#asks for cyb

[ask-sers]

SPIKE’S EPIC ROCKER SCHOOL; THE BALDI MOD WITH SILLY CHARACTERS! (two which aren’t mine)

Main account is @zionanelequaso; check intro there!

I’ll just block you if you make me uncomfortable blehhhh

magic anons are allowed, any anons are encouraged honestly!!!

character info below cut

SPIKE: He/Him. ADHD, 6’0, 17 years old. Cis Straight Ally, in a relationship with @zio-octopulous. Baldi Replacement.

JUNIOR: He/They. Autism, wears glasses sometimes (theyre for reading), 4’11, 11-12 years old, Demiboy. Straight Ally. Playtime Replacement.

AMBER: It/She/Xe. 5’10 1/2, Transfeminine + Genderfluid, Autism, C-PTSD, Depression, Social Anxiety, slight OCD. Omniromantic Lesbian. Principal Replacement. Polyamorous, doesn’t know that.

GOTHFRAIDTH: She/Xe/Cat/Nya/It, 16, 5’9, Schizophrenia, mild anorexia, Panromantic Bisexual Demigirl. Mild PTSD, ADHD. First Prize Replacement. Polyamorous, does not know that.

CYB: They/He/It, 6’0, ADHD, Depression, They/He/It, Heterosexual Biromantic Demiboy. 16 mentally since he’s a robot. Bully Replacement. Polyamorous, does not know that.

BAD TO THE HANDLE: Bad To The Handle. broom that does NOT wanna be called a broom. he’s a guitar now babes <3

COLORZ: 12’3 with zigzag neck, 12’6 with neck stretched out, She/It, Autism, Severe Social Anxiety, HATES HATES HATES being stared at, HA-BD, which is a made up disease..find out what it is later :) [through asks], PTSD. Arts N Crafters Replacement. Questioning, probably Pansexual.

EVELIN: 9 years old, had to grow up really fast but we stay silly! Do not ask why she sells rocket launchers and has ties with the government. She/Her, Cis Straight Ally. BSoda Machine Replacement. (The bsoda is rocket launcher)

ASSISTANCE: any pronouns. horrific and sad backstory. physically says the Z typing quirk…wah!! mentally 6 years old. has absolutely no idea about who they like. very niceys. Phone Replacement (the thing that plays the tape to distract baldi)

there is a filename2…it’ll come up later :)

[sw4tch]

because i need this for posterity: you guys DON'T EVEN KNOWWWWW the extent of my love for starscream of all bots

he has everything: the overgrown ego based on nothing, the hunger for power to fill an emotional void i don't even think he knows (or cares) he has, the campiness, the cuntiness, the trauma, the deep desire to be the cause of drama, the coping mechanisms that only serve to dig him deeper into a hole, the manipulation skills only honed by the most conniving of bastards, the absolute silliness of a mech that thinks so highly of himself but also will absolutely start sobbing and whimpering if he thinks that will get him out of trouble.

He fascinates me so.

He wants to be loved SO BADDDDD but because he's traumatized af he doesn't even conceptualize it as that, and instead he decides he wants to have power over everything and everyone. He wants to be adored and revered and to always have the upper hand. He sees someone that thinks he can be better and he takes it SO PERSONALLY that his first instinct is to kill them. "how fucking DARE you assume i'm not an evil bastard, how dare you assume i deserve your trust, how dare you assume i'm not the monster i've worked hard to be"

He's his own worst enemy. when given absolute power and everything he dreamed of, when he finally is at the top, when finally HE GETS the power over EVERYONE- he STILL. INSISTS. ON MANIPULATING PEOPLE (THAT WOULD OTHERWISE STILL FOLLOW HIM NO QUESTIONS ASKED). JUST because he will always be on fight or flight mode and he can only feel safe when he knows he has a trick up his sleeve.

and he wears a silly crown sometimes just because he needs everyone to know WHO'S the one in charge.

my god, he even has stilettos.

in conclusion: fucking everything is wrong with him and i love him so goddamn much. he's just a silly evil gay jet. he's my everything. my pretty little meow meow. he would step on me and i would say thank you.

[datastate]

HOW ABOUT 26? WHAT PETS YOUR PEEVE, MY FRIEND?

26: MY BIGGEST PET PEEVES

steeples my hands. looks away. where do i begin...

i feel like some of my graphic design pet peeves have some legitimate grounds to stand on (balance of contrast, mandatory excessive flashing in the name of aesthetic/mood lighting, small text, etc), so i will refrain from delving into that... let's see

i think i get a bit annoyed when i see people who willfully use the phrase "i'm the only one who understands [x]" because it feels like an immediate precursor to shut down any discussion you could have, and also just a bit arrogant?

i appreciate the sentiment when people say stuff like 'you're the only one who understands [x]!' but... i also want to take the time to say that i mostly enjoy talking about this subject with other people too? regardless of whether it's fictional characters/settings or a real phenomenon/issue, i don't see a point to me talking about it if i don't have other people who can engage with it with me. "i don't want to be the only person you look to for this perspective - i want to hear your thoughts & ideas too!" you know?

it just feels a bit sad seeing that phrase circulate too because in fictional contexts, many people take this as the only way to announce that they're a 'true' fan of some character/series. but i've always felt that it's really sweet to hear what other people think of the same characters you love so much; there are some people here that i've connected with through loving the dreamers and we had a lot of fun delving into all of those different hcs for how their interactions could go. others on here where i saw they enjoyed various yttd characters/dynamics that i already appreciated, and yet they took me to see a whole new perspective/depth to my appreciation! i loved bouncing ideas back and forth with these people - even if it was just through tags and such. and i'd be really sad if they felt like there wasn't a space for that because "the resident kai satou liker already exists, sorry!" like...? what do you expect? in a fan server where you're meant to share your love for this series, does the member limit cap off at the cast limit...? that's just silly.

i really feel like there's something valuable that plenty of people can bring to the table as long as you provide the space for them to, and it's just courtesy to let them know they'll be heard and respected even & especially with different interpretations. that unique view is what makes it fun to discuss & share!!!

[yonker-tonker]

For the send me a character ask, what about Ultra Magnus or Sentinel Prime?

I'll do boffa them!

Ultra Magnus

Sexuality Headcanon: bi/pan Gender Headcanon: male A ship I have with said character: mags w op. but very one sided UM -> op, its just a crush A BROTP I have with said character: I like skybound's UM being arcees mentor! (does this count?) A NOTP I have with said character: nothing off the top of my head tbh A random headcanon: I dont think he favorite color is blue. I dont know what it is, but I know its not blue General Opinion over said character: hes p neat! I dont think of him very often but that could change

Sentinel Prime

Sexuality Headcanon: bi/pan Gender Headcanon: male A ship I have with said character: tfa sent/op is very amusing to me A BROTP I have with said character: I dont think he has friends. lol (perhaps airachnid in tfone) A NOTP I have with said character: i have no strong opinions here A random headcanon: would lose very badly to a pothole General Opinion over said character: WHAT A FUNNY GUY. you love to hate him

[orchuris]

Woop- didn't know you existed yet. New cool guy alert! Whats going on here? Sillies?

Thanks for the follow man! Really appreciate it! ^u^

WAH HI!!! mainly sillies!! although we tend to post more on discord and then forget to post here, whoops lots of JSAB guaranteed! in lots of different flavors too (RP-related, memes, reblogs, etc) also np for the follow!! your content looks really cool!!

[incaensio]

setting : some corner in district thirteen, early evening of day sixty-four. with : haymitch abernathy ( @fatefought sent : “ we need you. ” )

there are a lot of tests done before the brace comes off, and more afterwards, all to rule that there is no permanent neurological damage, nor any substantial damage to her lungs, her throat, her vocal chords. her voice will come out hoarse for a while, and the area affected may ache for a little, but it will heal on its own and it's no use to keep her in the hospital. katniss has no response to that, but her suspicions are confirmed when, not thirty minutes after her official discharge, she is told to receive the tattoo with her daily schedule — clear as day, the purple ink tells her to go to the control room. if the mockingjay can still sing, what use is it to worry about anything else, right?

it's easy to resume her patterns: find a place distant enough from everything and everyone, dark and small and quiet, hard-won privacy enough to allow her to wallow in self-hatred without the gaze and the demands of some dozen people who expect her to put on makeup to go on camera and lie, always lie. of course, her pretense of peace doesn't last. katniss can not tell for how long — she's half-mad and time is of no concern for those like her — but surely he comes. her daddy used to tell her a story of some animal charmers who always knew where to find them; he told her of a young lady with a songbird voice who knew how to draw snakes out of their dens, that the animals loved her. katniss wonders if haymitch knows of this sort of tale, if he's drawn to her misery, or if he's simply drawn the shortest stick of the lot so he has to search all around the district to find her squirreled in some corner.

she knows his step by heart now, so she closes her eyes and waits for what manner of convincing he will try now. katniss almost wishes he could come with a needle when she recognizes his weight dropping; he's sitting. well, that's worse. then the words leave his lips and it's worse. she wants to laugh, but that hurts, just a tad less than crying. "who is we, haymitch?" she looks straight at him. "that used to be the three of us, right? the happy folks of victor's village. none of us ain't ever been this happy before." what a trio they make, one more broken than the last.

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

My siblings in Primus, holy fucking shit. I made an Optimus Height Chart. This took me.. SO LONG TO DO. Were y'all aware of how many Optimus designs there are?? Because I don't have all of them on this chart, and I still have TWENTY NINE (29, a 2 and a 9) out of the THIRTY SIX (36, a 3 and a 6) that exist. I didn't include the SEVEN (7) because either they were just a temporary upgraded form, or I already had multiple designs from that universe that were the same height and having all of them is redundant and repetitive.

40 fucking years and nearly as many distinct designs, I deserve a medal, honestly. Optimus has been in every single piece of media the Transformers franchise has ever made. Working on this in tandem with the Megatron one was a wild choice of mine, but I did it.

I included Optimus Primal on this chart. Both are named Optimus, I should not have to explain myself. Big Monkey and Big Truck are the same. No, your honour, I do not plead insanity; why do you ask?

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character.

Links to my Bumblebee Chart and my Megatron Chart. !!NEW!! -> Shockwave, Soundwave, Ratchet, and Ironhide. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag. Hopefully, my bumblebee post is acting up and idk if the same issue will happen here.

Master Post

Explanations below the cut because I have fucking WORDS to say. This is gonna be a long one... 29 separate designs...

G1 Beast Wars V1 - ~9 Feet (Primal. Straight from TFWiki, converted to feet and rounded, the tiniest baby man gorilla)

G1 Beast Machines - ~8 Feet (Primal. The wiki failed me, but I found a old forum discussion where they made a chart comparing all the BW/M characters. Glorious stuff, I commend their effort.)

G1 Beast Wars V2 - ~10 Feet (Primal. TFWiki with the clutch, I will not always be this lucky.)

Earth Spark - ~15 Feet (Prime. No official numbers have been given, but I have already figured out how tall Bee is, and I was able to compare the two and get a good estimate. This is the shortest non-animal universe to date holy shit. Look at this, I'm showing my work

I am having a conniption they are so short)

RID 2001 - ~16 Feet (Prime. TFWiki once more, we love one source for everything)

Unicron Trilogy V2&3/ENG&CYB - ~16 Feet (Prime. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles. These are the designs used in Energon (S2) and Cybertron (S3). The Wiki had Cybertron's numbers but not Energon's, so for my own sanity, I decided the two were the same height. I could have done something in between Cybertron's and Armada's (S1) numbers, but there was a lot of float between the two)

G1 Beast Wars V3 - ~16 Feet (Primal/Optimal Optimus, this is the result of a fusion between Primal and Prime. The TFWiki says this design is like 40 feet tall, but if that is true, Rattrap, a character stated to be 1.8m or ~6f tall across several sources across several different languages, is actually not that tall. So I call bullshit, this guy is 2.6 Rattraps tall, making him around 16f or 4.9m tall. Checkmate, I win)

Prime Wars V1 - ~17 Feet (Primal. Slight spoilers for further into this chart but I decided that the Prime Wars Trilogy and the Netflix Cybertron Trilogy Optimuses were the same height as the Gen 1 design, because they're nearly identical. So comparing Primal to Prime, Primal comes up to about Prime's tits, bada bing bada boom)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~17 Feet (Primal. Identical explanation to above, don't want to repeat myself)

One V1 - ~17 Feet 10 inches (Prime. Okay, the Wiki says 32.534 feet, and I call Bullshit. A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon. I already stated all of this in my Bumblebee chart post, and I will be dying on this hill. This is as short as we see OP in the movie, him at his tallest should match his KCV height, he's never taller than Megsy, so knock a couple feet off the biggest number and voila, my brain hurts)

One V2 - ~18 Feet 10 Inches (Prime. Same explanation as above, but taller than he was without his cog, because he got bigger)

Gen 1 - ~19 Feet (Prime. TFWiki has saved me the effort of figuring it out myself)

Prime Wars - ~19 Feet (Prime. As I said before, since this design is identical to Gen 1, it is the same height)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~19 Feet (Prime. I've said it twice now, identical, therefore same height)

Knight/Capel-Verse - ~19 Feet 4 inches (Primal. No Robot height given, I have his monkey form height from TFWiki, but comparing him to Optimus he's only a few inches shorter)

Prime Wars V2 - ~ 20 Feet (Primal. Compared to Prime, Prime comes up to about Primal's nose area, and we all know how tall I think this Prime is)

Animated - 20 Feet 6 Inches (Prime. This number actually comes from @phoenix-inanis and the glorious calculations they have done on the TFA Characters. Go check it out, because animated has literally no actual numbers -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Knight/Capel-Verse - 20 feet 10 Inches (Prime. TFWiki has graced me with a number)

One V3 - ~20 Feet 10 Inches (Prime. If it's canon to KCV, then it's canon here. I've already told you my reasons)

Cyberverse - 21 Feet (Prime. Oh, shitty screenshot from a random Russian YouTube video; you treat me so well. I would adore a better scan of this if anyone has one)

Unicron Trilogy V1/ARM - 22 Feet 11 Inches (Prime. Technically, this number is for the Armada video game, which isn't exactly canon to the show. But I don't have any other numbers and my brain is tired, so CANON IT IS)

Aligned Cont. RID15 V1 - 25 Feet (Prime. I'm really proud of this one: I can already hear some of your questions. "But I thought his second form was as tall as his TFP V2 form, and this one was as tall as TFP V1," "but his V1 forms and V2 forms look like each other," You thought Wrong!! And I can Prove it!! Let's refresh ourselves on the height difference between TFP V1 Prime and Bee.

As we can see, Bee comes up to the top of Optimus's hips. Lovely. Now, let's look at RID15's height difference when Optimus first returns. Keep in mind that RID15 Bee and TFP Bee are the same height.

Look, Bee comes up to Optimus's chest in this form, not his hips. He comes up to a similar point on Bulkhead in the previous picture. Let's look at Prime's second form.

This is from the intro; yes, Bee is crouched, but look, if he stood straight he only comes up to about Prime's hips, JUST LIKE IN TFP!!! With this evidence, we can conclude that Prime's first RID15 form is similar in height to Bulkhead! I was so fucking excited to show y'all this, I was so proud of myself, I still am)

Bayverse V1 - 28 Feet (Prime. From the first 4 movies. Straight from TFWiki, because Mr. Michael Bay loves me)

Bayverse V2 - 29 Feet (Prime. Only in The Last Knight. Mr. Bay has lovingly kissed my forehead because he always gives me numbers for his movies)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC/TFP V1/RID15 V2 - 30 Feet (Prime. TFWiki/Fandom/Me respectively. I love you, Video Game Info Screens. I am still pretty syced about figuring RID15 out, oh I feel so good. Almost makes me forget about how FREAKISHLY HUGE this universe is. And how the games concretely prove this fact)

Aligned Cont. TFP V2 - 35 Feet (Prime. Yes this number comes from Fandom, but this entire universe is monstrously huge for no reason, I believe it. Go look at my Bee chart for more in-depth and insane rant about how huge this universe is compared to other universes, it's at the end of the post)

Not Pictured: Aligned Cont. Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Academy Optimus Prime - 30 Feet. (Yes, Optimus in the Aligned Continuity has 7 distinct designs across the whole thing. I am in physical pain. SEVEN?? ONE GUY?? SEVEN??), Bayverse Optimus Prime Power Up - 40 Feet. (It's an upgrade form that does not stick around, why should I include it), RID 2001 Super Mode - ~21 feet (Optimus can turn it on and off at will, it's just an upgrade mode), Unicron Trilogy Energon & Cybertron Optimus Prime Super Mode - ~20 Feet (Once more, upgrade mode, it's like stilts, you don't count something you don't always have on.)

29 pngs, holy shit I've done it. This took so long. If anyone has any suggestions for which transformer I should aggressively analyze next please tell me I don't know which ones to do next.

Here are the different layers separated, just so you can see all the many Optimuses (Optimusi?) clearly. I know my og chart is crowded, there's 29 pngs on there you don't think I noticed?

[porkcracker]

hello everything is fine? If requests are still open, I would like to know if you can do the reaction of the Decepticons (Megatron, Tarn, Overlord and Soundwave) with a Cybertronian s/o who is a cannibal and uses a fucinheira? Is she a powerful and insane warrior? If you don't want to write, ignore it, thank you.

Hi, thanks for asking, I'm haunted by chronic pain, but my life has had a rather positive turn the last months that had me really busy. Also why this ask is answered so late. Delightful selection of bots you got there, since it isn't really clarified, I went with separated headcanons and different scenarios for each character, so I hope you enjoy this.

Decepticons x Cannibal!Fem!Cyb!Reader

Megatron

Megatron has seen his fair share of cannibalism even before the war, so the action itself isn't anything new to him

It's during the war that he sees it used as a freely chosen way to fight, instead of an act used by desperate bots

He, himself, has not done it and will probably not do it unless necessary

That you indulge in cannibalism discourages him little to pursue you

There are enough equally insane bots in his faction as that he doesn't really care any more in the later parts of war

If you wear the muzzle from your own freewill, he will get a rush of power every time he is reminded that you are his, and he has the control to take it off you and send you after his enemies

During the time of your relationship, he gets use to tasting raw Energon due to you often tasting like it

You're a terrifying power couple, Emperor and Empress

Tarn

Being a cannibal in the DJD is nothing special

You start of as normal teammates, really if anyone had expected a relationship than not between the two of you

But still it happens, and it's an awful thing for any traitor

While Tarn likes to keep a somewhat cultured appearance on the average, and doesn't like you eating in your shared quarters

When it comes to punishing traitors, he greatly enjoys talking in his voice about his beautiful and vicious girlfriend and complimenting your appearance while feeding you the matching parts of the traitor

It's a very sweet bonding activity in your optics

During your time together, you start and stop wearing muzzles again and again, purely for the effect it has on the traitors you hunt

Still, you can never fully decide to stick to wearing one or not

Overlord

As a Gladiator you earned a terrifying reputation of eating your defeated opponents, something that lead to you wearing a muzzle whenever not in the ring fighting

As you continue to win and get stronger, the ring overseer formed a plan to get rid of you, to stop the loss of more fighters and set you up in a match against the at that point, unbeaten fighter, Overlord

You did not beat him either, however, the overseer miscalculated in the way that Overlord and you knew each other, and he let you life in your defeat

When the war started, you followed Overlord, a deranged type of partnership having formed between the two of you

Becoming a Deception had nothing to do with ideology for you, rather you only joined because your partner did

You two gained a reputation quickly as you not only killed happily anything that moved, but also had the favour of Overlord eating his defeated enemies, often even while they were still half alive

Soundwave

Soundwave meets you long before the war starts

On the streets are many desperate bots that will do anything and everything to survive, including eating others

You kept to already offlined bots whenever you could, but there were a few times you ended someone weak

Anyway, you meet Soundwave as another bot on the streets

His companions are wary of you as he is too, but over time and reoccurring run-ins with each other you get closer

When Soundwave suddenly vanishes, you assume he offlined

Life gets even tougher, and you end up with a few more crimes under your belt ending with you in a cell, muzzled for your tendency to get fuel through offlined bots

You only get free once the war breaks out and join the Decepticons, learning only then that Soundwave is still online

As old friends you hit it off and some time into the war even become a couple

Soundwave is also the one to free you of your muzzle, if the enforcers weren't already offlined he would have killed them for this

[cheschesterpossum]

Okay okay okay i just found your blog, awesome by the way. And i kind you not i was thinking of an au where humans being born on Unicorn looked like transformers but are pretenders.

I don't know the full lore of you au yet but i like what I'm reading so far, where the pretenders are an uncanny valley to the Cybertronians. A real among us vibe.

If its okay i wanna share my idea (If your not interested you can ignore these part) Unicorn created humans to be a weapon against Cybertronians but he can't create life like Primus so he has to work with what he has. Which is the organic material growing on him, i was thinking from trail and error Unicorn blended metal and meat together until he got a human that looks like a Cybertronian but on the inside their not. The more Cybertronians looking humans would be his version of Primes that would lead his first iteration of humans. The first humans are like worker ants, they don't have a will if their own and just follows commands.

Their able to communicate to each other telepathically. I like to think the humans are able to open their chest like a Cybertronian revealing their fleshy inside, ribs that look like teeth and red squishy organs that pulse drool from the confines of their metal shell. I'm also thinking that being able to open their chest could serve a purpose where they have flesh feelers on the inside, basically tentacles. That can wrap and crush unexpected victims but their not just weapons, they act as feelers and their able to feel things more.

Aa for eating, i was thinking humans can eat vegetables and meat. And that when eating their disguise breaks as the metal mesh if their face breaks open. Lip slitting apart to sharp teeth build to rip and tear biting into their meal. Its probably like seeing a cat yawn for Cybertronians seeing their human friend eat. Since humans were made to fight Cybertronians originally, i was thinking humans are ironically attractive to Cybertronians. A siren if you will. Luring in prey in with beauty until it's too late. While that's my idea of it anyway. Ah sorry these is getting long, i hope you have a good day!

owwwwhhhhhh this is so awesome sauce!!! Your AU is so interesting!

Oh my goodness, lowkey Among Us or That's Not My Neighbor Transformers version?

I can imagine humans being Cybertron's equivalent of fae or doppelganger. Yes, love the horror combination of flesh and metal.

Would the bots start to develop some kind of security to detect humans among them like the medbay scanner in Amongus? Would there be a security bot specialized to sort out humans and cybertronians?

I'd like to add an idea of mine to this. While humans doesn't have a cog, they do have false alt-mode. Basically wheels, windows, ect uses to fool the cybs and blend in but can't transform.

For when humans start becoming friends and allow cybs to touch them. Their platings or protoform is noticeably softer than cyb's. Kinda like soft metal? Or the same texture as cat's paws, human skin in general. As for armor, is more like a protective shell, like a turtle's? Except they don't have nerve cells on their armor like cybs does. So when their armor is dented or scratches, as long as it doesn't reach their internals, they're fine.

Dw i actually really like reading long ask, have a good day to you too anon!!!!!!

[sunafc]

Just an act - 9, make it real

masterlist

notes:

– i actually want to watch the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society it seems nice but i still haven't had the time to, if anyone as seen it let me know what you thought of it!!!

– kuroo tried all his pair of pants and asked all his roommates which pair looked better, tsukki wanted to die

– lemon pasta is literally the best it's super easy to cook and it tastes heavenly (trust me guys i'm italian)

– y/n is in her denial phase

– y/n saved that pic satori sent in her favorites album and she also sent it to kuroo

– kuroo got scared you wanted to breakup right away when you asked him abt it

– then he almost died when you told him you could make it real

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[cyb-by-lang]

One of the consequences of Obito's usage of Kamui in CYB-adjacent stories is that he tends to have a lot of stuff in there. Like, sure, furniture he forgot about and most of the things Rin has ever asked him to keep track of (to be retrieved on command), but also some stuff that's actively dangerous.

Like Kei's excess explosives.

What I'm saying is that while Obito didn't trick Dabi into detonating two tons of TNT in his own face in Shell Game, it wasn't because he couldn't.

[what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older]

Pt3

Optimus was finally starting to come to, he kept his optics shut however, making a grumbling sound as he talked to himself, ignoring the fact that there were others there.

Because no there wasn't, because he was at home, because he didn't visit Wheeljack today on a fragging whim and then get blasted to who knows where.

He was going to deny everything until it was real, because he was too damn tired to be dealing with this scrap.

He exhaled speaking quietly and firmly to himself, as if by saying it , it would absolutely make it real.

"Wheeljack didn't blow me up. I didn't get blasted, the mech with the fine faceplate structure was just a dream, just a really, real dream- I'm going to open my optics and none of it is real."

His ear fins twitched. His jaw tensed, Optimus closed his eyes tighter, please if there was a Primus...

He opened his optics and there he was that mech with the faceplate with sharp edges that only defined his features further, one optic ridge raised and looking at him.

Optimus closed his eyes again and sighed, a long heavy sigh.

"Of course you're real and just had to be there. "

"You are certainly in a mess and answered a few questions without my even asking, so you're from an alternative universe, that certainly explains the appearance...though with these bright colours I must wonder are you from a pleasure District where you come from?"

Optimus's cheeks turned deep purple at the mere suggestion, he held nothing against such places, but the very idea of himself performing at one with everyone staring...that voice....all raspy, gravelly even saying that....no, not the time to be thinking like that.

Sitting up, he found his wrists and ankles were bound and glared with such a fire at the silver mech . He was sure he'd burned him and smirked at the thought.

Megatron however was simply staring, the fire, the fight in those eyes, there was something akin to a wild animal in them that wanted freedom, he momentarily felt the desire to tame such a thing...but perhaps in that want age set them apart.

If Optimus had heard these thoughts and not noticed the Decepticon symbol on the mechs chest.

He instant response would be

'No it didn't. '

Optimus pulled at the restraints again and heard another mech working the medical computer behind him.

There was no mistaking that structure, despite a few differences

Frowning he stated the name of the mech

"Soundwave."

Soundwave unfazed by him simply waved a hand as if to say yeah yeah I'm busy working don't bother me.

Prime turned his head and then looked at the one beside the med berth and chuckled, that damn cannon should have instantly made it obvious who he was.

Megatron folded his arms, he did not appreciate the mocking tone in that laugh.

"Pray tell, what do you find so amusing about my image."

"Compared to the Megatron in my world, you're tiny."

Optimus grinned, oh he knew he was dancing with Unicron with that comment but the way Megatron shifted and placed his hands on his hips , unsure of what to say before he was pointing at him and scolding him as if he were a sparkling.

"Boy, despite my size I have battled and won against Cybertronians Omega Supreme's size, I have no problem dealing with prisoners or upstarts."

Prime wondered a moment if he should pull a page from Bee's book and antagonise him, that berating tone might almost be worth it.

Optimus decided to go with a tactic that he knew was merely a joke... but he couldn't girlboss, mansplain, definitely not man slaughter his way out of this, he was on his own here.

Primus he couldn't believe he was about to do this.

"So which one am I, Lord Megatron?"

He purred leaning in closer.

Man whoring it was.

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[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

>>>[ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ]<<<

Several days passed by after the incident. (Y/Cyb/N) sat by the window of his secret room, watching the streets of Iacon below. It was bustling with excitement. 

Today was the Iacon 5000, the largest race on Cybertron, and bots from all over the planet would gather to witness it. The thought of it made his spark pulse faster. He had seen the races on the holo-vids, but he had never been there, never been allowed to stand among the crowd and feel the raw energy of the event.

“I want to go,” he said, more to himself than to anyone else.

He had asked his parents earlier, but they refused, as always. "Too dangerous," his sire had said. "Too public. Someone might see your insignia."

(Y/Cyb/N) looked down at his reflection in the glass. The insignia, a mark of his Codex lineage, was hidden beneath his shawl. A dull ache spread through him—an ache he could not express. 

He wanted to be normal and part of Cybertronian society, not hidden away like some dangerous secret.

This afternoon, he would sneak out.

The plan formed in his mind. His parents would be busy working in the upper part of the building, far away from his room. He had memorized their routine and absence and knew there was a window when he could leave unnoticed.

The excitement of the Iacon 5000 pulsed through the air like a current, and (Y/Cyb/N) could feel it from even this high up in his secluded room. The roar of engines, the cheers of the crowd—it was all just out of reach, but the idea of watching the race in person filled him with a longing he couldn’t shake.

He glanced at the door to his room, his optics narrowing with determination. His parents meant well, but how much longer could he live like this—hidden away, confined to secret rooms and whispers? He wasn’t just a relic of the past, a walking Codex secret. He was alive, a part of Cybertron, and today, he would prove that to himself.

"I have to," he murmured, standing up and pulling the shawl tighter around him, ensuring the insignia was securely hidden. His helm, tilted as usual to keep the shawl in place, gave him a sense of comfort, like a second shield. 

The plan unfolded quickly. He knew his parents would be occupied with their work for at least another hour. That was enough time to get to the streets below and find an excellent spot to blend into the crowd. 

His spark pulsed faster at the thought of being out there—among the other Cybertronians and spectators cheering for the racers. For once, he would just be one of them. No hiding, no running from his past. Just a part of the energy that flowed through Cybertron’s heart.

(Y/Cyb/N) made his way to the hidden exit in his room, a small hatch his parents had constructed as a secondary escape route in case of emergencies. Today, it would serve a different purpose. He pried it open, casting one last look around his room before slipping into the dark tunnel behind it.

He moved quickly, his spark racing as fast as the engines outside. Each step brought him closer to the streets of Iacon, to freedom, to the race. When he finally reached the bottom, he could hear the distant hum of the city and the crowds gathered for the event.

He pushed the hatch open, emerging into an alleyway just a few blocks from the main racetrack. The streets were already packed with Cybertronians of all shapes and sizes, their voices blending into a cacophony of excitement and anticipation. (Y/Cyb/N) Pulling his shawl tighter, ensuring his insignia was still hidden, he stepped out into the crowd.

It was overwhelming—everything he had dreamed of and more. The sights, the sounds, the sheer life of it all. For a moment, he was just another Cybertronian, lost in the sea of bots, no one paying him any special attention. He could almost feel normal.

Slipping past the security had been surprisingly easy with the help of his Algorithms. Cynatcher allowed him to manipulate the structure of the walls, creating small crevices to pass through unnoticed. Binary Foolery had been equally helpful, creating temporary illusions to distract any surveillance systems. 

He found a spot near the edge of the racetrack, where the engines roared to life as the racers prepared for the start. His optics gleamed excitedly as he watched the gleaming racers line up, their frames sleek and built for speed. The crowd's energy was contagious, and for the first time in a long while, (Y/Cyb/N) felt free.

(Y/Cyb/N) could feel the energy of the Iacon 5000 race long before he even arrived. The roaring engines, the thrumming excitement of the crowd, and the spectacle of speed drew him in like a magnet. He had always dreamed of seeing it in person—just one chance to experience it outside the shadow of his origins, the weight of secrecy, and the watchful eyes of his creators. The scene was exactly how he would have imagined.

But he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his optic—a pair of Cybertronian guards in the distance, observing the crowd. They weren’t here for the race; they were scanning the spectators, searching for something—or someone.

His spark skipped a beat. Could they be council agents? Were they looking for him?

His heart pounded as he turned away, blending further into the crowd. He couldn’t let them see him. Not now. Not when he had just tasted freedom.

"Transformers! Transform and get on your marks for the race!" The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, signaling the start of the race. His train of thought was snapped out when he heard the signal.

Engines revved, and the Cybertronians below him transformed into their alt modes. "On your marks!" The announcer continued, the light turning from red to yellow. "Get set…" He paused, waiting for the light to turn green.

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*DING!*

*PEW!*

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The announcer shot a laser on the signal, signaling the racers to go. 

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*ZOOM!*

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The racers shot forward, a blur of metal and energy. The ground vibrated beneath his feet as the racers zoomed past, and (Y/Cyb/N) couldn’t help but grin, the thrill of the race filling his spark.

For a moment, he forgot about his insignia, lineage, and the dangers that lurked around every corner. Here, in this crowd, he was just another bot, caught up in the excitement of the race. Like any other Cybertronian, he wanted a closer look to witness the thrill.

He moved through the stands. His optics caught sight of a racer—a silver-plated Cybertronian with an impressive speed record—making a sharp turn on the track. The sight was so mesmerizing that he almost didn’t notice when his dodecahedron necklace slipped from his grasp. 

Panic shot through him as he bent to pick it up, his servos moving quickly. It tumbled through the crowd with a soft tinkering noise. (Y/Cyb/n) had to shuffle through the crowd quickly, not wanting to see his necklace bounce down into the race. Just before it could bounce out of the stands, (Y/Cyb/N)’s servo shot up to catch it, grasping it quickly. 

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*SWOOOSH…!*

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The race was finished, with the Transformers crossing the finish line. (Y/Cyb/n) sighed with relief, retracting his servo as he secured his dodecahedron necklace around his neck.

But at that moment, a gust of wind tore through the stands, lifting his shawl. The fabric flew down, revealing his helm—and worse, his insignia. 

The symbol of the Codexes.

(Y/Cyb/N)'s spark froze as he felt the cool air hit his exposed frame. Panic surged through him. In that instant, the excitement of the race and the thrill of freedom vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread. His optics darted to the crowd around him, searching for any sign someone had noticed.

So far, none of them had noticed—

"Hey! Look! There's a Codex here!"

The crowd’s cheers slowly fell into a stunned silence as hundreds of optics turned toward him. The trans-mech stood frozen, the cold weight of reality crashing down on him. The dodecahedron outline with the Mercedes star within it shimmered in the sunlight, unmistakable against the metal of his frame.

A murmur spread through the stands like wildfire, and soon, it became more than just murmurs and whispers. 

"Is that…"

"Wait… it can't be!"

"That insignia… I recognize it!"

"Hold on… aren't they supposed to be erased!?"

"No way. No way! The Codexes—"

"A Codex!? HERE!?"

Shocked expressions gave way to fear, awe, and, worst of all, suspicion. The council had erased the history of the Codexes, labeling them dangerous, but to see one standing there, in the middle of the Iacon 5000, was a spectacle none of them had expected.

(Y/Cyb/N) felt his spark pound in his chest. His instincts screamed for him to run, but he stayed rooted in place for a split second, the weight of countless optics pressing down on him. 

The Cybertronian guards stationed near the edge of the stands noticed that everyone had stopped cheering and was staring at something or someone. They looked in the same direction everyone was looking, and their gazes eventually landed on him.

Their optics locked onto (Y/Cyb/N)’s exposed insignia. Recognition sparked in the guards' gaze, and (Y/Cyb/N) could almost hear the warning sirens blaring in his head.

Move,

his mind commanded, and he bolted.

In the chaos, (Y/Cyb/N) grabbed his shawl and dashed through the crowd, his Algorithms working overtime. Cerulean Warp allowed him to open sea green-colored short-range portals, moving him quickly from one point to another, leaving the race.

But the guards were already on high alert. Shouts and commands blared as he leaped over barriers and darted through alleyways, the sound of metallic footsteps closing in on him.

His helm was now fully lopsided without the shawl on him, making it harder to maintain his balance, but he pushed through. His servos clenched around the dodecahedron necklace, the one piece of his identity that had been with him since the beginning.

The guards were getting closer—there were more of them than he'd anticipated. They knew now. They knew he existed.

"[DETERMINED] I can’t let them catch me… not like this," he muttered. Octo Hex came to his rescue, allowing him to create small bursts of force to knock over objects in his path—crates, metal pylons, anything to slow them down. 

He turned a sharp corner and spotted a service tunnel just ahead. If he could just make it inside—

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*BANG!*

*CLANG!*

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A loud clang echoed as a guard fired a stun round, missing him by inches. (Y/Cyb/N) tumbled into the tunnel, his servo slipping on the slick floor as he scrambled to his pedes. His algorithms were tiring him, and his defects made it harder to focus.

He ran deeper into the tunnels with all his might, but he could hear the guards still in pursuit, their voices echoing off the metallic walls. "We have a Codex! Secure the perimeter! Do not let him escape!"

Panting heavily, (Y/Cyb/N) activated Saboteur Catalyst, overriding the lock system of the tunnel doors ahead of him. The doors slid open just in time for him to slip through before sealing shut behind him with a satisfying thud.

For now, he was safe. But the realization hit him like a heavy weight—his insignia had been seen. 

His secret was out. 

And all optics would soon be on him. There was no going back to hiding in the shadows. 

Once erased from Cybertron’s history, the Codexes were now a reality again, and he was at the center of it all.

He had to get back home. He had to return to his creators in the tower—(Y/S/N) and (Y/C/N). He knew they would be mad, but he just wanted to prove he wanted to be independent. Shaking off his worries, he quickly put the shawl over his helm, hiding his face under the shadows and masking his insignia. 

He quickly looked around, finding himself in an alleyway. It was only a matter of time before they began to try and locate him. He stepped out, seeing people still going on about their business. He tugged on his shawl, quietly rushing past the Cybertronians and avoiding guards walking around the place. 

His spark was still racing as he moved swiftly through the back streets of Iacon, his shawl once again covering his insignia. The thrill of the Iacon 5000 was far behind him now, replaced with the crushing reality of his exposure. His awkwardly tilted helm reminded him of his disheveled state as he maneuvered through the bustling city.

As he weaved through the crowded alleys, his thoughts were in turmoil. How could he have been so careless? All it took was one slip, one moment of excitement, for his secret to be revealed. The emblem of the Codexes—a symbol that could get him captured, imprisoned, or worse. Now that it had been seen, there was no telling what the council might do.

He felt a deep pang of regret as he thought of his creators, (Y/S/N) and (Y/C/N). They had repeatedly warned him, yet he had ignored their caution. Now, he was on the run, and the council would surely be looking for him. They might even come after his parents if they thought they were involved.

His optics darted around, searching for any sign of danger as he neared the more familiar streets closer to home. He passed Cybertronians chatting about the race, oblivious to the panic inside him. If they knew the truth about him, they'd be just as terrified as the crowd back at the track.

Still, something gnawed at him. For a moment, in the middle of that race, he had felt alive—free. The cheers, the crowd's energy, the racers' speed—it was everything he'd dreamed of. But the price of that freedom was too high.

As (Y/Cyb/N) ducked into a smaller alleyway, he activated Cynatcher again to blend into the surrounding structures. He reached a part of the wall that opened into another secret passage leading back to his family's tower. His spark pounded as he stepped inside, letting the door close behind him with a quiet hiss. His home's cold, sterile corridors felt different now—less like a safe haven and more like a cage.

He made his way through the dimly lit hallways, his shawl still securely in place. When he reached his room, he hesitated. What would his creators say? They had spent countless cycles hiding him, keeping him safe, and now he'd ruined it all in one careless moment.

He stepped back into the shadows, his spark heavy with guilt. He wasn’t ready to face them, not yet. Instead, he retreated further down the corridor, slipping into a hidden corner of the tower where he could be alone with his thoughts.

He had tasted the world outside, but now, he couldn’t shake the feeling that everything had changed. The council was hunting him, his secret was out, and the future he had always feared was now a reality.

We're family.

The words of his own when he spoke to his carrier and sire about telling them they should not keep any more secrets from each other. He chose not to contradict his vow. 

With a sigh, he proceeded to open the door. The soft hydraulic hiss was released upon entry.

"[GUILT] Sire, Carrier, I have something to confess—"

His words trailed off immediately. He expected to find his creators talking to each other and be shocked when they saw him. However, he found the hidden room empty. Were his creators looking for him? Where were they?

He stepped in slowly, noting how nothing in the house had changed as much. "Sire? Carrier?" He checked their room, seeing how several objects were a bit scattered. They must've heard the news and perhaps left in a rush…

"[WORRIED]." (Y/Cyb/n) muttered, reflexively narrating his concern for his creators as he closed the door of his creators' room. "I wonder—"

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*FWIP!*

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"—MMMPH!" 

His self-talk was cut off when he felt a gag wrapped over his mouth from behind. His servos flickered with the emblem. He attempted to use his Octo Hex Algorithm to generate a large red octagon screen and punch the living daylights out of the intruder. 

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*Skank!*

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However, band-cuffs were immediately placed on him, and the Octo Hex Algorithm faded quickly. (Y/Cyb/n) felt his powers suddenly suppressed and held back by the device, unable to activate them anymore. It was nullified.

The High-tech, sleek, compact device is worn like a band around the user's wrists. It emits an invisible signal that disrupts his connection to his technokinetic abilities, temporarily nullifying the power.

"I got him!" It was one of the guards. "Algorithmic Override cuffs are on him. He's not able to use his ability anymore."

The sudden ambush left (Y/Cyb/N) stunned and immobilized. The guards who had captured him were swift and efficient, their optics hidden behind visors that revealed nothing of their intentions. The Algorithmic Override cuffs, designed to suppress his abilities, were a new and menacing addition to the arsenal against him.

The gag muffled his initial cry for help, and as he struggled against his restraints, the guards began securing the area. Panic surged within him, mingled with the residual thrill of the race he had just witnessed. His mind raced, trying to devise a plan to escape or at least understand what was happening.

“Secure the perimeter,” one of the guards instructed through their comms. “We have the Codex. Prepare for extraction.”

The room was silent except for the distant hum of the city and the occasional clink of metal from the guards as they prepared their equipment. (Y/Cyb/N) tried to focus, pushing past the fear and despair. His creators, (Y/S/N) and (Y/C/N), had to be nearby, and he needed to find a way to warn them or at least ensure their safety.

Through his muffled struggle, he heard one of the guards talking about the Codex’s significance, but the exact words were lost to his gagged condition. The mention of his insignia seemed to heighten the urgency of their actions.

His servos clenched as he tried to think. He had seen his insignia and understood that the council’s decision to erase the Codexes was now a precarious reality. His creators' lives were at stake, and he had to ensure they were safe.

The guards began to escort him out, their grip firm and unyielding. As they led him through the dim corridors, (Y/Cyb/N) tried to recall the tower's layout, hoping to find some means of escape or communication. He needed to warn his creators and find a way to evade the council's clutches.

One of the guards, a smaller and less imposing figure, glanced at him with a hint of curiosity. "Do you think he knows something we don't?"

The lead guard responded with a dismissive tone. "Doesn't matter. We have our orders."

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*PING!*

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(Y/Cyb/n)'s audio receptors picked up a soft 'ping' sound effect. He glanced down, noticing a small orange emblem of the Quadirectional Keeper on his cuffs. "Hmm?" He blinked, surprised and confused.

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*FWIP!*

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A muffled yelp left his intake. His wrists were yanked into the air by the cuffs pulled upward by the Quadirectional Keeper. 

The sudden movement took aback the guards flanking his sides. They both looked up, seeing him stationary in the air because of a Quadirectional Keeper Algorithm wedged between the cuffs, the square keeping hold.

"What the!? Impossible!"

"H-He's cuffed! He shouldn't be able to use—"

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*ZIP!*

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(Y/Cyb/n) was pulled back down the hall, caught into another pair of arms. He glanced up, recognizing it was his sire and carrier. He was happy they came to save him, but he was also terrified because the protective rage in their optics was visibly implacable. 

“We told you not to leave the tower!” His sire scolded him. He held his right servo up, which had the emblem of the Quadirectional Keeper hovering over his servo.

“We’re not mad, just disappointed,” his carrier added, letting (Y/S/N) break off the cuffs with the Octo Hex Algorithm. “We’ve figured out you would’ve done that.” (Y/C/N) used her Cynatcher Algorithm and bent the gag off her son’s intake.

“[EXASPERATED SIGH]” (Y/Cyb/n) narrowed his optics at them. “Sorry, but I wanted to see the race. I didn’t care about whether I was caught or not, but I wanted to enjoy it instead of staying cooped up in place!”

“We understand.” His carrier sighed with concern and fear. “But we just—”

“Explanations can come later! We need to escape!” (Y/S/N) interjected, grabbing a random crate with the orange-colored Algorithm and chucking it at the guards.

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*SMACK!*

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One of them sidestepped as the metal box knocked down the other guard. Pressing into the comm unit, he exclaimed, “There are two more Codexes here! Requesting backup! I repeat, requesting—”

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*CLANK!*

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He was cut off as (Y/Cyb/n)’s sire used the Quadirectional Keeper Algorithm to use the same metal crate and knock out the guard.

The tension in the hall heightened as the unconscious guard slumped to the ground. (Y/Cyb/N) glanced at his creators, heart pounding after the brief skirmish. The danger was far from over, and the realization that they were being actively hunted by the council struck him hard.

"[DETERMINATION]." (Y/Cyb/N) reflexively narrated his emotion, his optics narrowing as his processors raced through possible escape routes. The escape had to be swift, and they couldn't afford any more delays.

His sire, (Y/S/N), looked at him, the intensity in his optics unwavering. "We need to get you out of here now before reinforcements arrive. They won't stop until you're locked away—until we're locked away."

(Y/Cyb/N) nodded, his gaze darting between his creators. "I know. But they were prepared for this—they had these weird cuffs—Algorithmic Override cuffs. It seems to disable our abilities with the Algorithm."

His carrier, (Y/C/N), who had always been the more cautious of the two, placed a servo on his shoulder. "That's why we need to stick together. There's no room for error, not anymore."

(Y/S/N) glanced at their room, where their door was opened. “Hold on.” He quickly rushed inside the room before pulling out a box. There were many different single-hand-held weapons. 

"(Y/C/N), take this." He tossed her a handgun, which she grabbed swiftly, loading the stun gun. He grabbed a long-bladed sword, which spun smoothly in his servo. "(Y/Cyb/n), here's something special I had made for you." Finally, he picked up a short-bladed knife and threw it to (Y/Cyb/n), who caught it quickly. 

The Laser-Blade is a state-of-the-art weapon seamlessly combines the efficiency and versatility of a cyberknife with the precision and power of a laser gun.

It is a sleek, compact device reminiscent of a futuristic wrist-mounted device. It features an integrated laser sight, LED interface screen, and ergonomic grip for optimal handling. It has a sleek metallic design with glowing blue accents around its barrel. 

The laser gun is located on top of the device, and the cyberknife is attached to the bottom of the weapon. The laser beam can be shot from the top of the device to attack opponents. The cyberknife is located below and is used for close combat encounters. The Cyberblade is a powerful and versatile weapon.

"Come on, we got to move down the tower." (Y/C/N) gestured, the other two Cybertronains following her down the halls. "We're on the 18th floor of this 24-story building. The sooner we make it down here and out of this place, we'll find a safer place."

"But where?" (Y/S/N) inquired. "I don't know if we're going to be able to step a pede outside from a sanctuary—if we can find one!" He grunted, the trio going down a flight of stairs.

"We'll just go to the surface!" She remarked. "No one adventures there, but we did once before when our clan was still around. If we can do it once, we can do it again—"

"[ALARMED] Look out!"

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*PEW!*

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(Y/C/N) sidestepped the moment (Y/Cyb/n) warned his carrier from a stun round. The laser hit the wall behind her, narrowly missing (Y/S/N). In front of them, the trio was confronted by a group of masked Cybertronian guards, their stun weapons and cuffs ready to detain them with no mercy or sympathy. 

"(Y/S/N)!" (Y/C/N) glanced back, her optics shimmering to ocean blue, prepared to use her Cynatcher Algorithm. "Use your Quadirectional Keeper!"

(Y/S/N) didn't hesitate. His servos glowed with the familiar emblem of the Quadirectional Keeper, orange light illuminating his features. He aimed at the advancing guards with a swift motion, sending one of them hurtling back against the wall as if yanked by an invisible force. The guard's weapon clattered to the ground, the others momentarily startled.

(Y/C/N)'s optics narrowed with precision, and she stepped forward. Her Cynatcher Algorithm activated with a blue shimmer, and the floor material beneath the remaining guards began to warp, shifting and reshaping itself around their legs. The once-solid ground transformed into flowing metal tendrils that wrapped around the guards' limbs, immobilizing them.

"[SUSPICION] I don’t like this,” (Y/Cyb/N) muttered as he moved to the front, instinctively gripping the Laser-Blade he had just received. The sleek device hummed to life, its dual functionality glowing with power. His optics darted from one captured guard to another, the adrenaline of the fight pumping through his circuits. “They came too prepared. It’s like they knew exactly where we’d be.”

His sire nodded gravely, still catching his breath after using his Algorithm. “This isn’t a simple extraction mission. Someone’s been watching us closely.”

The air in the tower was thick with tension, and the trio remained alert. (Y/C/N) glanced down the corridor, motioning for them to keep moving. “We can’t stay here. They’ll send more—stronger ones. We have to get out of here and reach the surface.”

“Right. Let’s move quickly.” (Y/Cyb/N) took the lead, his Laser-Blade ready as they hurried down the stairs. His mind raced with questions—about the ambush, the council, and most of all, the significance of his existence as a Codex. But right now, survival was the priority.

As they descended, alarms blared in the distance, echoing through the halls. They had to act fast. The sound of more guards mobilizing heightened their urgency, the low rumble of armored footsteps closing in from the floors above.

Just before they reached the exit to the 10th floor, a new wave of guards blocked their path. These guards, however, looked different—more heavily armored, their visors glowing with a menacing red light. Their weapons were charged with energy, and they looked ready for a much more aggressive fight.

(Y/Cyb/N)’s sire cursed under his breath. “They brought in the elite forces. We can’t just fight through them. We need a plan.”

(Y/Cyb/N), gripping his Laser-Blade, glanced at the panel beside the door. “[IDEA] I think I can cause a distraction.”

His carrier looked at him, wary but trusting. “What are you thinking?”

He stepped closer to the panel with a determined glint in his optics, using his Saboteur Catalyst Algorithm. Though the cuffs had suppressed most of his abilities earlier, the guards hadn't accounted for his ingenuity. His servos flickered as he hacked into the building’s electrical system. The lights flickered, and a surge of energy raced through the circuitry.

Suddenly, the entire floor plunged into darkness.

“Go! Now!” (Y/Cyb/N) whispered urgently. His voice was barely audible over the chaos that erupted as the guards fumbled in the dark, their weapons discharging wildly, hitting walls and floors instead of their targets.

Using the cover of darkness, the trio sprinted forward, navigating through the confusion with the help of (Y/S/N)’s Quadirectional Keeper to pull guards out of their way and (Y/C/N)’s Cynatcher Algorithm to reshape the floor, tripping up their enemies.

Down the winding staircase, they ran, the cacophony of boots and shifting walls echoing around them. (Y/Cyb/N) tightened his grip on the Laser-Blade as they descended floor after floor, his optics darting to catch any movement in the dimly lit tower. Every step closer to the surface meant a chance for freedom, but every floor seemed to bring new threats.

“More guards will be coming from below!” (Y/C/N) called out. “We’ll have to fight through them or find another way.”

“I can’t keep the Quadirectional Keeper active forever,” (Y/S/N) warned. “Get ready, (Y/Cyb/N). You might have to use that weapon sooner than you think.”

(Y/Cyb/N) nodded, his optics narrowing as they reached the next landing. A new set of guards blocked their path, their stun rifles already aimed.

Without a second thought, he activated the Laser-Blade. The cyberknife gleamed with a sharp, glowing edge as he slashed downward. With the precision of the integrated laser, he cut through one of the guards’ weapons, disabling it in an instant.

“(Y/Cyb/N), behind you!” (Y/S/N) shouted.

He spun on his heel just in time to block a guard's attack with the knife portion of his weapon before unleashing a pulse of energy from the laser gun, knocking his attacker backward.

The fight intensified as the trio pressed forward, their Algorithms and newfound weapons pushing the guards back inch by inch.

“Just a few more floors,” (Y/C/N) urged. “We can make it. We just have to—”

Before she could finish, a thunderous BANG echoed from above them, shaking the entire stairwell. The building groaned, and (Y/Cyb/N) realized with a sinking feeling that reinforcements had arrived.

“We don’t have much time. They're bringing the heavy artillery now,” (Y/S/N) muttered darkly, looking up. His optics met (Y/Cyb/N)'s, filled with urgency and fear.

The sounds of machinery and metallic footsteps drew closer from both above and below. (Y/Cyb/N) tightened his grip. "[BRAVERY] Let’s finish this and get out alive."

He steadied himself, his spark pounding in sync with the rising tension. He glanced at his creators, their optics reflecting the same determination in their faces. They had come this far together, and now there was no turning back.

"[FOCUSED]," (Y/Cyb/N) reflexively narrated, his voice barely above a whisper as the trio prepared for the imminent clash.

The guards below were advancing quickly, but the reinforcements above were even more menacing. Heavy steps and the hum of high-tech weaponry filled the stairwell, signaling the arrival of more elite forces. They were cornered, and the only way out was down—straight through the heavily armed enemies blocking their escape.

"(Y/S/N), keep using the Quadirectional Keeper!" (Y/C/N) shouted. "We’ll take the ones below and push our way through!"

"Got it!" (Y/S/N)’s servo glowed with the orange energy of the Algorithm, the invisible force guiding the guards into disarray as they struggled to keep their balance. With a flick of his wrist, he sent two guards tumbling down the stairs.

(Y/Cyb/N) darted forward, his Laser-Blade humming as he slashed through another guard's weapon, then quickly shifted to block another strike from the left. The combination of blade and laser gave him the versatility he needed in such close quarters, and he fought with the urgency of survival.

The guards, though well-trained, were unprepared for the raw power of the Codexes. The trio worked in seamless coordination, with (Y/C/N) using her Cynatcher Algorithm to bend the guards’ weapons, disarming them quickly, while (Y/S/N) continued manipulating their movements with the Quadirectional Keeper.

Just as (Y/Cyb/N) cut down another guard, a deafening crash echoed from above. Heavy artillery had arrived, and with it, a squad of large, heavily armed Cybertronians descended from the upper floors, their armor gleaming in the low light.

"They're here!" (Y/C/N) yelled, eyes wide. "We need to get to the bottom, now!"

"We're not stopping!" (Y/Cyb/N) shouted back, his optics blazing with determination. "[RESOLVE]." He pushed ahead, slashing and firing in tandem as the enemies pressed closer.

Suddenly, a powerful blast struck the wall beside them, sending debris flying. (Y/Cyb/N) ducked, narrowly avoiding the impact as the structure groaned under the assault.

"We won’t make it if we don’t think fast!" (Y/S/N) called out over the chaos.

(Y/Cyb/N)'s optics flickered toward the nearest window. "We might not have to fight all of them. What if we break through the wall and take the jump?"

His creators exchanged a glance. It was a risky plan, but time was running out.

"(Y/S/N), can you use the Quadirectional Keeper to cushion our fall?" (Y/C/N) asked, her voice laced with urgency.

"[UNCERTAINY] I can try—"

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*CLICK!*

*WHIZZZ!* (x98)

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"FREEZE!"

All of a sudden, from both sides of the hall, targeting lasers were trained on them. Many Cybertronian guards had a rifle aimed at them. 

"You are all under arrest! Come with us peacefully, or we'll do it by force! On the count of ten, if you don't comply, you'll be offlined on the spot!"

The leading team shouted, his grip on his gun tightening. "Ten, nine…"

(Y/C/N) and (Y/S/N) looked at each other before they looked at (Y/Cyb/n), who was ready to go full beast mode with his abilities. They glanced at the window on their left and at each other, nodding. 

"(Y/Cyb/n)." (Y/C/N) grabbed his son's shoulders gently. "We'll need you to trust on this."

"[CONFUSED] [SCARED]" (Y/Cyb/n) reflexively narrated as he looked at his sire with confusion evident. "What are you talking about?"

"Look…" She sighed. "All we care for now is you escaping. You’re the one powerful Codex among us and our clan."

(Y/S/N)’s right servo was glowing a red color, prepared to use the Octa Hex. “We're sorry that we didn’t have time and went out as often as you wanted. We should’ve done that before this happened.” He spoke with regret, his left servo glowing to activate the Quadirectional Keeper.

“Sire, Carrier,” their son glanced between his creators. “What are you saying—”

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*CRASH!*

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He was cut off as the window on his left broke into shards from the Octa Hex’s. (Y/Cyb/n)’s eyes widened in panic, realizing where his solution was going. “[PANIC] [DESPAIR] Sire, Carrier—”

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*PING!*

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He was cut off when he saw the familiar emblem of the Quadirectional Keeper’s red-orange square grabbing his waist. “W-What are you doing!?”

“Get ready to fire!” The leading squad exclaimed.

“Goodbye, son,” (Y/C/N) smiled, coolant rubbing down her optics.

“We love you so much.”

(Y/Cyb/N)’s optics widened in shock as the Quadirectional Keeper’s force lifted him. The last thing he saw was his creators’ sorrowful faces before he was flung backward through the shattered window.

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*BOOM!*  

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Behind him, the heavy artillery fired, filling the stairwell with smoke, debris, and a wave of heat as explosions erupted where they once stood.

The wind roared in (Y/Cyb/N)’s audials as he plummeted through the air, his systems flashing warnings of rapidly decreasing altitude. "[PANIC] [LOSS] [BETRAYAL]," his voice whispered as the ground rushed toward him, his spark pounding against his chestplate. 

It felt as if everything was spinning out of control like he was losing everything and the world had torn away the only stable foundation he had ever known.

His optics narrowed as he quickly activated his algorithms upon recognizing the situation. 

But it was all too late.

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*CRASH!*

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(Y/Cyb/n) landed on the metal ground roughly. Pain shot through every sensor of his frame. It hurt so much he couldn’t scream as he struggled to regain his bearings. He could catch a glimpse of the explosion still occurring in the building. He narrowed his optics as he saw debris falling down.

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*CRUNCH!*

*CRACK!*

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A broken, static-like screen elicited from (Y/Cyb/n), the moment he was processing a pole penetrating through his left optic and two large metallic shards sticking on his neck wires and vocalizers.

“::REPORT: SYSTEMS DAMAGED BEYOND REPAIR. INITIATING: SELF-PRESERVATION SEQUENCE.::”

His body began to weaken as he felt Energon pool beneath it. He looked around and saw several Cybertronians watching the scene with shock and horror. Others arrived in confusion and disbelief. 

He didn’t have enough time to think, and his processor went fuzzy as a particular blue and golden-colored Cybertronian got closer.

And then everything went dark.

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Paint it Black (13) Diagnosing

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The Titans, Batman, and Alfred sat on the couch in a circle, as Black assumed the lotus position over by the window. For once, he wasn’t singing. 

“Let’s review,” Batman began. “Richard Grayson was volunteering at the Jump City hospital when he learned about Project: Duality, a rehabilitation project run by Dr. Jack White. He joined the project, and quickly found out there was much more to it than he anticipated.” 

“Richard recorded a series of videos on a Slade bot that shows the condition of the environment he was kept, as well as messages for us,” Raven added. 

“So you know who’s behind this?” Cyborg asked. 

“I’m fairly certain. I found it shocking at first, because the pair do not get along, and are rather hostile towards each other.” Batman threw down a pair of files on the table. “This is the work of Joker and Two-Face. That much I gleaned from the final video recorded. Two-Face works in duality. When Harvey Dent had his accident that left half of his body burned, he developed a dual personality. One of order, and one of chaos. In the video, one of the men is called ‘Harv,’ no doubt short for Harvey. I believe he hired Joker to create a toxin that would cause a similar effect so that he could create an apprentice.” 

“How did you know it was the Joker?” Beast Boy asked, fascinated. 

“As I said earlier, I recognized the alias Jack White, but more importantly, Robin said so in the video.” 

“He did?” Asked Cyborg. “I’ve watched it several times and I never—” 

“In his code.” 

Beast Boy thought for a moment. “But he sings Cotton-Eyed Joe and Karma Police. How does that—?”

“Joe-karma. Joe-kar. Joker.” 

The team stared in awe. 

“You’re good,” said Cyborg.

“I’m Batman.” 

“Why were they all the way out here?” Raven asked, “You said so yourself that it didn’t make sense that they were across the country.” 

“It didn’t. Not at first. But then I realized they came out here for the same reasons Robin did. 1.) Jump City has the second highest psychiatric hospitalizations in the country, right behind Gotham, and 2.) It's far away from me. I was actively looking for both of them. If this experiment was a three month long ordeal, they needed somewhere they wouldn’t be interrupted.”

“Somewhere where they wouldn’t be on anyone’s radar,” Raven frowned.  

“Well, let’s find them and beat them up!” Said Beast Boy, punching his palm, an action he had picked up from Robin. 

“I’d love to, but we still need to focus on Robin. I have an idea, but it may take a while to work. Joker’s venom is never the same concoction twice, but he does use similar components. These, I’m familiar with. I may be able to synthesize an antidote for the toxin, but I have to have a clean blood sample. No opioids, no sedatives, just the toxin.” 

“But…won’t that…?” Cyborg began to ask, remembering the trickle of dark fluid Robin coughed up. 

“It’s not ideal, no,” Batman agreed. “And I don’t know if we can truly get a clean sample with how long Oxycodone stays in the blood. But we need to try.” 

“So,” Beast Boy began, optimistic, “if we give him this antidote, Robin will be back?” 

“Yes and no. The opiates stabilize whatever concoction the Joker made which suppresses Robin’s Ego. The result is this persona that was created out of trauma. I clearly see a lot of age regression in him as well, so it’s compounded on the childhood trauma he had. If we cure the toxin, we’ll probably see Robin a lot more, but there’s no guarantee he won’t just switch into Black at a moment’s notice.” 

“How do we fix that?” Raven asked. 

“We convince him that being Robin is ideal and that Black is the part he should suppress. Besides that…we might not be able to fix him completely.” He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and folding his hands under his chin. “Are you all going to be able to handle that?” 

“Whatever it takes,” Starfire said. “I am prepared.”  

“Ditto,” said Beast Boy. “I can handle the occasional crazy Robin.” 

“I’m in,” said Cyborg. “He was always a little crazy.” 

“Let’s do it,” said Raven. 

“Where shall we start, Sir?” 

“First,” Batman smirked. “We need to wear him out.” He turned to the corner. “Hey Black!”

"Yes Sir Hops A lot!" Black saluted.

"Would you join us for a workout this afternoon?”

"Psh, do bears ride motorcycles?"

There was a long pause before Starfire whispered. "Do they?"

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Out on their course on the beach, Batman prepared a set of skill tests to measure Black's abilities. He was curious to see what the dynamic change was, if there was at all. Cyborg supplied him with the most recent charts Robin had filled out.

Black came out, his hair slicked back from hair gel, sunglasses, and Robin's work out pants. His many scars were visible on his torso, despite the red beater he wore. He could care less though. Walking through the doors, he walked with a slouched posture and exaggerated shoulder movement. “Awright,” he spoke with a terrible, thick Jersey accent. “Who’s ass am I kickin’? Where’s the gabagool?” 

Batman narrowed his eyes as he observed the scars. Once Black was tired, he’d try to get a better medical assessment. For now, he wanted to see how Robin was recovering from his ordeal, and if he could go back into the field. 

“What is a gabagool?” Starfire asked him, indulging his stupidity.

“What? You don’t know gabagool? That’s a load of gaaawbage!” 

Batman didn’t look back up from his charts. “Gotham is in New Jersey, and many people there have that accent.” Then he tacked on, “Gabagool is a type of deli meat, like capicola.”

“I did not think Black ate processed meat?”

“It’s just a fun word to say.” 

“Gabagool…gabagoooool,” Beast Boy chuckled in the corner. 

“Alright, children." Batman said, louder. "Let's get started. Black, front and center."

The delusional boy skipped up and stood rim rod straight, his hand in an 'L' shape on his forehead.

"I want to see what you're capable of, so we have some tests to run. Cyborg, if you please..."

Cyborg spoke up from the control panel. "We'll start you out on our obstacle course. Starfire will do it first to show how it's done." Then he called over to her. "Remember Star, no flying!"

"Comprehended!" She called back.

A red light by Cyborg told her to get into position. Yellow, she crouched. Green, she was gone.

Black watched in admiration as she slipped through the obstacles, no problem. Lasers grazed past her hair, sharp claws swiped and missed her skin. At the end, she landed perfectly and elegantly on her toes, not a hair out of place.

"How did I do?" She asked Cyborg.

"Almost matched your best time, by two seconds."

She snapped her fingers. "Flortoga!"

“Alright Black, it’s your turn.” 

The boy scratched his chin, then while keeping in his Jersey character, he asked "Do I gotta do it like that?”

Batman considered. "No...I guess you can do it anyway you want."

"Great!" He happily tottered over to the starting point.

"You ready?" Cyborg called.

"Whenever you are, you delicious chocolate man!"

Giggling came from the rest of the Titans as Cyborg shook his head and reset the test. “He’s not sane, Cyborg. He doesn’t know any better.” 

"BumbumbumbumbumBUM. BUM. BUM. BUM. BUM." Black started singing. 

The green light signaled and Black started. Right from the start, he started showing a hidden cleverness and intelligence. He took a separate route, still through the course, but the less dangerous way. Each move he made was calculated, and didn’t waste any energy. There was little running, mostly acrobatics to get big air from spot to spot. Lasers were guided so they aimed at him, but he moved so that he not only avoided them, but they took out each other. Then he surprised everyone as he sang while he moved. "The sun is shining in the sky, There ain't a cloud in sight. It's stopped raining, everybody's in the play and don't you know it's a beautiful new day?” He even threw in a few dance moves. 

Batman frowned, though not in disappointment. “Interesting song choice.”

“Mr. Blue Sky?” Beast Boy asked. “It’s a classic, and a personal fav. What’s so interesting about it?” 

“It doesn’t fit his theme.” 

“You mean the Radiohead theme? I think that was Robin’s doing. I think this is just Black goofing around.” 

“Perhaps.” 

“Running down the avenue, see how the sun shines brightly in the city, on the streets where once was pity, Mr. Blue Sky is living here today.” Black took an unnecessary risk by leaping sideways and cartwheeled through the air. He was almost nicked with a blade, but managed to twist himself out of the way at the last second. 

Batman scowled harder. “It’s a routine.” 

“I have never seen him perform such a routine,” said Starfire. “It is not in our battle plans.” 

“It’s not a training routine,” he clarified. “It’s…it’s an acrobatics routine.” 

“I do not understand,” Starfire apologized. 

“I don’t get it either,” said Beast Boy. “Was Robin really into gymnastics or something?” 

Batman huffed, not thrilled that he had to divulge such things. “I’ll tell you later. All of you. It’s…not a short topic.” 

“Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why you had to hide away for so long. Where did we go wrong?”

The team watched in fascination as Black seemed to bend the rules of physics to weave through this course. And he did it effortlessly. 

Like he had done it a hundred times before. 

“Hey you with the pretty face, welcome to the human race. A celebration, Mr. Blue Sky's up there waiting and today is the day we've waited for!”

He came to the end, landing like a gymnast would dismount, up on his toes with his arms up. Then he lost all feigned composure. "Whoo! Didja see that, son?! Bang! Pow! Whoosh! Zing!" He laughed wildly to himself as he ran to Batman, grabbed his hands and danced around. "I did it! I did it! Are you proud of me, Bunny Man?” 

“Unhand me," Batman spoke stoically.

"What's next huh? Huh!? Huh?! Uh-huh?! Huh!"

Batman placed a heavy hand on his head, to still him. "Calm your tits, kid." He looked over his chart, his mouth ticking to the side. "Matched Robin’s best time."

“Yay! I'm a match! Just rub my butt, and I'm on fire!"

Batman narrowed his eyes as he stared at his old partner, his adopted son, this insane stranger. 

He was completely unrecognizable. 

They spent the day out there. Every variation of the course they could conceive, they made Black run it. Any information they left over from Robin’s charts, they compared with Black. 

He either matched them, or squeaked just beyond. 

“I’m impressed,” Cyborg admitted, looking over Batman’s shoulder. 

“I’m not,” said Batman. “Training courses are good and helpful, but I would like to see him in a fight, hopped up on adrenaline.” 

“I have some footage of him during the few fights we saw him in.”

Batman handed the clipboard over. “Actually, I think I’d like to see it in person.” He stood in the middle of the brawl ring. “Black!” 

“Aye aye Captain!” 

“I’d like to brawl with you. No holds barred. Give it your all.” 

“Are you sure?” Beast Boy asked. 

Batman gave him a flat look. 

“Fair enough.” 

“You wanna wrassle?” Black beamed. “Let’s tussle!” He ran into the ring, getting into a fighting stance. 

Batman didn’t wait for a countdown or anything, but lunged forward to throw a punch. 

Black easily dodged, and launched an attack of his own, throwing a jab to the side that Batman left open. 

Batman grabbed his wrist and attempted to twist it backwards, but Black did a standing backflip to go with the twist, then spun on his heel and nearly kicked Batman in the face. 

“Wow Bunny Man! You’ve got the groove!” 

Batman didn’t say anything, just attempted to kick Black in the ribs. 

Black blocked the kick with his arm, then trapped his leg against his body. He smiled widely at Batman before punching Batman in the thigh with the side of his fist. 

Batman cried out as a searing pain dug into his leg. He reached forward and grabbed Black by the face, and shoved him away. 

Blood was trickling down his thigh. “Who gave you a knife?” Batman snarled. 

“I’m a man of many secrets,” Black grinned again. Then his smile faded as he saw the rage on Bat’s face. “You said no holds barred. I thought I was allowed to stab you.” 

“You wanna play dirty?” He growled. 

Black’s eyes flashed in delight as he darted towards Batman, ready to strike again, but Batman simply grabbed the front of his shirt, turned, and used the momentum to guide Black over and onto the ground. 

Batman reeled up to punch him, but Black somersaulted backwards, getting to his feet, before leaning back and nailing Batman in the jaw with his foot. He twisted, landing on his other foot, and then kicked Bat’s in the face again. 

While Batman reeled backwards, Black darted forward and attempted to jab him in the stomach. 

The fight would have taken a horrible turn if Batman hadn’t grabbed his wrist at the last second. 

Black had the knife again, and almost stabbed his father in the stomach. 

“We’re done,” Batman stated sternly. 

The smile on Black’s face was malicious and sinister. “What’s wrong, old man? Don’t like losing?” 

With the grip Batman had on his wrist, it took no effort to lock it and throw it out of joint. 

Black swore a tirade of foul curses against him, his family, and friends.  

“Not so fun being in pain, is it?” Batman hoisted him to his feet. 

Black’s anger dissolved into tears, as he started throwing a tantrum like a toddler. 

Batman just shook his head. 

Cyborg picked Black up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Back to the med bay with you.” 

Black attempted to hug Cyborg around the waist as he was carried away. 

Starfire sidled up to Batman and lifted him around the shoulders. “Pardon me if I am assuming too much, but you are injured. There should be no reason for you to walk on your injured leg.”

Batman didn’t argue. He couldn’t afford an injury right now, and Starfire carrying him would prevent it from getting worse. “Thank you, Starfire.” 

She smiled at him and rushed after Cyborg. 

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In the med bay, Alfred got to work patching Batman up while Raven and Cyborg put Black’s arm back into place.

“Of all the times you’ve been stabbed, I did not think Master Dick would be one of them.” 

“Makes me wonder how many criminals he has stabbed,” Batman winced as another suture went in the wound. 

“Johnny Rancid got it in the leg too,” said Beast Boy. “Made him lose control of his bike and crash into a wall.” 

“Jesus.” 

Black laid back on the bed, his arm in a sling while Raven did her best to knit the muscles back into place. He pouted as he stared at Batman. “You cheated,” he grumbled.

“I cheated?” Batman frowned back. 

“You called the fight off, and then you dislocated my arm. That was cheating!” 

Batman shifted his jaw and then answered, shortly, “fine. I cheated.” 

Alfred finished up, and gave him some Tylenol. 

Black perked up. “Can I have some of those?”

“No.” 

He pouted again. “This is cruel and unusual punishment.” 

Batman simply took a sucker out of his belt and tossed it to him. That shut Black right up.

“You don’t argue with him,” Cyborg noted. “Why are you indulging him?”

“Not indulging,” Batman insisted. “Compromising. I’ve worked with the insane for 20 plus years, and I always have better results if I compromise on the small things. Especially if they aren’t committing a crime. I’ve gotten Mr. Freeze to stay complacent in Arkham because I have Wayne Enterprises working on a cure for his sick wife, with his input. Poison Ivy gets rare and exotic plants for her cell that she couldn’t get anywhere else if she behaves. And Robin decides to trust whatever I tell him to do because I ‘get’ him.”

Black scooted back on the bed to lay down. The exercising worked, and he was tired. 

“So what next?” Asked Cyborg. 

“Now, we wait. He hasn’t had any opioids since last night, correct?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Then we keep him hydrated and wait until they move out of his system.”

“How long will that take?” Asked Beast Boy. 

“Probably another day at least. We’ll just have to keep an eye on him. No matter how much he whines, we can’t give him anything.” 

Black ‘hrmph’ed from his place on the bed. 

“Alfred, why don’t you make these kids some food? In the meantime, I’m going downtown to conduct my own investigation.” Without so much as a ‘goodbye’ he turned and left. 

Once he was gone, Black let out a long whimper and pouted. “Mr. Bunnyman is mad at me…” 

“Well, you stabbed him, what did you expect would happen?” Beast Boy snipped. 

Black started sniveling. “He told me to fight hard! I thought it was okay!” 

“It’s never okay to stab someone,” Raven told him, bewildered that she even had to. “Where did you put that knife?”

He put his finger to his lips. “Izza secret.” 

“Hand it over,” she said sternly. “You don’t want me to find it on my own.” 

He blew her a raspberry and took the knife out of his pocket. “Fine, Mrs. Killjoy.” 

“It is for your safety, Black,” Starfire insisted. 

Black started bobbing his head, grooving, one might say, then sang, “You got some nerve, coming here.”

“And we lost him again,” Cyborg rolled his eyes. 

“You got some nerve coming here. You stole it all, give it back.” 

Raven ignored him and stowed the knife. “Let’s all move to the ops room and help Alfred with dinner.” 

“You stole it all, give it back,” Black sang. 

“Uh…I don’t think Robin liked that you took his knife.” Beast Boy pointed out. 

“Well,” Raven poked Black in the chest. “Robin can get over it. If he cares about our safety, he’s not going to let Black have a knife.” She huffed, then looked at Starfire. “Keep an eye on him, would you? When he decides he wants to join us, he can.”

She went to the hall, with a bit more anger in her step than she intended. 

Black’s voice followed her.“Good morning, Mrs. Magpie. How are we today? Now you've stolen all the magic. You turn your back, walk away.”

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CY!!!!!!!!!!

hi im CY also known as CYBER MONDAY also known as SIGN HERE also known as SYNAPSE RETROGENESIS also known as SCIENCE RASCAL and a billion other names!!!!

im a Minor [16 !! birthday may 3!] and im a xenogender mexican werestar girl who's pretty genderscrewed

mie/mym/myrself [<-prefered] cy/cyb/cyberself, she/her, it/its, plural they/them/themselves

INTERESTS: Flatland, Nuclear Throne, Rain World, speculative biology, bugs n plants n fish n fungus, Underverse, Hollow Knight, probly more but I forget

I DO: drawing, gaming, animations and animatics and memes, writing fanfic, 2d specbio, writing poems that dont rhyme and are bad, knitting, taking pictures, programming

THINGS THAT ARE MINE:

@2d-dreams my flatland sideblog and its related blogs: @messiahdev my gamedev blog where i make flatland games n other stuff like shimeji and ukagaka; @the-arts-of-being my fanfic's Ask/Send-the Characters-Anything blog

@ants-colony my gimmick blog abt ants [they hibernating]

TAG SYSTEM:

usually dont tag anything other than own ramblings and spiders, bugs never tagged many bugs here

#cyber.txt - general chatter from me, sometimes goes along with other names like yv.txt or cipher.txt etc.. but always use this

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#cookie jar - nice things

#hall of fame - funny posts i want to see again i think

THINGS IVE DONE OR AM DOING:

The Arts of Being [TAoB], completed fanfic of a guy in a 2d world. Also Memories of a Broken Plane [MoaBP] section TBA