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And The Stars Will Guide Us Home; Chapter 5

A Batfam/BSD crossover series, Dazai x Fem! Reader

Chapter four <------ Chapter Five -------> Chapter six

It all happened so fast.

All he can see are flashes,

“You are gonna be just fine, kid.”

small spews of light,

“Just fine. I promise.”

and smoke.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

Yay an Atsushi chapter! I wrote this one a lil differently than the last one, I hope yall like it!

Word count: 5372

Content warnings: Canon typical violence, Atsushi meeting Aktugawa

It all happened so fast.

All he can see are flashes,

“You are gonna be just fine, kid.”

small spews of light,

“Just fine. I promise.”

and smoke.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

Atsushi wakes with a start, gasping for air, fingers grasping onto unfamiliar bedding.

Where am I?

Closing his eyes, he tries to remember but he can only recall each memory in sparks. Each moment a spotty reel of film, rewinding.

Flashes and tiny pools of light.

Small, hot, pointing shards of gravel digging into his skin.

A sharp, yet suddenly fading pain on his side, and,

That voice. 

“You are gonna be just fine, kid. Just fine, I promise.” 

It was soft, like an angel welcoming him into heaven, and right in that moment Atsushi was partially convinced that it actually was.

“That is your karma, weretiger.” a sickly voice replays in his head, barging recklessly into the moment of angelical peace, away from his angel's comfort and into a deathly chokehold. 

 “Your life is bound to cause only misfortune for those around you.” A haunting chill binds itself to Atsushi, seeping through every inch of him down to his core. The voice latches itself to his deepest insecurities and festers and bubbles, bringing a wave of nausea with it.

“Oh, good you’re up.” a voice interrupts, pulling him out of his head and away from the grasp of painful memories.

“EEP!” the boy cried, jumping in his skin, head turning to the chair placed across from him.

“Oh, it’s you.” the boy says relieved. 

“Well don’t sound too excited, now.” Yoru gently teases.

He shakes his head “I- I didn’t mean it-!”

She waves him off. “I was just messing with you.” scooting her chair a little closer to him, she asks “How are you feeling?”

He shrugs. “A little sore.” 

“I meant emotionally, but I guess a little sore is better than other outcomes.” she retorts.

He bites the inside of his cheek. “I- I don’t know.” He replies honestly.

She nods. “That’s okay too.” said Yoru. “Can you tell me what happened? ‘Cause I'm really confused how everything can go to hell so quickly after I leave. I was only gone for like an hour- hour and a half maybe?” she guesses. “Who knew you were such a troublemaker, tiger boy.”

“I-i’m not!” he retorts. “It’s just-.. I only-” he stumbles.

“Take your time.” Yoru said sincerely.

Atsushi sighs. How did this all happen?

“Well I guess it starts with Dazai hitting on a woman and getting beat up by Kunikida for it.” he shares.

“Again?”

“Yep.” he confirms. “This time, it was a client.”

“So beautiful!” The bandaged detective complimented, delicately grasping the  clients hand. “You remind me of a lotus blossom, all at once elegant and ephemeral. Would you care to join me in a double sui-”

Crash! 

And as if it weighed nothing at all Dazai flew from Kunkida’s right hook, shocking the client and the other two detectives who were wrong for expecting anything but this tomfoolery when it comes to Dazai.

Kunikida just sighs, as if it was a regular occurrence (for them it probably was.) and apologizes for his colleagues behavior, telling the group how they can ‘carry on’ while he ‘takes care of it’, followed by the slightly muffled yelling of Kunikida reprimanding him. Meanwhile, the client continued on, unfazed. 

“Please let me expand a little on my request.”

“Oh! Of course!” replied Junichiro, who unlike the client, was distracted by his coworkers casual display of violence

“You see, there’s recently been a group of seedy looking individuals loitering in the back alley of my company building.” she continued, while the ruckus from the closet continued.

“Can you give us more details?” Junichiro asks.

“They wear clothes that are very old and tattered. We’ve heard some of them speak in a foreign language, but none of us can identify it.”

“If I had to guess,” starts Kunikida, emerging from the closet leaving a possibly concussed Dazai (Atsushi makes a mental note not to mess with Kunikida, before asking himself if it's even possible to piss him off as much as Dazai does.) “i’d say they sound a lot like smugglers. They are unavoidable in a port town like this one. With their numbers, the police can’t do much to stop them.”

“Right.” she confirms. “If we had empirical evidence of their activity, we could shut them down for good. That’s why” 

“You want us to get that evidence for you, right?” Kunikida finishes. “Hey kid.” 

Atsushi looks up to his senior. “Huh?”

“You’re on point.”

“Ehhhhhh?” 

“Relax,” said Kunikda, noticing this viable panic on the boy's face. “Smugglers are rarely violent, so you just need to keep watch in case they try to make a break for it. It’s really the perfect first job for a rookie.” he explains.

“Yeah but-”

“Junichiro, I want you to accompany him.” Kunikida interrupts.

“O-okay!” Junichiro accepts, quickly standing up. 

She wanted us to get evidence that there were smugglers loitering around the back of her work, so Kunikida told Junichiro and I to stake out there and take photos to give to the police.”

Yoru nods in understanding.

“Then he showed me a picture of someone and told me to avoid them at all costs. He’s an ability user, like us who works for a group called the Port Mafia. His name is Aktugawa.”

She nods again. “Okay, then what happened?”

“Well…” he starts. “The client was walking us to her workplace..”

“Seriously?” Asks Junichiro.

“Yes, If detective work ever becomes something you are no longer interested in, you would be an incredible actor.” Atsushi gushes. “I was convinced you were some crazy person that broke into the agency!” 

“Yeah,” Junichiro rubs at his neck. “I’m still sorry about that.”

Atsushi waves him off, “Don’t be, you were only doing what you were told to do, and you did a pretty good job at it too! So did your girlfriend, If i’m being honest-” 

“Girlfriend?” asks Junichiro with furrowed brows.

“Yeah,” Atsushi tilts his head in confusion. “The girl with the jet black hair? Are you two not dating? I'm sorry, I kinda assumed with the way you guys hugged afterwards.”

Junichiro lets out a laugh. “Atsushi, Naomi is my little sister. She gave me a hug because she was proud of me since I didn’t think I could portray a good enough villain for your entrance exam.” he sighs. “I really should’ve toned down my performance though, since now she keeps on trying to sign me up for acting jobs.” he grumbles. 

“B-But you guys look nothing alike?” Atsushi retorts.

“That’s because she’s my step sister,” he reveals. “We are just close enough that I don’t use ‘step’ anymore.”

“Oh that must be nice!” said Atushi. “I never really had siblings of any kind so…” Atsushi trails off awkwardly. He didn’t really feel like bringing the fact that he’s an orphan into the conversation because not much kills the mood faster than ‘oh my parents didn’t want me. Or they died. Either way, no family for me!’

Junichiro shrugs. “To be honest, I hated it for a while.”

Atsushi’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Junichiro nods. “For a good chunk of my life, it was only my Mother and I. My father was never in the picture and I grew comfortable with it just being the two of us. Then my mom got this new boyfriend all of a sudden, and what made matters even worse is that he had a daughter.” he reveals. “They assumed since we were both girls and around the same age we would get along.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Atsuhsi stops. “Both girls?”

He nods. “I’m trans, and I came out after my Mom and Step-dad got together.”

“Oh, okay.” said Atsushi.

“I despised Naomi. So, so, much. I don’t know how much of it was because she was my Step dads daughter and hated her in correlation, or because she made me think that my mother wanted a feminine daughter, or just a daughter, really. And I couldn’t give her that.”

Atsuhsi nods.  

“I mean I was polite to her while they were dating, but never really went out of my way to be kind. I was kind of banking on the possibility that they would break up and everything would go back to the way that it was, but after the wedding I gave up and just started ignoring Naomi.” he admits. “Well, to be fair, I kinda started ignoring everyone and went through my ‘edgy, nobody understands me’ phase.” he shutters. “That was a very dark time.” 

Atsushi tried, but couldn’t picture Junichiro as anything but a kind, smaller and  slightly more awkward version of himself. Envisioning him as anything else just felt wrong.

“Then, Naomi’s dad passed away in a car accident, and my mother and I became her only family.” he shares a bit somberly. 

“What happened to her mother?” Atsushi asks.

“She died giving birth to Naomi, and I don’t know much about her extended family, so I'm guessing they just weren’t around.” he sighs. “I- I was awful to her. Instead of seeing a little girl who lost her only family, I only saw a pest that hogged all my mothers time, energy and focus. My mother wasn't quite well off when it was the two of us, and now we had to take into account another child. We got all of my stepfather’s assets but he wasn’t particularly rich either and it didn’t cover the major changes we had to undergo. My mom was really struggling, and instead of trying to take a load off from her by helping Naomi transition to her new life, I just blamed everything on her instead.”

“W-well you can’t blame yourself for the things you said when you were a child!” Atsushi chimes in. “You were also struggling with a lot of changes too!” Atsushi bites his lip awkwardly. What exactly is he supposed to say to this? He didn’t think growing up in an orphanage would make him this clueless when it comes to comforting people, but he guesses that may fall under the social skills category he already knows he's deficit in.

Junichiro nods. “Yeah, I know. But it still doesn’t change the fact that my actions hurt others.” he states. “I was going through a lot of conflicting issues and I took them out on the people closest to me. It took me too long to come to terms with my actions and to realize that Naomi is actually pretty cool.” he chuckles. “Do you know how crafty that girl is?” he asks. “Whether it's the clothes she makes or the insults she dishes out, she always seems to amaze me. I just wish I had given her a chance before.” he shakes his head, as if he was expelling a thought. “But that’s why I always try to be there for her now, to make up for lost time. That’s why we moved to Yokohama together in the first place!”

“Really?”

Junichiro nods. “The school Naomi goes to has classes that specialize in fashion. She applied on a whim and forgot about it, assuming she’d never get in, until she received a letter in the mail. Mom was apprehensive about her moving away to a large city by herself so I offered to move with her.”

“Wow, that’s very nice of you Junichiro!” 

He shrugs. “Eh, I didn’t have much else planned anyway, so moving out here wasn’t going to disrupt any of my plans or anything.”

“Is that when you joined the agency?” Atsushi asks innocently.

Junichiro freezes up. “U-uh yeah.” he laughs awkwardly. “I was originally working as a waiter when I was scouted… it was kinda crazy actually.”

“Well it couldn’t have been crazier than my entrance story.” Atsushi jokes.

“Yes.” he said seriously, looking Atsushi in the eyes. “Yes, it definitely can be.” 

Looking slightly behind the now frazzled Atsushi, Junichiro squints his eyes. “Is that-” he whispers, walking to the display window beside him. “No way!” he exclaims, eyes wide and fingers smudging the glass. 

“What is it?” Atsushi asks, peering into the display. He didn’t see anything too noticeable right off the bat, it was just another antique store display. 

“Right there!” Junichiro points.

Atsushi squints. “That necklace?”

“Yes!” He cheers. “That’s Naomi’s necklace!” He runs his hands through his ginger hair in disbelief. “Wow, I never thought I'd see it again!” Noticing the confused expression on Atsushi’s face he chuckles. “This was her mothers necklace. Her father gave it to her when he believed she was old enough to not lose it, and she wore it every day.” he shares. “A few years ago it was stolen out of her locker when she was swimming in gym class. She was heartbroken.” he shakes his head. “I just can’t believe I found it.”

Atsushi takes a closer look at the necklace. It was definitely an interesting The pendant on it looked like it was some magical mirror that you would see in castles and story books. The edges with delicately rimmed with intricate designs and swirls, and was painted gold that matches the chain attached with it. Or it was supposed to, but the throes of time had diminished the shine to a coppered bronze. What he found particularly strange though, was instead of having a reflective glass in the center like a real mirror does, there was a decorative one instead with swirls of pinks and purples, all leading to a tiny fan carved into the glass. 

“Are you sure it’s hers?” he asks. “It would be a very big coincidence, y’know.”

Junichiro nods. “Do you see that tiny chip on the bottom?”

Atsushi nods.

“Naomi chipped it when I first taught her how to skateboard. She fell and skinned up her arm real bad, but the only thing she could focus on was that tiny lil chip.” he reveals. “Wow, I need to buy this for her.” 

“Is everything alright?” The client asks, making the boys flinch.

“Oh, yes, yes, everythings fine.” Junichiro replies, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, not quite making a convincing show that he didn’t momentarily forget why they were there in the first place. “I just-” he sighed. “I saw a necklace my sister had stolen years ago. It was her mothers, and it just threw me off to see it.” he shares, looking a tad defeated. “I’ll have to buy it on the way back, I apologize for getting distracted.” he bows. 

“Go buy it.” 

Junichiros head pops back up. “W-what?”

“Go buy the necklace.” the client said, a gentle, almost sad, smile gracing her lips. “The smugglers don’t usually appear until about…” she checks her watch “half an hour from now. You buying something real quick shouldn’t throw us off schedule.” she states. “But go quickly.”

“Y-yes ma'am!” he replies, throwing open the door to the shop and running inside. 

“Ohhhhh.” realizes Yoru.

“What?” replies Atsushi.

“Nothing.” she waves him off. “What happened after he got the necklace?” 

“Then-” Atsushi gulps. “She led us to the alley.”

“Hm, that’s strange.” Junichiro wonders aloud. “Is this really the right spot Miss..”

“Higuchi.”

“Miss Higuchi, smugglers tend to be a very cautious bunch of individuals, they’ll always have an escape route planned.” Junichiro informs. “And yet, this place leads to a dead end. If anyone came from that direction they’d be trapped.”

And just like that, any remains of that sorrowful smile drains away from her features. “That’s correct.” she said, tying her hair up. “I must apologize for deceiving you and leading you both into a trap. She slid her dark shade over her face and grabbed her phone from her pocket, clicked a button and held it to her ear. “My actual targets are standing right in front of me.” she reveals. “Akutagawa, it’s me,” she greeted into her phone. “I have them cornered, as planned.”

Akutagawa?! Isn’t that who Kunikida warned me about?!

“SHE’S WITH THE PORT MAFIA!” Junichiro yells, tackling Higuchi. “ATSUSHI GET DOWN!” Atsushi nearly throws himself to the ground, missing the rain of bullets by the skin of his teeth.

“Get. Off. Me!!!”  she grunts, attempting to shove him off with one gun while the other lands on the ground with a clack. Then with a grunt, she knocks the butt of the gun against his jaw, sending him back. 

Fixing her glasses and now standing tall over him she chuckles. “I’ll do your sister a favor and place her precious necklace around your neck so it’s the first thing she sees when they deliver your corpse.” she said wickedly, gun pointed to the center of his head. 

“Keep her name out of your filthy mouth!” he shouts, each word growing in fevor. “Special ability! Light snow!”

Green strands of light cloak around him as freckles of light rained down around them. “Doesn’t look like snow to me.” she states as strands of green decorates the space around them.

“Atsushi, stay far behind me.” Junichiro warns. Nodding, he stands far away from his co-worker, anxiously waiting for his rebuttal. 

“Ugh this is taking too long.” she groans, shooting Junichiro point blank making Atsushi recoil into himself just to see the boy crumble and fade away into green pixelated code.

“What?!” screams Higuchi.

“My light snow ability transposes the entire space into a digital realm.” Junichiro voices, but Atsushi couldn’t see where from. It was like he was watching Higuchi, taunting her from outside their arena.

“Damn it!” she cursed, scanning the alley for any trace of him.

“I’ve superimposed the imagery upon myself, so it’s impossible to recognize where I am!” 

“Even so, my bullets can still hit you!” she sneered, firing at every angle and direction, in hopes of locating the boy.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” 

Out of thin air, hands gripped tight around her neck, relentless despite the struggle she put up. Choking, Higuchi releases her guns and tries to claw at the hands, begging for release, but to no avail. Junichiro then becomes visible to the human eye as he puts every ounce of energy into protecting him and his friend, hands growing tighter and tighter. Drool drips down her chin, and her hands begin to drop, breathing becomes weary before it all stops.

Junichiro falls to the ground, blood pooling down his chest.

Before Atsushi could even cry out his name, he sees him.

“Be careful of this man.” Kunikidas' voice rings through his head. “If you see him, run.”

There in all his murderous glory, stood the very man Kunikda warned him about;

Akutagawa. 

His sheer presence alone radiated power and malice as he looked down at the detectives. He peered over them as if they were nothing but the rats that invested these alleys as he coughed. “The stance of death,” he hissed, heels clicking with every striking step he took. Tendrils of raw energy emitting from the man fill the dim and cramped alley, crawling up the beaten brick walls in flickers and dashes of red. “Doesn’t discriminate from those who seek it, do you not agree?” 

Atsushi could only shake in fear as Aktugawa marches over to his subordinate and introduces himself. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Aktugawa. Like this woman here, I am one of the Port Mafia’s Black Dogs.’ He said before falling into another cough.

“Mr Aktugawa!” Higuchi pleads, standing up after her recent assault. “I can handle this by myself!”

SMACK!

Akutagawa's hand glides swiftly across her cheek, taking even Atsushi back for a moment. 

“My orders were  to take the weretiger alive, and yet here you are gunning everyone down!” He shouts. “You useless mongrel! Back off!” 

“I’m sorry.” she nearly whispers, avoiding his eyes.

“Take the weretiger alive…?” Atsushi repeats. “I- I’m the one you’re after?”

“But of course,” he answers, not even thinking highly enough to look at the boy. “The objective of this mission has always been you, and you alone, weretiger. Your friend has gotten caught in the crossfire.” he explains. “Just an unfortunate consequence.”

Atsushi gasps, but he feels as if no air is entering his lungs. “All of this..is because of me?”

“Indeed,” he confirmed, finally looking at the boy. “That is your karma, weretiger. Your life is bound to cause only misfortune to those around you.

Memories flood his head of those familiar words;

 “Get out you good-for-nothing!”

“The world would be a better place if you just died in a ditch somewhere!”

“You aren’t welcome here, and you’ll never find a place where you do belong!”

Voices of those who were supposed to protect him when he was the most vulnerable, yet only drew harm and cast him away.

“That’s… my ..karma? He asks himself more than the man he faces.  Am I really doomed to cause pain and misfortune to others? What did I do to deserve this? Why-?

Atsushi didn’t even notice the striking black flash of his ability until it was only centimeters too close and left a welting crater into the gravel beside him. 

“Naturally I missed on purpose that time, but my Rashoumon has been growing very hungry.” he shares, the black and red tendrils forming a dragon-esque creature hovering above the man, awaiting his very command. “I intend to take you in alive, but if you decide to resist, then I will have no choice but to have it consume your leg next time.”

“B-but why?” Atsushi whimpered. “Why is this happening to me?” Is this my fault too? Do I make everyone around me suffer? Just by being alive?  

“A-atsushi..” Junichiro groans. “Run, run away, you got to…”

Junichiro! He’s still alive!

“Now that  you’ve joined our ranks, you  should try and act accordingly.” Kunikdas words from earlier replay in his head. “Work to uphold the agency’s good name.”

With newfound vigor from Kunikdas words, Atsushi knows what he has to do. 

With a scream of passion, he darts towards Akutagawa. 

“A fool’s errand, how tiresome.” Aktugawa complains, sending Rashoumon his way, but Atsushi only slides down beside him and picks up Higuchi’s forgotten gun and unloads it all into the man's back.

Only to see the jacket absorb the bullets and let out a deadly roar, with every bullet falling to the gravel like discarded trash. 

“I’ll commend you on a noble effort,” Aktugawa proclaimed as his coast began to fester and roar, begging, screaming, like the souls trapped in hell, begging for a release. “But in the end, it was a futile attempt. My Rashoumon’s hunger knows no bounds, it devours everything around it. It consumed the very space your bullets were attempting to cross in order to reach me. No matter what kind of weapon you might try  to use, none can reach me in this present state.”

How is anyone supposed to stand a chance against him?!

“Unfortunately for you,” he sneers, eyer glaring into Atsushi’s, “I keep my promises.” 

“Okay, then what happened?” Yoru asked after a prolonged pause.

“I….” Atsushi grips at his leg, evidential proof going against his memories. “I don’t know. I thought-” he sighs. 

‘Hey,” Yoru said, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “I’m not here to judge, okay?” she comforts. “Just tell me what you remember.”

Atsushi bites his lip and avoids her gaze. “I…I remember this pain.” he starts. “This unbearable pain, unlike anything I've ever experienced before.”

Yoru nods, encouraging him to continue. 

“Then I just had this…rage. This red hot rage came from within, and it almost kinda…took over?” he tries to explain, sighing again when the words fall quite right. “I’m not quite sure what happened after that. Everything gets really fuzzy.” 

“That makes sense.” Yoru said. 

“It does?” he asks, finally meeting her eyes again.

She nods. “Yeah, it does. A lot of very big things happened within the course of minutes, I'm honestly surprised you could recount this much. I bet a lot of people couldn’t.”

“H-how would you know?” 

“Hm?”

“I’M SORRY! That sounded a little rude!” Atsushi apologizes. “Y-you just seem very knowledgeable in this sort of thing and I was just curious y’know? I’m not trying to doubt or-”

 “Atsushi,” she laughs. “It’s fine. I understand what you mean.” she assures. “I told you I taught self defense, right?” 

Atsushi nods. 

“Well, even though a good chunk of my students took the class as a precaution, many took it after they experienced an event where being able to protect themselves would  have been vital.” she shares.”Gotham is a pretty shady city, and we had plenty of dangerous people making rounds there, ability users or not, and I've grown accustomed to hearing the stories.”

Atsushi had a feeling that Yoru held some dangerous stories of her own, but he wasn’t going to push. “Actually…” he starts. “I remember a tiny bit more, but it’s kinda silly…”

“I doubt it.” Yoru said. “Go on.”

“Well,...” he rubs the back of his neck. “I remember a bunch of smoke, and laying on the ground feeling helpless, when I heard this voice…”

“Voice?” Yoru repeats, confused.

Atsushi nods. “Yeah, a voice.” he confirms, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “This voice, it kept telling me I was gonna be okay, and everything was gonna be alright. Then I woke up here.” he explains. “Do you think I'm hearing things?

Yoru chuckles, “No, only the things you are supposed to.” she jokes. “That was me, I said that.” 

“WHAT?!” he says a bit too loudly, the blush on his face growing rapidly as Yoru ‘shhhh’s him. “That was you?!”

Yoru nods.

“B-but, I thought you were with Ranpo! H-how did you find me?” 

“I was just escorting him to the train station.” she explains. “I was trying to go back to the office but no one thought of letting me know exactly where that is.” she grumbled slightly. “I was close enough to hear the gunshots, and I ran towards the alley. You guys are very lucky I was nearby and even more lucky that Higguchi lady had a horrible shot and hit a gas pipe. I was able to run in and grab you both before the smoke cleared.”

“Both?” Atsushi repeated, suddenly remembering he wasn’t the only one injured. “Oh my god! Is Junichiro okay?!” he asks throwing off his blanket about to stand up before Yoru pushes him back down. 

“Slow down there, buddy boy. Yosano may have patched you up, but you still need to rest.” Yoru scold. 

“But I need to know if he’s okay!” he protested.

Yoru pulls back the curtain to show a sleeping Junichiro, with a curled up Naomi right next to him. “He’s doing just fine. He woke up briefly earlier and is just resting now. Naomi has been by his side the whole time and almost needed to be sedated when I brought him in. She was hysterical.” she reveals. “Man is lucky to have someone that  cares about him that much.” she said, pulling the curtain closed. 

A feeling of guilt grew in Atsushi’s stomach. He only got hurt because of me. Everyone only suffers because of me, this is my fault. I don’t deserve to-”

“Ow!” Atsushi recoils, rubbing his forehead where Yoru just flicked him

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Beating yourself up.” she explains. “It changes nothing.”

“Wha-” how did she know? “But-”

“But nothing, Atsushi.”

“But he was right!” cried Atsushi, crossing his arms and squeezing them for comfort, placing tiny bruises along his skin. 

Yoru furrows her eyebrows. “Who?”

“Aktugawa, the guy from the Port Mafia.” he mutters. “I’ve only been here a few days and only caused problems,” he shares. “Whether it's with you, having to carry me home and comfort me late at night, or with Junichiro who almost died.” he cried, tears forming in his eyes. “I-” he sniffles. “Maybe I should hand myself over to the Mafia…”

“Absolutely not.” 

Atsushi has never heard her voice so cold and stern before, and it almost scared him. “What..?

“Y’know what all members of organized crime have in common?” she asks methodically. “Whether they are as simple as a neighborhood street gang or as complex as a mafia. Hell, if you aren’t afraid to get controversal, you can throw in political groups too. No matter how big and powerful they all are or aren’t, every one of them all have this in common. Can you guess what it is, Atsushi?”

“Um, power?” he meekly replies.

She lets out a humorless laugh. “God, that’s what they want to think.” she shakes her head. “No,” she looks directly at him. “They are all pawns.”

Atsushi feels a shiver run down his spine, but can’t quite understand why.

“No matter how high you climb that ladder, you are still a pawn controlled by someone, or something else. They get so illusioned by the concept of power and control that they don’t realize they have none.” she sighs and shakes her head once again, the coldness in her eyes seeping away into something into couldn’t quite identify. “You don’t-” she sighs, contemplating her words. “You don’t  join groups like the Mafia with anything to live for.” she reveals. “You sell your soul at the chance of having any kind of control, any kind of power because at that point, you have none. They like to lure you in with the promise of family, weath, a home, and promise you that all while handing you a gun and telling you to kill.”

“H-how do you know this?”

She sighs. “I was one of those people, once upon a time.” she reveals, shifting in her chair. “Young, naive and desprate in a foreign land. I made mistakes, big ones.” she shrugs. “But that’s why I know that you aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last either.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“They are are pawns, including Aktugawa. He’s saying what he knows will get under your skin so he can get you to fold. Your just another job. I highly doubt you were the first vulnerable person he tried to take advantage of and I know for a fact you won’t be the last. If you hand yourself over to them you’ll just be another job done, and you have came too damn far and worked too damn hard too give up. Not just that, but the Mafia will think that the Agnecy is just a measly obstacle in their way. Sure, maybe they’ll start by wanting you, but who’s next?” she asks. “If they can take a weretiger from us what’s gonna stop them from trying to take a boy with an illusion ability, or a boy with super strength?”

“B-but what if they attack the agency?”

“The Port Mafia has been rivals againt the agency long either of us arrived here. If they really had the ability to take us out, wouldn’t they have by now?”

Atsushi shrugs. “Yeah, that does make sense.”

“I meant when I said everything is gonna be fine, kiddo.” she says playfully,  messing up his hair. “Aktugawa is just a coward who wants to save his own skin. Don’t listen to him, okay? Besides, I told you I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you, and i think I did a pretty good job at that, no?” she jokes. “I’mma go get some water, you go and get some more sleep, alright?”she tells him, pulling back the curtain, before pausing. “Oh yeah, and Atsushi, can we keep the bit about my past between us? I don’t like sharing that bit about me, for obvious reasons.”

He nods, before calling out to her before he can stop himself.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Y’know, in the alley when you told me those things?”

She nods. “Yeah, what about it?”

“I- thought you were a angel or something,” he shares, blushing slightly. “I mean, you kinda are, they way you saved me and all!”

Yoru gives a sweet, almost sad smile that Atsushi couuldn’t quite place.

“Get some rest, Atsushi.

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Did I change Junichiro and Naomi’s relationship entirely? Yes, yes I did. Do I regret it in any way? No, no I do not. 

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Bio!Dad Bruce Wayne AU - Super Meet

Initial idea | How it Happened | Addition by iggy-of-fans | Reply to iggy’s Addition | Summer Begins | Summer Part 2 | Supers Meet (you are here) | Scarecrow Interlude |

SO we have two ways that the Parisian Super Squad meets the Batfam. 

The first, which I’m only writing down because I cannot forget about it, and its hilarious is: the Super Squad gets to Gotham, gets Mari’s texts, gets to their hotel room, throws their stuff in, transforms, and starts running around looking for her. They find her walking around the fashion district with the Wayne’s. Adrien, as Chat Noir, spies Marinette first. And, in typical fashion, acts first and thinks later. 

So basically the Wayne’s watch a young, blonde, male version of catwoman throw an incredibly expandable baton between them and Mari, jump down, pick her up. Say “Bonjour. Au revoir.” And then make his expandable baton extend again and carry the now screeching Marinette to the top of the building where the rest of the Super Squad is waiting. Luka is going to strangle him. Holy shit. Chat Noir? More like Chat NO-ir!

The Batfam, of course, suits up and starts chasing after them. In full daylight. (These are the perfect opportunity for “Only in Gotham tweets” tbh) They catch up to Marinette berating all of them in incredibly loud and frantic French. As Multimouse. Going on about how irresponsible it was to leave Paris unprotected! Yes she knows Hawkmoth was defeated but it is the principle of the matter!! And they left BEFORE she told them about what happened with her bio!family and Batman! ALSO THEY KIDNAPPED HER IN BROAD ASS FUCKING DAYLIGHT IT DOESN’T MATTER IF THIS IS GOTHAM YOU SHUT YOUR TRAP CHAT! 

The whole squad looks so defeated but then Mari starts crying and throws herself into Chat’s arms going on about how good it is to see them and she’s so happy they’re here and they’re so so stupid! And then its a hug pile. Big hug pile. The Batfam looks on in utter confusion bc, again, only like. Two of them know French. Then Batman coughs and they all look up and just. Don’t move. Maybe if they don’t move he won’t see them. 

“... I need to be taking Miss Dupain-Cheng back to her family, now.” 

“But-!” WHACK (why yes that’s the sound of Marinette kicking at them all)

“You kidnapped a girl in front of her family with no warning, in a very dangerous city. I’m sure her family would like the reassurance that she’s safe.” 

So Batman and the Robins take Marinette back to Wayne Manor and Alfred clings to her (like he totally didn’t put everything together already they’re all so obvious). And then the Batfam, minus costume, comes barreling down the stairs and they all tackle Marinette and its another hug pile. Bc holy shit Mari why did you get kidnapped by your so called friends? Oh, they’re stupid? Can relate. 

And then. Of course. Guess who shows up at the door. Just peeks their heads in, detransformed of course. “Uh, hi? We’re friends of Marinette? We’re here to visit her?” 

Bruce is shrieking like WHY. WHY IS THIS SHIT GENETIC?! Internally. Can’t spill the beans QUITE yet. 

Anyway, INTRODUCTIONS GALOR, YADA YADA, Dick and Adrien get along so well. Too well. Kagami and Damien also get along well too (they’re both ready to stab a bitch, don’t test them). Luka is too chill NOT to get along with anyone, unless they insult his friends and partners. Chloe is ready to throw down but also holy shit that’s Bruce fucking Wayne? Damn, Mari. DAMN. Already on social media about this. 

(Also listen, I am shipping trash so I’m going to be vague as hell with things but in my brain this will be a poly!partners au so the Super Squad is just dating each other. But for the sake of everyone they could also just be really good/close friends, as they’ll be sharing rooms and be very touchy feeling and such. Its up to you. But just know, I’m just. Like this.) 

So it basically just devolves into story sharing and puppy piles and the Wayne’s all looking at the Super Squad with side eyes bc HM. HOW FAMILY. ALSO STOP TOUCHING THE BABY! NO CORRUPTING THE BABY!! THAT’S OURS!!!

WE SAW HER FIRST SO FUCK YOU!

I’M LITERALLY? HER FATHER? FUCK? YOU? YOU CATWOMAN KNOCK OFF???

This is all happening with their eyes btw

And of course. The whole squad follows Marinette out as Multimouse to go meet batman, who Bruce told her had something to talk with her about. And she kinda cries bc SHE’S GOING TO GET KICKED OUT OF THE CITY BC OF HER IDIOTS!

Its not, its the Batfam taking the Super Squad to the Justice League tower. They weren’t expecting so many people but its fine. They’ll make it work. 

Because Bruce had called the Justice League for an emergency meeting that night with the tone of voice that clearly said anybody who didn’t show up would have a bat hunting them down and shoving his foot up their ass so far they’ll taste patented leather for the rest of their life. They’ve almost never seen him so angry? And he’s bringing guests? What? The fuck?? 

Multimouse Marinette gets briefed that, as the current Guardian of the Miraculous, and a hero of Paris, she’ll be there to get a formal apology and an explanation about why a bunch of teenagers had to fight an emotionally manipulative super villain by themselves. Chat Noir is maybe hiding behind the rest of the Miraculous Crew and they’re only kinda notice but don’t think much of it tbh. Adrien does NOT want to be the one to explain that his FATHER was said super villain. save him. 

Btw the whole group is having mixed reactions to the idea of meeting the Justice League. Adrien wants to run away but he also doesn’t care? Like. They’re all superhero’s, he gets that they can’t always help, but also. Fuck. He loves being a superhero but having someone with actual experience might have saved them all a lot of heartache. Chloe, meanwhile, doesn’t give a sINGLE SHIT about the JL. Fuck them. Fuck them so hard, so assholes ignored them and they’re going to be high and mighty. She may be a better person now but she will not put up with their nonsense. Not now. Not ever. Fight her. Luka is that sort of calm angry? He’s pissed that they brushed them off but since everything’s over there’s no point in holding onto his anger. There may or may not be a lot of meditating in the Bat Plane on the way there so he doesn’t use his lyre like a fucking BOOMERANG AGAIN and smack them all upside the head with it. Kagami doesn’t care? She’ll threaten them to the ends of the earth should they ever blow off such messages again, but she also just. Has very little emotional investment in them otherwise. 

Marinette, of course, is freaking out and pacing and trying to channel her inner ladybug and screaming internally bc why. WHY. She’s angry but she also understands, but she’s still so stressed. just. please. Tiny squeaks. 

And okay, they get there, and Batman comes in with ALL the Robins AND all these new kids? 

Flash: I’m sorry, you called an emergency meeting because of your extended family? 

Diana: HUSH

Because Diana, of course, recognizes them what and who they are. And is screaming bc holy shit? The Miraculous Holders are active again? Do they need their help? Where is Ladybug? Who is the Guardian? She just has. so. many. questions. 

And Captain Marvel/Shazam (seriously wtf IS HIS NAME) is fangirling HARD. Because that’s the Miraculous Holders! The ORIGINAL magic users! SEVERAL of his people (Hercules/etc) were Miraculous holders on top of Shazam and HOOOLLLY SHIT THEY’RE HERE! IN FRONT OF HIM! HOLY SHIT!!!

Superman, Green Arrow, and several others are sweating bc uh. UH. OH SHIT THOSE MESSAGES WERE REAL?

Yes. They were real. And now they have Batman in full dad mode demanding an explanation. Several people (Superman, other mutation/alien esc powers) claim they went to Paris to check on the damage but they couldn’t find any, OR the supposed supers of villain. 

Multimouse steps forward and starts explains how the Ladybug powers work and if they had bothered to contact them beyond telling them this wasn’t a line of communication to be used for PRANKS, they would know better. Diana chimes in with how she was helped created BY the Ladybug miraculous, etc, why did nobody ask her about this? Hell, why did nobody ask their resident magic user, Captain Marvel/Shazam??? 

Green Lantern: No offense, but doesn’t this all seem a little far fetched? 

Chloe: ... Bitch, you have an alien ring that gives you powers. Shut the fuck up. 

So there’s some arguing, back and forth, and Bruce looses his temper a little bit. Smacks his hand HARD on the table. “Enough. It is your job to investigate. It is not your job to leave the saving of an entire city to my fucking daughter, who was barely thirteen at the time this all started. As far as I’m concerned, this can never, ever, happen again. Wonder Woman, Captain, I assume you’d be willing to go through our notifications for any discrepancies?” 

And there’s a huge moment of silence. Everyone’s staring at him. Multimouse squeaks. Red Hood just. “Good going, Bats. Real smooth.” 

Chat: OH MY GOD YOUR DAD IS BATMAN? WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING, WHY- HOOOOO OH MY GOD YOUR DAD! BATMAN! IS DAD! YOUR DAD WHO IS ALSO-!

Viperion is making wheezing noises and covers Chat’s mouth and then there’s even more yelling and arguing and finger pointing, and Bruce wants a drink. And a nap. In whatever order he can get them. 

Basically he gets Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel/Shazam to agree to looking through messages but also gets the hell out of dodge. 

Next in, the reactions to all this tomfoolery. Also apparently superhero-ism is now genetic. 

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