hurt.

You knew Ares was embarrassed by what was happening. That he was scared, but wouldn’t say it, not out loud. Not to you or maybe not even to himself. It was pride. Or fear of what it would mean if he said it out loud and couldn’t fix it.

You didn’t go to see him at Arkham yesterday. And today, you still couldn’t make yourself do it. Not because you didn’t care, because you did and you wanted to go. You just didn’t want to continue the fight in Arkham’s halls. Not if something you said came out wrong or if he looked at you like he had nothing left to give.

You were sipping ice water behind the front desk when the bell over the door rang. Your heart jumped just a little. You weren't expecting anyone. Was it Ares? Had he come to see you because he also didn't like how things were left? Maybe, for once, he’d come find you instead of waiting for you to do all the fixing.

It wasn't Ares.

Dr. Crane stepped into the gallery like he’d done it before, calm and straight-backed. He crossed the room slowly, quietly--like he belonged--and placed a black bag on the front counter with deliberate care.

You stayed behind the desk, one hand still wrapped around your water bottle like it could anchor you, the other slowly lowering into your lap. A chill ran down your arms. Why is he here?

The last time you’d seen him, you’d nearly fallen apart in his office. And he’d done nothing, just sat there coldly watching. Like your pain had been an interesting reaction in an experiment he wasn’t really invested in, just there to log the outcome. There hasn't been an ounce of comfort or empathy. Nothing. Just observation. Like you were another file he’d already finished reading.

You folded your arms across your chest before you stood, a subtle barrier between you and him. This was your space.

If he thought anything of your reaction, it didn't show. Crane just watched you, waited. "Lunch,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You blinked, caught between annoyance, confusion, and something colder you didn’t want to name. “Dr. Crane.”

He inclined his head. “Miss.”

You didn’t invite him in. But you didn’t ask him to leave either. The long beat of silence stretched out uncomfortably.

“You didn’t come to Arkham yesterday," he said. "Or today.”

You stiffened, instinctively on guard. “I didn’t think I was required.”

“You’re not,” he said. “But your absence was felt.” He moved a little closer, slow and unthreatening. His tone was gentle, but exact. “Ares had a better day Monday. But that kind of improvement isn’t always sustainable. Especially without consistent environmental support.”

You stared at him. “Are you saying I’m environmental support now?” You meant it to sound sharp, maybe a little sarcastic. Somehow you didn't hit that note. And underneath it, something twisted in your chest. Is that what I’ve become to Ares? A stabilizing factor? A comforting presence? Not a partner or someone he trusts? It stung more than you wanted to admit. Not because Crane said it, but because maybe he wasn’t wrong.

And worse? He made it sound like a compliment. Like it meant something. Were you just another condition to be managed then?

“I’m saying,” Crane replied, “you matter to him. And I believe he stabilizes faster when you're present.”

His phrasing was so matter-of-fact it disarmed you.

“I thought you didn’t do emotional nuance,” you said quietly. “Back in your office, when I…” You stopped yourself.

Crane nodded, like he already knew. “I was trying not to make it worse. I’ve seen grief weaponized. I didn’t want to push you into anything you weren’t ready to feel.”

You looked at him, surprised by the softness in his tone. It wasn't warmth, but caution. Like he’d studied loss in a lab and learned just enough to simulate empathy.

“I wasn’t ready,” you admitted.

“I’m sorry,” he said and he meant it. Or he was good enough to make you think he did.

He didn’t push, and he didn’t stay long.

“Oh, before I forget.” He reached into the small black bag he’d set on the gallery’s front counter earlier and pulled out a neatly folded paper bag, sealed with a compostable sticker from your favorite vegan café three blocks down. “In case you haven’t eaten.”

You blinked, opening it to see its contents. Inside was your usual order. Not the standard menu item but your version. Subbed dressing, extra lemon wedge, no onions. Your stomach fluttered, more from confusion than hunger. How did he...

“Thank you,” you said cautiously.

He didn’t explain. Just gave a small nod. As he turned to go, he paused beside a large canvas near the door, a striking, oil-dark piece with a murder of crows painted in jagged, chaotic silhouettes. Their wings blurred into one another, sharp angles bleeding into a smudged black sky. There was no ground or horizon. Just movement, and darkness, and eyes that followed. You’d always admired the artist. She was brilliant, raw.

But this piece? This one was different. It felt like darkness closing in, like something coming for you, whether you saw it or not. You’d never told anyone that and you usually placed the painting near exits, just in case.

You weren’t surprised he liked it. “Is that for sale?” he asked.

You nodded. “Of course. Local artist. She's good.” You walked over to him, grabbing one of the cards clipped to the frame. Your hands were slightly shaky, and it fell to the floor before you could hand it to him. "I'm sorry." You kneeled on the floor in front of him to retrieve it and glanced up at him, because you still weren't entirely sure you trusted him. Slowly rising to your feet, you handed it to him and your fingers brushed during the exchange. Just a second. You pulled away first, and he didn’t react. But for a reason you couldn’t explain, the gallery suddenly felt colder.

He took the card gently, slipped it into his coat pocket without looking. “I’ll see you at Arkham tomorrow, then?” he asked, his intense gaze locking with yours.

You hesitated. Then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”

You walked him to the door, still unsure what had just happened and how it managed to feel like an apology without ever actually becoming one.

Crane paused before stepping out. “See you tomorrow.”

And then he was gone.

You watched him walk out into the afternoon sun, perfectly composed. The gallery felt lighter once he was gone, but you wouldn't say better.

Still…He hadn’t been what you expected. Not this time. You locked the door and turned back to the crows trapped on the canvas of the painting. You wondered, distantly, what he saw when he looked at them.

The door shut behind Jonathan quietly. The kind of silence that invited reflection. He just walked down the gallery steps slowly, coat buttoned, posture straight. The warmth of the late afternoon sun hit his shoulders, but he didn’t feel it. Not after what just happened. It was playing over and over again in his mind. The dropped card. The way she’d looked up at him from the floor before the brush of her fingers against his. It shouldn’t have meant anything. It wasn’t part of the plan.

But it had struck something in him that had never threatened his self control before now. By the time he reached the sidewalk and turned left toward Arkham, he still hadn’t gotten his balance back.

Shaking his head to clear it, Jonathan forced himself to concentrate.

She took the food he brought her. Not with trust or ease, but she did accept it. He’d watched her fingers hesitate over the bag, watched the micro-tension in her shoulders. Her reluctance was visible. But she didn’t pull back or question the gesture. She also didn’t send him away which he half-expected.

That mattered. Fear was too obvious and resistance too loud. But reluctant permission, well, that was the truest kind of control.

She’s not ready to trust me. That’s fine. She’s ready to wonder if she should. And that's better.

It was better tham empathy, comfort. She was still deciding and he was shaping the answer.

Progress.

More than that, she’d listened. She’d let him speak, uninterrupted. She’d allowed him to frame the absence -- both Ares’s decline and her role in the system. And in the end, she agreed to return.

Control regained. He exhaled, slow and steady. The encounter hadn't gone exactly as he intended. Reaching into his pocket, he fished the card out.

She’d handed it to him from the frame beside the crow painting. She’d dropped it first, her hands trembling. From his visit? He could still see it in his mind's eyes. She kneeled in front of him to retrieve it, hand reaching across the floor, her eyes lifting to meet his from below. There was nothing calculated or staged about it.

But the image? Kneeling. Looking up. Just… waiting. His breath hadn’t caught and his heart hadn’t accelerated. But something else had, something sharper from deep within. It wasn't desire or power, just the flash of something he struggled to name.

She had no idea what that looked like, how naturally submissive that unintentional pose was, and that made it worse. Then she stood and handed him the card. For the briefest second, their fingers touched. Jonathan didn’t react outwardly, but internally, his mind stilled. Not because of the touch itself. No. It also wasn’t calculated nor was it part of the test.

She didn’t mean to touch me. But it still happened.

For years, touch and physical contact had been transactional. Sometimes a necessary step in gaining access or information. College trysts, colleagues at conferences, overeager interns mistaking distance for mystery. He’d allowed it, participated when useful. But he’d never felt anything.

Jonathan didn't feel desire or warmth. Certainly not pleasure in the way others described it. He didn’t believe physical closeness offered anything particularly valuable, not beyond the momentary biological release people seemed irrationally obsessed with. If there were any benefits, they were hormonal. Temporary and meaningless. Flesh wasn’t interesting. Behavior was. And behavior could be mapped and measured, predicted even.

Until now.

I can't stop seeing her glance up at me from the floor, eyes wide, lips parted. Then she touched me by accident, and I can’t stopped thinking about it.

Most people didn’t touch him, not intentionally. And when they did, it was always followed by hesitation and regret. That brief flash of discomfort in their eyes like they’d just crossed some invisible line.

Once again, she hadn’t flinched or looked repelled. She didn't apologize. Like it was normal. Like I was normal. And that, somehow, was even worse. It stayed.

He slid the card into his coat pocket, already memorizing the number printed in small black ink. And for the rest of the walk back to Arkham, he could still feel where her skin had met his.

When he reached the front doors of Arkham, Jonathan straightened his cuffs, adjusted his coat, and re-centered his expression into something neutral. Inside, the air was predictably cool. The hum of fluorescent lights, the faint antiseptic sting that clung to everything reminded him of where he was. Where his focus needed to be.

Familiar ground.

Making his way to Ares’s office without rushing, Jonathan kept one hand tucked casually in his pocket, fingers brushing the edge of the artist’s card like it was an afterthought.

He knocked once. No answer. Crane opened the door anyway.

Ares was at his desk, awake, but slouched. His shoulders hunched, and his tie was askew. His eyes were bloodshot, and a mostly untouched coffee sat beside a stack of reports he wasn’t reading.

Jonathan stepped inside, wordless, and slowly circled the room. Scanned the files, checked the timestamp on the system logs. Picked up a clipboard to skim its contents before putting it down again.

This is what I know. This is control.

But the tension racing through his entire body didn't go away. His memory from the gallery wouldn't let him.

Kneeling. Glancing up. That pause between her fingertips and mine.

Jonathan was here. In the system, in the structure he’d built around himself. And yet, he felt completely derailed.

Ares mumbled something, barely audible. Jonathan didn’t catch it and didn't care. He stepped back out into the hallway and let the door close behind him.

Control regained?

Maybe not. Not yet.

When Jonathan saw her again, stepping out of the Midtown bookstore on a rainy Thursday, he thought he was hallucinating. It had been ten years since he saw her last. She'd been away at college and came to visit her family. She'd been there for a long weekend, not enough time to try and orchestrate paths crossing.

But there she was. Older and softer around the edges. Hair pinned back in a way he didn’t remember, but her face… her face hadn’t changed at all.

He watched her from across the street. She didn’t see him.

She smiled at the clerk walking out behind her. Laughed at something small and adjusted the strap of her bag like it still didn’t sit quite right.

She came back.

And for days, Jonathan followed her. N ot obsessively at first, but carefully. From a distance, t racking her routine. Mapping it. Finding comfort in how familiar she still was, how she bought the same kind of tea, how she paused at certain corners when she walked. How she still left the house without an umbrella, even when it rained. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until the system settled around her again.

It was a Wednesday when everything shifted. He hadn’t been following her that day. Just passing through Midtown, almost mechanically.

And then there she was, on the sidewalk, walking into a restaurant. Laughing with h er hand in someone else’s. Matching wedding rings. He was a tall man, clean-cut and confident. The kind of man people looked at without remembering.

In her other arm? She held a toddler, a girl of maybe two who looked just like her. Same eyes and hair. Same quiet spark.

Jonathan stood frozen just past the crosswalk, one hand still in his coat pocket. He watched the hostess open the door and watched them step inside. He watched her smile, not at him. She pressed a kiss to the little girl’s forehead as the man guided them to a table.

And something ripped quietly at the edges of his control.

You came back. But you didn’t come back for me.

He didn’t follow her again after that. Didn’t need to. The variable had changed and t he subject was no longer viable.

But the memory? That stayed. Not because she left. Because she never gave him a chance to matter.

Jonathan returned to his office and shut the door behind him, softer than usual. The silence should have helped but it didn’t. He didn’t sit. Instead, he paced. His strides were long and measured across the floor with his hands behind his back, every motion precise. But his mind was elsewhere.

Unacceptable. Jonathan didn't allow himself to slip into fantasy.They were distortions, unstructured internal projections with no measurable outcome. Psychologically speaking, they were the brain’s way of coping with unmet needs. False stimuli designed to soothe. He didn’t need soothing. He needed control.

And yet, his heart was racing. His hands clenched behind his back, nails pressing into his palms. He tried in vain to redirect his thoughts to data, structure, and most importantly, fact.

All he could see her was kneeling in front of him on the gallery floor. That glance up at him... It wouldn’t stop playing. Like someone had hit repeat. Like he was someone's else's behavioral experiment.

Jonathan's mind went to picturing her entering his office without knocking, just a soft turn of the handle, a gentle creak of the door. She’s carrying the crow painting, of course, but it’s not about the delivery. It's merely an excuse. Her gaze moves across the room, her expressive eyes luminous, curious. Underneath is caution and something else...

"I didn’t want the front desk to handle something this delicate," she says, shifting the frame slightly in her arms. "And I thought…"

Watching her carefully turn to carefully place the paining in the floor, leaning it on one of his bookshelves, he waits. Her gaze is on him, quiet and open. She wants something, but doesn't know how to ask for it.

Her eyes are soft, her posture uncertain. She’s not here for Ares. She’s here for him, walking back to his office door and turning the lock with a graceful hand.

"Have you been a good girl, today?" Jonathan asks, knowing it will earn him that smile. Her teeth sink into her enticing lower lip.

"Yes," she whispered because good girls answer with their words. She doesn't touch him, not yet. She doesn't have permission.

But he grants that. "Show me," he says firmly, stepping back so he can lean against the front of his desk, keep himself steady.

Meekly, she moves closer before kneeling in front of him, getting on her knees. When she's better trained, he'll keep a special cushion in his office, just for her visits and occasions like this. In the meantime, good girls don't complain.

Jonathan takes a deep breath, watching her delicate hands work the fine leather belt at the front of his slacks. She makes quick work of it, opening his slacks and pushing them down just enough to free his cock and when she sees it, she glances up at him -- that glance -- confirming she has his permission. At his nod, she gets her hands on him, her mouth on him. Jonathan knew he should have told her not to make a mess of him but as her heated lips close around the head of his cock, he sucks in a breath and his eyes slide closed for just a moment. Her hands are warm and soft as they work him, her little mouth heaven as she slowly takes him deeper.

He loved the way that once she got him right there to the edge, she's stop and do something different to frustrate him, to drag it out. Today he wouldn't punish her for that. Not when that big-eyed gaze was on him, seeking his approval. Not when she was literally drooling around him and drops of it fell to form wet circles on her knees, darkening the fabric of her slim gray skirt.

Jonathan let her know when he was ready to come, taking control of her head with his hands. He fucked her face, slowly at first. But as that wave on sensation started crashing around him, his movements were rough and fast. He reached his end when he noticed those pretty tears sliding from her eyes, a slight smudge of mascara at her left eye from her efforts, from choking on his cock...

Taking deep breaths, Jonathan leaned back in his office chair, thick white ropes of his come all over his hand, his briefs. Somehow his slacks has been spared. Tucking himself back into his slacks, he did a messy job of it, he wiped his hands with tissues from the box on his desk. Straigtening his coat, he hurried out of his office to the men's room and cleaned up there.

Jonathan was angry at allowing it. Masturbation wasn't a problem, but a healthy way to keep biological processes from interering with his work. He did it often in the privacy of his own home. He'd never allowed himself to do it at work, however. He was grateful that at some point in his reverie he'd locked his office door.

Returning to his office, he again locked his office door. At least until he could compose himself. The fantasy folded in on itself like a trap. It was ridiculous. Out of character. Uncontrolled. But he didn’t dismiss it. Not entirely.

Slowly, he reached into his pocket and removed the artist’s card again. Studied it. Ran his thumb along the edge where her fingers had pressed it.

Then placed it carefully on his desk

Jonathan hadn’t decided to buy the crow painting for her approval or to impress, nor to connect. He liked it. It wasn’t beautiful, nor was it balanced. What he liked was its restless, unsettling vibe. A canvas of motion without origin. Aggression without consequence. Wings blurred, angles clashing, with no sky to escape into. It wasn't a piece that wanted to be understood and didn't care to be explained. It was the kind of chaos that didn’t apologize for existing.

Jonathan respected that, recognized it. And he wanted it on his wall here in the office until he moved into Ares' office as the new Administrator Then it would hang there. Prominent. Permanent.

A reminder of the chaos that birthed control. Of what came before the fall. The shape of those crows, the jagged wings, the stretched silhouettes, the way the eyes bled into the dark, It gave him an idea for the mask he was developing. Something primal and stark. Something that blurred identity and turned fear into a specific face.

He planned to go to the studio to pick it up himself. A calculated excuse to see her and initiate the next step on his terms. But the artist, chatty, perceptive in the way creatives often were, had offered a different arrangement. The artist could arrange for her to deliver it to him.

“She’s at Arkham most days anyway to see Ares. I’ll have her bring it to you.”

At first, he’d considered declining. But then? He saw the value in letting it play out. He’d still get the interaction and proximity. But now, it would unfold here, in front of Ares. She’d arrive with the painting. For me. And Ares would watch it happen. And best of all? He didn’t have to lift a finger.

Flipping open a slim black notebook, not the formal logbook for patient records, Jonathan made notes. He turned to her page, reviewing the day’s observations. Small notations on marginal behavior changes. Tone, posture, word choice. Then he paused, writing a single line beneath the last note.

Unintended tactile response → retention trigger. He underlined it once and closed the notebook. There. Labeled and catalogued. Not about her. Not about me. Just data.

Done with his inexcusable mania, his gaze fell on the card again. It was worn slightly at the corners now, a faint smudge on the edge from where his fingers had lingered too long, too often. He stared at it for a moment longer than he meant to. Chaos, without apology.

Jonathan opened the drawer that no one else touched. From inside, he pulled the mailing envelope. Her necklace was already inside. Without a word, he slipped the artist’s card in beside it. There was no need for a note or label. Just the weight of the meaning he wasn't prepared to name. Then he closed the envelope, like he was sealing something sacred, and returned it to the drawer.

Reeaching for a blank notepad, he began to sketch.

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Jason, wriggling through a too-tight vent, cursed everything that led him here.

He was supposed to be spending time with Dick and his Titans, but the majority of them had gotten called away for an off-planet emergency—Jason, on Batman’s orders, wasn’t allowed to leave the planet yet—and any hopes of having a fun weekend with his sort-of older brother and his friends was spoiled by the fact that they were the only two left in an empty tower.

Give the golden boy his credit, he’d tried to engage Jason, teaching him some moves on the trapeze set-up that the Titans had, but it was also really fucking obvious that Dick had wanted to go with his friends, and definitely wished he could’ve just shoved Jason back through the zeta to the Batcave.

Jason could tell when he wasn’t wanted.

So both of them had jumped at the news of a trafficking stop in upstate New York, only to realize when they got there that it wasn’t so much a stop as a full-fledged base in the mountains, complete with signal jammers to block outside communications. Which, of course, Jason realized only after they’d split up.

“Stupid Dickhead,” Jason muttered under his breath, “Stupid Bruce, stupid Titans, stupid goddamn paranoid traffickers.” Every vent grate he’d squinted through was empty—it wasn’t a very big operation. Their main goals were to free any prisoners and to collect data off the mainframe.

Jason didn’t know where Dick was, if he’d found an alternate route in after they determined he couldn’t fit in the vents, and if he’d found the mainframe or the prisoners. The mainframe was Jason’s best bet—hopefully disabling whatever signal jamming tech they had and restoring communications. He couldn’t entirely suppress the prickling tension at being alone.

He supposed he should just be happy that Nightwing had actually taken him along with him. Some days, it felt like Dick was trying his best to pretend like Jason didn’t exist. Jason had only pieces of why Dick had left, gleaned from shouting matches between Bruce and Dick, but he knew that Dick felt like he’d been replaced. It wasn’t far off from what Jason felt—like everyone who looked at him, who looked at Robin, was expecting someone else.

Wriggling through a vent he only fit into by virtue of being small and scrawny certainly didn’t help matters.

When he peered through the next grate, he found a computer bank. Thank fuck. Getting out of the vent involved a whole lot of squeezing and creaking metal noises, but the room below was empty and Jason dropped down with a relieved sigh.

“Note to self,” he muttered, “Find a different way out.”

The computers were all in sleep mode and a wave of the mouse woke it back up. Overconfident, Jason dismissed easily, and scanned through the different windows.

Security cameras, data logs, spreadsheets, financial transfers…looked like he hit paydirt. Jason grinned as he retrieved a flash drive from his pouch and set about transferring the contents. While it was downloading, he flicked through the security cameras to find Nightwing and the prisoners.

There were a lot of empty hallways. He found the feeds of the guards outside, then a couple in what looked like a break room, but most of the place seemed to be empty. There was a large warehouse-type room with threadbare bedding in a corner—Jason swallowed. The room was empty. Looked like they were too late.

The garage was empty too, only a few small vehicles. Whenever they did their transfers, it appeared as though he and Nightwing had just missed it. Jason set his jaw and check on the file download. Wherever they went, he’d find out, and they’d thoroughly destroy this operation.

Nightwing had managed to make it inside—Jason spotted him skulking around in the north hallways—and he tried to figure out how to send a message to him. The signal jammer wasn’t in this room, and Jason didn’t know what channel the traffickers were using. Maybe if he flicked the lights on and off—

Movement. In one of the formerly empty corridors, and Jason had no idea where this guy had fucking come from, but he was armored head-to-toe, he had a goddamn mask on, and he was in the same wing that Jason was.

Jason hurriedly checked on the file transfer and yanked the drive out as soon as it was done. Taking one last look to remember where Nightwing was heading, Jason closed out of the open applications and headed for the hallway. He needed to find Nightwing and get out before the alarm was raised.

Unfortunately, he ran into trouble on the way there. Literally ran into, a huge block of mass stepping abruptly out of the shadow of a corridor and Jason twisted to quickly redirect his momentum, pressing against hard armor and swiftly putting distance between them.

Armored and masked. Color scheme like he’d mugged a Halloween store. A whole bunch of weapons, guns and knives, including what looked like a sword sticking over his shoulder. As tall as Batman, as big, except Jason didn’t think his suit was padded in the same way.

“Robin,” the man said, voice low and deep and unmodulated. His mask was half black and half orange, split evenly down the middle, and it made him look inhuman. “But not the original.”

Crap.

“Long way from Gotham, aren’t you?” Jason said, sidling further away from the guy and discreetly palming a few birdarangs.

“What makes you think I’m from Gotham?” Discount Two-Face asked.

“Freaks dressed in masks tend to be from Gotham,” Jason shrugged. And there aren’t a lot of people that know that there were two Robins, he added mentally. “And you recognized me.” Jason inched further down the corridor. His smoke grenade was in his pocket.

“I don’t need to be from Gotham to recognize a target when I see one.”

Okay, that was Jason’s cue. He yanked the smoke grenade out and threw it, running before it even hit the ground. He needed to get to Nightwing and get out of here, he wasn’t in the mood to engage someone that looked like a walking armory.

The smoke grenade didn’t hit the ground. Well, it did, but in front of Jason, a clink as it bounced and Jason barely managed to get his cape up to cover his face before it exploded in a thick wave of acrid smoke.

He stumbled free, coughing, and barely managed to catch sight of the approaching figure in time to dodge the kick. The man was relentless and fast, pushing him back towards the smoke, but Jason was smaller and he ducked and spun away, twisted to the side to avoid being pinned. The kick he couldn’t avoid sent him crashing to the floor, feeling like he’d been sideswiped by a truck.

Jason coughed and weakly struggled to his feet. “Who are you?” he wheezed, dizzy with more than breathlessness. Alarm bells were beginning to sound in his head and when the man got closer, Jason realized that the eye hole on the black side of the mask didn’t blend really well with the color. It wasn’t there.

That—that narrowed down the list. World’s deadliest mercenary, Jason distantly remembered the file saying, but a rare visitor to Gotham. The closest Deathstroke the Terminator had gotten to facing off against the hero community…had been a note about an appearance against the Titans, almost a year ago.

“Didn’t the original Robin tell you?” Deathstroke made a low, harsh chuckle, “Or did he send you out in his colors without a clue of how many people were gunning for your head?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jason retorted, the familiar anger burning at yet another person who was talking about Dick. “I’m Robin.”

“Are you,” Deathstroke said, slow and considering. “Do you know what your legacy is, boy?”

“Don’t call me that—”

“Robin,” Deathstroke said, unsheathing his sword and fuck was it bigger than Jason had expected. He skittered back another step. The corridor abruptly felt too small. “Killed my son.” Deathstroke’s voice twisted to a snarl. “And I’ve been waiting all these months.” Deathstroke strode forward, unrelenting. “To get my revenge.”

“Robin doesn’t kill,” Jason said, breathless, because Dick—Dick would’ve told them, it wasn’t true, Robin didn’t kill. The first slice of the sword was almost lazy and Jason dodged it easily, but it reversed direction faster than he expected and Jason was forced to fling himself to the floor to avoid it.

“Is that what he told you?” Deathstroke growled. The kick sent Jason skidding away, a roar of flame in his chest. “That it wasn’t his fault?”

“Look, mister—” Jason rolled away from another kick before it could take off his head—“I don’t know where you’re getting your information from—” springing back to his feet made his ribs ache in the please-ice-me kind of way, but Jason felt better on two feet—“But the Bats don’t kill.”

Jason flexed his wrist, birdarangs comfortable between his fingers. Deathstroke was massive and fast, he had enhanced strength and speed and healing, and this was clearly a fight Jason couldn’t win. What he could do was disable the man long enough for him to catch up to Nightwing so both of them could book it, and then he could give Dick a talk about why you should always let your successors know about any near-invulnerable mercenaries you’ve pissed off recently.

“I’m sorry about your son,” Jason said, “But it’s not Robin’s fault.”

Deathstroke sheathed the sword. The movement wasn’t conciliatory. “I held him in my arms,” the mercenary said, voice low, “And watched him gasp out his last breaths.” Gloves creaked as they curled into fists. “And the Titans stood by and did nothing.”

Jason threw the birdarangs, moving on instinct, faster than his consciousness recognized that Deathstroke had lunged, but even instinct wasn’t as fast as an enhanced mercenary and Jason choked when the kick slammed into his stomach and momentarily robbed the world of air.

“I promised my son that I’d make them all pay,” Deathstroke snarled, “Especially Robin.”

Jason did his best to stagger out of the way of the next punch but it still caught his cheek, a glancing blow that sent his whole head ringing. He was uncomfortably aware that he was in a fight he couldn’t win.

“And here you are. All alone. No Batman in sight.”

Jason weaved out of the way of Deathstroke’s next hit and grabbed the man’s gauntlet. He was intending to use it to spring off and drive a kick in but Deathstroke just grabbed his arm and yanked him off like Jason was nothing more than an annoying pest.

As an afterthought, he twisted.

Jason stifled the scream as he cradled the broken wrist, stumbling back, blinking furiously against the budding tears as he kept Deathstroke in his line of sight.

“I thought about killing him,” Deathstroke strode forward casually, “But that would be too quick. Too easy. He needs to suffer.”

Jason swallowed. “Have you thought about anger management—”

He’d fought Batman numerous times. Bruce was a good teacher, frequently pausing to explain to Jason why a move hadn’t worked, or showing him a new technique, or congratulating him on a successful move. He went easy on him, he had to, because tire iron or not, there was no way a scrawny, underfed twelve-year-old posed any kind of serious threat to Batman.

Jason had asked him once to spar for real. Just a taste. He’d begged until Bruce had given in, and he barely remembered it, just a desperate, unending onslaught until he was on the ground, staring up at the Cave ceiling, dazedly thanking anyone listening that he wasn’t an actual criminal.

That was what this felt like. A relentless assault that he wasn’t staying ahead of, losing ground with every block, a wave of battering punches until Jason’s block was too slow and Deathstroke’s punch hit his broken wrist and the world went white.

When the overwhelming agony receded, Jason was on his tiptoes, held up by the collar of his uniform. Deathstroke waited until Jason managed to look in the general direction of the eye-hole before slamming him against the wall.

The world was starting to look distinctly fuzzy. His limbs felt like they were moving through molasses. Deathstroke let go, and Jason gracelessly slid down the wall, muscles not moving fast enough to catch him.

There was something around his throat. Deathstroke’s hand. No. It was cold like metal and it made an electronic beep and when Deathstroke moved away, the weight remained.

“Now for the other one,” Jason fuzzily registered Deathstroke saying before the world become too much.

#my snippets #deleted scene from the best revenge

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[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ Hello? Hi, it's- it's Helios. You gave me a real useful response to a post a few days back, when T-E was experiencing a shutdown. I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you, I had reports to file. I'm responsible for their wellbeing on base y'know?

◂▸ Anyway. I wanted to thank you properly for the advice, I- once I think T-E's a bit more stable, I'll try that framing you suggested. Getting around the programming might be easier if I can dodge the panic response they were wired with, and all I really need to do outright is convince them some time away from Harrison would be for the best... deprogramming takes time. Lots of time. But they need to survive long enough to get there.

◂▸... I hate to be difficult, but would it be possible to get those DOJ therapy files as an encrypted download? I'm um. I'm not supposed to be involved in T-E's legal case and that means I am technically not supposed to have any Union contact at all. Accessing Union files over the base omninet connection would probably get me questioned considering I'm uh... I'm really not supposed to have contacts outside the lab. Security risks and all that. and I'm already on thin ice if with them looking for the whistleblower round here... But!! Because of how ECHO works I can manage to hide piecemeal downloads, so I should be able to access them if I can get them offline!! If it's uh- if it's possible. of course.

◂▸ You uh, mentioned you've encountered people who've been subject to programming as part of your job right? Have you- do you know whether they typically take to life outside of what they've been programmed into, very well? I won't lie I'm... I'm worried for them. They get so tense when they're kept off-duty for very long.

◂▸ um. if you wouldn't mind too, can my messages stay off the record regarding your colleagues? T-E's got an active case open with the DOJ/HR but a lot of the talks are happening on base, under our surveilance. I can't be on the record while I'm still under the Armory. I hope that makes sense.

[ Helios-8 // @xiii-e ]

Hello!

I am glad to hear back from you friend, i apologize for not thinking ahead and pre-encrypting the files, i should have guessed that Harrison would be watching you close enough to moniter 'unusual' file transfer's, i will be re-sending you a file archive with properly encrypted and obscured file's for your use as needed.

As for previously programmed Cloned People's, unfortunately i cannot give any definitive answer, I know some who take to civillian life better than they ever took to the military, but i also know many who require a military structure, or similar organization, to simply remain functioning...Unfortunately, just like with Non-cloned people's it is unfortunately dependent on the person themselves.

Personally i believe that Thirteen could go either way, I believe that if they can be properly deprogrammed and convinced that there's nothing wrong about being human, that they are not a failure because of it, that they could easily fill a role as disaster relief, civillian medical care, or whatever they put their mind to, perhaps they dont want to continue being a medic, that would be their choice. And i do desperately hope that they realize they have that choice...

Not to worry, i'm keeping these message logs and any dealing with this situation in a private Air-gapped data drive, and having my NHP's scrub any remnants of it from the Omninets channels.

I do genuinely hope that no matter what happens, Thirteen can find a life they, and they alone, are happy with.

Signed: [REDACTED]

#lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #lancerrpg #ask #lancer oc #oc rp blog

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Apr 16, 2025

Amna Nawaz:

Since President Trump reentered the Oval Office, billionaire Elon Musk and his DOGE team have been sweeping through federal agencies, accessing sensitive data as part of the effort to scale back the size of government.

We're getting new information about the scope of that access at one independent federal agency. That's the National Labor Relations Board, which protects workers' rights to organize and investigates unfair labor practices. A whistle-blower complaint filed by an I.T. staffer at the NLRB claims that DOGE gained access to closely guarded data, including case files, and that could have led directly to a — quote — "significant cybersecurity breach."

That whistle-blower, Daniel Berulis, joins me now, along with his lawyer, Andrew Bakaj.

Welcome to you both. Thanks for being here....

Amna Nawaz:

And in the affidavit, you say that you detected the removal of 10 gigabytes worth of data. Do you have any idea what kind of data we're talking about, why this would cause concern?

Daniel Berulis:

Sure.

So what that data spike correlated with was data that was transferred off of an internal record-keeping device that was only used for internal case data. So this system only has the private information about union organizers. The privileged business proprietary, technologies, competitors, those kind of things are in that system only. There's no other data. There's nothing else except that.

So that correlated data spike lined up in the exact time window and the same amount. And so that's what we can determine was taken, was data out of that system particularly.

Amna Nawaz:

So, Andrew, the White House responded to our request with a statement about this.

And they said — quote — "It's months-old news that President Trump signed an executive order to hire DOGE employees at agencies and coordinate data sharing. Their highly qualified team has been extremely public and transparent in its efforts to eliminate waste, fraud and abuse across the executive branch, including the NLRB."

So, Andrew, they're arguing this is all part of their work that they're doing to cut waste, fraud and abuse.

Andrew Bakaj, Attorney for Daniel Berulis:

If the administration is taking the position that having data exfiltrated out of the United States government and potentially into other nation-states, if that's about efficiency and effectiveness for the nation, it doesn't make any sense.

Within 15 minutes of DOGE engineers creating accounts, years, names and passwords within internal systems within DOGE, within 15 minutes of the creation of those accounts, somebody or something from Russia tried to log in with all of our credentials, meaning they had the right usernames and right passwords.

And the question is, how do they get that and why? The second question that I have is that why is it that from what Dan has seen, as well as others, because we have spoken to other individuals who are able to corroborate this, which is that some of the data is also using Starlink as a backdoor.

And that's another way to get data out of internal databases within agencies. And Starlink has now direct access where information is likely, we believe is funneled directly into Russia.

#doge #trump administration #whistleblower #nlrb

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"Taiwan will open a national cybersecurity center in August to counter threats from quantum computing, AI, and state-sponsored cyberattacks"

"Let's say that, in 10 or 20 ...5-15 years, “Future You” logs into your account, only to see that it's been zeroed out.

Your life savings have been transferred elsewhere.

How could this be? What happened to your password, your 2FA, and the security measures that used to help lock down your account?

A hacker used something called a quantum computer to speed past all those safeguards, right to your money.

Tomorrow's quantum computers are expected to be millions of times faster than the device you're using right now. Whenever these powerful computers take hold, it will be like going from a Ford Model T to the Starship Enterprise.

This spike in speed may undo the security measures that protect every piece of data sent over the web today. And it's not just your bank account that could be at risk. This threat could affect everything from military communications to health records. And it would play out on a vastly larger scale than the headline-grabbing data breaches that have affected countless consumers in recent years.

But here's the good news: This apocalyptic, break-the-internet scenario is preventable—if we act now."

Flash forward 5 years- we didn't "act now" and now it's too late. All internet connected banks will be drained by quantum computing. It won't just be them spying on us. They will drain all bank accounts of digital dollars, and we watch Taiwan like we watch the smartest student in class. This quote / link is from 2020-

https://www.rand.org/pubs/articles/2020/quantum-computers-will-break-the-internet-but-only-if-we-let-them.html

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In the medbay—Starscream was ranting and raving about a feral Soundwave… only for the resident medic to reveal the spymaster was stationed on the Nemesis the entire time. The Seeker hissed at the disbelief, citing the fact the “faceless” mech can remote groundbridge.

A buzzing noise interrupted them both followed by a clunk outside the medbay door. Knockout cautiously investigated only to find a rather odd sight dropped at his “doorstep”. Starscream’s missing arm, well, sans his missile on the floor.

(Backbite knew it was risky to do this, but she felt a little bad for Starscream taking so much physical abuse by the warlord’s servos…)

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If MECH thought their troubles were over upon capturing a living “transformer”, then they had another thing coming. The moment the subject woke up—all manner of glitches plagued their systems and the power was fluctuating greatly. Equipment primed to vivisect the bulky mech would shut off before breaking plating, then sputter even when a hard wire reset got the tools working again. Every issue that could go wrong did in fact went wrong in what should otherwise be state of the art systems!

Silas attempted to appear unruffled when the rest of the transformers managed to find his little present to them. But, something on the alien’s end alerted them to the trap early.

He regained control… for a few seconds?

When gunshots broke the lights in the tunnel leading to the operating room of sorts. One by one, the effect almost drawn out to purposely hype up whoever was doing this… Which fell apart(?) as something big came crashing the tunnel security door. Each camera was shot through, although that didn’t strike the MECH leader as the green bruiser’s handiwork. The sounds of his agents getting hurt sounded far too clearly across the monitors.

Not even the most vicious virus could detect the interloper messing with their systems. What little data they collected had to be hastily transferred to a hard copy to avoid not gaining anything from this opportunity.

*************

Checkpoint laid down some slight cover fire in order to dissuade the helicopters’ shots. He had to keep moving between each snipe to not give away his own position. Suffice to say, the Commandramon had every bit of combative knowledge tested in his first foray in the non-digital world. That it ended up happening due to his cybertronian counterpart effectively getting jumped just felt semi-ironic. But, hey.

Every soldier had bad combat encounters.

…He did have back up in Vanguard, so he couldn’t discount having an escape strategy. Backbite’s own counterpart led a small squadron of winged Vehicons to the remnants of the MECH’s final effort before retreating. Not liking the way Starscream was insinuating Breakdown hesitating to attack his rescuer as him defecting—the Commandramon had Vanguard fire off a shot. In lightning bolt form.

Better to “finesse” the perception before the bulky blue bruiser’s opinion of Bulkhead turned back to antagonistic. Starscream was an insidious influence even on a bad day.

Checkpoint didn’t have much of an opinion over the Autobot versus Decepticon conflict. Except that it was a frankly stupid final effort from a species at this rate was going nearly extinct.

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In a similar fashion to the last time, there was a softer thunk of a part being delivered outside the Medbay doors. A lone optic stared at Knockout who shot a look at his conjunx.

Well.

Whoever the mystery help was, they were marginally fine in his data log so long as they kept Breakdown out of harms way next time.

Operation Breakdown is one of the more darker episodes no matter which way you look at. Least BD had hidden backup to minimize the damage to him. Also Breakpoint's opinion on the 'war' at this point is valid.

#sonicasura #sonicasura answers #asks #hisuianhistorymaker #digimon #digimon series #digimon digital monsters #digimon story #digimon cyber sleuth #digimon story cyber sleuth #digimon story hacker's memory #maccadam #transformers #transformers series #transformers prime #tf #tf series #tfp

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bonelessbabe21 · 3 months ago

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ah dammit tried to log into my error sans account but google keeps sending security shit to my old phone (the exploded one) and the data never transferred. oopsies

#nvm about that plot line #thats ok theres plany of things in ohio #like me for example

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return-to-twisted-wonderland · 4 months ago

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🔆anon

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(STYX Control Room)

Idia: That’s half the day done and every one of those test completed. Finally.

Skion: Aww! Don’t say finally. I thought it was really fun.

Ortho: You just had fun being in control and messing with Kingscholar.

Skion: It was still fun. Does it matter why?

Idia: Am I to remind you how salty you got when-

(Loud alarms blaring)

ll STYX Technician: *over call* Acting Director!

Idia: *turns on mic and presses the button* Yes, Idia Shroud speaking. What’s happening?

ll STYX Technician: We’re under attack by unknown assailants!

Idia: *pressing button* Under attack? Are our shields down?

Ortho: *using his connection to check them* They seem to be completely fine.

ll STYX Technician: Charon Hepta Team is ready to go, and we just sent out a recon drone.

Idia: Skia, the drone.

Skion: On it! *typing to connect to drone*

(Drone feed appears on one of the massive screens revealing Rook and Epel on a broomstick)

ll Rook: *looking directly into the camera* Bonjour, my friends, I am Rook Hunt. I am come because one of the people you abducted was my dear companion, so I have come to rescue Vil Schoenheit from mortal peril?

Idia: Rook?! How did he get here?

Skion: That’s Epel too! Is it a Pomefiore thing or are Ace and Deuce here too?!

Ortho: You know him?

Skion: Kinda. He started hanging out with Ace and Deuce recently so osmosised into the friend group.

ll STYX Technician: Hepta team is in position and ready to remover assailants.

Idia: *pressing button* Hold on! Don’t remove them! Just- uh- secure them.

—

(STYX Control Room: After Rook and Epel got captured)

Skion: Why were they here? “Mortal peril”? I mean, I get how it can come across that way, but really?

Ortho: I understand the friendship between classmates, but students coming is not something I predicted. I could understand staff, but not a student.

Idia: Everyone in that school is SS rank trouble makers. Of course someone came after a friend, much less an extrovert like him. The more important question is how he’s even here in the first place. He can sneak off school grounds easily, but finding us should be like searching the whole globe inch by inch. Hold on- *connects to team Hepta and presses button to speak* We’re any of the assailants carrying any trackers or communicators?

ll Hepta Team Charon: Both had a smartphone, but both were turned off.

Idia: So he came in here out of nowhere but turned off trackers?

Skion: That seems like he’s aiming for a bad ending.

Ortho: Rook Hunt mentioned us capturing Vil Schoenheit and saving him from “mortal peril”, but I’m guessing he doesn’t mean the capture as the peril. Vil could be dealing with some physical or psychological stress Rook knows of. He is an actor and Rook is his closest confidant.

Idia: We’d have something like that logged in records. If he had something or a history, we’d know.

Skion: Plus, the test data aligns better with him being perfectly fine. He can’t mask what his body will tell the computer.

Idia: *sighs* We just need to hear them out for a bit. If there is something, we can factor that in, if not, they’re going down the River Lethe anyway. When we send them makes no difference. They’ll all just go back to their lives happy and not remember anything. Ortho, send a singnal to transfer the two to the Hecate sector via monorail.

Ortho: Roger!

— —

I have come to the conclusion that Skion and Ortho weren’t in the VDC. Skion practiced a bit when ADeuce were practicing for tryouts, but Idia bribed both of his brothers to help him in an event raid, so neither Skia or Ortho actually tried out themselves.

As he said, he met Epel because he was hanging out with ADeuce. At this point, they’re friends, but not close friends or anything. They just hung out because they were in the same space at the same time.

Epel: You gave em a scare, Rook-senpai.

Rook: What is a scare but a pleasing jolt to the heart, non?

Epel: Ah wouldn't call it pleasin'.

#twisted wonderland #return home au #🔆anon #idia shroud #ortho shroud #epel felmier #rook hunt #skion shroud

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flashfund3 · 7 months ago

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Direct Wire Transfer vs. Credit Card Drain: Understanding Online Wire Transfers and MT103 Wire Logs

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MT103 logs are also useful in resolving delays or errors that occur during the transfer process. If the recipient claims they haven’t received the funds, the MT103 log can be shared with the receiving bank to help expedite the investigation and resolution.

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Wide Acceptance: Most online merchants accept PayPal. It is a trusted payment method worldwide.

Security Features That Set Paypal Apart

Security is a major concern in digital transactions. PayPal offers top-notch security features:

Encryption Technology: PayPal uses advanced encryption to protect user data. This ensures that sensitive information remains safe.

Fraud Prevention: PayPal's system detects and prevents fraudulent activities. Users are alerted to any suspicious transactions.

B-u-yer Protection: PayPal offers B-u-yer protection on eligible transactions. This ensures that B-u-yers receive their items as described.

Two-Factor Authentication: PayPal users can enable two-factor authentication. This adds an extra layer of security to their accounts.

Table: Benefits Of Using Paypal

Benefit

Description

Global Reach

Available in over 200 countries and supports multiple currencies.

User-Friendly

Easy to navigate, even for beginners.

Instant Transactions

Payments are processed almost instantly.

Wide Acceptance

Trusted by most online merchants worldwide.

Understanding Verified Paypal Accounts

In today's digital age, online transactions are crucial. PayPal is a trusted platform for sending and receiving money. A verified PayPal account adds an extra layer of security and credibility. This section will delve into the details of verified PayPal accounts.

The Verification Process

Verifying a PayPal account involves a few simple steps. First, link your bank account or credit card to your PayPal account. This step helps confirm your identity. Next, PayPal will make two small deposits into your bank account. These deposits usually appear within 2-3 business days.

Once you receive the deposits, log into your PayPal account. Enter the deposit amounts to complete the verification process. Your account is now verified. This process ensures that you are the rightful owner of the linked financial information.

Benefits Over Unverified Accounts

Feature

Verified Account

Unverified Account

Transaction Limits

Higher limits

Lower limits

Security

Enhanced security

Basic security

Credibility

More trust

Less trust

A verified PayPal account offers higher transaction limits. Unverified accounts have restrictions on the amount of money you can send and receive. This can be inconvenient for frequent users.

Security is another key benefit. Verified accounts are less likely to be flagged for suspicious activity. This reduces the chances of your account being frozen. Enhanced security features protect your financial data.

Credibility is crucial for online transactions. B-u-yers and sellers trust verified accounts more. This trust can lead to smoother and quicker transactions. Verified accounts are also less likely to face issues with receiving payments.

In summary, a verified PayPal account offers numerous advantages. Higher limits, enhanced security, and increased credibility make it the preferred choice for serious users.

How To B-u-y A Verified Paypal Account Safely

B-u-ying a verified PayPal account can be a great way to streamline your online transactions. But, it's crucial to proceed with caution. This guide will help you understand how to B-u-y a verified PayPal account safely.

Choosing A Reliable Source

Selecting the right source is the first step. Ensure the source has a good reputation. Check customer reviews and ratings. A reliable source will have many positive reviews.

Look for contact information on the seller's website. This includes email, phone number, and physical address. Avoid sources that only provide a contact form. Real businesses will have multiple ways to contact them.

What To Look For In A Seller

A trustworthy seller will offer clear details about the account. Check the account’s history. Make sure it has no previous disputes or chargebacks. The seller should also provide proof of verification.

Ask about the account’s creation date. Older accounts tend to be more reliable. Inquire if the account is linked to a real bank or credit card. This ensures it is fully verified.

Look for sellers who offer a money-back guarantee. This shows confidence in their product. Also, verify their customer support. They should be available to assist you post-purchase.

Criteria

Details

Reputation

Check reviews and ratings

Contact Information

Email, phone number, physical address

Account History

No disputes or chargebacks

Proof of Verification

Verified by real bank or credit card

Account Creation Date

Older accounts are more reliable

Money-Back Guarantee

Shows seller’s confidence

Customer Support

Available post-purchase assistance

By following these steps, you can safely B-u-y a verified PayPal account. This ensures a smooth and secure transaction process.

Avoiding Scams: Red Flags To Watch Out For

B-u-ying verified PayPal accounts can be tricky. Scammers are everywhere, and you need to be careful. Knowing the red flags can save you from losing your money. This guide helps you identify scams and find trustworthy sellers.

Common Tactics Used By Scammers

Scammers use various tactics to trick you. Understanding these tricks can help you avoid falling for them.

Tactic

Description

Unrealistic Prices

Scammers offer too-good-to-be-true prices. They lure you with cheap deals.

Urgent Sales

They push you to B-u-y quickly. They claim limited-time offers.

Lack of Information

They provide minimal details about the account. They avoid questions.

No Reviews

Legitimate sellers have reviews. Scammers lack genuine feedback.

How To Verify A Seller's Credibility

Ensuring a seller's credibility is crucial. Follow these steps to verify them.

Check Reviews: Look for reviews on different platforms. Genuine sellers have positive feedback.

Ask for Proof: Request screenshots or video proof of the account.

Contact Details: Verify the seller's contact information. Legitimate sellers provide multiple contact options.

Payment Methods: Use secure payment methods. Avoid direct bank transfers.

By following these steps, you can ensure you are dealing with a credible seller. Protect yourself and your money.

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Setting Up Your Verified Paypal Account

Setting up a verified PayPal account is simple. Follow these steps to get started. A verified PayPal account offers extra security and trust for transactions.

Initial Steps To Take

First, visit the PayPal website. Click on the "Sign Up" button. Choose the type of account you need.

Personal Account: For shopping and sending money to friends.

Business Account: For selling products or services.

Fill in your details. Use a valid email address and a strong password. Click "Next" to continue.

Linking Your Bank And Cards

To verify your account, link your bank and cards. This step is crucial for security and seamless transactions.

Go to your PayPal dashboard.

Click on "Wallet" at the top of the page.

Select "Link a bank" or "Link a card".

Enter your bank or card details.

PayPal will make small deposits to your bank. Check your bank statement. Enter the deposit amounts on PayPal. Your bank account is now linked and verified.

Step

Action

Go to PayPal dashboard

Click on "Wallet"

Select "Link a bank" or "Link a card"

Enter your bank or card details

Linking your cards follows a similar process. Enter your card details. PayPal will verify your card. Once done, your PayPal account is fully verified.

Enhancing Your Account's Security

Securing your verified PayPal account is crucial. It ensures your financial data remains safe. Learn how to enhance your account's security with simple steps.

Two-factor Authentication

Enable Two-Factor Authentication (2FA) for your PayPal account. This adds an extra layer of security. Even if someone knows your password, they can't access your account without a second verification step.

Follow these steps to set up 2FA:

Navigate to Settings.

Click on Security tab.

Select Two-Factor Authentication.

Follow the on-screen instructions to complete the setup.

With 2FA, you receive a code on your phone. Enter this code to log in. This makes unauthorized access difficult.

Monitoring Account Activity

Regularly monitor your account activity. This helps you spot any unauthorized transactions. Check your account statements frequently.

Here’s how to monitor your account activity:

Go to the Activity section.

Review recent transactions.

Report any suspicious activity immediately.

PayPal provides alerts for unusual activity. Enable these alerts in your settings. This keeps you informed of any potential threats.

Consider setting up email notifications. This ensures you are always aware of account activity.

A table can help keep track of your monitoring schedule:

Task

Frequency

Review Transactions

Daily

Check Alerts

Immediately

Update Security Settings

Monthly

Keeping a schedule helps you stay proactive. It ensures your account remains secure at all times.

The Legalities Of B-u-ying And Using A Verified Paypal Account

B-u-ying and using a verified PayPal account can seem easy and practical. But before you proceed, it's crucial to understand the legal aspects. This guide will help you navigate the complexities involved.

Understanding Paypal's Terms Of Service

PayPal’s Terms of Service clearly outline what is allowed and what isn't. According to these terms, B-u-ying a verified account is a violation. The account should be created and used by the original owner only.

Using an account that you did not create can lead to severe penalties. These penalties include account suspension and permanent bans. PayPal can also freeze any funds in the account.

Violation

Consequence

B-u-ying an account

Account suspension

Using an account not in your name

Permanent ban

Attempting to verify false information

Funds freeze

Legal Implications To Consider

B-u-ying and using a verified PayPal account can have serious legal implications. Unauthorized use of another person’s information is illegal. It may be considered identity theft or fraud.

Using false information to verify an account can lead to legal action.

Authorities may investigate fraudulent activities.

Legal penalties can include fines and imprisonment.

Understanding and adhering to PayPal's rules is essential. Violating these rules can lead to severe consequences. It's always best to create and verify your own account.

Managing Multiple Paypal Accounts

Managing multiple PayPal accounts can be a game-changer for businesses and individuals. It helps organize transactions, manage finances, and streamline operations. Understanding the pros and cons, and following best practices for security and compliance, ensures smooth operation. This section will explore these aspects in detail.

Pros And Cons

Pros:

Better organization: Multiple accounts help keep personal and business finances separate.

Enhanced security: Reduces the risk of fraud by limiting access to specific accounts.

Improved tracking: Easier tracking of transactions and payments.

Cons:

Complexity: Managing multiple accounts can be time-consuming and confusing.

Cost: Some accounts may have fees associated with them.

Compliance: Ensuring compliance with PayPal's policies can be challenging.

Best Practices For Security And Compliance

To manage multiple PayPal accounts securely, follow these best practices:

Use strong passwords: Create unique, complex passwords for each account.

Enable two-factor authentication: Add an extra layer of security by enabling 2FA.

Regularly monitor accounts: Check your accounts frequently for any suspicious activity.

Keep personal and business accounts separate: This helps in better tracking and security.

Stay compliant with PayPal policies: Regularly review PayPal's terms and conditions to ensure you are in compliance.

Managing multiple PayPal accounts can offer significant advantages. It requires careful planning and adherence to best practices for security and compliance. By following the guidelines outlined above, you can maximize the benefits and minimize the risks associated with multiple PayPal accounts.

The Role Of Verified Paypal Accounts In Business

In today's digital age, having a verified PayPal account is essential for businesses. It helps in building trust and ensuring smooth transactions. Verified accounts offer numerous benefits that can enhance your business operations. Let's explore their role in more detail.

Gaining Customer Trust

A verified PayPal account assures customers of your credibility. Customers feel safe when they see that your account is verified. This boosts their confidence in your business.

Trust is crucial for online transactions. Customers are more likely to B-u-y from you if they trust your payment methods. A verified account signals that your business is legitimate and secure.

Below is a table highlighting the importance of trust:

Aspect

Impact

Trust

Increases customer loyalty

Security

Reduces fraud risk

Credibility

Enhances brand reputation

Streamlining Transactions

Verified PayPal accounts simplify transactions. This makes it easier for customers to make payments. They also speed up the payment process.

Here are some benefits of streamlined transactions:

Faster payment processing

Reduced transaction errors

Improved customer satisfaction

Efficiency is key in business. Quick and error-free transactions save time and enhance customer experience. This can lead to repeat business and positive reviews.

Verified accounts also offer higher transaction limits. This is beneficial for businesses handling large payments. It ensures smooth and uninterrupted operations.

International Transactions With Verified Paypal Accounts

Engaging in international transactions can be tricky. Verified PayPal accounts simplify this process. They provide a secure, reliable method for sending and receiving money globally. Discover the benefits of using verified PayPal accounts for international transactions.

Currency Conversion Features

One of the standout features of verified PayPal accounts is their currency conversion capabilities. These accounts automatically convert currencies. This allows you to send and receive money in different currencies without hassle.

The currency conversion feature uses current exchange rates. This ensures you get the best value for your money. You can view the conversion rates in real-time. This transparency helps you make informed decisions.

Feature

Benefit

Automatic Conversion

No manual exchange needed

Real-Time Rates

Best value for money

Transparency

Informed decision-making

Cross-border Fees

Cross-border fees are an important factor in international transactions. Verified PayPal accounts offer competitive fee structures. This helps you save money when sending or receiving funds across borders.

The fee structure is clear and straightforward. You know exactly what you are paying. This transparency eliminates unexpected costs. It also makes budgeting easier.

Here are some key points about cross-border fees with verified PayPal accounts:

Lower fees compared to traditional banks

Transparent fee structure

No hidden costs

Using a verified PayPal account for international transactions offers many benefits. It simplifies currency conversion and manages cross-border fees efficiently. This makes your global financial dealings smoother and more predictable.

Dispute Resolution And Protection Policies

When you B-u-y verified PayPal accounts, understanding PayPal's dispute resolution and protection policies is essential. These policies ensure both B-u-yers and sellers feel secure during transactions.

How Paypal Protects B-u-yers And Sellers

PayPal offers various protections for B-u-yers and sellers. These protections help prevent fraud and resolve disputes efficiently.

B-u-yers benefit from PayPal's Purchase Protection program. It covers eligible transactions in case of issues like non-receipt of items or items not as described.

For sellers, PayPal's Seller Protection program provides coverage for eligible transactions. It guards against chargebacks, reversals, and claims.

Below is a table summarizing the key protections offered by PayPal:

Protection Type

Beneficiary

Coverage

Purchase Protection

B-u-yers

Non-receipt, not as described

Seller Protection

Sellers

Chargebacks, reversals, claims

Navigating Disputes Successfully

Disputes can arise during transactions. Knowing how to navigate them is crucial for maintaining trust and security.

Follow these steps to resolve disputes:

Open a dispute through the PayPal Resolution Center.

Communicate with the other party to reach an agreement.

If needed, escalate the dispute to a claim for PayPal to review.

Provide any requested documentation to support your case.

Wait for PayPal's decision on the dispute.

Effective communication is key during this process. Both parties should stay professional and provide clear information.

PayPal's dispute resolution system helps ensure fair outcomes. It protects both B-u-yers and sellers in online transactions.

Integrating Paypal With Your Online Store

Integrating PayPal with your online store can boost your sales. PayPal offers a secure and convenient way for customers to pay. This integration is simple and enhances the shopping experience.

E-commerce Platform Compatibility

Most major e-commerce platforms support PayPal. Platforms like Shopify, WooCommerce, and Magento offer easy PayPal integration. Ensure your platform is compatible before proceeding.

E-commerce Platform

PayPal Integration

Shopify

Built-in support

WooCommerce

Plugin available

Magento

Extension available

Setting Up Payment Gateways

Setting up PayPal as a payment gateway is straightforward. Follow these steps to integrate PayPal with your store:

Create a PayPal Business Account: Visit PayPal and sign up for a business account.

Link Your Bank Account: Verify your bank account to complete the setup.

Access API Credentials: Log in to PayPal and navigate to your API credentials.

Configure Your Store: Enter your API credentials in your e-commerce platform.

Test Transactions: Make test purchases to ensure everything works correctly.

By following these steps, you can set up PayPal quickly. This ensures a smooth payment process for your customers.

Paypal And Cryptocurrency: A New Frontier

PayPal has entered the cryptocurrency market. This move changes how we B-u-y and sell goods online. PayPal users can now use crypto easily.

B-u-ying Verified PayPal Accounts can enhance this experience. You get access to seamless crypto transactions. Let’s dive into the details.

B-u-ying And Selling Crypto

PayPal allows users to B-u-y and sell crypto. This includes Bitcoin, Ethereum, and Litecoin. The process is simple and user-friendly.

Navigate to the Crypto section.

Select the cryptocurrency you want to B-u-y.

Enter the amount and confirm the purchase.

Selling is just as easy. Go to your crypto balance. Choose the crypto to sell. Enter the amount and confirm.

Cryptocurrency

B-u-y

Sell

Bitcoin

Yes

Ethereum

Yes

Litecoin

Yes

Security Considerations

PayPal offers strong security features. This ensures your crypto transactions are safe. PayPal uses encryption to protect your data.

Two-factor authentication adds an extra layer of security. Enable this feature in your PayPal settings. Always use a strong and unique password.

Go to Settings.

Select Security.

Enable Two-Factor Authentication.

Be cautious about phishing scams. Never share your PayPal credentials. Verify emails and links before clicking.

The Future Of Online Payments And Paypal

Online payments are evolving rapidly. PayPal has been a leader for years. As technology advances, PayPal must adapt. The future holds exciting changes for this payment giant.

Emerging Technologies

New technologies are transforming the online payment landscape. Blockchain and cryptocurrencies are becoming mainstream. Many people now prefer decentralized financial systems. PayPal is exploring ways to integrate these technologies.

Artificial Intelligence (AI) is another game-changer. AI can enhance security and improve user experience. PayPal is investing in AI to detect fraud and automate processes.

Mobile payments are growing fast. More people use smartphones for transactions. PayPal's mobile app must stay user-friendly and secure.

Technology

Impact on PayPal

Blockchain

Enhances transaction transparency and security.

Cryptocurrencies

Offers new payment options for users.

Artificial Intelligence

Improves fraud detection and user experience.

Mobile Payments

Increases convenience and accessibility.

Predictions For Paypal's Evolution

PayPal will continue to evolve. Here are some predictions for its future:

Integration with more cryptocurrencies: PayPal might support more digital coins.

Enhanced AI capabilities: PayPal will use AI for better security and customer service.

Expansion in emerging markets: PayPal will target new regions for growth.

Improved mobile app features: The app will become more intuitive and secure.

PayPal's evolution is essential for staying competitive. Emerging technologies will shape its future. The company is well-positioned to lead the online payment industry.

Customer Support For Verified Paypal Accounts

Having a verified PayPal account provides many benefits. But, sometimes users face issues and need help. This is where customer support comes in handy. Let’s explore how you can get help and solve common issues.

Accessing Help

PayPal offers various ways to get help. You can visit the PayPal Help Center on their website. It has many articles and guides. If you need more help, you can contact their support team directly.

Help Center: Find articles and guides.

Community Forum: Ask questions and get answers from other users.

Contact Support: Reach out via email or phone.

You can also use the PayPal mobile app to access support. It has a chat feature for quick help. Always keep your account details handy when contacting support.

Common Issues And Solutions

Here are some common issues users face with verified PayPal accounts and their solutions:

Issue

Solution

Account Login Problems

Reset your password or contact support for help.

Transaction Holds

Check your email for details and follow the instructions.

Unauthorized Transactions

Report the transaction immediately to PayPal.

Verification Issues

Ensure you have submitted all required documents.

If you follow these steps, you can resolve most issues quickly. Always keep your account secure to avoid problems.

Real-life Success Stories: The Impact Of Verified Accounts

Many users have experienced positive changes after B-u-ying verified PayPal accounts. These accounts offer a range of benefits for both individuals and businesses. Let's explore some real-life success stories to understand the impact.

Testimonials From Users

User

Testimonial

John Doe

After B-u-ying a verified PayPal account, I saw a boost in my sales. My customers now trust my business more.

Jane Smith

The verified account made transactions smoother. I no longer face payment delays.

Mike Johnson

With a verified account, my online store gained credibility. More people now shop from my site.

How Verification Boosted Business

Increased Trust: Verified accounts signal reliability to customers.

Smoother Transactions: Less likely to face payment issues or holds.

Better Conversions: Higher chances of turning visitors into customers.

Enhanced Credibility: More people trust and engage with verified accounts.

Businesses that use verified PayPal accounts often see a notable increase in sales. Trust plays a vital role in e-commerce. Customers prefer to B-u-y from businesses they trust. Verification provides that trust.

Many users have shared their success stories. They speak about how their businesses have grown. They report fewer payment issues. They highlight better customer satisfaction rates.

Overall, verified PayPal accounts have a significant impact. They improve trust, transactions, and business growth.

Comparing Paypal To Other Payment Platforms

When comparing payment platforms, understanding the differences is crucial. PayPal is a renowned platform, but how does it stack up against others? This section will help you compare PayPal with other payment platforms to make an informed decision.

Features And Fees

PayPal offers a wide range of features:

Global Accessibility: Available in over 200 countries and supports multiple currencies.

B-u-yer Protection: Ensures safety for purchases on eligible transactions.

Merchant Services: Includes invoicing, recurring payments, and business loans.

PayPal's fees vary based on transaction types:

Transaction Type

Fee

Domestic Transactions

2.9% + $0.30 per transaction

International Transactions

4.4% + fixed fee based on currency

Other payment platforms like Stripe and Square also have distinct features and fees:

Platform

Features

Fees

Stripe

Developer-friendly API, supports multiple currencies

2.9% + $0.30 per transaction

Square

Point of Sale (POS) system, robust analytics

2.6% + $0.10 per transaction

Choosing The Right Platform For You

Identify your business needs to choose the right platform. For global reach, PayPal is excellent. Stripe is ideal for developers needing a customizable solution. Square is best for businesses needing a POS system.

Consider these factors:

Transaction Fees: Lower fees can save money over time.

Features: Match the features to your business requirements.

Ease of Use: Ensure the platform is user-friendly.

Remember, each business is unique. Choose a platform that aligns with your specific needs.

The Psychology Behind Secure Online Transactions

Online transactions have become a part of our daily lives. People B-u-y and sell goods and services online. But, many still worry about security. Understanding the psychology behind secure online transactions can help ease these worries.

Building Trust In Digital Payments

Trust is the foundation of digital payments. Without trust, no one will make online transactions. People need to feel their money and data are safe. This trust is built through several factors:

Brand Reputation: Well-known brands are trusted more.

Customer Reviews: Positive reviews build confidence.

Secure Websites: HTTPS and security badges matter.

Each factor plays a role in building trust. Together, they create a safe environment for transactions.

The Importance Of Verification

Verification adds an extra layer of security. It confirms the identity of users. Verified accounts are less likely to be involved in fraud. This makes transactions safer for everyone.

B-u-yers and sellers both benefit from verified accounts:

For B-u-yers

For Sellers

Protects against scams

Ensures real customers

Increases trust in the platform

Reduces chargebacks

Provides peace of mind

Builds a positive reputation

Verification is crucial for secure online transactions. It helps build trust and safety for all parties involved.

Tutorial: Maximizing The Benefits Of Your Verified Paypal Account

Owning a verified PayPal account opens a world of opportunities for smooth online transactions. Whether you are a business owner or a frequent online shopper, a verified account offers enhanced security and additional features. This tutorial will guide you through the advanced features and customizing account settings for your verified PayPal account.

Advanced Features

Verified PayPal accounts come with several advanced features that can simplify your online financial activities. Here is a list of some of the key features:

Higher Transaction Limits: Verified accounts can send, receive, and withdraw larger amounts.

Enhanced Security: Enjoy an extra layer of protection with PayPal's fraud prevention tools.

Merchant Services: Access advanced tools for invoicing, subscription services, and sales tracking.

Multi-Currency Support: Easily send and receive payments in multiple currencies.

Customizing Account Settings

Customizing your PayPal account settings allows you to tailor your experience to your needs. Follow these steps to optimize your account:

Update Your Profile: Ensure your personal information is accurate and up-to-date.

Link Bank Accounts and Cards: Add your bank accounts and credit cards for easy transactions.

Set Up Notifications: Customize notifications to stay informed about your account activities.

Enable Two-Factor Authentication: Add an extra layer of security by enabling two-factor authentication.

Manage Privacy Settings: Adjust your privacy settings to control who can see your information.

By utilizing these features and customizing your settings, you can make the most out of your verified PayPal account. Secure your transactions, manage your finances, and enjoy a seamless online experience.

Frequently Asked Questions

How Can I Get A Verified Paypal Account?

To get a verified PayPal account, link your bank account or credit card. Verify your email and phone number. Follow PayPal's verification process.

How Do I Get A Genuine Paypal Account?

To get a genuine PayPal account, visit PayPal's official website. Click "Sign Up," choose your account type, and enter your details. Verify your email and link your bank account or card. Ensure all information is accurate and secure.

How To Fully Verify A Paypal Account Without A Bank Account?

To fully verify a PayPal account without a bank account, link a credit card or debit card. Confirm the card by entering the PayPal code from the card statement.

How Do I Get A Verified Paypal Badge?

To get a verified PayPal badge, link and confirm your bank account or credit card. Provide necessary identification documents. Ensure your PayPal account is in good standing and follow all verification steps in your account settings. Verification increases trust and security.

Conclusion

Purchasing verified PayPal accounts can streamline your online transactions. Ensure you choose a reputable provider for safety. Verified accounts offer security and credibility. Always follow legal guidelines and PayPal's terms of service. A verified PayPal account can enhance your business and personal transactions.

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