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Hostile Territory - Chapter 27

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: Misogyny, Bullying, Hazing

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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Day 444

Leah never thought she would be back at Warhorse, much less without Sy. From the moment she crossed the gate it was deja vu. There were shouts coming from the angry crowd outside and cat calls coming from the horny men inside. As far as she was concerned, she was on the most dangerous side of the gate.

“Don’t punch anyone,” Benjie ordered under his breath, keeping his eyes forward. “The boys have mentioned the new Captain is the bottom of the barrel. He sees you react, it’ll be his pleasure to make your life hell while you’re here.”

Leah ground her teeth as she walked by a group of boys making lewd gestures. “I don’t know. I get the feeling my life here will be hell either way. I might as well have the satisfaction that will come from seeing the look on their faces when they get their ass kicked by a girl.”

One of the new boys led them up the stairs to their assigned room. It seemed no one was concerned about giving her a separate space this time. They walked past a few familiar faces, one of which looked from where he was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. Nielsen locked eyes with Leah, giving her nod of acknowledgment.

A nod was better than him going back to torturing her or pretending like she doesn’t exist.

“I can’t believe they dragged us all the way here to be fucking glorified delivery drivers.” Jer complained, dumping his bag on his bed. “Aren’t we overqualified for that shit?”

“Apparently they tried to get a couple of army boys to escort the truck. Only two out of five walked out of here on their own two feet. Two were evac’d after their Victor took a hit from a rocket launcher and the other left in a bag after a firefight.”

“Guess I must have missed the day in Spec Ops training where they taught us that we become impervious to rocket launchers,” Ethan mumbled.

He had a point. Calling in an extra team to put more protection on the convoy was one thing, trading one team for another was just sending more lambs out to slaughter. The current team had fucked up and gotten the water pumps blown up. Shouldn’t they get the shitty—and apparently deadly—job of escorting the water tank? Let them put their asses on the line while she and the boys sat around playing poker and ‘guarding’ the base.

Day 445

The next morning, they made their beds before going down to chow. No less than four men popped in to ask Leah if she could ‘be a doll and do theirs once she was done’. She never thought she’d want a guy to defend her honor but she kind of wished Sy was there to put them in their place so that she didn’t have to just grit her teeth and take it.

After a quick breakfast, they went back up to their rooms to gear up for the day.

“What the fuck?” Benjie exclaimed, looking down at his hand which was entirely coated in something thick and red.

“What even is that?” Ethan asked in horror.

Rohan caught Benjie’s wrist, bringing it to his nose for a sniff. “Huh, fifty-seven varieties.”

“Ketchup?” Leah guessed. “They aren’t seriously dumb enough to pull a prank on a nearly senior NCO, are they?”

“Nope,” Jer cut in, “but they are dumb enough to not double check that they got the right bag.” Jer pulled out three pairs of women’s underwear coated in what must have been an entire bottle of ketchup.

Leah didn’t even know how they got their hands on so much ketchup. Or women’s underwear for that matter.

“They got the wrong bag? How? They all saw which bunk was mine.”

“Exactly.”

Leah shared a confused look with Benjie as he attempted to clean himself up with baby wipes. It was then she noticed that her bag was not where she had left it.

“You switched our bags.”

A victorious grin pulled at Jer’s lips. “I think the Captain will be interested in hearing about how disrespectful his boys are being, don’t you?”

Leah had been wrong. Escorting the water tanker was not the worst part of their job. The worst part was waiting for the damn thing to fill. After the Captain spoke with Fuller and agreed to discipline his men—even he couldn’t overlook hazing a staff sergeant—he’d sent them out on their way.

At least on the road their minds were occupied, watching their sectors or the slightest sign of danger. At the water pump there was nothing around for miles. They would see and hear any hostiles coming long before they were a danger to them so she was going absolutely crazy in the meantime.

“I need to take a shit,” Ethan said to no one in particular.

“Now’s as good a time as you’re gonna get. Jer, go keep a lookout.”

“Why does it gotta be me? Why don’t you go watch him drop the kids off at the pool.”

“I’ll go,” Leah volunteered. “I’m going fucking crazy standing still. Rohan, switch with me.”

Rohan climbed up to take her place while she jumped off the tanker and followed Ethan to the sand dunes, stopping at the top while he went down to the other side. From there, she could see out even further so, after doing a preliminary sweep, she lifted her gun to look into the distance through her scope.

“Something wrong, Coleman?” Benjie asked, probably on high alert from the fact that she had her weapon raised.

“Nah, just wanted to see better!”

“Roger!”

Lowering her weapon, Leah glanced at the rest of the team before turning and looking through her scope in the other direction. A black dot crossed the bottom of her scope, making her pause and look up.

The dot was in the direction of the only road that led up to the water station but there was no dust to indicate that it was a vehicle approaching. Looking back through the scope, it took her a moment to find the dot again, noting that it had gotten a tiny bit closer.

“Alright, I’m ten pounds lighter and no longer at risk of shitting myself on the road. Let’s get back to the tanker.”

Leah didn’t look up from her scope as Ethan climbed the dune, tracking the dot as it slowly got closer.

“Coleman?” Ethan’s voice was more tentative this time.

“Gimme a second.”

“Should I be worried?”

“I can’t tell with the heat haze. Whatever it is, it’s small and far out still so we don’t need to panic.” Yet.

Beside her, Ethan raised his weapon, ready to provide cover fire just in case. Another minute passed and the dot still wasn’t close enough to allow Leah to see it clearly.

“Are you sure it’s moving?”

“Positive.”

“Clean your scope to be sure.”

Part of her was annoyed that Ethan didn’t trust her but she did it anyway. Sure enough, the dot was still there.

“Well, it’s gotta be an animal ‘cause I doubt someone would walk way out here alone.”

Leah dropped her rifle, frowning as she considered Ethan’s words. They were pretty far from Warhorse and the surrounding village. If it was indeed an animal, it was likely wild. “Can you do that really loud whistle people do at concerts?”

“No, but I think Rohan can.”

“Hey Ray!” She waited for him to look over his shoulder at them. “I need you to whistle towards the road! Make it loud!”

Pulling his gloves off, Rohan angled his body East, no questions asked. He slipped his fingers between his lips and let out an ear-piercing whistle.

It took Leah a moment but she eventually got eyes on the dot once more. She would have expected a wild animal to be spooked by the sound. Instead, the dot had continued to approach, gaining speed and becoming more and more clear.

“No fucking way.” Her eyes had to be playing tricks on her. The lack of sleep since she’d gotten back was finally getting to her and she was hallucinating. That had to be it.

“Is that… Aika?” Ethan asked, apparently having gotten sick of her silence and taken matters into his own hands by looking through his own scope.

“It can’t be.” They both lowered their weapons, sharing a confused look. “Can it?”

Leah was afraid to get her hopes up. Aika had survived on her own once before but she’d gotten used to life on base where water had flowed freely and the peanut butter was plentiful.

They both ran down from the dune, rejoining the others by the tanker. Leah made a beeline for the humvee, yanking open the door and digging around the back seat.

“What’s going on?”

“Coleman glassed something. Looks like a german shepard.”

Benjie, Jer and Rohan shared a knowing look, immediately understanding what Ethan was implying.

“Shoot it,” a man from the new unit said. “People out here don’t keep dogs as pets. It’s probably got rabies or some shit.”

“You shoot that dog, you answer to me,” Benjie barked.

Having collected the peanut butter packets from all the MREs, Leah got out of the humvee and began walking down the road. Without having to ask, Jer followed.

The men from the other unit began arguing behind them but Leah shut them out. She stopped just far enough from the station to not be overheard but close enough that if shit went sideways the others would be able to take their shot.

“It’s been months,” Jer said as the dog came into view. It was running now, closing in fast.

“I know.”

“That green would have washed out by now.”

“I know.”

“So how are you gonna check if it’s her without getting up within biting distance?”

Without answering, Leah stepped forward, putting a few yards of distance between herself and Jer. Hope had either made her brave or just plain stupid.

She was going to find out which in three… two… one…

Leah squatted down, putting her hand out in front of her. The dog didn’t slow, bypassing her hand entirely and barreling into her. The force of the impact pushed her onto her back and she prayed none of the boys had itchy fingers when a wet tongue darted out over her cheek.

Excited wimpers were like music to her ears, her own laughter adding to the sound of their reunion. Aika kept Leah pinned under her weight as she licked every inch of available skin.

“Hey, come on girl, let your mama breathe.”

Seeming to notice Jer for the first time, Aika jumped off Leah to press her snout into his outstretched hand. It took her a little longer to recognize his scent but soon her butt was wiggling as she wagged her tail hard.

Leah wiped the tears from her cheeks before getting to her feet. She gave Aika a full body rub down until she had calmed enough to obey commands.

“Aika, middle.”

Immediately, Aika turned to Leah, walking around her and coming to stand between her legs from behind.

“Good girl.”

Leah squirted some peanut butter on her fingers, letting Aika lick it off before she began to walk. Aika kept her position, walking between Leah’s legs. Maybe she was being overprotective but she didn’t want to give anyone a clear shot.

“You and Sy were busy.”

“She can do all the basic obedience they would teach a K9. At least, she used to.”

She hadn’t been practicing for very long when they’d left and she was still young. Consistency was key when training dogs and even the best behaved dogs failed commands sometimes.

“What’s the plan here? They won’t let her back on base.”

“When I got home, I had a talk with someone from the shelter my dad used to volunteer at. They were in the process of working with a local SPCA to fly her stateside. When Sy told me they had dumped Aika, they kept in touch with a few kennels just in case someone brought in a green shepard. I don’t know how fast they work but maybe if I can get a call out to my contact back home they’d be able to set up a meet before we move on.”

“The parts for the pump are being delivered tomorrow. We’re gonna be out of the country in a matter of days you can’t—”

“Jer, I don’t need you to tell me how fucking shit the odds are,” she snapped. “She’s made it this far. If there’s a chance, I have to try.”

Day 205:

From the moment she woke, there was only one thing on Leah’s mind. Heat. Her entire body was burning up. Blindly, Leah pushed her socks off under the blanket, letting them ball up at the foot of the bed then kicked the blankets off. When that wasn’t enough, she was forced to let her mind wake up.

Realizing that the reason for the scorching temperature was because she was still fully dressed, Leah remembered the previous night’s events. She sat up, looking at Sy’s sleeping form then down at his hoodie which she still wore over her dress.

After having been fully naked with him the night before, there was no reason to suddenly turn shy. She lifted the dress over her head, removing both it and the hoodie in one go. There was no way she was keeping her bra on, even for modesty. Underwires were created by the devil.

Once she no longer felt like a ball of fire, she made herself comfortable by curling up behind Sy. She pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades and slipped a hand up his stomach to his chest.

Sy hummed as her bare tits were pressed against his back. Taking Leah’s hand in his, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss to her inner wrist.

“Y’okay, baby girl?”

She nodded against his back. “Got hot.”

“You gonna be able to go back to sleep?”

“I don’t think so.”

They were likely both wide awake now despite the late night.

“Guess it’s a good thing we ain’t got anywhere to be today.”

Not that he would want to be anywhere else. He’d be okay staying right where they were for eternity. Or, at least, until they had to get back to base.

“Well, I actually did have an idea of something to do… If you wanted.”

Sy rolled over, pulling Leah to his chest. One hand followed the curve of her hip, lifting her bare thigh over his waist.

“We gotta be there before twelve-hundred hours?” he muttered, still a little groggy.

Biting her lip to mask her amused smile, Leah pressed her forehead to Sy’s. “Nope.”

“Then I’ll follow you anywhere you wanna go,” he vowed, sealing his promise with a kiss.

“Why didn’t you bring me here earlier?” Sy questioned, looking up at the sign above the door.

“You said you didn’t want to be anywhere before noon,” Leah shot back.

“No, I asked if we had to be anywhere before noon. If you’d told me you were bringing me here I’d have taken the answer to that question as a yes.”

Leah rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a smile. They both exited the car, making their way inside. A bell chimed over the door, alerting the receptionist to their presence.

“Hi there! What can I help you with today?”

“Is Terry here?”

Before the receptionist could open her mouth to speak, a male voice answered in her place.

“Now, I know my ears must be playing tricks on me because there’s no way that I just heard Gage Coleman’s little girl.”

A white-haired man exited a room which was marked ‘office’.

“No tricks, it’s really me.”

The older man pulled Leah into a quick hug before putting both hands on her shoulders as he looked her up and down. “It always scares me how much you look like your father. Although,” the man leaned in a little closer and stage-whispered, “you are way prettier.”

He shot her a wink before pulling away.

“Still a charmer I see. Do you mind if we take some of the guests out to play?”

“Not at all, go on back.”

Terry instructed the receptionist to give them both full access before he moved on to discuss business. Leah took Sy’s hand, leading him around the reception to the door that led to the back area. As soon as the door was open, the sound of barking reached Sy’s ears.

They passed a few different doors before they eventually reached the last one at the end of the hall.

“It’s best if you don’t try to reach into any of the cages. The signs on the doors will warn you of any potential behavioral problems or injuries that you need to be aware of. There’s a fenced area around back where we can play with them but I usually like to take them out on a walk first to let them roam and do their business.”

Over the course of the afternoon, Sy and Leah took all the dogs in the shelter out for a walk then to the back for them to run freely and play. That is, all but one.

When Sy had asked about the red card that was pinned to the cage, Leah said that it was because that dog was aggressive. At first glance, the dog didn’t look dangerous, cowering at the back of the cage but one of the vet techs had come in to feed him while they were in the room and the dog had started growling as soon as the tech had put a hand on the door.

They’d apparently been trying to socialize him in the two weeks since his arrival but no one had been able to open the door without being growled or barked at.

“You can sit with him if you want. The same way we did with Aika. I wanted to talk to Terry before we left anyway.”

“Is it gonna actually help if he never sees me again?”

“Any potential adopter is going to be a stranger at some point. He needs to learn to trust people in general. You can sit in front of his cage with Daisy and give her belly rubs while he watches.”

Daisy was Terry’s elderly golden retriever. She was completely unfazed by anything and everything and was apparently used for socializing other animals from time to time.

At the mention of her name, she stood from where she was lounging on the floor and slowly made her way to Sy.

“I shouldn’t be too long but feel free to come find me if you get bored.”

Doing as Leah suggested, Sy sat down against the wall across from the cage. He didn’t want to risk Daisy getting too close and being bit. The pooch in question promptly followed his lead, rolling over for the promised belly rubs.

After a while, he figured the dog would also need to get comfortable with human voices so he decided to talk to him. And so, for the next half hour, Sy told the dogs all about Aika. He told the story of when he first saw her. How he’d been pissed off when someone had tried to shoot her. How he’d been heartbroken at having to leave her to die and the subsequent relief and ecstasy to know she’d survived. How she made the lonely nights less lonely. How she’d brought him and Leah closer. By the end, the dog had sat up, gazing at him with inquisitive eyes.

This time, when he was forced to leave the dog behind, it was with the knowledge that the people at the shelter would do everything in their power to help him heal and find him a permanent home.

Chapter 28

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hey guys !! this is the start to a platonic batfamily & reader fanfic series !! for some background, this is a crossover with re7/8 and batman. i tweaked a lot of how the mold works and the whole timeline with re7/8. if you have any questions, send through the ask ! i'll be happy to answer.

2/18/2024 - edited !!!

cw body dysmorphia/dysphoria, self-harm (self-destructive behavior), vomiting, over-thinking

mold for thought pt. 1

hit me on the head !

Alfred’s carbonara had crispy bacon bits mixed in, with a fresh egg cracked on top. Damian sat ways away from you, across, five chairs down. It’s not like that was where he had to sit. He always just chose to. His pasta was different, a Lemon Basil vegan pasta.

Coming down to eat, it was always just the two of you. Damian ate with class, properly spinning the fork in the pasta. Honestly, you hated watching him eat. Something about it always screamed like he was trying to seem better than you. He was always judging your way of eating, or anything for that matter. Digging your fork into the egg yolk, you watch it spill over the pasta. Your mouth felt dry. Food has made you antsy because of what happened three years ago. Your fingers touch your mouth. You’re fine.

Copying Damian’s movements, you flick the fork and swirl it to collect the pasta. Nothing was wrong with it at all. If anything, it looked perfect. The sauce, creamy. Pepper decorating the pasta and the yolk running down it. You remember the rotting food and foul smell of the Baker’s dinner table. Fighting to not let them shove the rotten food down. Ethan screaming in pain from the prying Jack did to him.

Damian was staring at you intently, waiting for you to eat. You push past the memories and chow down on the pasta. It was good. Really good. “Glad to see you’re enjoying the carbonara, Mastress Y/N.” Alfred hands you a white handkerchief. The white was now stained with a yellowish sauce.

“Thanks, Alfred.” You say, slightly embarrassed. He collects your plate and you struggle to hold in your food. It was tasty, but it felt like it was fighting its way up. You hastily get up, running to the nearest bathroom. Damian was staring at your sudden outburst, but who cares. With no time to lift the seat up, you just splurged into the toilet. The burning sensation in your stomach disappears, instantly. The barf didn’t even have food in it. It was all black, mixed with some blood. The mold. Oddly, there’s always no smell or difference in color. You sigh in relief and waste no time flushing it all down.

When you were first getting used to the Wayne manor, you used to cut to see if your blood was also mold. You convinced yourself it was just to check. Partially, it was true. With Superman’s help, you’ve slowly just accepted that you have mold. It’s always tempting to go back, but you know it only spirals for the worst. Throwing up was also self-destructive and you knew. You don’t know why you keep doing it. You touch what scars you could see, some self inflicted, from that place in Dulvey, others from crime-fighting. It never gets easier.

You needed to go out today. The mold was practically screaming at you to release some of it out of your body. Washing your hands and scooping some of the water into your mouth, you feel somewhat refreshed. Going back to the dining area, Damian was nowhere to be found, except his dishes were left on the table. You collect them and help Alfred with the dishes. “I gotta go out tonight. I’ll shovel the snow before I sleep, deal?” He chuckles and places the two clean dishes on a drying rack.

“Be careful, Mastress Y/N.” Alfred lightly smiles. You smile back and wave before leaving. Gotham in December was beautiful. You could almost forget the horrors of the city when it was silent and the moon was out. The lights hit the snow and everything seemed brighter.

Your backpack was hidden within some trees, containing your costume and weapons. It wasn’t anything special. Just baggy clothes, some gloves and a mask that covered your entire head. All black but has white where your eyes would be on the mask. Changing into your costume, you feel safer somehow. Your identity being unknown, just felt, nice. Your abilities come from the mold. Besides the mold, it gave you superhuman strength, the ability to reattach limbs, and heightened senses. The mold comes in handy to grapple around the city. You don’t use it to apprehend people or touch anything living. It’s not that you’ve actually seen people get infected with your mold, but you’ve seen non-sentient living items crumble from it. You aren’t going to risk anything. You’re reluctant to let anyone touch you if not necessary.

Fighting petty crime was your thing. Not fighting global threats, not busting huge gang activity, but small robberies, stopping physical or sexual assaults and more. It made you sad that these crimes were considered petty and too small for major heroes to handle. The people named you, the Peril. Which was funny since, what exact peril were you bringing to Gotham? It didn’t really bother you since the name was cool, but you don’t go around calling yourself the Peril.

Being a vigilante, there were its perks and disadvantages. For you, a disadvantage is the Bats. You would encounter them every other time you would leave to be fighting for civilians.

While swinging around, you find a man being mugged. You swoop down and kick the robber’s face in. She falls to the floor and drops the man’s wallet. You grab her by the shirt and threaten her with anything you can think of. The robber looks you in the eye and scurries off, holding her cheek. You try not to engage in combat. It’s not like you were bad at it, but you were a dirty fighter. Unlike the Bats, you don’t know any martial arts. Just street fighting and your ability to use guns. You don’t want to kill anybody. So no guns. Plus, being in Batman’s “turf”, you had to respect his no gun policy. But you were working on making guns with safe bullets.

You could feel a presence watching over your encounter. Maybe Batman? Silently, you give the man his wallet. He thanks you profusely and runs off. You tend to not talk when it's not necessary.

You turned around and cock your head, gesturing he talk. Batman seemed surprised that you knew he was there. Robin stands next to him, disinterested in you. His arms crossed and his head looked the other way. You pay no attention.

“The Peril.” Batman says. You let out a stifled laugh, you always do. He never gave you the time of day out of costume. Without him even asking, you knew he was trying to recruit you.

“No.” You answer, curtly. Grappling away, you leave Batman and Robin in the alley alone. He asks you at least once a week. Which you feel is both a perk and downside. You wish for his approval and want to be of use to Batman. At the same time, you want to lash out toward the man, for being so ignorant.

You feel your phone buzz, deep in a pant pocket. Superman. You like his company. Compassionate and a symbol to the people, yet, an outsider. Being infected with the mold, you feel out of place and in the wrong body. Superman is an alien, trying to find his place within Earth. He’s taught you to be okay with the fact that you are different now. But you feel like he’s hiding something from you. He was sitting on a rooftop of an abandoned building. “Superman.” Your feet land on the ledge he was sitting on.

“P.” You both meet up when you can. He has been the one guiding you through the vigilante scene. Other than him, you have only worked with the Red Hood. He was a mystery to you. From what you’ve seen, he’s somehow related to the Bats. You don’t really care for his identity. He can be nice to you, but he often does his work in ways you disagree with. He’s erratic and does what he wants. One thing you both have in common, is your distaste for Batman.

You knew Clark’s name because he told you. You never really knew why. He doesn’t know your name. Or at least, he hasn’t called you by it. He could easily look through your mask and see your true identity. You’re grateful he’s respecting your privacy. You decide not to call him by his name when on duty.

Superman takes off at a slower speed than normal and you swing after him. “Batman tried to team up with me again.” You say, defeated. Laughing a bit and sighing at the same time after you confess. It feels so stupid to be sad about it every time. You stop on top of a building. “I declined. Again.” He also stops. Superman lightly lands and leans close. He decides not to say anything.

Clark gives you a piggyback gesture and you get on. He heads for Metropolis, fast enough to be there in mere minutes but slow enough to keep your skin on. At least once a week, you and Superman band together and work on whatever it was at that moment. Today it was Lex Luthor shenanigans. Although smaller threats were your preferred thing, fighting big threats wasn’t bad.

After the fight, you go out and eat ice cream; Being with Superman helps you forget things. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want me to explain things, kiddo?”

“Definitely not. I’m honored that he’s interested in my skills. But, he doesn’t know it’s me. I know when he finds out he’ll lose interest and stop me from doing this. Or, maybe he won’t. I don’t know. I’m not going to risk it.” You latch onto Clark’s back again and he starts flying toward Gotham. You peer down to the bottom and admire the small people and buildings. You slightly tug at Superman’s shoulder to get his attention. “I’m going to be gone for a week. I don’t know when, but I’ll text you then.”

He keeps facing forward but acknowledges your message with a slight nod. “I’ll miss you a lot. I like our talks.” He breathes deeply out of the nose. “I’ll try to do what I can with Bruce. Without being obvious.” You’re very grateful he’s doing all this for you. He lands at the same spot you met up at.

“Thank you. Oh, and here. For Jon.” You hand Superman a cat keychain from your backpack. “He told me about his cat. My stitching isn’t very good but maybe it’ll cheer him up a bit.” Superman pocketed it safely, god knows where. You check the time and sigh. “I gotta go. Told Alfred I’ll shovel up the snow at the manor.” You swing away while waving goodbye. Still, that looming feeling hasn’t left you and it’s definitely not Batman this time.

Stashing your backpack in the same place as before, you tread quietly into Wayne's property. It was two in the morning. Rubbing your eyes, you take the shovel. You sigh at the amount of land Bruce owned. Deciding to just shovel the snow on the pavement, you treat it as training. Scooping as much snow as possible and carrying it around, tossing it or regular shoveling. You wish you could train where and how your siblings did.

Staring at the gigantic pile of snow, you put your hands on your hips and lean backwards. Back problems at 17? You laugh at the thought. Entering through the front door, Alfred greeted you with some hot chocolate. His infamous hot cocoa, filled with mini marshmallows. “I could never pass up your hot chocolate.” Alfred makes eating much more enjoyable and feel safer. The hot chocolate was right in the middle of a tray. The liquid burns your tongue but it warms up your insides.

“How was patrol, Mastress Y/N?” Alfred asks.

“Oh, nothing special.” You quickly turn it down. You don’t really let Alfred entertain any thought about your work. He knows of your secret “vigilante-ing” and decides to keep your promise of keeping it a secret from Bruce. You don’t really understand why, but you guess Alfred understands your situation and tries to get Bruce to be a parent to you. He tries to remind Bruce every now and then. Wants Bruce to notice himself, but his work consumes him. Bruce also thinks you’re okay because you can't physically and mentally be hurt anymore like his other children, who fight crime. While that could be true if you didn’t, that doesn’t mean you should be put aside.

“Thanks for waiting for me, Alfred.” You add. He nods.

“You must go to sleep. It is a school night after all.” You set the mug back onto the tray and apologize for the extra dishes to wash. Quietly slipping into your shared room with Damian, you celebrate when he’s not in the room. He was a light sleeper and he always questions why you’re out so late. You made him believe you’re some party animal. Which, you admit, would be cooler than being a vigilante.

You’ve always wondered why you and Damian shared a room. The manor was spacious and had ample room for both of you to have your own. You sometimes think they somehow knew you were being self-destructive and made him monitor you. Or, maybe to punish him by being with you. You try not to question everything Bruce decides, but it’s hard not to.

You sink into the silky bed sheets and just stay that way. Not bothering to get into them. Your room was a place of comfort, but being in the manor always tired you. It reminded you of the absence of Bruce and your siblings. Being away from Ethan, you feel you miss out on so much. Bruce and your siblings have a bond over being Bats, Ethan has Rose now, and Alfred doesn’t just take care of you. You’re happy that he gives you any attention.

Alfred the Cat climbs up onto your bed and snuggles into you. One reason you’re happy you’re rooming with Damian and not somebody else. You’re reluctant to pet him because of the mold. But you convince yourself you can do it. You pet him softly and sigh. He meows quietly from the petting and begins to purr.

A quiet click comes from behind you, quiet footsteps ensue after an hour of your sulking. “Are you still up?” Despite knowing he knows you’re awake, you decide to fake it. Your hand is still on top of Alfred the cat’s head. “I know that you are awake.” You sigh and decide to face upwards.

You couldn’t make out exactly where he was standing but look in the general direction of where his voice was. “Okay, maybe I am. Why?” He also sits on his bed, slightly creaking.

“Was just wondering why you were throwing up your brains out after Alfred’s dinner. Rude, much?” Shit. He heard that? That’s why he was gone when you were back. You think back to when he was Robin a couple hours ago, giving attitude. Rude, much?

“Just nervous ‘bout the trip.” Which was true. “I’m going to visit Mr. Winters for a week, to see the baby. I want her to like me.” He lets out a sound that seems like he half believes you, but he doesn’t care enough to pry. “Anyways, I’m going to pick you up sometime next week. For publicity, as Mr. Wayne says.”

He sighs. “I know.” You wait for more, but all he does is settle in bed. What a cute little brother. No thanks or comment. Guess that’s just how they all act.

Also trying to settle in bed, you feel bad again. Not trying to alarm Damian, all you do is put a hand on your closed eyes and try to soothe yourself. Ethan will understand this feeling, right? Your body doesn’t feel like your own anymore and you hate that you can’t even control your mold well. You still have to listen to it, have to release it. What if you suddenly couldn’t control it and it infects Damian right now? Turn out like the Bakers? Shutting your eyes tight, you flop your body so that you are lying on your stomach. Breathing deeply into your pillows, it slows. You turn your head sideways for fresh air. The cat was sleeping peacefully next to you.

Right. Tomorrow’s school. You had to be okay. You flip onto your back and close your eyes, letting your brain take over. Mold, mold and more mold. Accepting that your dream was going to be about mold, you sigh, letting sleep take over you. Damian watches, recognizing that you had some sort of stress-induced breakdown before bed. He jots something down and puts it away in this nightstand.

You wake due to a feeling of being watched, your eyes open to Damian looming over you. “What’s wrong, Damian? Are you okay, need something?” More worried than anything, you quickly get up. He never was this attentive towards you. Though, Damian was the one you talked to the most.

“Nothing. Just confirming things, L/N” You were too tired to comprehend what he was trying to say. Rubbing your face, you force yourself to the bathroom, which was also shared with Damian. He follows you in, watching you brush your teeth. You roll your eyes.

“I’m doing my regular morning routine like always, Damian. You’ve got to get ready too.” Pointing to his body with your toothbrush, which was still in pajamas. He clicks his tongue in annoyance but follows your orders.

Stepping out of the car, you thank Alfred for the daily rides to school. Tim was off before you could catch up or talk. You sigh.

Gotham City High school. Something happens here at least once a week. You don’t really talk to anyone like Tim does. Your mind was busy a lot and people couldn’t understand or want to wait. When you first were settling into the Wayne household, you remember Damian being upset with you because you were zoning out. It's happened more than you can count with regular people. It also seemed like people knew something was different about you.

During math, your body starts to feel weak. You could sense Tim staring like how Damian was yesterday, like he was assessing you. You stare down at the worksheet, trying to focus. Touching your face, you try to calm down. That burning feeling creeps up in your stomach again. Having no choice, you decide to go to the bathroom. One rule you had was to never throw up the mold at school. Anyone could come in at any moment and hear you. You slip toward the back doors of the school and open them slightly, just enough to see the grassy plains of the field. From your hands, you release your mold onto the grass. It turns black and crumbles into the air. It horrifies you everytime. If you could've, you would have preferred throwing it up for this reason.

You were running back to class, realizing you were taking longer than what a normal bathroom break would be. “L/N.” Before you could open your mouth, you were redirected by the teacher. You slide the bathroom pass back with irritation and grab your things. It was not the first time you had to attend detention for your tardiness. Sometimes you were glad Bruce didn’t notice your slip-ups, he would be up your ass.

You took as long as you could to the classroom. Touching the cold lockers as you went by, looking at posters and ignoring people passing.

“Again, L/N?” The supervisor hands you a reflection form for you to fill out. You were running out of excuses to write on them. Sighing, you decide to just sleep and not fill it out.

“L/N?” You raise your head up slowly, waiting for you to be scolded. “L/N!” You whip your head toward the voice of the supervisor. She looked frightened. What had her yelling? Feeling a hand grab your neck, you immediately push the person off of you with your elbows. They fall to the floor with a grunt.

“Fuck!” You yell out. The Scarecrow. He looked worse in person. “Sorry.” You stop in your tracks. Why were you apologizing to this man? He grabs your leg and brings you down with him. The supervisor runs out while the Scarecrow is distracted with you. Screaming from the halls leaks into the room. “What did you do?” He laughs and ties your arms behind your back.

He leads you to a getaway car which has one student already inside. Students and teachers were all yelling and screaming at the air. Scarecrow must’ve released fear toxin into the school. Did Tim also inhale the fumes? Was he okay? Did Scarecrow know you were of relation to Bruce Wayne? He shoves you aggressively in and gets in himself. The girl next to you was crying her eyes out, snot drooping down into her mouth. “Do I frighten you?” He asks. He laughs quietly from your silence and the girl’s loud sobbing. “I’m conducting an experiment, if you will. You two are my constants.” You eyebrow furrow. Constants? Is he going to create a new strain of the fear toxin? You decide to stay quiet but try to comfort the blonde girl next to you as much as you could.

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Whew wee...

Got some more chapters done and as always I hope y'all like them.

I'm convinced I like torturing myself trying to write these actions sequences...but it is what it is.

Enjoy!

P.s. I'm trying to make sure I'm getting the timeline right on this so if y'all notice a mistake please let me know lol

Your Words I Hold Forever Ch. 5

August 29th, 1968 2:38 pm

"Three Three, this is One Eight. I understand you have a bird inbound at your POS at this time..." A loud pulse of static...

"Bravo One Eight. Bravo One Eight be advised. Resupply helo is inbound at this time," a mechanical voice, barely audible, disrupted the smooth voice of Otis Redding's 'Dock on the Bay', coming from the portable am/fm radio. "Estimated arrival time - five minutes. Over."

Fez hated the sound of the AN/PRC 77 radio they used. High pitched and nothing but static. Not to mention the damn thing was always malfunctioning, the reason he currently found himself with Ethan, boxed in this furnace of a building...better known as T.A.C.A.N. They were finishing up some, albeit minor, but annoying, never ending repairs before it got too late in the day.

Fez reconnected the transceiver and shut the cover over the back of the radio - job done.

For the life of him, he couldn't figure out how Lieutenant Bursh could understand any of it, but he did. The gruff Onyx, Virginia native ran a hand through his sand colored hair with a humph of approval before fiddling with a few knobs on the control panel.

The one thing Fez had been able to catch though - resupply. Something they had desperately needed - weeks ago. Maybe there would be mail too. Hope made a home in Fez's chest at the thought of a letter from Lexi...or perhaps Ash or Kitty. Maybe even Rue.

"About damn time." Bursh muttered, standing up from his chair. Fez and Ethan followed suit and Bursh opened the large metal sliding door with a protesting screech. The trio quickly made their way out of the scorching building only to be hit by the sun and thick humidity.

"Thanks again fellas. Go get a quick break in. Some chow maybe."

"Appreciate that LT." It was too hot to eat, all fez wanted was water.

Bursh turned, yelled at some of the newbies milling around the 'mess hall' to get ready to receive and unload the helo, before making his way down the rough path to the LZ (landing zone).

Fez and Ethan made their own way in the opposite direction to the 'watering hole'. A chorus of rowdy voices and laughter could be heard as they closed in on the portable gazebo.

A young private, a kat they called Nickle, was being hassled about how to properly spell dear - not d.e.e.r.

"Man... she'll know what I mean," he retorted. "Shut the fuck up. You can't spell for shit nohow."

"Whatchu mean, I spelt that shit correctly," another young private, Dale, proudly from Mishawaka, Indiana countered. His attention focused on Fez and Ethan as they walked up to the gazebo. "Shit, E - tell'em."

"It's d.e.a.r, Nickle...but I'm still not convinced this honey you got isn't just a figment of your imagination."

"Ha!" Dale laughed loudly. "Yeah! You been out in this heat too long." He doubled over, slapping his knee as he continued to laugh.

Fez chuckled as he found a seat, followed by Ethan who found a seat next to Nickle.

"Come on now, let the kid have his fun," Fez scolded, not sounding one but serious.

"Hey, white boy!" The foursome turned their heads at the angry shout. Fez recognized the tall black man making his way towards them instantly and frowned slightly. McKay. "Bursh needs guys to help unload the helo and I'm volunteering you two," he said pointing to Dale and Nickle. "Come on assholes."

He didn't exactly like McKay. He could be a real prick sometimes, and all because he had been deployed a few months earlier than the rest of the platoon..shit...barely a month and a half earlier than Ethan and himself.

The kid liked to 'show out', quick to tussle over trivial things. Now Fez wasn't above putting someone in their place when called for but he didn't act a fool.

He felt like putting this fool in his place a few times if he was honest, but as much as he didn't like it there was a hierarchy you had to follow, and you really didn't want to piss off someone like Mckay.

McKay looked over at Fez and Ethan, an annoyance bleeding out through his dark eyes at their presence. Fez locked eyes with him, and he thought the 'tough guy' might say something. But he didn't, he just clapped his hands in a come-on gesture (it made Fez twitch a little), followed by another angry verbalization at Dale and Nickle.

"Man...you know what this feels like - hell," Dale muttered as he and Nickle got up and followed McKay back down the path to the LZ. Fez could see there were a few Humvees now parked a couple of feet away from where the helo would land.

Fez watched as the men walked over to a smaller gazebo situated next to a larger structure similar to the tacan, that served as a small infirmary and storage for the bases supplies. His eyes landed on another tall figure leaning on one of the supports just inside. Nate Jacobs. Another real winner.

He had a bad feeling about him the moment his platoon joined theirs in Ashau valley out of Da Nang, and unfortunately the platoon would be stuck with him for a little while yet. Just peachy.

Fez had dealt with plenty of kats like this, and they were no good. Men like him were the reason he had good instincts. In his line of 'work' you had to be able to pick out the bad seeds and know how to handle them - or else they could ruin your day real quick.

"Real glad I'm not them right now," Ethan muttered.

"It's only been a little over a week...it'll only get worse," Fez replied. "Wait till they do point for the first time."

"Man...," Ethan whistled, "I hate that shit...hardest thing I've done so far...fucking point."

"I've done it twice this week." Fez said stretching out his legs with a grunt.

"Make that three times for me," Ethan replied. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing - a gook could be three feet in front of me, and I wouldn't even know it. Fuck...I'm so tired."

Fez felt for Ethan. He was scrawny, the kind of scrawny a strong wind could blow over...if the wind ever fucking blew in this place. But he could pull his own and he was dependable.

Fez swiped a large hand over his face as he felt the bead a sweat trickle down his forehead. This heat was unrelenting.

Ethan's eyes widened and he suddenly shot up out of his chair. "Hey! Hey lady - stop!"

Fez stood as well and traced Ethan's gaze. A petite Vietnamese woman was walking by them, a somewhat hefty brown bag held in her small hands.

She wore a traditional áo ngũ thân dress Fez noticed, at least he thought that's what it was called. It was beautiful. For a split second he allowed himself to wonder where or if he could get one for Lexi.

Her features were delicate, and extremely youthful; typical of the people here and it still kinda caught him off guard that these people were considered the enemy.

The woman startled at the sound of Ethan's voice and turned to face them... probably not as young as he initially thought, but now...she reminded Fez of a little girl getting caught doing something she shouldn't.

More than likely she was scheduled to be at the base to cook, help with laundry, but the nerves in his fingers were humming. This wouldn't be the first time a civilian was sent to emobalize the 'enemy'.

"Stop there!" Fez's voice came out harsh and the woman glued herself to the spot, eyes wide...fixed on the two of them.

Fez pointed to the bag she was carrying, "What's in the bag?" The woman looked at where he was pointing, understood what he meant, and gave a nod.

She answered in broken English, "cut hair" miming the action with her pointer and index finger.

"Alright-den. You need to speak with the LT." Fez motioned for her to come over and stand next to where he was. With another nod she hesitantly made her way over and stood between him and Ethan. "He's busy right now, but I'll take you to the living quarters." Fez pointed to his chest, then in the direction of the living quarters, a large grey structure the men nicknamed the 'bunk house".

"I'll also need to -"

The woman coward suddenly, stopping his monologue, but she wasn't looking at him...or Ethan. Shit.

"Well, who do we have here?"

Fez sighed. The woman turned her attention back to Fez, a quick flick of her eyes, before focusing her attention back on the new arrival. Nate. McKay followed close behind him, eyes trained on the bag the woman carried.

"What she got in the bag," he asked.

"She's here to cut hair man." Fez turned to Nate and McKay. "I was about to ask for her papers before taking her to the bunk."

"What did he ask, O'Neil?" Nate barely glanced at Fez as he spoke.

"She's been here before," Ethan spoke confidently, though Fez was pretty sure he was bluffing. "We'll still check her, like always man."

Nate stepped towards the woman, he was at least a foot taller than she was. He had a strange look on his face as he gazed down at her. A sinister calm masked underneath his features.

"Or, I could just do it..." His eyes darkened like a shark that's caught the scent of blood. "You don't have anything hidden in your bag right...nothing that goes boom?"

The woman visibly shivered as she shook her head. The corners of Nate's lips curved slightly.

"you wouldn't lie right?" He stepped closer and she reflexively took a step back from him.

"No lie - no lie." She shook her head again squeezing the handle of the bag so hard her knuckles looked almost transparent.

"I don't know...I'm thinking the bag is too obvious." He took another step closer, the woman tried to back away further but her lower back hit a table that was set against the wall of the gazebo. "What do you think O'Neil? Maybe we should make sure she doesn't have anything on her...person"

"I think she's just here to cut hair, man." Fez shuffled on his feet, slightly placing his body in between Nate and the woman...just enough. "No need for all that."

"Yeah..." Nate looked down a little. Fez thought he might be relenting somewhat, when he suddenly produced a large knife from his belt and pointed it at the woman causing her to jump back. A whimper escaped her lips as Nate moved towards her and tucked the sharp tip of the knife under her chin, before slowly dragging it down to her small chest.

"What the fuck - what the fuck are you doing?" Ethan stuttered out. "That ain't necessary, come on man."

"Nate - they said they were gonna check her." McKay started to reach his hand out towards Nate, but retracted it a second later, rethinking his decision to intervene.

The woman began to cry as Nate slid the knife in between the small opening between the buttons of her dress. He popped the first button off with a quick flick of his wrist.

"I think, " he went down to the next button "she's lying and she's gonna show me what she's hiding" Flick. The second button flew to the ground and the woman let out a stifled sob.

"No lie!" She let the bag drop to the ground, a flurry of Vietnamese spilling from her mouth. She looked to Fez again, pleading. Nate grabbed her face hard, forcing her to face him and she cried out. She grabbed at his hand trying to pry it away but to no avail.

"Shut the fuck up with that gook gibberish" Nate spoke dangerously. "Why are you looking to him - he's not gonna be able to help you."

"Nate, chill. Bursh is looking this way."

"I don't give a fuck." Nate growled at McKay. He was zeroed in on Fez - pushing - daring him to do something.

"Yo...I said she's good." Fez spoke slowly "And I'm not gonna tell you again, so you better think before you do somethin stupid."

"Is that a threat?"

"Nah...I'm just tellin you," Fez replied cooly.

"Or what?" Nate challenged. "Let's get this straight, you're a fucking drop out retard, a pussy...just like the rest of these fucks. And what...you trying to be some kind of knight in shining armor now? You know how many of these bitches" he shook the woman's face for emphasis "have played this little game...even little kids. Who gives a fuck what happens to them now." Nate chuckled. "I'll kill this gook cunt in front of you." He leered at the woman "Be a shame actually - she's cute..." A malicious smile slowly formed "Maybe I'll just knock out her teeth and have her suck me off - what?" He glared at Fez. "You don't like that idea? You some kinda fagott? You gonna do something - do it." Nate let out a huff through his nose. "You know what, you don't have the balls."

"Yeah...I wouldn't worry about that playboy."

Fez wasn't for sure if anyone had actually seen him grab the large mack torch from the side of his belt, didn't have time to worry about that. He had to act. A loud crunch sounded as he cracked it over the side of Nate's head and he hit the ground hard.

Fez tossed the torch aside and was on Nate in an instant, hand raised above his head in a fist. He brought his fist down one, two, three, four times, grabbed the collar of Nate's shirt before landing several more blows.

A second dragged by before the others registered what was going on. The woman let out a scream.

"Oh fuck! Fezco stop!" Ethan yelled

"Get off him - get off of him, man! Fuck! Stop, fucking stop!" McKay got to Fez before Ethan and tried to grab Fez by the shoulders. Fez shrugged him off easily and landed a brutal blow to Nate's nose.

"Chill, chill" McKay tried again and this time got a hold of Fez, successfully getting him off Nate. Ethan stepped in hauling him to his feet. "Come on, just stop." He shoved fez hard when he tried to go back and then another till he stopped.

"what the hell is wrong with you?! You could've killed him!" McKay yelled as Fez made his way over to the woman. She had been knocked to the ground at some point during the fight and was lying with her hands over her head. Fez lightly grazed her shoulder and she jerked away. Fez placed his hands on her shoulders again, more firmly.

"...it's okay," he whispered. Her shoulders shook underneath his fingers.

"What the fuck is going on over here" Bursh yelled as he rushed through the entrance to see McKay kneeling over Nate, and Ethan helping Fez get the girl to her feet. "Get her the fuck out of here Lewis and go get Collins. Right fucking now," He yelled at a small, blonde man who had been right behind him. Sargent Lewis nodded and hastily ran out of the gazebo. "You stay here with him." Bursh told McKay. His steel colored eyes then blazed over to Fez. "O'Neil, your speckled ginger ass is coming with me."

* * * * * * * * * *

Major Larsonn, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, sighed as he sized Fez up from his chair. " Listen son, I'm not gonna beat around the fucking bush here...you could've gotten into some serious trouble over this bullshit - still might, but at the moment you're getting off light. Point - eight days - starting two-zero hundred tomorrow - that's it." Larsonn enunciated the last bit, securing its finality. "Lt. Bursh and that private McKay, corroborated your story, so for now you're not gonna be court marshalled." He let his head tilt in a show of displeasure. "As far as Jacobs goes - I'd be lying if I said I didn't have my eye on that mother fucker the moment he set foot here. I would gladly see him sent out, but considering he didn't actually hurt that woman my hands are tied. So he'll be getting eight days as well as soon as he's back on his feet".

Fez remained quiet, honestly a little stunned at what he was hearing.

"We got bad apples like him all over the army, military...that's not gonna change neither." Larsonn continued. "Just you watch your back...men like him...he's dangerous."

Fez gave a single nod. "Thank you, sir. I will."

"well...I ain't got nothing else to say to your sorry ass - you're dismissed private."

"Yes sir". Fez gave a salute and turned to leave the small makeshift office. He was tired and his hands fucking throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to fall into his bunk.

Something crawled from the back of his mind, leaving a trail of something unsavory through the sulci of his brain, contaminating his thoughts...

"Sir..." Fez turned his head "can I ask you something?"

"Son?"

"Has he done anything like that before?"

Larsonn sighed, something flashing in his eyes. "It wouldn't surprise me...but when you got money and connections you can make a lot of things... disappear."

Fez looked down to the floor, no need for further explanation. He made his way out of the majors office and headed back to the bunk house. That unsavory thing made its way to his chest and crawled its way into his stomach...its contents churned and twisted his insides.

Nate Jacobs was dangerous...

* * * * * * * * * * *

Ethan looked up expectantly from the book he was reading as Fez entered the room. "How much trouble are you in," he asked shutting the book and placing it beside him.

Some of the other platoon mates looked towards Fez as well with curious glances but he ignored them.

"Point for eight days straight starting tomorrow." He shrugged out of the muted moss colored shirt he was wearing and sat on the bunk next to Ethan's.

"Shit, that's it? How the hell you get off that easy?"

"McKay and Bursh told Larsonn what went down. Nate was out of line. They checked the girls papers and bag too - she was legit"

"And Jacobs?"

"Same...starting when he gets out of the infirmary." Fez leaned back against the wall at the head of his bed, propping one arm behind his head along with the too flat pillow.

"Shit...this whole thing is fucked." Ethan said flopping back onto his own pillow.

"Five more months man...just gotta make it five more months." Fez whispered.

He imagined what it would be like to see his family, and Lexi when he got back. 'When', because if he was honest he couldn't stomach thinking about the other scenario.

He imagined what it would be like to be back in East Highland.

The first thing he wanted to do was take Lexi to Nino's cafe and maybe a movie...he wanted to feel her...her hair in his hands...her skin.

He missed home and he could have ruined his chances of getting back there this evening, but it was as if someone was truly looking out for him.

Suddenly an image of Lexi as the praying Mary Magdalen filled his mind and he smiled. He imagined the things she would pray for...what she would actually say. Imagined there would be a few choice words slung the 'big guy's' way and Fez almost let out a chuckle picturing Lexi telling God off.

She would do it too, his fierce, sweet, beautiful girl.

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