I like you, you get me coffee with enough shots of expresso to kill most people without giving me shit about it so… don’t be at work tomorrow Kay? Thanks bye~
Fuck the write up. I ain’t going to work 👍
(Should I break that leg?)
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So, I went back to work…
Hood called me into his “office” (it’s literally just a fucking walk-in closet he put a shitty IKEA desk in) for a meeting. Along with all of my friends.
Now, something to know about my friends and I: we’re all metas. It’s one of the reasons we work for Hood instead of other criminals/rogues; he offers protection for metas who work for him. He also gives us a vague semblance of an education by giving us textbooks and shit. (He heard we didn’t have much in the way of schooling and decided to teach us what he could (he’s shit at math; very good at English though)). We owe him a lot, since he’s kind of the reason we don’t have to steal to survive. So, we were all obviously nervous. Except our “strong tough man”, whom we call “Mars” on the field. He wasn’t nervous (probably).
So, we were all just standing there, very awkwardly. Then, Hood spoke.
“So, why didn’t you decide to tell me you were still squatting?”
We all kinda looked at each other, mostly because none of us wanted to talk first. Then, our youngest who we call “Technus” (cuz they can manipulate technology of any sort on a whim) spoke up.
“I mean, it didn’t really seem important. We have somewhere to stay that’s…kinda safe? I mean, it isn’t gonna collapse on us in our sleep, so…”
Hood sighed and shook his head at that, and put his head in his hands.
“And why don’t you stay at one of the shelters I’ve put up?” I might have scoffed at that, but nobody needs to know if I did.
“I mean, those are prone to gang break-in’s, vigilante attacks and police raids, so a group of meta kids on the run from the Foster Care system wouldn’t be too keen on staying there.” I was the one speaking, and my friends refer to me as “Mx. Metaverse” on the field. So does Hood.
“Metaverse, you know as well as I do that that is just a list of excuses. What’s the real reason?”
We all kinda shuffled around a bit, not wanting to answer. Then, a boy we call “Fire Fists” (he’s really fast and likes to punch things) decided to speak.
“You’ve already done a lot for us, and we’re really grateful for it! We don’t want to take advantage of stuff when we have what we need. We have a couch, sleeping bags, a mattress-that one’s new-and a good supply of money thanks to you and what you give us. We have food, a place to crash that’s safe, and a steady income. What more could we ask for?”
I’m gonna cut the rest of this short, because the conversation was really long. Basically, we tried to talk Hood out of whatever he was planning, but he just handed us each a key and told us that it was to our apartment. He gave us the address and sent us on our way. We tried to argue, but he just stopped responding and pretended to be busy.
So, now we have an apartment, and I’m kinda weirded out. Like, I knew Hood took care of his own, but we had a place to stay that wasn’t crumbling around us! Mostly. Apparently that wasn’t a good enough answer for Hood though, because he just gave us an apartment I guess.
We went over there after work, and it’s actually a nice place! No furniture, but it is in good condition, and there’s a room for everyone. We’re gonna move all our stuff over here tomorrow so it feels more like home, so, wish us luck!
Also, it comes with a fridge. Bougie, I know. We’re living in the fucking Ritz up here.
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Damian didn't mean to.
But looking at the horror on Batman's face, he also knows it doesn't matter.
Someone had managed to sneak up on him, immediately after a fight.
Damian, exhausted and wounded and ever so slightly drugged by fear toxin, reacted.
He'd spun around and run his katana through the attacker-but it wasn't an attacker. It was a civilian, who was staring down at the sword in his chest with a stunned expression.
The civilian looked up, blue eyes meeting Damian's through the mask.
"I was just..." The man trails off, dropping the first-aid kid he'd been carrying.
Damian knows his time as Robin is over.
Danny, on the other hand, can already feel his healing factor trying to kick in, and just needs to figure out how to convince Robin to remove the Katana so it can work without letting Batman know he's a meta.
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The Crime Lord does not stop flirting with me!
When Danny ran away from home and ended up in Gotham he wasn't quite sure what to do, adrenaline was coursing through his veins and all he wanted was a place to be safe.
That's when Crime Alley lit up like a Christmas tree and Danny knew it could be his new home, something about Crime Alley was drawing him in. It wasn't long before he decided to get a job to lay low. Of course, the latter was a bust because Red Hood noticed him almost instantly.
Contrary to his expectations, the Crime Lord took an interest in him but said nothing. He simply asked him to repair his motorcycle like a normal customer in his new job. Danny did and well, he couldn't help but repair some damaged systems and add some modifications. He hoped he wasn't stepping out of line, he just couldn't help himself, it was second nature to repair damaged things.
He thought Red Hood would be angry about it but the man seemed delighted (or as delighted as he could look with the mask), he looked at Danny and asked him what else he could do. Nervously, he told him that he was somewhat good with technology and before he knew it he had been hired by a gang (more or less, they were just asking for some custom orders).
So, technically he established as the mechanic and supplier to the Hood gang, and more specifically to the Crime Lord himself. He gave Hood some upgrades and became his supplier of (mostly harmless) weapons and upgrades. This attracted the attention of most of the gangs that were against the Crime Lord and Batman himself.
Jason, noticing how nervous the guy was assured him that he would protect him and no one was going to hurt him as long as he was around, it was obvious he wasn't from Gotham. For some reason, his new employee blushed every time he said those words.
Danny didn't know if Red Hood understood what he was doing (That was totally a flirt for protection spirits!), every day it was getting harder and harder not to respond to him. His ghost side kept screaming that he got a good match!
Which was technically true, considering that Red Hood had promised him protection and let him stay in his haunt (it became obvious that Crime Alley was his haunt after a few days in Gotham but strangely it accepted him)
Jason continued to promise Danny that he would be safe (poor boy always looked nervous) and Danny wondered how many days he could take the blatant flirting.
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