#top class vigilante team would like to be saved by

[boyfridged]

Y'know I really wish Jason's team ups don't involve heroes, super or not, all the time (or ever), but instead just normal people whose experiences may mirror his/whose background creates a common ground through which he can insert himself. I just prefer him being grounded by the hellish reality that civilians are the ones suffering the most, who are stuck in this continuous and endless battle between capes and villains. I just think that Jason could have been the perfect pov character to bring focus the opinions of the common people regarding this whole fiasco.

It's part of why I wish we had more insight to Jason's thoughts in Batman: The Cult. The bit wherein multiple people were being interviewed and how a lot of them were in support of what Blackfire's cult is doing (not to say that the intentions behind it are all for righteousness or whatever cause we all know it's not), and how people in the first place were debating whether the killings were justified or not shows that the general public has so much distrust with the police and the law which to me was a perfect opportunity to show Jason's ever growing distrust of the system. He may not support Blackfire but he definitely can see & understand the sentiment of the public. And I think this should have had more impact to Jason going forward.

i really wanted to take my time to answer this ask properly because while i agree in the most general terms, i think there's some very specific nuance to it.

the civilian cast – yes! i am always in favour of a civilian life, as i am in favour of jason finding his way back into living in general, which necessities a civilian arc for him too. and it is true that jay is a perfect character to explore it, because i believe that in a way he is a victim of vigilantism. he's collateral damage turned martyr; and as the red hood he's stuck in self-affirming this status. it's all interconnected... and it all always leads back to the crime alley. except i think there's another part to it, and it's the class conflict.

here is where the cult comes in, and oh, i very much see what you're trying to do! except i would not go about it this way... simply because i have a huge issue with the cult itself, as in my opinion it's very ill-fitting into the narrative of batman at the time and as it, in total, is built on a reactionary and conspiracy theory-esque plotline... an ostensibly racist one on top of that. which makes me wonder if there is a way to fix it at all.

it could be an opportunity for some sort of development for jay, absolutely – but ironically, i think the part i liked best in it was when jason wanted to get to blackfire to save him from the raging crowd while bruce was standing back because of his personal victimisation and even stopped jay from intervening. i think i enjoyed this part because it shows how isolated from the people jason became in his robin days, and also brings to the light some hypocrisy on bruce's side. there's such dissonance there that just works perfectly into moulding jason into the confusion of the justice, revenge and the no kill rule in total...

but i digress. for jay to be taken seriously in this story he would have to be at the centre of it. perhaps it should have even been him who went undercover, since he used to be homeless himself and would know how to talk to people. perhaps he should have been the one to pay attention to it and notice it altogether. but i think the issue i have with the idea that this is what would make him distrust the system is a bit contrary to my reading of him in general. i think jay only ever trusts the system when he has bruce urging him to do it at his back and when he internalises these teachings, and even then there remains a deeply buried skepticism in him. because at the end of the day jay has a tendency to trust, but to trust people, not the authority. this is something that would be very difficult to properly portray in the cult, where the general politics (? if it can be called politics) is: people at the bottom are actually the ones in charge via secret organisations. and even when they are manipulated they are ugly and evil at their core. their violence is always random and they barely punch back, only recreating the power structures. and at the end, we get back to the status quo.

i guess the cult is too confused and bigoted in its plotline to offer much. hence there's no lesson for jay there at all. mayhaps because i don't think jay needs to learn to question the authority; on the contrary, a somewhat hidden stream of narrative that exists (or that i read into it) in his robin run is that he knows all about it but represses it because of his implicit trust in bruce and his judgement.

[dhampiravidi]

older!Jason Todd feelings

apparently I’m having thoughts about my guy today. Who can blame me? 🥰 here's a thing about him & my OC, Jayn, when they're a little bit older...

to start, his FC is Peter Gadiot. (yep, let that sink in.)

ANYWAY--

he's 50-something. when he really thinks about it, he's surprised that he's made it this far. Like all the other vigilantes & Gotham-centric people (including his own partner), he's got his own collection of scars (& foraged Batarangs), but that's to be expected. The usual suspects (Jayn, the old ladies in their* neighborhood, the Bats who were still kicking, and the nighttime escorts) always compliment him on his looks, even if he doesn't think he looks all that special. The Pit has slowed his aging; aside from some deepened smile crinkles at the corner of his eyes and slightly darker skin, he hasn't physically changed in decades. Ah well--there is the bone spur that future asshole!Tim had clued him into (long since removed), the scruff he occasionally lets grow in, and the blue that's slowly returning to his eyes in place of some of the Lazarus-tinted green. He still has the nightmares, and some things (prolonged laughter, horror movies, being surrounded by intense cold) still bother him, but Harley's really helped over the years.

he and Jayn said they'd never get married. They agreed when they were maybe 27 that having an actual wedding would just jinx things. If either of them died too early, the other would resurrect them, and yet...they both preferred to stay on top uninterrupted for a while. So, they had a date night (and day) spent mostly outside Gotham, one which ended with them getting tattoos inspired by Pride and Prejudice: “My heart is and always will be yours,” for her, and "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you,” for him. Well, that, and then they put their gelato to-go in the fridge before they had a nice round of sleepy sex. Now they've got matching ring tattoos--those were from their 25th not-anniversary last year.

she eventually sets aside her duties as CFO of WayneTech to run the Martha Wayne Foundation. It keeps her busy in a good way. She and Jason publicly live in the Wayne Foundation penthouse, which is close to all the venues used for charity galas and not far from all the places where Jason teaches. Because he wants to help as many as he can, he rotates between being an adjunct at Gotham U, an adjunct at Hudson, a teacher at a big high school (it'd been poor before "the Waynes" donated to it), and an online tutor...all for English and Drama. Jayn limited him to 2 jobs per semester and forbade him from working at Gotham and Hudson simultaneously. Still, she loves listening to his stories about the kids he works with. And they love their teacher, who wears graphic tees and ankle boots with button-ups, and who sometimes brings his pet to class.

the Red Hood isn't seen as often as the other Gotham heroes. Some of them are younger, newer vigilantes who find it comparably easy to fit nightly patrols into their schedules. Sometimes he envies them, missing the feeling of wind combing through his hair as he zips through the sky, or the combination of adrenaline, satisfaction, and relief that comes with saving someone from a creep. Well, he still experiences that stuff, just not as much. First off, the Red Hood is a reserve guy--he only comes out when Frostbite does, which is if shit has officially hit the fan (ex. planetary invasion, No Man's Land Part 2, the regular teams are out of commission, etc.). Then out come the pistols and gear, none of which he's ever thrown away (assuming it still works). Otherwise, he has to stick to riding his motorcycle, sparring with those who know about his past, and going on the occasional international vacation.

they stopped suiting up for patrol a few months before the twins were born. The kids were the result of a few steamy, excited, condom-less nights (some of which also involved getting high). When Jayn got the positive, she and Jason debated all the reasons why they should or shouldn't be parents, including having weird upbringings, living in a dangerous world, and noticing a little gap in their lives that seemed to want kids. Freddie Arwen and Lydia Wayne-Todd looked nothing like each other apart from their light brown skin, but Jason thought his daughters were perfect the moment he saw them. They still are, even though Freddie keeps bleaching the life out of her pretty, dark brown hair and Lydia's cooking typically tastes like stale refried beans. Both left Gotham years ago, but they make sure to visit once a month.

yes, the clown is dead. Yes, Jason was there when they dissolved the body using lye and water. Yes, he was slightly salty, seeing as how it'd taken the Bats forever to kill the creep. In the end, it'd been Ghost-Maker, Bruce's weird (yet impressive, from a crimefighting POV) ex, who'd been in Gotham tracking some illegal shipment. Apparently, Khan had been a good boy, following Bruce's rules until he completed his mission. About a half hour later, Joker was found dead. There was an informal, 2-day celebration all across the city, one where everyone was kind to each other, like a reverse Purge. It would become a holiday, much to Bruce's chagrin. Oh, well.

when Jason turned 30, Alfred finally admitted to the Bats that he'd been part of some experimental Brit super-soldier program, one that had slightly increased his intellect, reflexes, and lifespan. Not many of them were surprised.

[liminal-pr0xy]

Okay so it's 1am but i finished reading fics and heard a song and had this thought so here's the best I got lmao

UTmv Superhero au

★★★★★★★

At the age of 16, his town was massacred and he was spared simply because he was visiting friends who lived in the main city. He searched through everything he was able to get his hands on, looking for a sign he wasn't the last one, looking for his family, looking for him.

He moved into his friend's house and stayed locked up in his borrowed, bare room for weeks after. His friend left food outside his door, never forcing him to move on, patient.

Losing your twin couldn't be easy and Dream wasn't sure life would get better. At least Ink was there, the albino artist made it a little better.

As soon as he turned 18, Dream enrolled into the city's hero academy. The heroes had failed his hometown so he dove into it, wanting to make sure no one would have to feel the hurt he had experienced.

Over the next 4 years, he'd honed his Gift and his body to be a great hero. It had come naturally and his Gift left people awestruck - being able to manipulate light constructs made of his emotions. He graduated near top of the class and set out under the hero name "Positivity."

He still missed his brother of course but being hero had helped ease the pain. Every person he saved helped mend the hole in his heart, helped put the life back in his golden eyes. He would still turn expecting his brother's purple-blue eyes but it hurt less and less after so long.

A villain rose up to fight him. Again. Again. Again. He quickly became known as "Negativity" due to his constant preference of fighting the hero Positivity. New, smaller villains started appearing with Negativity, lackies and henchmen. The Butcher, Moth, and Serialist were never seen without the other two. Vigilantes Splice and Code 422 were occasionally seen with Negativity too.

When his opponent became plural, Ink forced Dream to accept his help and a friend made in school joined in too. Ink, Blue, and Dream spent a lot of time together training so they'd be a fluid team. It paid off when Negativity had called for a retreat, single teal eye glaring at the trio. While the bad guys had managed to escape, minimal damage and injury and happened for the innocent people of the city.

★★★★★★★

Positivity had followed Negativity this fight, Splatter handling the smaller baddies with Stars' help. Positivity found himself shooting arrow after arrow at his archenemy as the villain made his way into an abandoned building. Positivity followed inside cautiously.

It was silent as he strode through the abandoned motel with peeling wallpaper and the smell of mold. His steps were light and his ears were straining to hear the other. Halfway down the second hall, he heard a commotion. Positivity quickly turned in the sound's direction, making his way quickly but quietly.

He paused outside the door, taking a deep breath before slamming the door open with his bow. He gawked, a strangled noise leaving him as he saw his...enemy?

The mask his archenemy wore was on the ground. There was a body in a puddle of blood. Tentacles of shadow were gone into a mess in the ground, like black paint staining dusty red. A scarred hand was pressed around a stab wound a the knife was left in.

He made eye contact and something clicked.

That face.

He knew that face.

It was all red and disfigured and scarred but Dream knew who that was.

Dream knew his brother's face.

"... Nighty?"

The single teal eye was confused before glaring.

The bow vanished into nothing.

"Nightmare..? Is..? I..." A hot tear fell down Dream's masked face.

"Why do you care, hero?" Negativity spat, making Dream flinch. "And you don't get to call me that. No one alive can say that name. I'll kill you-"

Dream stepped back and ripped off his mask as the villain suddenly started coming towards him, hoping Nightmare would see it. He closed his eyes and his back hit the wall and-

Gentle fingers traced his birthmark, a red blotchy spot on his cheek. They used to joke that their matching birthmarks were apples, Dream planned on getting an apple outline tattooed over it.

"... Dream..?" He opened his eyes to see tears falling from the other's eye. He couldn't trust his own voice not to break out in sobs so he only nodded. He was sure his face was twisting into that "ugly" cry he has, lips shaking and nose red.

The twins hugged each other, falling to the floor and crying into each other's shoulders.

Dream finally felt whole again.

★★★★★★★

Positivity = Dream (emotion constructs)

Stars (?) = Blue (?)

Negativity = Nightmare (tentacles/shadows)

The Butcher = Horror (something with his blade?)

Moth = Dust (?)

Serialist = Killer (copies Gifts by tasting blood?)

Splice = Cross (?)

Code 422 = Error (threads)

Splatter = Ink (creations to life)

If anyone wants to add to this or suggest something or change, go for it but tag me cus i wanna see

[arctobicwrites]

Arc five - Trey

Iriguchi jolts awake, startled. A phone is buzzing. She franticly fumbles for it, bright light making her eyes water.

It’s Watcher. Iriguchi relaxes, fear turning into annoyance. Sighing and falling back into bed, Iriguchi sees what he has to say.

 Private Messages [Heaven]->Sick_Of_Your_Horror

S: How do I comfort an abuse victim?

H: I was asleep.

S: Sorry.

S: How do I comfort an abuse victim?

H: I’m not a psychiatrist.

S: Yes, but you are better at that stuff.

H: What stuff.

S: Talking to people.

 Iriguchi pauses, thinking about how to phrase her advice.

 Private Messages [Heaven]->Sick_Of_Your_Horror

H: Normally I listen and sympathise.

H: Just offer your opinion without judgement.

H: Make them feel heard. Those situations can be isolating.

H: Offer help, but don’t act surprised or annoyed if they turn it down.

H: Choice is important.

S: Thanks.

H: No problem.

 Iriguchi switches off her phone and falls back asleep.

She wakes an hour before she normally wakes up, and groggily makes herself some tea. Later, fully refreshed and awake after a shower, Iriguchi checks her emails and the news.

On her first email, it looks like the place she volunteers at, the local food bank, needs somebody to do an extra day tomorrow, which is doable. The rest are advertisements, but she does note down a leather repair service, which she needs in case her motorcycle leathers get broken.

On their “business” email, it looks like she has received her monthly allowance again along with the same email she gets every month, which she ignores.

The local news is still screaming about Canidae’s A-class classification, debate about how the CHR is going to handle it and some opinion pieces on vigilantes, which she saves for later. Almost as a footnote, Iriguchi notes another morphist attack, this one at a grocery store, where a woman was beaten half to death for the high crime of having a mutation meta-ability.

Iriguchi pulls at her sleeve. She had almost put the news of Canidae’s A-class declaration out of her mind.

Unfortunately, that bit of news will put Suoen in the national eye, which has the unfortunate effect of putting more scrutiny on the local vigilantes – especially the ones who make no attempt to hide their own existence, like her own vigilante persona.

All of the top ten rated pro-heroes are powerhouses, and an A-rank Villain, especially one with an unknown meta-ability like Canidae will guarantee at least one will come to Suoen, seeking the big flashy fight of their career. And if they can’t get that from Canidae they will probably seek to get a fight from somewhere else, be it ordinary criminal or a vigilante in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Pro-heroes will often try to bring vigilantes in, on orders from the CHR, when they’re successful using their PR teams to spin this in a positive light - “Oh, think of the influence they have on the poor children!” and that sort of stuff.

In addition, if heroes come to Suoen, Villains will follow, hoping for revenge or publicity for their message. News crews will also follow the heroes, broadcasting every fight and encounter.

The declaration of Canidae as an A-rank Villain has her reacting instead of acting. Heroes and police will start to crack down on anybody they suspect on having a connection to Canidae, and the dog server is known to be frequented by many vigilantes.

Iriguchi did do her research before becoming a vigilante. She knows that the punishments are just as bad if not worse in some cases for the Villains, and that a lot of the more popular ones tend to disappear, which unfortunately the category her vigilante persona falls under.

Iriguchi shakes her head, closing her laptop. No point in mulling over things that can’t change. She can always not go out as Hopper until the whole thing dies down.

There is another buzz from her phone. Watcher again.

 Private Messages [Heaven]->Sick_Of_Your_Horror

S: I think I’ve found another one of those creatures off in the north.

S: I would appreciate your assistance.

 Iriguchi grimaces, glancing at the still healing bite mark on her wrist.

 Private Messages [Heaven]->Sick_Of_Your_Horror

H: Any idea what this one does?

S: It looks like a brawler made to be intimidating. Fortunately, I am reasonably sure it does not have good hearing.

S: Oh, Red Bastille will be here too.

 Iriguchi stares at the last message for a few seconds.

 Private Messages [Heaven]->Sick_Of_Your_Horror

H: I thought you disliked Red Bastille?

S: They were in the area.

 Iriguchi hmphed to herself. Red Bastille is a fierce combatant and had managed to beat the beast that had spread electricity, but not without injury.

 Private Messages [Heaven]->Sick_Of_Your_Horror

H: I’ll be there.

S: Thanks.

H: We really need a better name for that group.

H: Or at least something shorter than “those drug smugglers”.

S: The Moreau?

H: Isn’t that a book?

S: Yes, from before meta-abilities. It is about a man who tried to turn animals into humans.

H: That’ll work.

 She stretches and puts on her vigilante clothes. Iriguchi is still tired from the fight with the electric creature. But this ongoing mystery is a good distraction, especially considering what she and Watcher found when investigating the docks.

Drugs, yes, but also medical equipment and incomprehensible blueprints. The medical equipment that they recognised was cutting edge stuff, the rest had no identifying markings at all.

Hopper had ended up transporting most of it to a nearby hospital, where it was not her problem.

 She allows her thoughts to drift until she reaches those squat office spaces, like people packed into tins. Hopper bounds towards the location Watcher had sent to her, using her meta-ability almost instinctively so she does not fall.

Hopper spots Red Bastille and Watcher before they see her. They seem to be passing a notebook back and forth between them. One more use of her meta-ability gets her right behind them.

“Hi Watcher! Hello, Red Bastille!” she chirps.

Red Bastille tensed then relaxed. “Hopper.”

Watcher signed “Hello.”

Hopper smiled at them “So, got a plan?”

Watcher nudged Red Bastille, who had tensed at the contact before relaxing again. Hopper could just about see dark circles under their eyes.

“Ah, well.” Red Bastille coughed. “We agreed to try and sneak past it like you two did last time.”

Watcher added “I can’t see any ears on it.”

Hopper tilted her head, looking around. “Where is it, exactly?”

Watcher pointed at an office block across from where they were sitting. It looked abandoned, no light shining from its windows and peeling paint.

“Down in the underground parking apparently.” Red Bastille shifted uncomfortably.

“Do we have a plan, if we do have to fight it? No offence, but the last two times we ran into one of those things we had no plan, and it was horrible.” Hopper gestured at their wrist.

“Wait, last two times?” Red Bastille questioned.

“Yeah, the first one we found was huge and very fast.” Hopper shrugged. “We ran away, the other was a lot weaker thankfully.”

“Huh. So, these ‘Moreau’”, Red Bastille made air quotes, “have three of those things that you guys know of?”

Watcher nodded.

“It seems likely that there are probably more of those things.” Red Bastille fidgeted. “Three times is a pattern, after all.”

Watcher frowned “Yikes.”

Hopper winced. “Well, delightful.” She turned to look at Red Bastille. “Does Watcher’s ability nullification power effect you in anyway? It doesn’t usually affect mutant type meta-abilities, but apparently there have been some odd exceptions.”

Red Bastille glances at Watcher, who shrugs. “I don’t know.”

Hopper leans back. “Ok then. If we do have to fight it, I can distract it since I’m the fastest, Red Bastille you try and stop it by hitting it and Watcher can stop if it looks like it’s going to kill us.”

“Sounds good.”

“I’m okay with that.”

 The trio enters the parking garage silently, ducking under the unpowered parking barriers, mindful of how noise echoes in this empty space.

Watcher holds up three fingers and points down. Hopper nods, Red Bastille straightens their posture and grips their crowbar.

On the ground level, it’s empty. No cars, just bits of trash blown in by the wind, the ever-present concrete columns and the parking grid.

The first floor down is much the same, but Watcher seems more nervous. Red Bastilles fidgets with their crowbar. Hopper eyes the walls for some indication of anything.

The second floor is when they hear the breathing. It is raspy and stuttering and loud. It is much too slow to be human. Watcher slows down. Hopper does her best to tread silently. Red Bastille drifts closer to the two of them.

Watcher stops at the ramp down to the third floor. The breathing is louder. He crouches and activates his meta-ability, eyes spilling pink light crawling down his arm. An eye forms on his palm larger than the rest, pink light pouring from its gaze.

Watcher sticks that hand above the ramp, where there is a gap between it and the ceiling of the third floor. He frowns for a few seconds, original eyes spilling that same pink light.

He gestures at Hopper. “You can look.”

The pink light cuts out, and Watchers extra eyes close. He steps back, letting Hopper past him.

Hopper shuffles forwards and leans down to peek into the third floor and at the source of the breathing.

The third floor is filled with boxes. They are about the size of an adult human or slightly bigger. Part of Hoppers brain identifies them as coffin-shaped, which she ignores. In the centre of the third floor, not moving, is the monster.

It has symmetry. Not bilateral symmetry, but five-fold. Five sets of gas sacks of skin that inflated and deflated in time with the breathing. Five things that might have been legs. Five fleshy appendages that moved with those clusters of air sacks. Almost perched on top of it was a five lipped gaping maw. It looked almost human in places, if humans had been descended from some strange five-sided toads instead of apes.

Hopper finally spotted its eyes, nestled in those clusters of air sacs like fleshy warts.

She wrenched her gaze away from it, searching for a flat surface to use her meta-ability upon. A column, some distance away from the thing caught her eye.

She reached with those invisible hands and pulled. The space on that column, rubber like, resisted as it always did until she slotted it into place on the wall opposite to the gap on the edge of the ramp.

Hopper straightened and approached the portal. Red Bastille followed closely, peering at the wall, with Watcher lagging behind.

Hopper stepped through, feeling the floor under her shoes.

The breathing stopped. She turned towards where the beast was.

It lunged towards where she was standing.

“Shit!” Hopper sprinted away swerving to the right and vaulted over one of the boxes.

A low drone filled the air, and hurried footsteps rushed towards her from the other side of the level.

Hopper dived through a portal on the floor and emerged from the ceiling landing into a roll, standing, and looked over her shoulder.

The creature turned to follow her; its eyes open. It was still charging. Red Bastille was flying next to it, trying to keep up and clubbing at its main body. Watcher was sprinting towards the monster, eyes glowing.

Hopper opened another gate and fell out of the ceiling behind the monster. Red Bastille wings seized as the pink light from Watcher reached them.

They hit the floor. The beast rounded on them, slightly more slowly.

Hopper teleported above it and kicked.

It burst like a water balloon, if a water balloon was full of blood. Hopper landed in a tangle of spines and slipped, toppling what remained of the creature.

All of them, who had been caught in the splash zone, were silent.

“What the fuck.” Red Bastille stated.

Hopper pried herself free from the corpse, feeling queasy. Watcher was furiously blinking all of his eyes. He seemed to have switched off his meta-ability from pure surprise, but those eyes with irritants in them remained on his skin.

Hopper staggered a few steps and vomited.

“What the fuck.” repeated Red Bastille, louder that time.

Watcher pulled out a handkerchief and started dabbing at his remaining eyes.

Hopper picked herself up and croaked “Well, I think it is safe to say that thing had a meta-ability.” She felt tired.

Watcher paused in his scrubbing, “Is Red Bastille hurt?”

Hopper repeated that question out loud.

“Just my dignity.” Red Bastille replied. “I’m going to open one of those boxes now and ignore all of that.”

They walked towards the pile, Hopper following behind out of curiosity. She could hear Watcher come to a halt behind them as she helped Red Bastille pry open with their crowbar.

With a creak, what looked like a dead body fell out.

Hopper poked it. It was cold, like squishy ice.

Watcher pushed past them and started rummaging through the corpse's pockets.

“Watcher. That’s a fucking dead body.” Red Bastille croaked.

Watcher signed over his shoulder. Hopper pulled a face. “He’s looking for identification.” She paused, “We could...probably try and identify the rest?” If Hopper hadn’t been throwing up earlier, she would be throwing up now.

Red Bastille shuffled. “The rest – oh. Yeah. I’ll... open a few more.”

Watcher withdrew his hands from the corpse's pockets, holding a wallet. He opened it and pulled out a driving license. He scribbled down the name in his notebook.

The three proceeded to open the coffins, with Watcher searching for identification, and Hopper and Red Bastille opening them.

Only a few of the corpses had any visible mutations. Not just mutant meta-abilities, but no aesthetic mutations, not linked to a meta-ability at all. However, those which had visible mutations, had visible injuries. One corpse with a spider mutation had one of its extra legs missing.

It was Red Bastille who spotted the next oddity.

“I think... Quite a few of these people have ties to the morphist movement.” Red Bastille flicked their wings slightly. “I recognise some of them.”

Watcher nodded and noted that down. Hopper glanced at Red Bastille whose expression was unreadable.

“Are you okay?” asked Hopper.

Red Bastille closed their eyes. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” They shuddered. “I’m tired. Let’s get this fucking over with.”

In the end, there were about 45 bodies, not including the monsters. Hopper had been ignoring her emotions the entire time. The blood of the creature had somewhat dried.

Watcher was keeping an eye on her. He scribbled a note to Red Bastille who stared at it for a few seconds, before nodding.

Watcher caught one of her hands, which had been scratching her neck.

“Hopper.” He started. “I do not think you should be alone after this. Red Bastille is already staying at my apartment, there is another room for a third person for the night.”

Hopper thought about going back to the apartment alone. “...That would be great.”

“Okay. Follow me.”

[osborn97lloyd]

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[peakgenko]

HAIKYUU INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE

Haikyuu superhero au

Kuroo x reader, Sugawara x reader, Hinata x reader

Kuroo,

You always had a nagging suspicion about Kuroo’s rather peculiar character. The thing about Kuroo was that nothing about him really screamed significant. He was well liked by his teachers, scored a perfect attendance, had a fair share of friends, and he cleaned up nicely. No one’s eyes lingered on him for more than five seconds. He was just that sort of guy. He fit right in.

However, around the half mark of the semester, Kuroo’s facade of picture perfect had been slowly slipping. He could never seem to make time for his friends anymore, he left the av club, volleyball club, and debate team. He could never go without 1 hour before slipping out of a function to tend to personal matters. He’d come to class in shambles. Bandaids never seemed to be in the same place as they had been the last time.

But every possible theory and possibly for what Kuroo indulged in after school hours were thrown out the window when the raven haired boy you so feverishly yearned for had plopped down from the rooftop in an alleyway you just so happened to be loitering in. It was humanely impossible for a boy of his build to go uninjured from such a high fall. You’ve seen that mask many times before. At first, you couldn’t wait to tell your friends about your run in with New york’s friendliest vigilante. But when the masked individual pulled his mask over his head to reveal a full head of ravenous curls that you never managed to get a proper glimpse of in the halls, the boy your eyes never lingered on for more than five seconds- in fear that he might catch you, you stood awe struck.

“Kuroo?” He hadn’t noticed you lurking in the shadows. He shuns himself for being so careless and stupid. His cat like eyes rest on yours. His eyes fixate on you.

“You’re the pretty girl from chemistry. What brings you to these fine parts of New York.” His hand gestures to your surroundings, graffiti and shit littered. The smell of urine and cigarettes plague your nostrils. He kept a suave demeanour but really, Spidey was losing his shit. He didn’t attempt to reason or deny any absurd allegations of him being the mask vigilante that always seems to hold the media in a chokehold. Besides, He’s always wanted to speak to you. The universe just granted him a kickass introduction into your life. Real smooth

Sugawara,

You were a curious person since birth. Your gift of getting to the bottom of things down to its last atom is what you’d say got you a position in New York Times. Assigned with a task to research a topic that involved a whole lot of system corruption, bad cops, and dirty politicians, danger became very hard to avoid.

Word of Spider-Man’s little reporter friend plagues the streets. It seems you always find yourself in sticky situations where he has to come save the day like a hopeless damsel in distress. You two just cannot seem to keep away from one another.

What started as harmless run ins became secret meet ups on top of buildings, alleyway kisses, and nightly escapades.

You knew if he revealed his identity he’d put himself in jeopardy so you never pushed it. But the thought that maybe it was because he didn’t trust you- you being a big shot reporter and all- never left your mind.

Though kisses where his mask stopped just above the bridge of his nose- hanging upside down so that your eyes and lips were the only thing in peripheral of his buggy vigilante eyes would suffice.

After it became very clear that Spidey boy had a very huge soft spot for you, your higher ups pestered you about getting insight on whose eyes really lay behind that red mask of his.

You only ever moved to New York- the heart and soul of the USA to prove to everyone how capable you could be in the writing field. We’re you really going to jeopardize your career and throw it all away for some masked hero whom you don’t even know the name of? Or will you take your boss up on that offer and make a name for yourself.

But every time he waits by your window sill perched on his fours, shows you the night city from a different aspect or rather right above it with his hand wrapped around your waist and the other swinging the two of your bodies through the skies, every time he beats the bad guy and hauls you into his arms of safety, it becomes clear to you where your priorities lay.

Hinata,

He couldn’t help it. He was a boy much too dorky for your caliber. He was in the robotics club, he argued passionately in the debate club, and his interest lied in which issue one piece just dropped. His idea of a good time was staying the night in with his equitably geeky friends. He never even held a girls hand. But he didn’t feel that way with his mask on. He felt like he was in control. With his mask on, he had so much more play? You’d hardly believe how many girls throw themselves into him when he poses as the friendly neighbourhood hero everyone so dearly loves.

He knew it was selfish to use the mask for his own personal motives. It went against his morals completely. But when he spoke to you for the first time behind his suit, it all just came so easy.

For the first time, you looked at him. For the first time, you spoke to him.

Eventually, he couldn’t leave you alone. And you were more than okay with it. You never understood why such a world renowned hero bothered giving you the time of day. Besides it was a little hard to stay away from him. His suave and witty personality always gravitated toward you. He made you laugh. Meet ups with the celebrity masked hero became your little secret.

Unfortunately for Spider-Man, you could never really manage to reciprocate his feelings fully. Because your heart ached for a rather futile situationship of your own with this eccentric and bashful ginger you could never seem to hold a conversation with at school.

stay tuned for part two <3

[scarletttries]

Three and Half Date Nights with Adrian Chase: Date Two

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Rating: not explicit

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: This is continuing the series from my Adrian Chase one shot 'A Rare Night Off'. There is also a date one in the series, and let me know if you have any other Peacemaker Requests (or just any peacemaker thoughts as that is all my thoughts now.)

You peered through the frosted glass of your bathroom window, stepping out of the shower, sun still shining brightly into the room.

"We should go for a walk?" You posed to Adrian, still under the warm flowing water, save for one of his arms which reached out to keep a hand on your shoulder, unwilling to be separated for even a moment. He hummed in agreement, mind only half focused after enjoying your company in the shower so much. You continued, "it's a nice day and most of the time we get to spend in the sun is in full tactical gear, we should take the chance to enjoy it." You squeezed his hand on your shoulder before heading to the bedroom to get dressed. You looked for something suitably summery, wanting to make the most of the opportunity to feel the sun of your skin, and settled on a cute pair of short dungarees and a nice cropped exercise tank you usually saved for getting dragged to yoga classes with Harcourt.

You towel-dried your hair a bit while Adrian joined you, wrapping his still wet arms around you and kissing the top of your head, "You look like a ray of sunshine babe." He beamed, squinting to get a good look at you without his glasses. You reached over to the dresser where his spectacles sat in their open case, unfolding them and softly placing them on the bridge of his nose, kissing him softly. "You look even better now!" He boasted, and you could tell from the way his eyes focused down on you that he was half considering shedding his towel and pulling you on to the bed for another round already, so you broke his focus, picking up your favourite Adidas platform trainers and chirping,

"Walkies?" Your puppy of a boyfriend excitedly smiled and nodded, moving to get himself dressed as well.

"You have to hold my hand the whole time though. Otherwise I might get lost, or you might finally escape me!" He bargained, clambering back over the bed to wrap his arms around you, lifting you at the waist in his best kidnap impression. You squealed as he spun you around, before finally transporting you to your front door, setting you down weaving his fingers through yours.

"Well I would never let you escape me so that's only fair." You countered, grabbing your keys and phone and heading out into the warm afternoon air.

You let Adrian lead the way, choosing directions and paths seemingly at random. Every so often he'd stop and look around and mumble about knowing where to go next, and you enjoyed tracing your thumb over the back of his hand softly, pointing out the sights he missed, like a cat tightrope-walking across the top of a wall, or a cloud that looked distinctly like a dinosaur. As you got nearer to downtown Evergreen, Adrian started to tell you a few stories of his time growing up around here. You'd only been in town a couple of months in the team, so it was nice to have a local, albeit unusual tour guide, telling you about how his brother would tried to get served in that liquor store at 15, or how Chris once banned from a gym on this street for insisting the weights were lighter than they were marked, thinking it was a conspiracy to stop him getting 'to his ultimate stage of tone.'

You laughed at his stories, enjoying this insight into Adrian's youth. He didn't talk much about his childhood, but you got the impression it wasn't always the happiest time for him, so it was nice to hear about the highlights that stuck with him. Just as he was rounding a corner, telling you about the time they tried to train Eagly to steal hotdogs from a vendor on this street, he stopped mid-sentence, eyes lighting up,

"Oh shit, I wonder if it's still there! Come on this way!" He switched directions and picked up his pace, suddenly a man on a mission. You knew better than to question what was happening, knowing Adrian would only leave you in suspense until he was ready anyway. You cut through a side street stepping out right in front of large, slight rundown shopfront.

"Eddie's Emporium? What's it an emporium of, lovely?" You asked nervously, unsure whether to expect kittens or missile launchers when it came to Vigilante.

"Fun things!" He almost elaborated, already getting two tickets from the kiosk out front. The guy behind the desk gave you a slight frown, making you feel even more out of place before Adrian grabbed your hand again, leading you through the front door into a huge hall of,

"Arcade games!" Adrian beamed, "I used to come here all the time as a kid, and I never got to use the two player games, but now I have you!" You didn't know if your heart was melting or breaking as he looked at you with such devotion, so happy to finally have a go-to person by his side.

"So what's first gorgeous, give me the tour!" You requested, holding your entwined hands forwarding, letting Adrian lead again.

You spent what felt like hours having a go at every two player game in the place; you shot fake plastic guns at zombies, Adrian setting a new high score and scaring the few kids that were in the arcade with you. You teamed up on a dance machine, Adrian insisting on holding your hand through the entire performance for moral support, occasionally getting distracted by your dance moves. You beat him at a motorcycle racing game, and then made him promise he would never actually get a motorcycle given how many times he crashed his virtual version. You whacked moles, shot hoops and did just about everything else the arcade had to offer. Being the gentleman he is, Adrian gave all the tickets he won to you, letting you pick out a cute prize from the counter, knowing you would treasure it forever. Armed with a stuffed knock-off Pokémon toy that didn't quite look right, you two emerged from the arcade full of laughter, into the night air, the sun now set. Your stomach rumbled loudly as you checked the time, now well into the evening,

"As my local tour guide, please can you take me and Mr Electric Mouse somewhere we can eat?" You asked, holding the teddy's arms to make it rub its soft tummy.

"I don't know much about the dietary requirements of an electric mouse, but I do remember there being a really good pizza place somewhere between here and the park?" He mused, once again locking his fingers in yours and setting off at a purposeful pace, leaving you in fits of laughter at his dedication to his tour guide role.

He found the place he had in mind, and after getting a pizza for you to share, he led you to the park he mentioned. The two of you settled on the swings of the empty playground, passing the box back and forth as you rocked in your seats, enjoying the delicious nourishment. After a few slices you closed up the box and set it on the empty seat next to you. You kicked your legs a bit harder, getting a bit more momentum, giggling to yourself, glancing to Adrian to see him smiling up at you. You slowed down, holding the chain of your swing to lean across and kiss him softly, breaking his train of thought and silence.

"I wish we had met sooner. Like when we were kids." He said softly, his eyes landing on his lap, "I feel like I spent a lot of time alone back then, or having to follow my brother and friends around because I didn't have my own. And I love that I have you now, and that's never going to change, I just wish I didn't have to go through arcade days, and school dances, and weird house parties without you back then." His sincerity came through so clearly, you could tell how much had missed having you in his life before you met, and you understood because you felt the same piece missing from your life before he came into it. You wrapped your arms around him, awkwardly angling your seat, and rubbed his back gently. You kissed his forehead, an affectionate gesture you knew always warmed his heart,

"I wish that too Adrian, I didn't like waiting to meet you either. And if we had known each other back then, you best believe I would have asked you to every single dance. And I mean every dance, even the father-daughter ones, and it would have been weird and inappropriate, but I would have done it to hang out with you." He laughed against your chest, lifting his loving gaze to meet yours, retorting, "Not if I asked you first."

Your single shared brain cell kicking in at the same time, you both leapt to your feet, one hand extended to the other, about to ask for a dance but laughing too hard at your identical positions to get the words out. You nodded at the unasked question, wrapping your arms around his neck, while his hands settled on your waist. You swayed gently in the moonlight, and for a moment it was easy to hear the music playing, picturing Adrian in a suit and you in a dress, a dance floor beneath your feet. He twirled you around then pulled you back against his chest, face lowered down to yours. His nose rested to the side of yours, his lips so close you could feel the warmth as he breathed out, "I love you. Forever."

[honeybunpeter]

I saw this post from @starker-secrets and had to write something.

"I need more of Tony spying on Peter thru his suit"

Hope you enjoy :)

~~

“Sir, Mr. Parker’s suit is transmitting audio that the Baby Monitor Protocol has flagged as potentially distressed. Would you like to hear it?”

“Yeah, give it to me FRI.”

Gasps sounded through the suit’s speakers as Tony flew from the partially built upstate facility back to Avengers tower. It sounded at first like Peter was in pain, and Tony’s heart dropped to his stomach as he sped up. But then a soft moan filtered through, and Tony’s heart dropped even further. Faintly, he could hear slick noises, softly squelching in the rhythm a fist would make over an approximately 5.4 inch long object. Peter wasn’t in distress. Quite the opposite in fact.

Tony’s dick got hard so fast it made him dizzy. He faltered slightly in his flight, overcorrecting when he tilted.

Peter was apparently done with his patrol for the day, if this audio was anything to go by.

A student at NYU, Peter had refused Tony’s offer of a fully paid tuition, and was instead paying for his schooling himself. Because of the whole Neighborhood Spider-Man deal, he couldn’t work enough jobs to pay for both an apartment and the tuition, and have enough time to be Spider-Man and a normal student, so he had accepted Tony’s offer of an apartment. He had initially refused that as well, but after Tony cited his endless supply of wealth, as well as Peter’s need for privacy due to his costumed alter-ego, Peter reluctantly accepted.

That privacy was now being used to its full advantage. The moans currently caressing Tony’s ears were increasing in both volume and frequency.

Feeling guilty and more and more like the creepy old man he pretended not to be, Tony was about to open his mouth to tell FRIDAY to cut the sound, when the slick noises suddenly sped up.

Peter, alone in his apartment that Tony bought for him, jerking off while wearing the suit Tony made for him, was about to come, and Tony was going to hear the whole thing. Fumbling, Tony put the suit in FRIDAY’s control, not trusting his unfocused eyes and racing heart to steer him home. Breathing hard, he turned his full attention to the delicious noises echoing in his helmet.

“Unh, fuck. Ah— ah— ah—“

Peter cut off with a gasp, before he stopped breathing entirely. After a silent, expectant moment, his voice broke on a loud moan as he presumably came, all over his multi-million dollar suit.

Tony’s dick was currently trying to poke a hole through the hard metal casing of his own suit. He was aching, literally aching, to get home and peel it off, and finally indulge in the thoughts he hadn’t let himself think for the past year.

Listening to Peter’s heavy breathing as he recovered, Tony thought back to when he first met Peter.

Freshly eighteen and a new freshman in college, Peter was understandably scared when Tony dropped into his dorm room to accuse him of vigilante-ing, and to ask him to help in Germany. Tony knew Peter had an aunt in Queens, and he was considering using her as leverage, when Peter agreed to fly to Leipzig and miss a week of classes. He had done well, had helped Tony try to keep the Avengers together (which actually did nothing but tear them further apart, but that was in no way Peter’s fault), and had gone back to his dorm room with Tony’s promise of a call.

Of course Tony had found Peter attractive. With big eyes framed by thick lashes, a strong and muscular body hidden under large hoodies and sweatpants, with a bright and easy smile, he was charming in his excitement and naïveté. He was almost too pure, his rosy cheeks and soft skin so obviously a metaphor for an angel it could hardly be called a metaphor anymore.

Peter was legally an adult, yes, but Tony was his mentor, and Peter was almost thirty years Tony’s junior. He didn’t have the weight of thousands of lives and a failed marriage and a broken team dragging down his shoulders like Tony had, either. That shit aged you.

So Tony had locked his impure thoughts away in a little box in his brain, only taking it out sometimes to look at it, but never to open it.

But now, the little box had been blown wide open, and all the thoughts Tony had smothered were back in full force. Thoughts like how Peter would look with tears of pleasure beading at the corners of his eyes, how he would look with cum splattered on his cheeks, how he would moan high and pretty when Tony licked him just so, how his lithe back would arch, how his mouth would drop open when Tony first pushed inside him, how he would look up at Tony in rapture, with love in his eyes— No. That was too far. Tony couldn’t afford to think like that.

When Peter’s breathing finally evened out, Tony cleared his throat and said, “Cut the sound, FRI.”

Taking control of his suit back once he reached Manhattan, Tony angled his way down to the landing pad of the tower. Once he landed the suit opened up, letting him stumble his way out on trembling legs. His slacks were uncomfortably tight. Finally making it back to his room and collapsing on his bed, he shoved his hand down his pants, closed his eyes, and let his hind brain take over. Trying to ignore the guilt settling like acid in his stomach.

—

Peter had known for weeks about the Baby Monitor Protocol. He didn’t know if it was just tracking his location, or sending information, or even recording, so he did a little hunting. Finding in the code and his suit only a tracker and an outgoing connection to the microphone in his mask, he figured that Karen was constantly transmitting audio and general location information to FRIDAY.

Swinging between buildings on his way home one afternoon after patrol, he thought about what that meant. It made him a little hot under the collar knowing that Mr. Stark could hear everything he was doing when he was wearing the suit, could be listening at all times. Listening to Peter helping old ladies across the street, saving a man from a mugging, panting with exertion— would he think his heavy breathing was from something else?

The thought made Peter miss his next web shot and he had to scramble to make sure he didn’t smash into a street lamp. Warmth bloomed into his cheeks and down his neck. His suit was starting to feel uncomfortably tight, and he swung faster.

Making it to his living room window, he dropped in on silent feet. He stumbled his way to his couch, slumping down until his head was resting on the back of it. Opening the secret seam at his waist Mr. Stark made when Peter complained about needing to pee when he was patrolling (and God what Mr. Stark would say if he knew what it was being used for now—) he slipped his hand in to palm at his aching cock. Groaning in relief, he closed his eyes and gave in to the pleasure.

What if Mr. Stark were listening? Would he be disgusted? Would he turn off the audio as soon as he knew what Peter was doing? Or would he be intrigued, aroused, at the thought of Peter defiling his multi-million dollar gift?

Peter did just that when the thought popped into his head, sending streaks up his chest almost to his masked chin. Body still jolting in the aftershocks, what he just did finally registered in his head.

Gasping in panic this time, rather than pleasure, he ripped his mask off and flung it across the room, peeling his suit off next. What was he thinking? There was no way Mr. Stark would he anything other than disgusted with what he heard, if he heard it at all. Not to mention, Peter had violated Mr. Stark. Guilt and panic started to clog his throat, and he resolved to never do it again.

—

A few weeks later, Peter relaxed back on his bed and pulled his mask off. He wiped his sweaty hair off of his forehead and grinned. Fuck. That was good.

He wasn’t sure if Mr. Stark was listening, but honestly it didn’t matter, because that was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had. He’d imagined that Mr. Stark was teasing him, was keeping him balanced on the edge, whispering how Peter’s pleasure was his, his to create and control.

After the last time he jerked off in the suit, he had resolved to never do it again. But that was only until Peter saw the way Mr. Stark watched him. Peter wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, imagining something he only wished was there, but he could almost feel the heated gaze Mr. Stark sent him tingling down his spine. When they worked in Mr. Stark’s workshop side by side, Peter modifying his web shooters and Mr. Stark tinkering on his cars, or making an entirely new Iron Man suit, or just generally flitting between projects, Peter felt that Mr. Stark was doing a lot more tripping over his feet and burning his fingers than actually paying attention to what he was doing. Peter liked to imagine that this distraction was because of him, and not because of something else.

So Peter decided to do what Peter does best; solve the shit out of this problem. After class he changed into the tightest shirt he owned, and some gym shorts with a 5-inch inseam, ones he only bought because MJ slipped it into his basket at Target when he wasn’t looking. He felt distinctly uncomfortable on the subway to Stark Tower, but the thought of Mr. Stark’s (hopefully) flustered face was enough to steel his resolve.

He wasn’t disappointed. Mr. Stark practically did a spit-take when Peter walked out of the elevator into the workshop, eyes tracing up and down his body.

“Hey Mr. Stark,” Peter said, dropping his backpack off at his work station and sitting down, projecting a casual air.

“H-hey, Peter.”

Peter grinned down at the desk top. Mr. Stark never stuttered. That was almost a written confirmation of his hypothesis in Peter’s eyes.

The next night before his patrol, Peter settled down onto his bed, wearing his mask but no suit, preparing to have a fantastic next hour.

Which he definitely did.

—

In the weeks that followed the first time, Tony felt unbearably dirty, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. How Peter’s moans sounded. How he might look, wracked with pleasure, his face slack and pink mouth open, eyes rolled back. Peter’s moans and pretty gasps haunted his every waking moment, and most of his sleeping moments too. He’d often wake up with sticky boxers, something that hadn’t happened to him since he was a teenager. A teenager like Peter, oh god.

He’d taken to wearing an earpiece, not visible of course, that connected directly to FRIDAY in case he was out of the tower or away from his suit when Peter next indulged in, ahem. Some personal time.

But it hadn’t happened again since the first time. Unfortunately. Or maybe fortunately. Maybe if Tony didn’t hear it again he would stop thinking about it. Maybe then he could go back to pretending he wasn’t that creepy old man. Who was he kidding, he still was. Peter had walked into the workshop the previous day wearing very short shorts and a tight shirt, his tan legs and leanly muscled chest taunting Tony as they worked. But he could at least try to not creep on Peter electronically.

“Sir, Mr. Parker’s suit is transmi—“

There goes that.

Tony looked around the hallway he was in in the upstate facility, and snuck into an empty conference room. He quickly locked the doors and asked FRIDAY to black out the windows.

“Let me hear it.”

Moans filled his ear again, closer this time, more intimate. It sounded also as if the audio was clearer. Tony could hear more things now. Like how Peter’s breath would hitch on a moan right after the slick noises of his fist slowed down or stopped entirely— was he teasing himself? would he like to be teased for hours if Tony were there? Tony could bring him to the edge over and over, watch the flush move down Peter’s cheeks to his chest, watch his cock twitch every time Tony let go, watch tears of frustration start to fall down his pretty face—

—and how there was also the dry rasping sound of skin on skin, followed by a sharp gasp— was he caressing his chest, running his fingers over his nipples, pinching them? twisting them? did Peter like pain? would he like it if Tony sucked dark bruises all over his body, biting them deeper, leaving his mark—

(—it didn’t occur to Tony to wonder why Peter’s chest was bare but the suit was transmitting audio, meaning Peter was wearing the mask and only the mask—)

—and this time when Peter was about to come Tony heard that the sound of his fist moving over his cock stopped, and instead there was a softer sound, quick and frantic but still gentle and wet— like Peter was rubbing his first two fingers on the spot right under the head of his cock, the most sensitive part, like he was letting the heat build and build rather than letting it take over immediately, letting the warm ache spread out into his pelvis and thighs and lower back, building and building, until the pleasure became too hot and he had to wrap his fist back around the head and squeeze gently, gasping through the waves and waves of pleasure—

Tony gasped through his own orgasm, not realizing that he’d snuck his hand down his slacks while he was listening. He shivered as he came back down.

“Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck. Fuck.” Tony cursed quietly under his breath as he carefully pulled his hand from out of his boxers. “Cut the sound, FRI.”

He looked down at his dirty hand, wondering how he was going to get out of this room and hallway undetected.

“What the hell am I doing?”

—

Peter jerks off in the suit several more times over the next few weeks, each time so full of mind-melting pleasure it leaves him gasping for minutes after. His guard is starting to drop, the idea of Mr. Stark hearing him, and his fantasies of Mr. Stark being there, have made him reckless.

It all comes to a head one Thursday night. Peter had just received an A on one of his midterms, and wanted to reward himself (not that there was any chance he wouldn’t do well on the midterm, but it’s the thought that counts), so he settled in for a long, luxurious jerk-off session.

“Uh— uh— yeah—“

Fuck it felt good. If only Mr. Stark were here. He’d trace his fingers up and down Peter’s flanks, nip possessively at his neck, cover Peter’s fingers on his cock with his own. He’d wring the pleasure out of Peter so skillfully and thoroughly that Peter would be able to do nothing more than shiver and cry under his calloused hands.

Forgetting himself, and who could be listening, Peter gasped out “Mr. Stark—“

“Calling Mr. Stark now,” came Karen’s cool voice.

Eyes popping open Peter yelped, frantically shouting “No! Wait—“

With a gentle bing, the phone call connected. Fast and heavy breathing followed by Mr. Stark’s unusually rough and breathless voice filled Peter’s ears.

“…Peter?”

[unrealghosts]

BNHA fic recs for people who are caught up with the manga

i think this needs to exist. feel free to add on, god knows i need it lol

Stuck With You - While trying to pursue Izuku, Ochako gets stuck to him via a mishap with Mineta's quirk. (Featuring a grouchy, sleep deprived Izuku and a stubborn Ochako.)

Deja Vu - Waking up in his 15 year old body was the last thing Izuku could have expected to happen to him.

Getting blown up? Sure. Stabbed? Yeah. Having to stop an apocalypse? Usual Wednesday morning.

But fighting against his own nature to save those around him just to preserve his future? For once, he was completely out of his league.

And he couldn't punch his way out of this one.

Galaxies & Universes, Nebulae & More (Won’t You Let Me Show You It All?) - Izuku doesn’t understand why they want him back; he’ll just hurt them anyway.

Time Is A Powerful Tool - Midoriya Izuku is a normal teenager.

Stuck in an apocalypse, seeing dead people, fighting a super villian, dying, somehow going back in time.

Just your typical teenager stuff right?

Of ashes and moonlight - Tenko Shimura, later known as Tomura Shigaraki was raised by All for one as the perfect villain, an instrument of revenge against the number one hero, because only the number one villain of all time showed him any kind of compassion, when he needed it the most.

But what if someone got to him before All for one. What if Tenko learned the kindness of a single individual, before All for one took him in? How would that change everything going forward?

Tea in a bar - tldr; the LOV kidnapped Izuku while he was in the middle of getting dinner and much to their surprise Izuku is just tired and would rather simply enjoy some of Kurogiri's tea

i just wanna be with you (even if you don't feel the same) - a snippet of katsuki's thoughts at kamino ward during chapter 321.

take his hand - As he went to grab Izuku's hand, Katsuki realized he had no control. He watched in horror as he once again smacked Izuku's hand away. Those pretty green eyes filled with tears. Katsuki wanted to reach out, scream, apologize, anything.

Deku & Top Three Team-Up : In the Past!? - A mysterious Villain accosts the Top Three, after the War has ended.

His Quirk? Time-Travel.

His motivations? Understandable. All he wants is just to see his family alive and happy again, after the horror of the Rampage of Gigantomachia.

What better way than to send the Top Three Heroes back, to fix the problems that they created through their weaknesses?

Too bad Deku got sent back with them. Or is this a good thing? No one can actually tell.

Shared pain equals ... love?Shared pain equals ... love? - One and a half years have passed since Midoriya Izuku left UA to save Shigaraki and the world. The war has been over for half a year now, but the green haired boy that the entire class had adored still wasn't back. It was summer vacation of their third year, when Uraraka felt like she couldn't handle it anymore. She decides to finally turn to the one person she knew loved Deku just as much as she did; The one and only, Bakugo Katsuki.

A Collectors Rumination - Apparently there’s a new vigilante running around, so ragged and scraped up from battle that you wouldn’t even know he’s a hero. Honestly- She wonders what kind of a person you’d have to be to give heroics a try now.

Shattered Moon - “IZUKU MIDORIYA!" The stern yet unhinged voice of class A's resident rocker shook most of the class, along with the masked man they stood opposed to.

"Jirou, I'm not coming back." Deku quickly responded. "I'm not making any of you more of a target."

Aftermath - After Deku leaves, Katsuki only has a letter and a Diary as an explanation.

thats all i got for now folks please please please reblog with more additions i am in dire need of content after that latest chapter fr

[fridayfirefly]

The Art of Debate

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Written for Timari January Day 29 - Debate Competition

@timari-month-event

Marinette had always had a gift with words. The ability to use her words to convince people to do what she wanted came naturally to her. At the age of five, Marinette convinced her kindergarten teacher to take their whole class to get ice cream. At the age of thirteen, she joined her first debate team and was a crucial part of the winning debate that got her team third place in Regionals. Two years later, she was the captain of her high school debate team, and they were competing all over France. Two years after that, in her last year of high school, Marinette's team qualified for an international debate competition that took them all around the world. The championship debate, between Francois Dupont Academy and Gotham Academy, was to be held in Gotham.

Marinette had faith in her team that they would win. The team of ten debaters practiced every afternoon for months, led by Marinette and her co-captain Lila.

Lila had been an unexpected addition to the team, given that Marinette and Lila had gotten off to a bad start when Lila first joined her class. However, after witnessing Lila so thoroughly convince the class of a lie so outrageous that Marinette could hardly believe that anyone with half a brain would see right through it, Marinette realized that Lila's skills could be put to good use. Marinette offered the Italian girl a deal. If Lila joined the debate team and promised to never use her lies to cause direct harm, Marinette would no longer call her out of her harmless lies. Lila agreed, and quickly became one of their key debaters.

Over time, Lila started lying less and less, as she realized that she didn't need to lie to make friends. Two years after the first joined the debate team, Lila stayed after practice and offered Marinette a deal. Lila would never lie again if Marinette made her co-captain of the debate team. In full faith, Marinette agreed. She had seen the change in Lila and knew that there was a chance that they might even become friends.

"How's practice going?" asked Marinette as Lila joined her at the front of the classroom. Marinette was going over the paperwork for their upcoming championship debate while Lila was running practice. Their team members were hard at work: Aurore and Mireille were debating net neutrality, Kagami and Ivan were debating the right to own firearms, Sabrina and Nathanial were debating the morality of abortion, and Max and Marc were debating the ethics of medically assisted suicide.

"It's going well. I have everyone partnered up, working on either the affirmative or negative position. Then they'll split into either the research group or the public speaking group, based on what skills they need to improve on."

Marinette smiled. "We're going to win this, I just know it."

Lila gave her a devious smile back. "As if I would let us lose."

---

In the hallway of the Gotham Grand Hotel, outside of the ballroom where the debate tournament was being held, Marinette fed US dollar bills into a vending machine. "Diet coke is... A7." Marinette pressed the button and waited as the machine refused to give her the drink. "Are you serious?" sighed Marinette.

"Need some help?" asked a dark-haired boy in a sweater with an iron-on patch reading Gotham Preparatory Academy Debate Team. He was cute, in a nerdy kind of way. Nerdy wasn't Marinette's usual type, but she could see the appeal with the boy in front of her.

"I gave the machine my money but it won't give me my drink, and my debate - our debate, actually - starts in just a few minutes."

"I'll let you in on a secret. You aren't supposed to shake it, but if you do it anyway..." the boy shook the machine, and Marinette's diet coke tumbled down into the tray below.

Marinette smiled. "Thank you! I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, by the way. I'm co-captain of the team from Françoise Dupont."

"Timothy Drake, but you can call me Tim. I look forward to seeing you debate."

"Thanks, you too." Marinette watched as Tim turned and left, jogging to catch up with one of his teammates, a blonde girl who glanced over towards Marinette with a knowing smile on her face. Any other day, Marinette would have spent a little more of her attention on Tim, but today she knew she had to focus. Marinette had a debate to win.

---

"We live in a world facing an incredible number of challenges. However, there is one challenge that often sticks out among the rest as the most pressing issue, with much debate over its severity. Is climate change the greatest threat facing humanity today? Collège Françoise Dupont, you will be arguing the affirmative. Gotham Preparatory Academy, you will be arguing the negative.

Kagami and Max went up first, two excellent debaters, and while the students from Gotham were certainly good, they were no match for Kagami and Max. Kagami had the self-assured confidence to never show any doubt about the validity of her claims and Max had the raw knowledge to win any debate through the sheer amount of factual evidence he could bring to the table. The first round went to Kagami and Max, giving Françoise Dupont a strong start.

As Marinette high-fived Kagami and Max, she caught a glimpse of Tim out of the corner of her eye. He was staring at her with a look on his face that Marinette couldn't quite decipher - confusion or frustration or some mix of the two. Either way, Marinette didn't particularly enjoy being stared at. She met his eyes and stared right back, narrowing her eyes. Tim looked away, a slight flush to his face. Marinette was left feeling more confused than anything else. Why was Tim staring at her, and why with such an odd look on his face?

Three more rounds of debate followed, with wins alternating between Collège Françoise Dupont and Gotham Academy. The schools were tied two and two by the final round, but Marinette couldn't quite stay focused on the debate. The only thing she could focus on was Tim. Watching him in her periphery, Marinette could see him having a heated exchange with one of the girls on his team, the blonde that Marinette had noticed earlier.

"Focus, Marinette!" hissed Lila. "This is the final round, and you and I are up."

The announcer stepped up to the microphone to announce the topic of debate. "This topic has been in the news a lot these past few weeks, with the introduction of the Superhero Registration Act. Though most news sources consider it unlikely that the bill will pass, it raises the question which you will be debating today: Should the government have a larger role in regulating the actions of vigilante superheroes? Gotham Preparatory Academy, you will be arguing the affirmative. Françoise Dupont, you will be arguing the negative."

Marinette shared a look with Lila, who was already smirking. "No way we lose this one," Lila mouthed.

Marinette nodded, narrowing her eyes at the opposing team. Even if Tim was cute, there was no way she was losing.

The affirmative started the debate, meaning that the team from Gotham spoke first. Stephanie Brown, Tim's blonde teammate from earlier, began with a lecture about a lack of accountability associated with vigilante justice. It was a flimsy argument if you knew where to poke holes in it. Luckily, that was what Marinette was best at.

"It's been universally accepted that superheroes are a necessary part of our current culture. The one job a superhero has is to save as many lives as possible. How are they supposed to complete that one job if there is constant government restriction and intervention? We've all watched for years as superheroes operated outside of the government - this is because superheroes don't need to be regulated. In addition, I would like to ask: in what way do superheroes need to be more accountable? Our world has seen time and time again that the superhero community keeps itself in check. When one superhero starts to stray from the path of good, they are held accountable by their fellow superheroes."

The debate continued, back and forth between Marinette, Tim, Lila, and Stephanie. With bated breath, Marinette waited for the results of the round to be announced.

"The final round goes to... Collège Françoise Dupont!"

"We did it!" cheered Marinette, as she got up to congratulate her teammates. She celebrated with the rest of her team but still couldn't shake her odd feeling about Tim Drake. Something wasn't right with him, and Marinette was going to figure out what it was.

There was a celebratory banquet after the competition, in which the awards would be given out and the organizers would give their speeches. As Marinette entered the banquet hall she was Tim slip out of the banquet hall and into the hallway at the other side of the room. She made the snap decision to follow him, maneuvering herself through crowds of people until she got to the right exit.

As Marinette turned down the hallway, she caught Tim whispering into his phone in the hallway. As soon as Tim caught sight of her he quickly hung up his phone and shoved it in his pocket. Marinette approached him, eyes narrowing. "Why were you staring at me?"

Tim glanced around to see if anyone else was around, then blurted out, "You're Ladybug."

Marinette froze. That was not what she expected to hear. "I- I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"You're the Parisian superhero, Ladybug. It all makes sense - black hair, blue eyes, same approximate height and weight. You're incredibly passionate about superheroes - that's what tipped me off in the first place. To top it all off, you're from the same school that Ladybug has a nearly instantaneous response time for dealing with akumas that arise out of it. I didn't see anyone on your team who fit the profile of Chat Noir, but I guarantee that if I were to snoop around online I could find a picture of you with a blonde-haired green-eyed boy." Tim's rapid-fire analysis left Marinette with no chance to refute his claims.

"You figured all of that out during our hour-long debate tournament?"

Tim nodded slowly. "I'm a bit of a detective, myself. In fact, compared to some of my other detective work, figuring out that you were a superhero was easy."

"You're the first person to ever deduce that I'm Ladybug - including my friends, parents, and Chat Noir himself - and all you have to say for yourself is that it was easy?" exclaimed Marinette.

Tim shrugged awkwardly, seeming to have no words to defend himself. Or perhaps it was because he didn't trust himself to say anything, because he had already revealed more than he had intended to. At that point, Marinette started to make her own deductions. The ease at which he had figured out that she was Ladybug. The fact that he had alluded to making other deductions comparable to figuring out Marinette's Ladybug secret. His knowledge of Ladybug - a minor superhero from across the globe - to the extent that he knew not only her approximate height and weight but her reaction times for akumatizations in different areas of Paris. The pieces started coming together in Marinette's mind. Her eyes narrowed as she accused, "You're a superhero too, Timothy Drake. Or, at the very least, you've worked with superheroes before."

Tim took the accusation even less gracefully than Marinette did, shaking his head rapidly as he backed up a few paces. "You have no idea what you're talking about. I have no idea what you're talking about. Me? A superhero? No way!" Tim ended his babbling with a nervous laugh.

Marinette smiled pleasantly, pleased with herself. Although it wasn't ideal that a stranger knew her secret identity, she now knew that Tim wouldn't be spilling her secret to anyone, not when Marinette had the exact same dirt on him. "I'll see you around, Tim." Marinette whipped around and started to walk away.

"Wait, wait, wait! Marinette!" Tim called out.

Marinette tried to suppress the smile on her face as she walked back into the banquet hall. She was beginning to like Tim, and she could tell that this wouldn't be the last she saw of him. Now, all she had to do was get on even footing with him. Perhaps, by figuring out his secret identity. Which, Marinette figured, wouldn't be too difficult. After all, how many superheroes could Gotham possibly have?

(Cut to: Marinette, back at her hotel room, trying to tell the different members of the Batfamily apart. "How do they all have black hair and blue eyes? How is that even possible?")

[class1akids]

BNHA 309 - Thoughts

OK, so I’m skipping everything with Shindou because I don’t care. 

To nobody’s surprise, the whole Vigilante!Deku was just some trolling, and he’s literally working with the entire establishment, but look, All Might also has a Batmobile (though not as cool as BJ’s).

He also remembers apparently that he has some tech-wizard friends in America, as the whole “Deku’s arms will be wet noodles”-plot gets a most unsatisfactory asspull explanation. They apparently still don’t survive 100%, but also Deku’s arms constantly used 100% without a REAL consequence, so I’m like where the villagers are in the story of the boy who cried wolf. I stopped caring for the Deku’s arms plotline. 

In the meantime, it looks like the Top 3 team-up is a go and it seems a total overkill for both BJ and Endeavor to be fighting the same small-time villain, but whatever, it turns out that the Top 3 are using Deku as bait and they are shadowing him or something. 

I thought Shouto was supposed be part of the team-up considering he initiated it, but well... here we are...

I’m a salty little bitch this week because we get 10+ panels waxing poetic of Deku’s reunion with Inko, while we got none of Shouto with Rei and like Deku has 100 storylines, but Shouto’s most important one was about his mom. So I can’t care. Also, the badass post-Kamino Inko is gone. If Deku was my kid, I’d rip All Might a new one, but Inko is as assertive as a butterfly-fart. 

So moving on, Deku is leaving UA because he doubles down in the “have to save everyone” martyr complex, and I’m sure that the narrative puts this as another proof of his “heroic, selfless spirit” stuff, but all I see are people who are just as good heroes as Deku is, and it’s not up to him to decide for them what they want to risk their lives for.  So yeah, that “what can you even do, little victims?” type of thinking is rather negative to me and another thing I can’t cheer on. Though I’m sure Deku doesn’t realize what he’s doing here, not to talk about he was just as beat up as any of these people... so pot - kettle - fuck, I guess?

And since he’s asking Inko to understand and accept putting himself into danger, he should also understand and accept it from others, so that’s kind of a hypocrite thing to do. If the narrative ever calls him out. 

So, I don’t know if the TL is correct here, because why would Deku have a good way of tracking ShigarAFO, and surely it’s more about AFO tracking Deku and also - fuck the Top 3 for putting a child as the axis of their battle plan, but I guess, BJ combing his hair with his phone is...innovative?... different?...

And finally all the mysteries are revealed. Deku takes the mantle of the guy who says “choose murder” (which pretty much guarantees that Deku won’t kill Tomura, but also still doesn’t explain why he takes a tattered, stinky old cape other than it’s a rare collector’s item?) and it definitely feels like that whole Batman homage was incredibly useless. Deku and Batman have like nothing in common - in philosophy, backstory or fighting style or pretty much anything. 

We also get yet another team-up, before any of the previous team-ups have been delivered upon. 

This all seems to be going a bit too smoothly. Also, Deku doubling down on the solo hero schtick - I hope this is not Hori’s exhaustion making the story unravel, but is building towards something interesting. 

I can’t wait for the class to be shown finally. TDBK continues to be hidden, and I’m sure it will be something, but it better be fucking worth all the aftermath we are skipping for it and not more of this switch-and-bait shit, with BS flashback explanations, which I think makes for a very choppy storytelling. 

[misplacedgamer]

Tsuyu Can (Not) Be Trusted: A UA Traitor Theory

So when BnHA 320 dropped a couple days ago, @redblossxmm wrote a very interesting meta post that immediately grabbed my attention. In it, she goes over the chapter cover and the possible symbolism that might be at play. At first when I read it I was like "oh, that's kind of funny, wouldn't it be wild if Tsu was the UA traitor all along". But then I got to talking it over with @rikusoma on Discord and...yeah guys, Tsu might actually be the traitor.

I would just like to say before we get started that all of this is conjecture and based on a lot of admittedly circumstantial evidence. There has not been a lot of heavy handed evidence one way or the other on who the traitor even is (and if we’re being 100% honest, my primary traitor suspect isn’t even a student), but there’s still some fun stuff we can look at that could at least be considered setup against Tsu if that trigger gets pulled.

First off, I want to talk about how weirdly...in focus Tsu has been, especially in the early arcs. So far Horikoshi has only written two bonus chapters for MHA: a 5 page omake included in the character guide that highlights Bakugo's feelings after the 1st semester final exams, and a chapter completely about Tsuyu, her family, and the only friend she had growing up in middle school. Unlike the other bonus chapter though, this one was actually included in Shonen Jump with one of the chapters, and it later reappears in Volume 10.

What’s weird about this is that we ONLY see her family in this little bonus chapter. We actually do get to see a lot of the other families of class 1-A, but we DON’T see Tsu’s family. Horikoshi could have given us Tsu’s backstory and family organically in the story (or in a one page omake, he’s done a few of those, mostly notably in the chapter right before DvK2), but no, she gets a whole short chapter all to herself.

Tsu also gets a whole anime episode to herself (the first filler episode as well) in the vs Stain arc in season 2. What’s weird is that the episode opens with checking in on the other students and seeing how their internships are going, so that momentum could have been continued if they needed to fill time, but instead the entire back half is all Tsu. This should have some payoff later on, or it will have just been wasted narrative space (although since its filler, it could be argued that its empty space being wasted anyway, so it’s not as big a deal).

Now let’s get into some specific things I noticed that we can chalk up to “there are no coincidences”. First, Tsu getting dumped into the water during the USJ attack. Deku attributes this up to the LoV not knowing their power sets, but honestly Tsu is the only one who comes out on top here, compared to the other kids. Deku himself is stuck on a boat, so there’s not a lot of room for him to get going and fight, Bakugo gets blown into the ruins so there’s not a lot of room for him to do things without accidentally blowing himself up, Ojiro is surrounded by fire so he’s also going to have maneuverability issues, Tokoyami’s in the dark so Dark Shadow can’t be used effectively, etc. The low level thugs probably did not know the students' quirks because of how they reacted to Mineta’s goo balls, but if the traitor is a student and told the LoV about the class, then Kurogiri would definitely know. This would be a good opportunity to convince the rest of the class that Tsu was on their side, especially if she was able to be in her element and work as a team player.

Tsu also spends this arc adamantly trying to convince her classmates to call her “Tsu” instead of Asui, a cutesy diminutive of her full first name (like Deku using “Kacchan” for Bakugo, a shortening of Katsuki-chan). It’s interesting that she’s trying to get the boys to call her this too. While it’s fairly common for high school girls to give each other cute names, asking male classmates to also do it is honestly a little bit weird. She also calls everyone “-chan” throughout the story, which is interesting considering she’s once again lumping in the boys and the girls. You could interpret this as her trying to force a connection with the class, trying to be cute to create an air of friendship and intimacy quickly, along with getting them to drop their guard.

Next, let’s look at the Bakugo kidnapping arc. Tsu is not the only person who thinks it's a bad idea to go, but she is the one that most vehemently opposes it, comparing the mission to acting like a villain because you’re working outside of the rules. This is an extremely harsh thing to say, especially to Deku, who just broke both of his arms saving Kota and STILL pushed himself to try and rescue Bakugo and Tokoyami from Mr Compress. Seems to me like she’s very desperate to keep Deku and the rest home, enough to go for the freaking jugular like that. I could also bring up Tsuyu keeping Bakugo away from Deku in chapter 303 (because I’m convinced that if Bakugo had been able to talk to Deku he wouldn’t have run away), but the whole class was on board for that so whatever.

And now let’s get to the big one: Tsu has had two different near misses with the LoV so far. Shigaraki almost grabbed her face during the USJ attack, but it took just long enough that Aizawa was able to save her. Later on, during the Camp Training arc, Toga has her pinned to a freaking tree, but she talks JUST ENOUGH for Ochako to get the drop on her. As a counterpoint, Toga does NOT hesitate at all while trying to go for Ochako’s blood, immediately sticking her and grabbing some before making her retreat. Both times Tsu was put in enough plausible danger to make it seem like she was being threatened, but she wasn’t actually harmed in a significant way.

There are a couple other things we could point to (like how she’s on the cover for chapter 320, along with how weird it is that the chapter just randomly ends on her face, when a more dramatic ending would have probably been when Todoroki encased Deku in the wall of ice), but I think we’ve covered most of everything. To summarize: Tsuyu gets a lot of narrative space given to her despite not really being a relevant character. She is often getting put into danger without actually getting hurt, and Horikoshi has put a lot of effort into making her seem like a gungho team player that will do anything for her friends. Having Tsu be the traitor would make a lot of seemingly unconnected things make a lot more sense, and I think it would be a really good gut punch to have that rug pulled out from under us by her.

Now of course, we have the shakiest part of this theory: what would be Tsu’s motive? Well what little we know about her family is that her parents are often working and therefore she’s responsible for taking care of her younger siblings. It’s possible that she somehow got into some kind of vigilante/mercenary work in the underground in order to support her family. That would go a long way in explaining why she’s always so level headed under pressure (a lot like Bakugo, who also has a lot of experience in fighting, since he used to both bully and get bullied). Alternatively, AFO or the LoV has her family somehow, and she’s being coerced into it. Either way, I definitely think her family would be her motive here.

So in short, Tsuyu is 100% the traitor and clearly this is undeniable. Thank you to Blossxm for making my brain start turning, and thank you Riku for being my springboard the past couple days while I rambled about this ridiculous idea. More meta/theories are incoming, so if you enjoyed my shit post, please stick around and ramble with me about how crazy the last few chapters have been!

[howlingday]

Jaune: Once again, my team and I gave ol' Specialist Schnee the slip. I was honestly surprised by how well she took it.

I finally got my hands on the top secret police file I've been trying to get all my life and avenge my family by regaining our most valued treasure.

It all began when I was just a kid, bouncing on my dad's knee. See, I come from a long line of legendary warriors who kept their ancient secrets hidden in the family book, The Arcus Atlas. I read it to become especially strong, fighting monsters and bad guys. After all, there's no honor, no challenge, and just no fun picking on the weak. You beat down a tyrannical dictator, and people know you're a hero.

Unfortunately, on the night I was to inherit the book, five visitors came to our door. My father fought to protect us, but the gang of villains known as Children of Grimm ransacked our home until they found... The Arcus Atlas!

Our family's manual of heroic deeds and greatness fell into their filthy hands! They tore the book into five pieces and split it up, each villain splitting to the farthest corners of the world to commit dastardly crimes.

Alone without my sisters or my mother, I was dumped at the nearest orphanage. There, I met two people who would become my lifelong friends and members of my crew. Oscar, tech genius and oldest soul I've ever met in a young person. Sun, part-time thief, and full-time loudmouth. Together, we vowed to track down the Children of Grimm, avenge my father, and take back the Arcus Atlas!

It was going to be the toughest mission of my life. I would either become a legendary warrior like my family before me, or fail and allow my family name to bite the dust.

Watts: How delightful! We have a guest. The only problem is... I HATE UNEXPECTED GUESTS!

Jaune: Listen, Watts; you kill my father and take what's mine, you should more than expect company.

Watts: Oh, I'm so sorry! How sloppy of us to not finish the job. Obviously, we should have snuffed you and your sisters out as well. So without further ado, allow me to make amends by, let's say... TRIPPING EVERY TRAP IN MY CHAMBERS AND SQUASH YOU LIKE THE INSIGNIFICANT GNAT THAT YOU ARE!

Jaune: Bring it on!

Watts: Damn it all! You've beaten me! Well, gloat all you want, Jaune Arc. You're no match for Hazel, my cohort in Mistral! You'll see... Haven Academy will be so guarded, not even an army could charge in without losing every man!

Jaune: Details in Watts' section of The Arcus Atlas held secrets of my Mistralian ancestor, Daisuke Arc and his Shinobi Slayer skill, which helped him fight off many a crafty ninja as they attacked the feudal lords he protected.

Getting out proved to be especially tricky with the unexpected arrival of Specialist Schnee. She could catch me, so she settled for Watts instead.

Hazel: Hmph. My men have been warning me of their experiences with a supposed knight in shining armor, breaking bones and absorbing hits, and this is it? You're the thorn I've had in my side all week? A child playing pretend with a garbage can lid? ...Hm. That garbage can lid looks familiar.

Jaune: Maybe my father broke your nose a few times so you wouldn't forget?

Hazel: Your father? Ah, I see. You're an Arc, and one of the more foolhardy ones, as well. Perhaps if you were sensible like your sisters, you would have abandoned your childish fantasy of being a hero and become something more valuable. After all, these pages are worthless, childish drivel.

Jaune: I guess you wouldn't mind me taking them, would you?

Hazel: After you destroyed my years long operations, decimated my supplies, and grievously injured my men? Yes, I would mind. Prepare yourself, child.

Hazel: Impossible! Me, a hardened veteran with decades of experience, bested by you, some child trying to play pretend. Take your pages, but know it won't serve you any purpose. As we speak, Tyrian is mobilizing his forces against Menagerie's rebels, and no "heroes" could ever dream of stopping him.

Jaune: Hazel's section of the Arcus Atlas contained information on my gunslinging, sunset-riding hero, Patch Willy Arc. His specialty was horseback cavalry and iron-horseback cavalry, fighting styles he perfected in the lawless lands of Wild Vacuo.

Getting out, once again, was harder than getting in, since Specialist Schnee didn't until she had me in cuffs. She eventually gave up and went for the next best thing, Hazel, and dragging him off to jail.

Tyrian: (Shudders) My tail is all tingly! Only two things could make it do that; and since I don't hear screaming, it's not my goddess. Which means, an Arc!

Jaune: Yeah, well, you give me the creeps, too, pal! Arming out a hate-war for unwilling and peaceful faunus isn't exactly a fun thing to sit back and watch!

Tyrian: (Chuckling) You say so much, and mean even more! It's almost enough to make me... Kill him, but only enough so I can deal the finishing blow myself.

Jaune: (Fights through White Fang, Tyrian leaps away) Get back here! You can't run forever!

Tyrian: I suppose you're right. Hmm... Ah, I got it! We'll play a game! You swing at me, and I dodge, all in one motion, and then I swing while you dodge!

Jaune: Uh-huh... And what's the catch?

Tyrian: No catch! Although, you have your hands full, while I... No, I think you'll figure it out yourself.

Jaune: I get it. You'll be using up to four limbs, while I can only use two.

Tyrian: Ooh! You are smart! I'm so glad you caught on so quickly, unlike your father.

Jaune: Well, I'm about to show you how unlike my father I am.

Tyrian: (Giggling) Oh, that was so much fun! No one has beaten me so well at my game since my goddess! Ha... Unfortunately, your game ends here. Cinder Fall is in Vale and she doesn't play games like us. You try and, well, even scorpions have predators, don't they?

Jaune: Well, if she's anything like the rest of you, I think I'll manage.

Jaune: The section of the Arcus Atlas that Tyrian had told me the secrets of Jarl Svendin Arc, my viking ancestor. His notorious berserker mode helped him beat impossible odds to protect his people.

Right on schedule, Winter showed up just as I was leaving. Apparently, trying to start a coup with the White Fang isn't something people just look the other way for, earning Tyrian a life sentence behind bars.

Cinder: I see you carry the shield of the legendary Arc warrior family. Let me guess; you're here for revenge, and take back the Arcus Atlas.

Jaune: Originally, yeah, that's all I wanted, but now I'm going to shut down your entire vigilante/criminal empire and bring peace back to Vale.

Cinder: Why should you care if I wipe out a few criminals? I'm doing my duty as a hero, just like you.

Jaune: Sorry, but you're only half right. I am a hero, from a long line of legendary heroes, and I pick up this sword and point it away from the innocent to protect them. You? You're some abused and neglected orphan who turned into a homicidal vigilante monster!

Cinder: You despicable wretch! I will punish you for your disrespect! ...But I will honor your heroic ancestry by slaying you with the power of my newly mastered technique: Dance of the Fall Maiden!

Cinder: You... really are a hero... aren't you? Where were you... when I needed... one?

Oscar: Jaune! OZPN just finished it's analysis about those crates of black goop we found, and it turns out there's only one place in the world you can find the wood those crates are made of- Atlas. The last of the Children of Grimm should be there!

Jaune: Cinder's part of the Arcus Atlas gave us insight on the brilliant designs of Johann Arc IV, genius inventor and world-class entrepreneur. He had an illness that prevented him from fighting like my other ancestors, but he still saved hundreds of lives with his medical breakthroughs and tactical mind on the battlefield. Working with Sun, I'm sure he and I can make a few modifications to our weapons, thanks to these designs.

Frustrated she didn't catch me on my way down, Winter tossed Cinder in jail, ending the dark crusade of Vale's worst hero.

Jaune: While trying to find details on the Children of Grimm's final member, I began to notice something weird. In every picture of my ancestors in the Arcus Atlas, there's a shadow of a woman in the background. Even weirder, these shadows look almost identical to what police records have of this mysterious "Salem". Is there a coincidence, or is there something I'm missing?

To be continued in...

Jaune Arc in:

THE BLACK HEART OF HATE

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

TUA DANCE SCHOOL AU

(but also like there's murder in here because it's still Umbrella Academy so...)

(BEWARE: mentions of abuse and harassment, murder, kidnapping, etc.)

(If you can handle watching Umbrella Academy, this will be fine for you.)

(Ballet, Hip-Hop) Diego came to this school for Eudora, and he’s staying here for Eudora. She’s his beloved adopted sister, and the one who told him he should pursue his passions in hip-hop… and ballet, but Diego’s not interested in telling anyone that bit yet. He’s only gonna be here a year anyway, just long enough for Eudora to win her way onto the women’s US national soccer team and earn enough money for the both of them to live worry-free for the rest of their lives. He’s not planning on making friends… until one of the dancers in his ballet class trips into his chest and Diego starts questioning whether love at first sight is a thing.

(Ballet) Klaus is top of his class in ballet, which is the only reason they haven’t kicked him out yet. He’s addicted to some hard shit; he’s sold himself for money; he’s living with his abusive boyfriend who he hasn’t loved in three years because if he wasn’t he’d be homeless. He knows he’d be fine if he just told Five what was happening to him, because Five is a thirteen-year-old runaway genius living in a studio apartment big enough for three, but Klaus doesn’t know how to bring it up. He knows he’s a mess - he’s got serious PTSD, anxiety, and depression from his few months in the army where his boyfriend he actually loved was killed in front of him, and he’s got anorexia because he’s a ballerina so of course he does, and he’s probably suicidal if he thinks about it too hard. But he just doesn’t want to deal with it. At all. But then there’s Diego. Sweet, innocent, hero-like Diego. And Klaus loves him. Klaus doesn’t love anything, but, fuck - Klaus loves Diego.

(Ballet, Break Dance, Hip-Hop, Tango) Five is a killer. You can laugh, it’s okay - everybody does when he says that, as if it’s a joke. Five’s alright with that. He has more to lose from them finding out about his habits than he does from actually doing it. It’s not like he can get caught - he’s killed detectives and cops too, and he’s very good at covering his tracks. Next on his list is Klaus’ boyfriend, who’s a piece of shit. He’ll bring Klaus home with him, and keep him safe. Five may not be loyal to many, but those he is will die of nothing but natural causes. He has access to things you can only dream of. All of his dance classes double for training; dance is a good segway to fighting techniques. The only trouble is Diego, who Five loves, who Klaus loves, who is well and true and good… who looks far too much like that vigilante who travels around after hours saving Five’s victims before they’re done bleeding out.

(Flamenco, Hula, Hip-Hop) Allison is undercover, and ready to be done with this shit. She knows Five’s guilty, and knows he knows she knows he’s guilty, and knows that if he wanted her dead she would be by now. She’s worried about his intentions towards Diego, but Five seems to have instead set his sights on Klaus’ boyfriend, who Allison can’t honestly say she’ll be sad to see go. So Allison won’t be bringing Five in - at least not yet. Instead, she focuses her efforts on her dance classes, hanging out mostly with her best friends Klaus and Ray, the latter of whom she has a crush on. And she’d make a move, too, if it weren’t for that stupidly hot and kind himbo she keeps passing in the hallways and cursing at.

(Jock, Break Dance) Luther doesn’t fit in here. Everyone here is so fucking talented, and Luther just… isn’t. Break dancing is just a hobby to him, but dance seems like life or death to everybody else. He’s starting to think maybe he should just quit, but then he sees Allison in the hallways, and thinks maybe all the ridicule is worth it. Though his petty fights with that Diego kid are getting annoying… and there’s something unexplainably sinister about this school. Almost like it’s… he doesn’t know. Sometimes it’s almost like it’s not a school at all.

(Choreographer, Contemporary) Ben is one of the school’s choreographers, though he’s still a student. He knows everything about everyone, and uses that power carefully. This school is going to fucking hell, what with all the criminals scheming under its roof, but none of them are Ben’s first concern, loathe as he is to admit it. No no, Ben is worried about Klaus. His best friend, Klaus. His beloved brother Klaus. His abused, sick, sad, scared, suicidal brother. God. Here’s the thing - Ben will do anything to save Klaus. Anything. Even, he knows with some sort of horrible inevitable certainty, die.

(Violinist) Vanya plays violin for the dance students to perform to. Her teacher Leonard is harassing her and she’s probably gonna end up his invisible victim one of these days, since nobody seems to care about her here. Except for Sissy, the student volunteer secretary who’s attending a normal college across the way. She and Vanya are in love, and they’ve moved in together and Sissy proposed to Vanya last week and Vanya thinks they’re maybe gonna be happy together forever. And then Five, Vanya’s only sort-of friend, climbs through her window at two in the morning covered in blood, passing out with only the words, Sorry. It’s not mine. Vanya screams, and it’s all downhill from there.

(Tango, Waltz, Ballroom) Ray is undercover with Allison, but she seems uninterested in bringing Five to justice. Not that Ray minds - she’s a pretty good judge of character, and Ray trusts her with his life, even if she seems to be hellbent on letting a serial killer go free. Ray’s also found an oddly fulfilling friendship with Klaus, and vows to make sure he gets his happy ending with Diego. But then he finds Ben’s bloody and beaten body in the second floor bathroom after class one day and thinks, Oh. Shit.

(Ballet, Break Dance, Tango) Lila is in the know. The Handler wants someone to combat Five, who went rogue on her a year ago and only sticks around this stupid school to keep an eye on Klaus. Lila, meanwhile, is looking for a way out - Five’s not an option. He’s too sticky. But Eudora, that soccer star at the school across the street, her best friend Diego’s sister… Eudora’s a way out. (And she’s really fucking pretty too, but that’s unrelated.)

(Jock, Hip-Hop) Eudora has this weird feeling about the school she sent Diego too. If she’s being honest, she sent him there because she knows about his vigilante-ism and thought it’d give him something else to do. But when Eudora comes to visit him (and yes, maybe Lila with the eyeliner and pretty skin), she instead finds her brother’s crush tied up in the basement and screaming. And then there’s a gunshot. And then there’s nothing.

(Ballet I Guess) Dolores is the statue formally known as the “Little Dancer of Fourteen Years”. She’s at the museum right near the dance school, and Five visits her nearly every day, talking to her about any and everything. Sometimes Klaus comes with him, or Diego. Five doesn’t know why she’s important - she just is.

(Orchestra & Flamenco Teacher) Leonard is the creepy and perverted orchestra and flamenco teacher. Allison hates him on sight, but loves dancing, and can’t leave. Vanya doesn’t trust him, and he seems hellbent on treating her inappropriately, and Allison wants to fucking throttle him. But she’s sure Five will take care of it. He’s good like that.

(Ballroom Teacher) Hazel teaches ballroom dancing, and has been married to Agnes for almost twenty years now. His best friend and partner is Cha-Cha, and they both secretly work for the Handler, having been given their orders to dismantle Five. They know they’ll have to make him come to them, so they take Five’s favorite person: Klaus. It’s really such a shame that Ben boy found out what was going on and confronted them - he was far too polite to die.

(Break Dance & Hip-Hop Teacher) Cha-Cha probably wants to leave the Umbrella Academy, if she’s really honest with herself. She wants to… I don’t know, buy a boat and fuck off forever. Leave all this stupid shit behind. But now she’s got Ben’s blood on her hands and she can’t undo that, she can’t, and there’s - there’s Eudora, sweet, brave, innocent Eudora, bleeding out on the basement floor while Klaus screams. And Cha-Cha knows Diego - she’s just dug her own grave twice over.

(Ballet & Hula Teacher) Agnes is, on the contrary to most people’s expectations, not an oblivious idiot. She knows exactly what’s going on in her school. She also knows her students can handle themselves.

(First Dean, Tango Teacher) The Handler thinks she’s got all her secrets well under wraps. No one knows how many bodies she’s buried, how many students she’s killed… she’s safe from everyone but Five, the little bitch. And she thinks this up until the moment Klaus walks through her office door with a gun in his hand and the smiling ghost of Ben beside him, and realizes, Oh shit.

(Second Dean, Waltz Teacher) Reginald gives no fucks. He’s only teaching here because Pogo says it would be good for him. Granted Reginald thinks Pogo is a bit of an annoying wussy, but nonetheless he’s here. Teaching “secret” assassins how to dance. What a fucking joke.

(Counselor) Grace is everybody’s favorite person. When the school finally falls, she’s the one they all go home to. She only wishes they could learn how to dance without weapons beneath their skirts.

This turned out way darker than I intended and I am not sorry.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Stay With Me Tim Drake x Reader

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This story is kinda inspired by the 2003 Teen Titans episode between Kid Flash and Jinx because it’s my favorite episode and ship ever and I wanted the roles to be reversed with a super smart and powerful female and Tim ofc!

 In an AU where Damian had an older sister who escaped the Al-Ghul family when he was 6-7ish and is now older and has mad tech skills which she uses to steal from the rich and give to the poor as well as some side work for villains!

Part 2

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Having already had your fun in Star City with the Queen family and in Metropolis going after the Daily Planet CEO you had packed up your tech and headed for Gotham. Metropolis had been easy, whatever the DP paid their tech team was clearly not enough because the firewalls they had set up were the ones you practiced with. When you were 12. Star City had been more difficult because another online entity, SMOAK, was trying to follow your path. Sadly for them, they travelled down one of your many Alice In Wonderland traps, if they were actually as dumb as they coded they might still be in there you thought with a smirk.

Gotham was a whole other ball park. Rich CEO’s were constantly interacting in Gotham with nothing but a weak VPN covering their elephant sized accounts with a paper napkin’s worth protection. What was BatBrat and his fun-sized sidekick going to do to you? Unless one of his 5 Robins were an expert hacker you’d have no problem, and that’s assuming they even find out your plan, which is near impossible seeing as they’re vigilantes not billionaires. 

Setting up in a coffee shop was easy, you looked like every other student with a laptop, phone, and tablet and connecting to their server along with the 30 other people in the shop was perfect cover. Hiding in plain sight was something your mother had taught you years ago. Ra’s would find you when you hid but not when he believed you weren’t hiding, just busy somewhere else. 

Before beginning your heist you thought back to your baby brother, constantly beaten and bruised from battle before he could understand what he had done wrong. Leaving him was your only regret, but he was training for a better position than you and you hoped he’d toughen up. Regardless, you spent your years after escaping learning code, battle, or anything else anyone would teach you. Becoming a sponge for information paid off, using your skills now to steal money from the 1% and transfer it to orphanages, hospitals, or anywhere else kids needed help. You were a modern day Robin Hood. Knowing you were saving lives eased the guilt from losing your baby brother, but it pushed you towards greatness.

With the nasty sentimental moment over you began running program after program. Using thousands of perfected commands running across millions of servers you were a grain of sand at the bottom of the ocean, troubleshooting your servers in real time under the cover of a coffee house. You began with common, but low class CEO’s. Making sure your programs were perfect, you auto transferred the first load to Gotham’s Pediatric Hospital as an anonymous donor. Moving on it was time for your biggest feat yet, Bruce Wayne. 

That playboy billionaire did not need all he had, and you assumed he wouldn’t notice you skimming a couple million dollars off the top. He always says he’s big on charity right? Diving in you noticed three of your programs hit a wall, this was a record for you. Groaning you began typing frantically to patch your systems one at a time and made sure to set of lots of traps for anyone trying to follow you.

-- deep in the batcave -- 

“TIM GET DOWN HERE NOW”

Tim raced down, having just caught 4 hours of sleep he was feeling good, hoping for a good mission, but Bruce never called him that aggressively for missions. 

Coming down to see Bruce typing at the BatComputer was not an uncommon sight. Tim came to a halt when he saw about 20 frowning Robin’s as his defense system was falling apart. “Tim excuse my french but what the fuck is happening” Bruce stood up from his seat letting Tim settle in, as soon as he landed his fingers began flying across the screen. “B I’ve never seen a program like this, don’t worry they’re going after Wayne Enterprises not the BatCave but this program is so fast and secure I don’t know if I can figure this one out” Bruce did not get comfort in knowing the hacker was only going after his billions of dollars and not his secret identity. 

A light bulb struck, “B get Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak on the phone, didn’t they get hacked a couple weeks ago- oh! I found a path down let me follow this- go call them!” Tim began coding down a path, until he realized how it was just a little too easy. Knowing his own system had rabbit holes he began running his own program highlighting the thousands of pointless ventures he could get stuck down. Realizing the coding was too advanced for him to access remotely, he gave up defending Bruce's accounts, letting his opponent blaze through his defense systems and began going after the hacker’s physical location. It was a race for who could find the other first, the mystery hacker hunting for Bruce’s offshore accounts and Tim hunting for the hacker themself.

Turns out the Queen’s were no help, Smoak had tumbled down a rabbit hole and spent no time deciphering the whereabouts of the hacker. Damian realized his pet adoption fund was on the line and took to the streets with a reluctant Jason who believed “it’s about time Bruce stops relying on his endless supply of money” while Dick was trying to mother Tim, who did not look well. He was sweating, cursing, and cramping while Bruce spoke to other CEOs who had just lost millions. 

While Jason was questioning his favorite drug lords Damian decided to hit the streets as a jogger, trying to look for anything suspicious and be on the ground ready when Tim found the hacker’s location. While running he saw a familiar face he couldn’t put a name to. She looked focused, typing intently on a tablet then switching back to her laptop, pushing strands of hair out of her face. Damian felt drawn to her, abandoning his original mission to find out her name. 

Not being one for subtleties, Damian padded up to her and stuck out his hand. “Damian Wayne, I feel like I know you. Are you in association with my father?” Your heart skipped a beat looking into the same eyes you’d seen begging for help all those years ago. “Y/N” you replied, wondering if Damian remembered you. His eyes widened as he sat down in front of you. “How. Do. I. Know. You. Y/N” he said it desperately, but you couldn’t give him what he wanted. “My sister and I attend Gotham Academy, she’s in your grade I’m sure you’ve seen me around. It’s nice to meet you Damian but I am totally gonna fail this test tomorrow if I don’t keep studying - I’ve been studying all day!” you plastered a smile to your face hoping Damian was as shy now as he was at 6 years old and that he wouldn’t know everyone in his grade. Damian blinked, shaking off the fantasy playing in his head and nodded, without a word he turned and left. You let out the breath you’d held in the entire interaction and returned to patching, only to notice your opponent had stopped trying to defend Wayne Enterprises. In the few moments you’d been with Damian, your opponent had switched from defense to offense and had probably discovered your location.

“I’ve got him!” Tim cried, making Dick jump about 10 feet in the air. *Where* Damian and Jason asked over comms. “The bastard is on 72nd and Main, at that little coffee shop I always go to!” Tim raced from the chair to his suit, he needed to find this hacker and learn from them capture them.

Realizing your cover was blown you frantically closed your laptop and backed up your tablet and belongings heading out the door, not before you were stopped by three vigilantes. “Going somewhere?” Red Robin asked with a smirk. “Uh- class, I’m late!” you gestured to your backpack. “The smallest Robin spoke up “interesting because when I asked you a few minutes ago you were studying Y/N. That’s the hacker I can assure you” knowing your cover was blown you dropped your backpack and smashed the laptop and tablet, sliding your phone in your bra during the commotion. 

Before you knew it you were locked up,  staring face to face with Red Robin who you assumed was your opponent, the only person in the world to best you. The silence was comfortable. A mutual understanding of the other’s brilliance. Red Robin broke first “how’d you set up the traps, I’ve never seen a program hide it’s own steps like that” you lied using a response that made no sense, testing him.

The 4 other members of the bat family watched in awe as you and Tim spoke in what seemed like a different language. Jason thought it was hot, Dick was scared of you, and Damian was confused. Deciding he couldn’t deduce alone he broke the silence. “I believe Y/N is my sister” Every head spun to him as he explained the bits and pieces of what he could remember. “Why wouldn’t she change her name?” Dick asked. “My grandfather did not want to lock her up and mother simply wouldn’t go after her so we just let her fall into a sea of names” Damian replied staring at you. “Is she mine?” Bruce asked with fear. “I do not know father, but I know she is my blood” and with that Damian entered the cave, typed in the passcode and entered the room with you. 

Falling into his embrace you began tearing up “I did it for you little bro, all these years and you’re running with these dumbasses?” you felt Damian shake, almost as if he was crying, in your arms. “Y/N it’s been so long, why the hacking?” and the two of you began exchanging stories sitting peacefully in the corner of your cell. 

Tim watched every tape from the cell’s camera. He was infatuated with your genius. When Damian felt satisfied with his understanding and began visiting less your time was filled more and more with Tim. Talking in such a deep code no one really knew the relationship the two of you were forming. Fighting turned to teasing, shifting into understanding and developing quickly into flirting. Through just talking about JavaScript you knew more about Tim than anyone in his family and you had to admit, you had some feelings for the boy wonder. 

Tim was head over heels. He brought you food, worked on cases next to you, and begged Bruce to let you out. He was convinced you were good, and with no access to your laptop and tablet you weren’t dangerous. You’d been in their custody for about a month when Tim took his mask off in front of you. Drinking in his appearance you bonded more with him through the wall, slipping in mentions of your changed opinions and desire to cup his face in your hand. 

Absolutely smitten in two months, Tim thought of you as a partner. Damian often visited you and Tim began slipping into your cell to be closer, your relationship blossoming. After gaining the boys trust you began planning your escape. As much as you loved Damian and enjoyed Tim’s company you had a mission to fulfill, live brother or not. Being in the BatCave with your phone meant direct access, and since Tim spent all his time on his laptop next to you, you could discretely encrypt your own code into Tim’s original programming. 

You had a gig for Vandal Savage in a week and with a heavy heart you decided it was time to leave. Not without some flare first though. You convinced Tim to work an all-nighter in your cell that night, spending the night laughing, flirting, and eventually holding hands and playing with eachothers hair. Around 5am you began your plan. “Timmy let's go see the sunrise, I miss the sun please. We should stay in Wayne Manor but I just want to stretch my legs and look at the sunrise with you!” Nearly three months in, Tim was a sucker for you, and as planned, he finally caved. 

Hand in hand you ran out of the cell, skipping, jumping, smiling: freedom felt good. The two of you spent the morning together, you rested your head on his shoulder, fingers intertwined in pure heaven as you watched colors dance on the Gotham skyline. “Y/N I think I really like you” “Tim how? I’m bad, I’m supposed to be in that cell right now and I know you’re gonna make me go back in.” You frowned, trying to feign innocence. “Just a couple more days, Bruce is so close to letting you go! Maybe you can work for our team, I’ve always wanted a partner in non-crime!” Tim smiled from ear to ear, so hopeful and ernst it broke your heart. "You always say your like Robin Hood and I'm Red Robin so we fit perfectly together already!" his eyes gleamed with anticipation and emotion and it took all you had to not come clean with him.  “We’ll see Timmy” with a sigh the two of you fell back into silence before it was time for you to go back to your cage. 

Tim led you down the passage to the cave, you just had to get within 20 feet of the BatComputer to launch the program from your phone. You came down to see Bruce at the computer frowning. “Tim are you seeing this? I think Y/N is doing something - speaking of which how is she? I haven’t checked in a while seeing as you’re always with her. You slid into your cell as Tim sheepishly walked up to the computer. “B what are you talking about she smashed her laptop and tablet plus she’s in the cell, I think you’re being too harsh.” he began typing and saw one of his oldest codes he put on to stop Damian from sneaking out and saw changes to the code. “W-What is this?” you realized it was time to leave and began running your final program. With a click your cell opened and the BatComputer kicked Tim off his own program. “Sorry boys. I’m not ready to be a good guy just yet!” 

With a heavy heart you began your escape, overriding the system that was locking you in the BatCave and running programs to lock all other doors except the ones necessary for your escape so no other Bat Brats could interrupt you. Bruce and Tim began chasing you. As you heard their footsteps nearing you launched the electro-nets the Bats were usually using on villians. Falling to the ground Bruce and Tim looked up at you. Bruce looked disgusted but the look Tim gave you broke your heart. Knowing you were in the clear you moved back to Tim, using the cuffs originally on you to tie him up.

As Bruce writhed on the floor you looked in Tim’s eyes. “Timmy I need you to know all our moments were real. You need to tell Dami I love him. You know I could’ve left months ago but I stayed for you, Tim. I know you’re gonna try to follow me and I hope you do, because this can’t be the last I see of you love bird.” the best goodbye you could give Tim was cupping his face and bringing his lips to yours, this was not part of your plan, but for once you let your heart decide what was important. Feeling Tim kiss you back was all you needed to know this wouldn’t be the last you saw of him. Lingering in his presence you took a deep breath and took off, turning to see Tim fumbling with his cuffs. You broke into a run, not before leaving a message that would stick with Tim for months.

“See you soon Timmy”

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Part Two Here

[soulessrobot]

I spent a ridiculous amount of time yesterday thinking about Straw Hat Buddy Cop AUs and which one would be the most ridiculous partner dynamics. These can all be viewed as separate Aus or be forced into some big amalgamation of these ideas which would be the most dysfunctional police department in the world. 

Nami and Zoro: Alright not going to lie out of all of these this is probably one of my favorites and the one I spent the longest thinking about. I’m a sucker for Zoro-Nami interactions. This partnership is classic brains and brawn. Nami starts as a dirty cop that joined the force as part of the Arlong Gang. Nami hates the Arlong Gang but they have her home neighborhood completely under their thumb and if she wants to keep her people safe she has to compromise her morals. Nami has duped every partner since she joined the force and she thinks Zoro will be no different. Zoro has an incredible pain tolerance and discipline when he wants to be he can be a force of nature. His father Mihawk was the world’s best bounty hunter and Zoro learned his fighting prowess from him His sister, Perona, is a private detective who will sometimes help Zoro out by giving him tips. Zoro cannot read maps or operate the gps system. He by order of chief Garp is not allowed to drive the police cruiser because he can never get to crime scenes on time even when he turns his lights on. Somehow Zoro always seems to end up at crime scenes before they happen and prevent the crime though... Nami thinks Zoro is an idiot she’s not wrong, he constantly forgets his wallet places and she’s always covering his debts for him. They bicker almost constantly. Zoro is rather fond of it because it reminds him of Perona. Zoro saves Nami’s life in a shoot out. Zoro seems to know something is up with Nami even though everyone else missed it. After a particularly brutal case he tells her that she can tell him and he’ll find a way to help her. Nami declines but doesn’t know how to feel, she hasn’t had someone take care of her since before Arlong’s takeover. Zoro by accident ends up in the sights of the Arlong Gang and Nami has to make the choice of if she’s willing to sacrifice the one person who could actually help her. 

Franky and Robin: I’m torn on this one between making it a police au where they are actually partners or making it into a mob au where Robin is a FBI investigator trying to make a case against the Franky Family a group of robin hood con men. Either way Robin graduated top of her class and was recruited straight into the FBI from college. She’s worked with multiple sections in the FBI but her specialties are organized crime, forgery and profiling. She’s not usually in the field but as the targets of the Franky Family grow in notoriety she ends up going undercover to try and catch him. Franky is a con man whose running a Leverage-esque gig. He’s out for the little guy. His family would never screw him over they’re in it to steal the rich blind and give to the poor. Franky is an inventor who makes his own gadgets for their heist. Franky’s personality and ethics start to grow on Robin as she gets closer to her target she almost doesn’t want to catch him. Does she defect? Who knows?  

Sanji and Usopp: Sanji comes from a rich family with deep political connections in the city. He wants nothing to do with them. They’ve basically disowned him for joining the force.  Sanji has a serious weakness for ladies that has a tendency to get them into to trouble on their cases. He’s a real bleeding heart to the plight of women and kids. He has a serious vendetta about domestic abusers. Usopp has a keen eye for details and spots things that everyone else may have overlooked. At first Sanji is really disappointed he didn’t get paired with Robin or Nami but Usopp grows on him. Usopp wins Sanji over when they discover a shared love of supporting family owned restaurants all over the city.  Usopp sometimes catches ‘cantgetoutofthecruiseritis’ but its been getting less and less frequent with Sanji watching his back. 

Chopper and Brook: The weirdest team-up of the old man on the verge of retiring who the department loves and the wide eyed new recruit. Brook has a habit of telling Chopper things that are totally untrue about how the force used to run back in the day. Chopper is starting to get better at catching on to when Brook is trying to full a fast one on him. Chopper is still new but he tries his best everyday. He spends all of his free time studying first aid and non violent deescalation tactics. He visits a lot of people he helped to put away in jail and helps them find resources to turn their lives around. Brook has a lot of hope in what young people like Chopper will mean for the future police force. Brook has dozens of cassettes in his police cruiser with all different types of music on them. He has a rescue dog named Laboon who likes to howl along while Brook sings in the car. His cruiser is the oldest on the force.

Luffy and Usopp: Luffy in any police force AU is the maverick constantly on the verge of being fired. It’s not because he has some gritty vigilante code (though he does have a heart of gold!) but because he actually is dumb as rocks about processes and procedures but is like a blood hound with a ridiculously good instinct for tracking down the bad guys. Luffy doesn’t carry a gun and handles everything with his fists because that’s the way a man does it. His grandfather was one of the best cops in their country and everyone expects that from Luffy. Luffy does not care he’s here to kick the bad guys ass and help the little guy.  Usopp has always wanted to be a field officer because his father was a detective before he died on the job. On the force he’s been a beat cop and paper pusher in the office he’s absolutely terrified about doing undercover work. When he gets partnered with Luffy he’s so excited Their first ride together turns into a high speed police chase against kidnappers. Usopp is terrified and Luffy spends the whole ride laughing. Over time they develop a record case solving rate that no one at the department can figure out. The answer is they just bumble into it in a truly Psych-esque fashion. Now that I think about it Luffy and Usopp really do have Shawn-Gus vibes and a Psych AU could totally work for them. 

Luffy and Law: Lets be real this would literally be their canon relationship. Law has no idea what he’s getting into. He’s the lone wolf at the department and has no desire to be partnered with anyone let alone the grandson of the chief. Law’s sole motivation for life and for joining law enforcement is to take on Doflamingos criminal empire that killed his foster father and then got to walk. He’s spent years building a case against the man. Their first case starts as a robbery to a toy store and ends with them finding a multi-million blood diamond smuggling ring. Law still can’t answer how they got there but someone has to write the report and its definitely not Luffy. Law over time gets strapped with doing all of Luffy’s paperwork. Luffy is really excited to have Law as a partner and somehow worms the way into the other mans heart. They would both take a bullet for each other. 

Robin and Jimbei: Okay lets be real this would be the most serious partner team up. Robin and Jimbei would both be great detectives, they would follow the rules (or not get caught when they break them), catch the bad guys and one of them would end up as chief as police by the end. Robin might end up as a forensic investigator who makes morbid little jokes to watch all the newbies squirm. 

In summary none of the Straw Hats should be police officers except Robin but she’s way to good for it anyway. Please add your own thoughts about the hilarity of the Straw Hats in the force or use any of these weird headcanons/plot bunnies in anyway you want. I just had to get them out of my head.