This'll be active depending on if the hyperfixation runs strong or not. Yandere DC blog (mainly for Batfam stuff currently, slighty JL and Superman on the side.... y'know, as a treat)
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Gotham
Metropolis (coming soon...)
P.s. I will not be answering any NSFW asks, nor any asks dealing with incest, or anything of the sort. I WILL, however, take asks dealing with general dark themes. Which does include, but not limited to; gore, torture, drug/substance usage, manipulation, and such, but just try to not go overboard.
Romantic and Platonic asks for Yanderes are fine as well, and so are questions for series' that I write. :]
There will also be warnings at the start of every oneshot/series part for triggering topics, just in case. Also also, this goes without saying â but we don't support generative AI here, don't feed my works to Ai. Thanks!
Thank you for your continued patience and support!
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Current 'Status': Semi-Active, making a few changes here and there quietly. (so if some things seem a little different, that's why!) Work in Progress.
Do you think you could do a fix where reader is like jinx from arcane?
As in they are inspired by her character? Or just have that sort of broken madness to them? Because if it's that first one I'd say that the reader who comes close is 'Gotham's Finest' or whatever it's called. Though if you mean it in another way, then let me know!
(I know there is more the jinx then her just being 'unhinged' and such, though that is also why I'm asking for clarification! I'm probably over thinking it, but hopefully you understand what I mean.)
Will be listing both Romantic and Platonic fics that I not only have planned, but will be trying to prioritize! This is not the full list of what I have in mind, but kind of what I'd like to show first at the moment! Oneshots and smaller ideas are not included, and everything here is going to be multiple parts long.
'Bite-sized' are smaller fics like the Not [ ] Series, 'Long' fics are.... well, long, and I consider them to be more on par with full-length fics people post on other sites and such. With 'Medium' being somewhere in between 'bite-sized' and long fics. They don't really determine the actual set length of a fic, but moreso how long I think they'll be in the long run- so its more of a general idea then anything else!
'Mixed' fics are also a, well, mix of both platonic and romantic yanderes - or have yanderes that I feel cannot be defined as solely romantic or platonic. Though for simplicity I have placed them under romantic or platonic, and will specify which ones I consider a 'mixed fic'. Romantic and Platonic fics are also fics that predominantly has romantic or platonic yanderes - which basically means that one or two of they may be different.
I will also keep the descriptions of each fic short as... well, if I don't, I think this post will be waaayy longer than it has to be.
With that out of the way, let's get onto the lists!
Platonic:
Flick of the Wrist (temp title) [Villian! Artist! Reader] {Medium (?)}
Destroying the city your father seemed to love so much turns much more personal when you realize that your entire family is composed of costume wearing freaks. At least your trying to spice things up, geez. Though, for a bunch of detectives.. they can be fucking idiots for not realizing who you are. Guess being ignored really did give you a leg up in that department, so, really, you can't be too mad about that.
One Chance (temp title) [Kidnapped! Reader] {Long}
They thought you didn't know. That you'd be too young to remember what they did that night, that you didn't know how they treated your parents. Though, over the years, you didn't really help clear that idea... if anything, you fed into it. You play their little game, just so that they all could fall into the very palm of your hands. No matter what they try to do, no matter how much power they think they have... they will never know that you're still waiting. Waiting and making sure that when the time comes, you'll finally seize your opportunity- but you have to do it right the first time. You know that there won't be a second, especially at this point. One chance is all you're getting, and you'll be damned if you don't make sure it counts.
Ghost [Heavily Neglected! Reader] {Bite-sized}
You were the ghost in Wayne Manor. That's what everyone called you. That's what even the media saw you as, and at this point, it was all by design. They gave you a role to play, and you've done everything you could over the years to see it through. But, what happens when you finally want to leave, and go haunt some other place? What happens when your family finally decides to do a little 'Ghost Hunting' after all the rumors?
Prodigy [Prodigy! Reader] {Bite-sized (?)}
Born from an affair, and after your mother's unfortunate passing, you are given to Bruce Wayne - possibly the richest man alive and with a booming buisness. Yet, having been born and raised in this industry, you were practically made to take over the buisness. You've proven time and time again that you're more than capable of it, along with keeping your family's secret. Buisness and work is all you know. It's how you've lived, and you saw no reason to explore or look into things outside of it - along with the money it brought. So why is you family so insistent about 'spending more time' with you? Don't you give them enough free time already?
Bond [Reader who is obsessively looked after] {Bite-sized - Medium}
You keep them together. You keep them sane. You are their family. They need you more then you will ever know, and nothing will ever take you away from them.
Even a Worm Will Turn [Spider-Man! Venom! Reader] {Long} [Also known as 'Waiting Reader'] [Sort of mixed?]
You were so young when everything went down. You didn't know any better, not with how you grew up before your adoption - and not with what followed after. It wasn't your fault, or was it? You didn't think so, you were still in highschool for crying out loud. You were still just a kid... but, it's no wonder you grew up hating them. It's no wonder that, when given an out - when actually getting a taste of what they had robbed you of, did you finally see past the barriers that your parents had put up and that they reinforced unknowingly. Yet, when you finally seemed tired of waiting, they came crawling right back. Though, this time, unlike before- you weren't alone.
Husband! Reader [Technically I have two ideas for this concept so.... no title or length- how I go about it is going to be a little weird so just trust the process on this one, folks!] (Married to Bruce... obviously..)
It was peaceful for a while, or- well, as peaceful as it could get in Gotham. With you just caring for your insane family, and your doting yet equally insane husband. Though, just being apart of this family... maybe you should've expected things to go sideways.
(The more Batfam focused idea is focused on the reader basically being flung into a different dimension that is essentially the reversed Batfam AU (so Damian is the oldest, Dick is the youngest and such). The other idea is more JL focused so I won't go into it here.)
Darkest Night, Brightest Day (temp title) [Batman! Reader] {Medium - Long (?)}
It's a wonder how you've come this far. From being the newest addition into the family, to now the only one who's left to dawn the mantle. The world needs Batman, after all, and though many have argued that you've likeness is too much like Bruce's, you just see that as a sign that your efforts are paying off. After all, you have sacrificed your mind, body, and soul to keep up with the original... especially with all that's happened. Especially when everyone else is dead. Yet, it seems life really does love tormenting you, and one day, people that look like your deceased family come stumbling into your world, and would you look at that?
Their Bat is alive, and more human then you've ever been in a long, long time... maybe it's about time you ask how the hell he does this job without having to do half of whay you've done just to keep up. Maybe then, you'll feel like you aren't disrespecting those that came before you.
Romantic:
Letters [Fan! Reader] {Medium - Long (?)}
Ever since you were young, you've always been a fan of the unusual family that was Batman and every bird and bat he seemed to take under his wing. So to show your appreciation, you wrote letters to each and every one of them... that you ended up being too shy to send. As you grew up, your appreciation and admiration seemed to grow with you - but it also did extend to the Wayne family, who, in your opinion, really did seem to be boing just as much good as the Bats when it came to Gotham. You loved the Bats so much you even trained and became a vigilante yourself... but, now that you work beside them.. you can't help but keep your letters closer to yourself. With them becoming more personal as you lost hope in ever being able to send a single one.
Though... maybe now you have an opportunity? Especially when they've taken notice of you too, and don't seem to realize that their admiration is matched.
Clover [Reader taken from a diff universe] {Medium - Long(?)} [Sort of mixed. Platonic -> Romantic for some.]
They took you away from a life you didn't know you missed, and tried to play it off as if the life you lived before was all a dream... as if it never happened. You believed them at first, and yet, it seemed that just as you were becoming the very thing they were trying to shape you into, they began to change gears. No longer did some of them want you to pose as a family member that had long since passed - but rather, you were supposed to be something more.
Brotherhood and Co. (temp title?) [Dilf! Reader] {Medium(?)} [Mixed]
You trusted him. You trusted him with your life- he was like your god damn brother- and yet, he stabbed you in the back. Betrayed you like no other, and they both knew for years. Years of your life wasted away loving that woman, just like that.
So it's no surprise that you took the kids and left. Left and tried to do what you could to provide them with the life you knew they deserved, and provide the stability you knew they needed. Yet, it seems that your dear 'friend' isn't quite done with you yet, and nor is his godforsaken family. You really should've known not to trust them from the start, but hell, it was your big heart that got you in this mess, isn't it?
Intruder [Isekai! Reader] {Medium(?)} [Mixed.] [Also has a JL ver. though, again, just focusing on Batfam/Gotham for this post.]
Who knew that a crazed fan like you would end up in this situation? What are the odds that you of all people wind up being an unexpected artifact of some insane villian who could open portals across dimensions, space, and time? Granted, you aren't the only one- but you managed to slip under the radar. With you being able to use your knowledge of the universe you've plopped into to survive, and make sure to not catch any unwanted or unwarranted attention. It'd be horrifying and embarrassing as hell to meet Batman, only for him to be able to easily see that you're a complete fucking loser..
Yet, even when they do find you, you manage to catch their attention too well. And now... well, let's just say that while it was their job to bring everyone home, it wouldn't hurt to let you stay, right? After all, you seem to be adjusting so well... it'd be a shame to let you go now, wouldn't it?
Never-Ever After [Friend! Reader] {Medium - Long (?)}
Being a friend if the Wayne's wasn't all too bad, especially when you're basically friends with everyone. So when they ask for your help, and also for tickets to concerts of a particular idol duo you're also friends with- you don't think anything of it. It slips your mind when they ask for you to introduce them to your idol friends, but it becomes a little odd when they begin to ask for more... personal information on them, and sure, you answer their harmless questions - but not much else. Even if you do know the answers, that's weird and an invasion of their privacy! Not to mention your friends' trust in you!
Then the threats start coming... and suddenly the Wayne kids aren't so friendly with you anymore... and you can't help but notice how obsessed they seem with your idol friends... and yet, when you try to cut them off and avoid them, its like you can't. Like they won't allow you to anymore.
It's only when your life starts taking a horrible turn for the worst do you even consider the idea that maybe... just maybe.. did their obsession turn to you instead?
With the villians, rouges, and thugs of Gotham as your main infulence in life, it's no wonder that you became a villian yourself - and not only that, but aspired to be just as good as the people who really brought terror to the streets of Gotham. You were one of the best, 'trained' yourself to be as such. So is it any real surprise that you catch the attention of the infamous Bat and his family once you finally take your crime to the next level, and begin to become active at night?
Maybe not, but the real kicker is how much they seem to love how you drive them absolutely insane.
Birds of a Feather (temp title) [Winged! (Metahuman?) Reader] {Bite-sized - Medium (?)} [Mixed.] ăIn Progressă
You hate them. You'd do anything to get rid of them. And you're friends- they promised that they'd help you find a way to get rid of them forver. They did- they... they said they would, and you trust them, of course you do! You'd do anything, anything to rid yourself of these cursed wings. But, you just couldn't wait. It was taking too long. So... you took matters into your own hands just a little, and had a solution! A cure! So why... why are your friends and their family looking at you like that?
These lists may or may not be updated- especially as they get posted and people ask questions. Again, these are moreso the stories I'll be trying to focus on after the Not [ ] Series. Though, to be fair, some things may be a bit different after that series in general, but no need to think about that just yet! Author here is just trying to think of how to go about certain things and organize some stuff, especially since I'll dabble a bit into JL and Superfam stuff down the line- but that's not important right now!
If your curious about anything, don't be afraid to send in an ask! Or even if you want to hear more about an idea, and so on and so forth.
Also, as I'm sure you can tell... naming things isn't exactly my strong suit đ I'm more of a plot guy, y'know? Love me a good, dark, horror-esc story!
"Ghost" is now "Specter", and has been essentially reworked since I felt like the original concept was boring and too much line the Not [ ] Series and such. So! Here is how it's looking thus far:
You thrived off of their quiet attention, and admired them like no other. They were the epitome of perfection, and what all others should strive to be - what you strived to be, as you longed to be apart of something you knew someone as dirty as yourself could never dare taint. Yet, reality was quite harsh. So up in the attic you made your bed, and crafted a fantasy for yourself instead. The family wasn't so far away like this, and you didn't have to ruin their image - but greed is a funny thing when one begins to feed it.
To you, they might as well have been gods amongst men - and oh how you tried to fix every flaw in your body to try and be seen by eyes that never saw you. Though even as that day comes, and you see one of your sisters up close on pure accident - it's enough to spark something that wasn't there before, and your life finally starts anew.
Nightly struggles, shifts in focus, claws and slashes of desperation, and a certain kind of warmth you never felt before, all begin to happen and unravel as something that turned into a fun little game is transformed into a disturbing investigation - and your very life is revealed to those who had forgotten it. With you being forced into a life you're not sure you want to live anymore.
Something to note as well is that I've got a few more ideas for Husband/Spouse Reader, and even if I won't be mentioning any of them right now (as I'm not completely sure when I'll get to them), when I have drafts and such I might! Though we've also got enough fics on the list for right now, so keeping the length as it is until some of the list gets finished is the best call for now, I believe.
Since I'm planning on finishing the Not [ ] Series soon, I do also have another platonic story in mind that isn't on the list - but again! If I get to it or not heavily depends, hence why it isn't on the list as I may end up not even focusing on it, though it is loosely inspired from a small fic, and very much heavily inspired by a film.
Hey! So, you mentioned that Batfam slowly shifts their obsession towards friend!reader, so what happens to the idol twins? Is the batfam's obsession temporary, like would they leave the idol duo alone, or would they kindap both idols and the reader?
That.. is an interesting question!
Honestly I see the batfam potentially using the duo as a means to get back to the reader as they begin to actually learn about them as a person, what they do, and so on! So the duo sort of get added onto the growing list of things that the family ultimately use against the reader. I donât think they'd necessarily get kidnapped and moreso just emotionally manipulated under the pretenses of now being 'friends' with some of the family members. And in that way, I guess the roles almost reverse? Except the duo doesn't see the fakeness of it or its harder for them to catch since, well, they aren't as 'close' - and may even perceive it as concern since the family have supposedly 'known' the reader for a while as well, so it's only natural they'd want to know what's up with them and such.
Again, it's a process and it's not like a switch getting flipped - not really. From the perspective of the idols, it might just be how the family is - and sure, they know the family a little better now, but not necessarily for a long time. They may have even known about the family before then, but they're still learning about them as people, as friends and so on. Not to mention their own careers and all that - but that's getting a little too real about it.
Nevertheless, at least at the start of the transition they're sort of put in the reader's position and not as able to see the red flags presented to them - but mostly because they don't see it, and since it's during the process, they don't actually get a lot of the threats and so on that the reader did initially. They get it to a much lesser degree, imo.
However, as things progress and the family sort of fully shifts over - focus on them does lessen, but they aren't necessarily forgotten either. The twins mean a lot to the reader, and are important people in the reader's life, so they are moved from ways of getting information of the reader, and instead a way of getting to the reader. Still a means to an end, but in arguably a more dangerous sense. Especially because at this point, the reader knows, and the family knows that too. And they abuse the hell out of it.
Instead of being the main focus, the idols are used as the main risk that the family dangles over the reader's head. The reader knows what they're capable of, the family knows what they're capable of, and only one of those parties knows when they will actually act - not if.
In that way, the idols become one of the biggest things the family can put on the line if the reader does something they don't like, or doesn't allow them back into their life 'willingly'. And sure, the idols are, well, idols, but the family at that point is close enough to pull multiple strings any which way, not to mention more then rich enough to pull it off. Though, knowing this family, that means little.
Nevertheless, the answer is that the idols are used as a constant threat, something big for the reader to lose among other things - but still important enough for it to be notable. The idols are given less focus, but not left alone entirely - even if the reason for the continued focus has changed now and is for an entirely different purpose then when it started. Funnily enough, the for the idols, the 'friendship' they have with some of the family members might even be more genuine this way.
Since Damian is nunhuman does he get that from his motherâs side Talia Al ghul? Or is it from his fatherâs side? Yk how sometimes something like red hair runs in a family and it can some times skip a generation but in the next generation itâs there? Was that what happened? Like Damian greet grandfather was nunhuman ďżź
But with his grandpa and father they were both human so the family just forgot about there being nunhumans in the family?
Honestly I'd assume it'd from his mother considering that Bruce is human and everything. It's a shame I wasn't able to press as much as I wanted to on the nonhumans of the family and how they work, but I will say it's more then just genetics and it wouldn't be possible for a human to spawn from nonhumans - and vice versa. If a human and nonhuman get together, the mother's species determines the species of the child... if one is even possible to conceive. (Since I imagine not all species of nonhuman are able to conceive the same way, and so on. You never know.)
Nonhumans are a rarity, and treated as monsters seeing as their abilities and appearances can either be way too unnatural (even by metahuman standards) or even if they do look human, most find it uncanny.
Also, I think it's just funny to think that both Bruce and Dick sort of just, attract such a strange crowd that they aren't even human more then half the time. Though I did have plans to show it off more in the family dynamic and such, one day for one chapter isn't a lot and I had to prioritize the actual event itself over the small stuff - even if it would've done more favors for the world as a whole.
Was that reader isnât human? They r this alien like creature that gets power from the sun?? Or comes from the sun? Idk no hate or anything but ur works are kinda hard to keep up with its like one minute your focused on something but than the next ur talking about something completely different?? ďżźHas I said before no hate <3 but I think something u need for your works are dividers that why the readers arenât confused about weâre somthing ends and begins loll. But I honestly love your work đ
I completely understand! And I appreciate the feedback, especially since I agree and the Red Dawn series/fic was definitely confusing and can be - but I guess I didn't catch that since I'm the author and don't have any beta readers... which is my bad! Again, thanks for telling me, though :]
I guess the dividers could be clearer as well as to what they mean and where we're cutting too - since the day segments in the Red Dawn also have cuts, and so do the night segment at times... alright now that I'm actually thinking about it i see your point! Definitely something I've got to keep in mind and work on for sure.
As for the content itself - the reveal wasn't supposed to be obvious until the very end, and honestly I kept the reader's ability and how they work vague on purpose. Both for time, and honestly I couldn't think of reasons - but that's mostly because I was getting tired of it and just wanted the Red Dawn as a whole to be done, especially because it's late enough as it is, y'know?
The reader is alien, yes, and that's been hinted at throughout the days but nothing is explicit until the end - so if not everyone caught it, that's fine and sort of the intent. It wasn't supposed to be obvious.. but maybe I made it too vague? Just something I'll have to consider moving forward in other projects!
As for their connection to the sun - well, honestly I couldn't tell you, but it's obvious they're connected to it in some way. I wouldn't say they get their abilities or anything from the sun itself, or even our sun, but think of it like a remote or toy car. The sun is another power source or 'battery' for the reader rather then the main source or only one. I donât think I explained it or described it very well on Day 5, but the reader is significantly weaker in darkness.
Honestly a lot of things are up in the air and maybe I left too many questions unanswered, but that's what I get for trying to do all this in... what, two weeks ish now??? In total??? (It's been longer then that if you include the hiatus i took, but just how long i've actually been working on the Red Dawn would be around that time, i think.)
Since your last post I've been in a waiting mode for 5 days, I'm too excited to find out the outcome (and of course to make sure I was right)
Honestly despite me being really late (and I apologize for the delay, again...), you got me through writing that last day - even if I wouldn't consider it my best work, and you can see the steam really died for me on that end LOL
Has come, but of course, not every day is meant to go as planned.
[Yandere Batfam Ă Gender Neutral! Cop Reader(?)]
[Warnings: Gore-esc descriptions (a lot of mentions of flesh, flesh moving, muscle, teeth, growth like that and being described being where they shouldn't be), eldritch horror sort of description, ooc characters (?), implied death, alien reader, monster reader, confusing and vague description, obsessive behavior (at least implied), hardly a sprinkle of possessiveness but it's there if you squint, an almost-end-of-the-world scenario. Suicide in the form of self-sacrifice, there is fighting but nothing in detail, harm is done to the reader, body horror.] (Note: If I missed any, I apologize but I think you get the gist. This one is a doozy. Might be a little confusing, and isn't my best work, but I tried my best and once again apologize for the delay. For all those reading this, I hope you enjoy and this has been an interesting short series to try and write with you.)
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Of a new day has come, and all the residents of the Earth could feel it. Before the sun showed itself, the skies seemed to lose their blue undertones for one half of the world, and the other could see the effects as people â imitators and humans alike â with patches of stars etched into their skin, offered themselves to the sun when it shined down on them, all just to join the vessel who had given promises it never intended to keep. With their essence going into the ground of the Earth, slipping into every crack and crevice, dropping into the near boiling waters as brown, near reddish undertones overtake the atmosphere.
You donât wait until morning, not with everything in place and nearly everything prepared.
The detective that came with you from Metropolis was lost, but a few miniscule organisms being lost compared to the large amount of other lifeforms on this planet meant little. He served his purpose, just as the rest had â and of their own volition no less. All for the chance to get closer to whatever their heart and mind desired most, a promise you never made but they believed in anyway. It was a funny thing, how something like that worked, but itâs something youâve come to expect and have worked with numerous times. Itâs helped you before, especially with the last few planets, and a little planet such as Earth didnât seem to change that. Not that such a silly little thought had ever crossed your mind.
Even if the effects seemed to differ, and your encounter with this worldâs strange anomalies seemed to only prove that further â you canât say it wasnât⌠enlightening in a way you hadnât considered before. Which was saying a lot since youâve had this âeffectâ on living things for a long time, and yet you still learn more about it as it helps you feed and grow all the more. Admittedly, you didnât notice it much at first â but after that day, you havenât forgotten about it. You couldnât. Not when it held the potential to finally satiate your unending, painful, excruciating appetite.
The memory is a fond one, and you canât help but recall it each and every time youâre able to feast once again. After all, itâs done you so much good â and without it, you never wouldâve been able to even fathom being where you are now. Let alone imagine how utterly satisfying a good meal could really feel. Not with how your own people treated such things, and certainly not with their inability to move from such idiotic customs and traditions â always looking towards a future they never truly worked towards. Though, you had no such problems, and if there was anything you had to thank them for â it would be that one fond, meaningful memory you hold thatâs allowed you to see the error of their ways, and be the one to break the cycle of such foolish nonsense. They were lazy, almost arrogant with how confident they were that a good meal large enough to fulfill all of them would come someday and fall right into their laps. It was honestly embarrassing that you were supposed to be the same as them.
However, unlike them you have drive, ambition, and the will to actually try and achieve what they so desperately wished for. To say you had a âgood mealâ was putting it lightly â as youâve heard humans put it, in their terminology, you feasted like a king that day. Although the price was high, it was to be expected as food such as that didnât come easy, nor did it simply grow from the ground. No, such a thing didnât even exist on your planet.
The results alone were worth it, that much you knew â and it was enough for you to do it again, and again, and again.
One tradition from your species did stick, for it was the only thing that actually made your meals feel better with time. Especially as each and every feast made it easier to endure such things, and this own âhabitâ of yours became more than just a means to an end. More than just a way to fill your gut and move onto the next planet â no, no, no. It was about feeling the rewards of your efforts, and being able to truly take it all in. Youâve heard a few humans refer to it as âchasing a highâ, and you can certainly agree that it feels similar to that, just on a much larger scale.
Hence why now, your excitement knew no bounds. You could feel the sun just about to rise, but could feel all those already under its haze begin to fall rapidly, and that alone sent tingles down the spine of your current form. If there was one thing you appreciated about humans, it was their need to please â something that, in a moment like this, certainly changed things enough to where you would surely remember them after this. Their planet may have been small, but you could feel the thrill of the coming feast edging you on. These were certainly the most confusing, annoying, and impatient species youâve ever worked with â but you couldnât deny how helpful and fascinating theyâve been. Youâve learned a lot from this little preparation of yours, but now? Oh, now youâre able to finally relish in the reward for your efforts.
The small group of officers you came in with from Metropolis await outside the door for you, and line the hall in straight, parallel lines with their backs to the walls, and after them are the devout members of your little gathering youâve had placed in Gotham a long time ago. Youâve honestly forgotten most of their names by now, but none of that mattered, and they didnât seem to mind regardless.
A more natural smile rests on your face, and as you take one step out of the door, their bodies unravel right before your eyes. The very essence that made you, the thing your planet was mostly made out of, replaced the very humans who had followed you so diligently until this day. Most of them had described it as a sort of red dust, but youâd compare it more to the pollen plants on this planet produced, the ends of dandelions â but you could see the comparison, especially when it was more condensed. Something you had to figure out in order to even have them touch it or interact with it in any meaningful way. That was annoying at best, but once it was all figured out⌠well, you could appreciate humans for at least one other thing. Nevertheless, this was your reward to them, and they all took it with such ease that all you could do was smile wider and continue on with the rest.
The particles begin to swarm you, not one touching the ground as you breathe them in. Even tasting it on your tongue as you pass by more organisms, and they add to the growing haze around you.
By the time you step out of the apartment, it's hard for any other human to see you amongst the storm that seems to be forming around you, but you just continue to walk calmly. Each and every particle sinks into every pore of your body, and as much as you liked this vessel â since it was from one of your most devout followers, and you honestly had a bit of favoritism for it â you knew youâd have to let it go. Human bodies werenât made to hold you, and could hardly withstand a fraction of your shifting abilities as it is. Like this, you knew it would only be moments until you shred this body to pieces with the mass youâre going to accumulate. Hm. Maybe as a true sign of respect for being such a wonderful host, and offering a body that could actually withstand the transfer while being able to last so long, perhaps you could save them last. For âdessertâ, as humans called it.
You personally didnât understand it fully, but it seemed like a good thing. So itâd have to do for now, and seemed honorable enough.
Licking your lips, the sun peaked above the horizon, and while it was still mostly white â the ring around it was a faint red, and the once blue skies were stained and tainted with murk, looking no better than the waters of the Earth. The clouds almost looked dirty from down below, and the world flooded with an odd silence it was never capable of before.
No screams sounded, but as you made your way to the heart of Gotham, many humans approached you to become part of the swirling particles around you that were growing into a sort of cyclone. All in an attempt to feed you, to give or gain whatever your mere âpresenceâ had told them. Their eyes began to leak with water, and they bore their teeth at you in such an odd way â with the corners of their lips still turned up, as if trying to smile with the bone underneath revealed. Something akin to âcheeringâ filled the streets, and even if you didnât fully understand the sound itself, you knew what it was supposed to convey.
Joy.
It was then that you knew this planet would truly be one to remember, as it too would relish this day â just as you were going to relish it.Â
Before you could risk more damage happening to this vessel of yours, you stripped yourself from it â tucking it away in a nook between buildings before letting the swarm fully attach itself to you with no barriers left in between.
Finally, you could eat to your hearts content.Â
â â â â â â â â â â
In full honesty, they shouldâve anticipated that youâd be excited for this. That the very moment the first person decided to jump ship, youâd be itching to start, and get things going early â but they had hoped theyâd have more time regardless. Your little countdown said as much, but clearly you were impatient, or simply just hungry â but those two things werenât mutually exclusive, and it was sort of cute how excited you seemed to be. Even if the cost itself was great, and only growing steeper.
They were so close to finishing, and just on time too, but theyâd just have to work with this. They didnât have much of a choice, and even if they could hear the sirenâs song from here, could feel the temptation in the very marrow of their bones as it practically ached to be released â they knew what awaited them would be much greater if they resisted and played this right. Theyâve gathered as much help as they could, and with your effect washing over everyone on the planet at full force⌠well, if no one wanted what they did, they were useless anyway.
Getting started was easy â they had begun that part hours ago, and while you were taking your little ânapâ no less. A little over half of them were working on little to no sleep, but whatever you didâŚ? It gave them just the energy boost they needed to continue regardless. As if their bodies have been freed of their limitations â or they just couldnât feel the repercussions as strongly. Regardless of what it was, they werenât complaining, and took full advantage of this. Barbara was even able to stand from her wheelchair, and even as her legs shook, she could nearly run like this despite still being unable to feel them entirely. Almost.
Those who were most needed on the finishing touches stayed, and the others went to greet you properly.
Finding you wasnât the hard part â especially not when civilians were practically running in your direction, and all organic matter slowly seemed to fade away, and float towards where you were as well. Like just you revealing yourself made life corrode and rot away at the seems, almost like you had an amplified version of deathâs touch, or perhaps were the manifestation of death itself â not that they believed such silly nonsense. You were a hungry little thing! You just needed a bit of discipline, and a very good teacher.
Luckily for you, they were many things â and theyâd help you. Just as youâre going to help them.
The swarm looked mesmerizing from afar, and really matched the more earthy and dirty undertones the whole city seemed to take. Like roots from the ground, moss on walls, or vines hanging down from any high point they could reach â masses of flesh and veins seemed to form and grow. Latching onto buildings, and coming from the ground and every crack in the pavement below. Any other life that wasn't close enough to you, such as pets and so on⌠well, the crawling, writing masses from the ground and various buildings seemed to take care of it, and consumed what you immediately could not. Stemming from the very soil of the city that was once a dark brown, and now seemed oddly red â as did everything else the others seemed to touch before this day.
Small bits of vein and thin bones formed in food, with small pieces left in coffee beans, flour, and similar things having small spots of red in them. No one had to touch any of the baked goods to know the rot forming inside, and it's almost curious how all these small pieces writhe and wiggle, trying to reach one another in order to grow and form a larger mass. As if, even like this, such tiny pieces knew where other small fragments were. How to recognize each other, and had a natural need to be close. To fulfill its purpose.
Reaching the center of the city was easy, the lack of distractions was helpful â not that anything could take their eyes off of the spire forming right before their eyes.
Rising above the skyline, and as if trying to touch the sky and grow closer to the warmth the star it held, provided, was a sculpture in the making â and almost felt inappropriate to see it now, incomplete, unpolished, flawed in a way nothing human could be. Like strings of life, twisting in a braid, flesh from the ground began to rise up and formed something that was shaped like the top half of a human but lacked all the necessary features of one. Various rows of teeth, arteries, muscle, tendons, bone, and so on appeared all over the spire, with it growing much bigger the closer to the ground it was â where most of the feeding was done, as various mass of flesh dragged themselves across the ground and flung themselves to the center piece, allowing it to grow, and for the particles around you to take on a much brighter shade of red. The storm forming around you from the sheer amount of feeding you were doing all at once was nothing short of fascinating, but also made it easier to spot you, even if said âstormâ drew more dense around your form.
They couldnât do much with the storm acting as a sort of barrier between you and them, and they knew the moment they crossed⌠well, their bodies would make the choice for them â and they couldnât have that, so they started to cut off your supply from the outside.
Soon, smoke joined the clouds as fires began to spark, and nearly everything was set ablaze â something that immediately caught your attention. To say you werenât happy was putting it mildly, but your actions afterwards were predictable.
You immediately went in for the attack, and chaos spawned from there. Noises never meant for human ears sounded, and it only further confirmed how alien you truly were â even if your most pure form tried to shape itself as a human at the top. Tendrils and other masses from buildings close to you shot out, and began attacking outside of the swarm of particles. Little to no thought was put behind the attacks, just simply charging forward, and trying to either grab ahold of or take out whoever was being attacked. All with the intent to kill, to consume no matter what â that much was obvious, and so was the fact that despite such smaller organisms holding no brain, they didnât attack or run into each other. Working in tandem, acting as smaller parts that worked to keep the bigger, much larger and complex machine running.
The fight that broke out was messy, but thanks to you, the family was able to work in sync much better as well â and still being connected to you was very helpful in this instance. For once, the amount of damage theyâd cause to the city was of little concern to them, as the flames roared on, and they used their most destructive methods yet. Others were extra messy with it compared to the rest, but there was a certain delicacy in their actions as the swarm slowly grew smaller and more dense, but ultimately got them closer to the center.
Naturally, your temper and mood was only worsening. Making you rage all the more and still try to consume as much as possible, but also growing more petty as you destroyed building, streets, and so on with your roots as an attempt to kill them, get them away from you, and or just rid of them entirely â but also to see something they had cultivated and tried to shape over their short lifespans, destroyed.
If they were all human, perhaps it wouldâve worked â but they werenât, and at least had partially expected this. After all, you were more akin to a child or wild animal when it came to these things. They didnât exactly know how many times youâve done this, or where, but had a good enough idea to suspect you didnât expect much to begin with. Maybe this sort of thing had come easy to you before, and they didnât necessarily see that as a bad thing, but that also meant your defenses were down, and they fully intended to use that.
Eventually, the few left at the manor had come back to join the battle, with a note being made to Bruce, and some things being discussed as majority of the action was kept elsewhere. After, was when the real plan began.
They started at your roots, which you immediately tried to defend, but you had to focus on all other things as you couldnât sacrifice the organisms closest to you for growth you could get back quickly. Food was the most important thing to you at the moment, everything else was secondary. Yet, it seemed like these damn Wayneâs knew that as they deliberately went after your food, and also burned your defenses.
This was supposed to be the easiest city to handle, the one that would allow you to pass the first stage with ease â and move in more food without anyone catching on too quickly. They had no powers, they were at the disadvantage besides a few flimsy contacts, and had only noticed anything was wrong during their final moments â but they somehow managed to learn of your greatest and most shameful weakness, knew where to attack, and were still able to coordinate and think clearly enough to form plans?! It wasnât fair!! It isnât FAIR!
Another loud shriek fills the air, and when you begin to feel a tingling ache â you finally take things a little more seriously, and more of your mass forms into muscle and bone. Yet, you swear you hear the smallest sounds of amusement from below through the smaller piece that had yet to reach you, coming from various members of this little, pathetic excuse of a so-called âfamilyâ. Something akin to anger sparks again, and you target all who dared to find anything about this âfunnyâ.
You were so focused on targeting anyone who insulted you with such pathetic noises that you hardly noticed when you were low enough to swipe at some individuals â but eventually, you tire of this game.
âENOUGH!â You shout, voice booming and loud as it echoes down the overwise quiet streets. Taking all the mass you could, you place yourself atop the spire of flesh, bone, and writhing life again. Forgetting your reasons for even doing this, you take in all of the particles that swarm around you, with them swirling around you in a whirlwind before it all stops, and you finally let out a sigh. Having to remind you that these foolish little creatures that dare stop you are made of only a fraction of what you have, that they are merely human, weak, and nothing more. A language without scripture falls from the countless mouths etched and stitched across the beautifully erotic form you call a body, but whatever you said, it makes the small pieces that were left in even the furthest parts of Gotham bolt towards you, and help grow the mass. There, much better.
Looking down at the pathetic life forms that tried to strike you down, you curse them in the only way you know how, and all the windows of the buildings around you shatter into fragments of glass. Whatever mass was able to grow in them. Formed together in large tendrils, and slammed down on the concrete below â beginning their own attacks, and rooting in the building they overtook. Like a parasite clinging onto its host long after death.
Anger itself wasnât something you were entirely familiar with. You yourself didnât seem to realize it, but they could tell â something like that is easy to pick up on in their usual line of work, and especially when one of them can read body language as easily as she can. It didnât seem like an important detail, and it certainly didnât make your attempts any less ruthless, but it made way for them to have the confidence that youâve had all this time up until now.
Unfamiliarity can make one messy, uncoordinated, and unable to notice things they wouldnât miss otherwise. Naturally, they shouldâve been that way with you, but because of your very⌠âpresenceâ â it was nearly impossible for them to feel that way.
The air becomes harder to breathe as smoke continues to fill the air, and the smell of chemicals is mixed in. You hardly notice, not having such senses in a form like this, but you can feel the heat, and it only makes you more agitated â and thus more violent in your attempts to snuff out such insulting efforts to interrupt your feeding.
Your roots move further into the ground, and spread â parts of the braid that make up the lower half of your body untangle themselves and provide whatever defense and offense they can. More of your body hardens, and from down below, you look like a tree thatâs slotted itself into the earth and just uncovered the fleshy, bone-like structure inside. People keep trying to run towards you, and fewer are succeeding, but those that do turn to particles for a brief moment before their immediate consumption. Itâs clear you're taking this a little more seriously, and the family responds by doubling their efforts.
Then, the strangest thing happens as an oddly familiar shape moves in the sky, and soon blocks out the sun. Illuminating the pulsating, red mass that is your true and most captivating form. Yet, as much as theyâd like to stand around and simply stare in awe, they take this opportunity while youâre disconnected from the sun.
Sounds of gunfire, roaring flames, indescribable shrieks, and occasional communication from the remaining heroes increase in volume as you only seem to grow bigger and bigger â yet clearly more agitated as well. Who knows what exactly is getting on your nerves, but itâs enough for you to swoop down and swipe at them. Something akin to animalistic growls escape the countless misshaped âmouthsâ on your form, and your so focused on attacking and getting these pesky bugs away from you that you fail to realize a few areas on your roots begin to secrete a substance they arenât supposed to. Though, when you finally do and are about to pull away â one of the younger ones, an anomaly you notice too late that is dressed like the pathetic family pulls you closer to them with a force you can hardly account for, and just as you try to retaliate, you realize you canât right away.
The bottom half has been severed from you, and you only come to realize what, exactly, that substance may have been as an explosion ruptures throughout the city.
Of course, you try to over take the body of the being that grabbed you â only to get pulled off once again, and flung away from any nearby bodies. Only screams leave the body they severed you from, and all you can do is scramble as each part of you thatâs left tries to latch onto something, anything, and that desperation nearly splits up the upper body you have left.
Some of it does split off, and as you lose multiple senses, you form very grotesque eyes on the neck of your form, and they move â trying to look in every direction possible for something to latch onto â and then you spot it.
Not a single question runs through your mind, as you rush and latch onto the body of the human form you had worn all this time. Which now laid out in the open, looked deprived and like it was nearly about to rot away at the seams â but as the smallest of tendrils from your body touch it, life returns to the corpse.
Of course, some damage is done to it, but you have no time to think about that as the sun begins to peek through the moon once more â only for it to get cut off once more. You can barely feel the warmth of its rays over the cold metal that both binds and burns you, but despite it all you try to fight it, and call to the pieces of you that remain.
Reaching out to the sun, youâre dragged across the rough concrete as you try to claw toward the sun. Itâs harder than they expected to move you, but with enough effort, theyâre able to pull you away.
At the sacrifice of some of your form, you try to shape whatever defenses you can and fight against whoever is dragging you and lash out against them â but more chains are formed as a response, and their grip on you is anything but kind and tender. They feel as if theyâre about to rip you apart and melt away whateverâs left over, but nothing grants you that mercy.
Your sensations are dulled with the dark cloak that surrounds you, and you can hardly even register as you're thrown into a box thatâs air tight. There is no telling where youâre going, if anywhere at all, but you can feel the call and connection to the pieces of you in Gotham City beginning to sever. Not once do you stop struggling and screaming. An endless stream of your own curses â both foreign and familiar to this planet accompany you until you're roughly tossed into a dark space you can hardly make out, but it feels as comfortable as the pavement in the human city.
The cloak falls, and you can only glare at the sight that greets you â but they can hardly focus on that, not when majority of the color in your iris has taken on a light shade of pink that surrounds your pupil in the shape of a large star, with the gaps in between each corner being filled with your original eye color. Mass of muscle is stuck to half of your face and around one of your eyes, as if the tendons themselves are attached to the skin and grew out of it. It trails down to your arm â with your hand being similar to Greenwoodâs after his little ârevealâ, only smaller and reduced to the same size as your human hand. It's clear the transition from your true form to a human one has come with its downsides and its own flaws, and even if at least one of them was sorry, a few werenât and almost preferred you this way. It felt like the best of both worlds, and at least this way you were more comprehensible, and easier to understand. Less of a headache to look at â not that they had minded, you were utterly breathtaking regardless.
Still, with you down here, they had a lot of cleaning to do upstairs, and as right as it felt to be down here with you, they couldnât let you get to their heads too much just yet. There would be time for that later.
âLET ME OUT!â You demand, and honestly it almost works â as did all of your commands prior to this, but just as all those previous moments, theyâre able to resist. Their own drive and will trumping yours. Their need to have whatâs been promised to them taking over any and all sense.
So, those that brought you in begin to leave, moving to the elevator they had used to come down and head back up to the batcave. However, the last of them stops for a moment, and turns to glance at you. âJust sit tight, and weâll be right with you. Donât try anything too drastic- Iâd hate to return to nothing but a puddle of goop- and the others too, I guess.â He didnât seem too thrilled on the subject, as if the concept of sharing with the rest upset him somehow. âBut, go ahead and knock yourself out. Because youâre going to be staying with us for the rest of your time here on Earth. So, if youâve got any other space buddies?â
He turns to face you better, though only by one additional step. âI hope your last memories of them were good enough.â
When he turns and leaves, another shriek tears through your throat, but by the time they all reach the bat cave, itâs hardly even audible. They can sense it more than they can actually hear it, which is an odd sensation but one theyâre willing to adapt to. The payoff already feels more than worth it, and just knowing you're around makes them feel so good they donât know how theyâve been able to survive without you until this point in their lives. Like theyâve all been missing something, and whatever it is, you have it, and are the key to gaining it.
So even as you scratch at the damp, cool walls â deprived of a meal you were so close to fully devouring, and your senses can hardly pick up on anything as the sun's rays are far, and all other extensions of yourself are being dealt with, you scream until you can no longer afford to sacrifice the amount of energy you were able to consume.
Earth will regret this. They will regret this, and you will do everything in your power to ensure that each waking moment of theirs is nothing but utter tortureâŚ
However, in spite of all the dark promises you make and vow to see through, your glorious feast is cut short, and life on Earth is allowed another day to flourish.
OKAY! I'm aware I'm already a little late, but I also think this deserves a disclaimer beforehand- (but of course there will be warnings in these chapters as well)
From this point on, Day 4 and Day 5 of The Red Dawn will contain body horror! ESPECIALLY DAY 5! Not the light kind either, so you have been warned! If that's not your thing, then that's perfectly fine, no sweat!
Does anything happen to the family? NO! However, that's where the line is drawn. No major character dies, or will die!
Who could've guessed that stuff dealing with flesh would be gross? (I'm being sarcastic, don't worry, lol)
This is probably the most abstract, and odd writing I've done in a while. So even with the 'addition' of body horror, I will say it gets a little... weird in description for Day 5, and is even reading weird to me. Which- to be fair, is the intention for some parts, but it definitely isn't for everyone!
Not even in a "ohhhh it's so gorey and edgy!!" type of way, but sort of in a "what the fuck did I just read" kind of way? There's nothing wrong with either, in all honesty, but they are vastly different feelings at times. And this... feels like one of those times?
It could be because I haven't slept yet, but I will say that those theories about the reader definitely make it or break it here, and... well... if you haven't been following along, I don't really recommend it? Because there is a line between weird and bizarre, and I've got no idea where to place Day 5 on that scale.
Not my first time necessarily dabbling into things like this, but I'll admit and say it's one of the few times I'm trying to put it down in words, and just words alone. So... if the language is confusing and awkward, that's on me and I apologize in advance! At least with this final day, I'll actually answer some questions people might have, and even if I hope too much won't need clearing up - I doubt it but I am trying! So forgive me on that end.
instead of the 'Red Dawn' being a time event, is it actually some sort of deity? Some characters involved in the group did mention a certain someone being the vessel that everyone turns their eyes to... And it seems like the Reader is in tune with the Sun (body rising with the dawn even when asleep). I do think the other anon's comment about the Reader potentially not knowing their connections to this group, or even like dissociating when it comes to those activities! Although it seems like their body subconsciously tells us what might be going on inside their mind even if the Reader themselves is unaware. but idk, it's just a theory that came to my head reading the latest chapters! I gotta reread the first few tho to refresh lol
Again I can't really say much, but you're definitely onto something there!!
Honestly it's really things like this that make me feel a bit better about my writing, and seeing y'all put the pieces together is so fun! I love reading all these things, but again! The reveal is right around the corner, and I can't wait to see how that goes!
Everyone is pretty much on the right track from what I've seen, and with how Day 5 drops the whole act... well, we'll just have to see, yeah?
HEY I finally managed to put my thoughts together and write this and damn why so much? Half of this is pure nonsense and emotions you can skip reading I'm just glad to read and this day too yuhu
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED AT THE END
oh shit today I read the chapter slower BUT how else? DAMN I WROTE TWO SHEETS OF A5 PAPER writing down any thoughts that came to my mind and putting together what had already happened in the past days (I hope I can now figure out what I wrote because it would be a shame not to understand)
The end of the world, aliens who want to take over the earth? DESTROY? Brainwashed cultists, SECRET SOCIAL SCIENCE BRAINWASHED MAYBE ENTIRE COUNTRIES? Okay, the last nonsense of a skunk
Damn, I knew that the emphasis on what card MC had in the previous chapter meant something, I knew it! And his behavior, he's a cultist for sure. (I remembered the meme "Are you somehow connected to the darknet?" "I'm not just connected, I control it" repeat what you said-)
And now, having seen Dickhead's behavior and the sand in Duke's suit, Cas' behavior in the past, I definitely remain with the theory that "MC IS DEFINITELY NOT PART OF A SECT AND IS NOT BRAINWASHING EVERYONE ELSE, WELL, THAT CANNOT BE" sarcasm.
what's next, oh yeah, a sudden warming in the fall. (I don't remember if it was the beginning of fall or the end, so I'm not sure) warming? abrupt? what is already happening with the sun? or is the earth itself also under the influence? Or a way to catch up with the atmosphere and I see complete fuck-up in everything..
Red Dawn (let's ignore the fact that it's a sci-fi/action movie, I don't think it's related) Do they by any chance have horizons that light up red in the morning? Then it would be possible to somehow connect the weather, the title, and what's happening together.
bodies disappear. from coffins.. in general they disappear leaving only sand. Either the body leaves or ALIEN CREATURES EAT THE BODY SOMEWHERE ABSORBING FLESH BONES AND ALL THEREBY REPRODUCING. Oh no I'm not sure about any of these options but the last one didn't sound too tasty
Let me get back to the main topic that worries me the most? MC is a fucking cult member, I'll bet three boxes of pineapple pizza on that and oh my god he obviously has an effect on those around him, but does he do it on purpose? Yeah, maybe..considering he has something to hide judging by the last chapter. If he influences others then it turns out he's already infected too? Infection? Fuck, if he's not a meta or a skilled manipulator/psychologist then that's the only option left in my head. And how does he infect?..maybe food or subconsciously and does he infect or just subjugate the general idea? It hasn't dawned on me yet. And again we'll get back to the pink card that's been tormenting me since the day before yesterday (I'm losing track of time). Do they give it to cult members? How do cultists somehow stumble upon a bank? Does it serve as a designation between them? So there are a lot of questions and thoughts..
damn, I still have so many thoughts in my head that I have no one to express, but it seems to me that if I continue to express everything I think or notice in one breath, I will be closed down in Arkham (it's good that it's anonymous)
Sorry for such a huge amount of nonsense that I write lately, I'm just a damn fan of this work, I miss reading exactly this in my life, your works are like a breath of fresh air in this pile...neglected...
Keep up the good work, damn I can't wait for the fifth day (to say whether I was right or wrong to myself..and then here too)
Honestly I really don't mind, and feel really honored and flattered that a little idea of mine has sparked this much thought!!! It really sucks that I can't comment on anything JUST yet... but I will say that I'm unsure if I should use a surprised pikachu face or something like that.
Can you imagine those who are jealous getting upset, and trying to figure out why it's Jason so they can take his place??
I know Jason's surprised, but definitely lets it get to his head and absolutely abuses it (though honestly, any and all of them will). You cannot tell me he wouldn't try to see where the line it drawn, but he's taking that title with pride regardless. He basically has the "win all arguments and debates" card now.
Will he fully abuse it? Who's to say! But he's definitely flexing it, and will flaunt it until someone takes it off his hands - which he won't let happen over his cold, dead body!!
What is the one-shot about? New years and Christmas
Is it platonic batfam or romantic?
Is it a one-shot for the not [] series?
GIVE US CRUMBSSS
OKAY I'M SORRYYYYY I KNOW THOSE ARE REALLY LATE AND ITS BECAUSE I'VE BEEN PRIORITIZING THE BIG POSTS đđ
BUT! I can answer these!
They aren't oneshots for the Not [ ] Series, and for holiday specials I'll be trying to go back and forth with them. Christmas is Romantic, and the New Years one is platonic!
Both are pretty similar ish? Which is a real shame - but in terms of what happens, relationship, reasons and so on, I find it different enough? (At least for my brain to not immediately throw one idea out.)
One is about being a gift for the batfam, and the other is them making you miss your flight, and thus making you stay 'home' - I won't say which is which, even if it's obvious. In both oneshots, the reader is an outsider brought into the family somehow, and honestly... I don't think it's as bad as it is in my head, but I think I cooked with the end of th3 Christmas oneshot.
A day away. The end is near, but they get closer. Too close.
[Yandere Batfam x Gender Neutral! Cop Reader]
[Warnings: Mentions of suicide (only mentioned in dialog), cult, occult like activities, rituals, implied human sacrifice (in dialog), sort of implied gore?, body horror, violence, blood (minor), bodily fluids (minor), flesh, general mild gore, gross description (?).] (Note: Unless otherwise specified, it's to be believed that actions involved with harming, hurting, or heavily injuring the self are not talking about the Batfamily or the reader. Still, you have been warned.)
Oops! A little late on this one, my bad! Body horror elements come in at the end of the chapter, when Selina says something to Bruce. It's over when Jason says "Thank god, he finally shut up-"
If there is such things as 'partial'/'soft' dead dove, that's how I would describe the end of this day.
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The day is hotter than itâs ever been for fall in Gotham, and nearly everyone could feel it. Yet, strangely enough, a noticeable amount of people seem perfectly fine with it â even if some are practically sweating in their clothes, they still go about their lives almost scarily unbothered.
Most would think that Duke would be complaining, or at the very least breaking a sweat with how long heâs been in his suit, but strangely enough, he feels comfortable like this. Almost content, but he couldnât be â not while being so far away from you. A window was the only thing truly separating you from him, but he couldnât bring himself to open it and slip in. Almost like something deep inside of him was telling him you wouldnât like it if he did, and Duke couldnât understand why. Youâve been so nice to him up until this point, so welcoming â so you wouldnât mind if he popped in extra early, would you? Sure you wouldnât, Duke couldnât imagine if you did, but heâs sure youâd understand anyway. If only he could explain it to you. Explain how heâs been feeling and that he had to be inside. Then youâd understand, forgive him, and everything would be okay.
Yet, something was still keeping him out, and it was honestly getting on his last nerve.
How Duke managed to slip out of the Batcave didnât matter â not like he remembered, anyway. What mattered was figuring what was keeping him out so he could get in-
The young vigilante watches as you slowly, almost painstakingly begin to rise from your bed to sit up. For a moment, he holds his breath, hoping and nearly pleading with all his heart that youâre awake â only to see that your eyes are still closed, and itâs still hours away from when youâd usually be up. The only difference being is that your body moved in accordance to the sun, and you rose as it did. Almost as if you two were in sync somehow, and Duke couldnât help but find that endlessly interesting instead of strange.
Even so, he had hoped you would have actually been awake â but he could be polite, so he waited. It wasnât very comfortable being perched on the fire escape like this, but for something like this? Duke didnât mind, especially not when he got to spend so much time with you. When it was just the two of you, alone, together.
Duke couldnât even feel himself sweating in his suit, but even if he could â he didnât care. He couldnât. Not with you in his sights.
Time passed by like sand slipping through his hands, with only the smallest bits remaining under Dukeâs nails and in the lines of his palm. Since he could feel it pass, albeit faintly, and could acknowledge its passing as well, but the actual length was lost on him â as if only minutes or seconds had flown by in the place of the few hours that escaped his memory.
Not that it mattered, as once Duke saw you begin to stir and wake up, he couldnât help but feel all giddy as he practically jumped to your window sill, and tapped on the window despite the nagging feeling that tried to stop him. He watches as you rub your eyes before glancing over to him.
Another feeling washes over Duke, one of denial â and he finds himself panicking. You had to let him in. You would, right? You wouldnât turn him away, would you? You couldnât leave him out in the heat like this, you had come here for you. You canât turn him away. No. No Duke canât accept this â who are you? Where did you go? Did someone replace you? Was this a fake? Just what was going on-
The young vigilanteâs thoughts are cut off as you open the window. âWhatâre you doing here, kid? I donât remember making a call⌠unless thereâs some trouble nearby?â Duke almost forgot he was in the suit, and he almost wanted to rip it off now, but he managed to keep it on⌠even if he suddenly felt like he couldnât breathe despite how his own cowl was designed. Thank god, you were fine. Normal.
âI was just on patrol and, uh, decided to swing by? See how things are going, especially with all the activity around in the city as of lateââ Duke is quick to reply, clearing his throat before admitting. âAnd I just wanted to see how youâre doing, yâknow? Canât imagine that things have been exactly easy these past few nights.â
You raise a brow, but just sigh and shake your head at his words. âWell, I appreciate the thought, but I got to get on with my morning, Signal.â
âI- I know! I just wanted to⌠do a search.â
âA⌠search?â
âYeah, like- do you have any plants or anything around here?â
âWell, yes-â
âPerfect! Gotta check them and make sure theyâre all good and healthy. It shouldnât take long, and I wonât get in the way of anything, I promise!â
You can only raise a brow, but eventually relent and give a tired but amused, âFine, do what you have to, then.â
So, you go on with your morning. Just getting ready, and keeping an eye on Duke â especially as he tries to make conversation. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but considering where youâre supposed to be standing, it is odd. Though, it only made you feel better as you decided to entertain him a little. Answering his questions, holding the position youâve managed to maintain for the past few days, and keeping up appearances. It was easier during the day for countless reasons, a good nightâs rest being one of them. Staying up was really taking a toll, and you needed your energy for whatâs to come.
Nevertheless, it quickly comes to a point where Duke is obviously trying to stay, and you canât figure out why. You feel like youâve dropped enough hints at this rate, and so you try to confront him about it gently⌠only for him to stumble over his words and struggle to speak for whatever reason. Itâs honestly a little frustrating, but you can work with this. Youâve dealt with worse than a clingy kid in a costume.
So, putting on a more natural smile as you remember to compose yourself, you make the same offer thatâs always worked for you time and time again.
âSay, why donât we have a bit of breakfast?â
â â â â â â â â â â â â
Barbara was beginning to regret taking Dickâs advice on getting some air, especially now that she was a few ways away from the only useful computer they could use at the moment. She appreciated the effort, but given the countdown and the list of questions they still have to answer â well, they didnât exactly have a lot of time for a break.
Still, it was nice getting out of the clock tower for a bit. That much Barbara could agree with, even if it was strangely hot for fall⌠it couldnât be the work of another villain, could it? They had their hands full enough as it is, and this cult wasnât helping with that â not to mention the fact they didnât know if it was just that.
âUgh, whyâs it so warm? I donât remember fall being this hot.. did the news even mention something like this?â
Dick hums for a moment, and gives a shrug as they continue down the street, âHm, I donât think so! Just said something about today being nice?â He snickers slightly, âA little ironic, huh? Itâs almost like theyâre trying to downplay it! But who knows? Maybe they donât even notice!â
Barbara can only huff in response, âHow can they not? Itâs almost like spring out here, or even summer, honestly-â
[âOracle, focus.â Bruceâs voice so rudely pierces through the moment.]
âI would be if someone hadnât taken me out.â
âHey! Itâs not a crime to get some fresh air every once in a while! Especially when on a tough, grueling case like this⌠you know that if we keep going at it with no breaks, weâll all drop before that countdown even finishes.â Dick tries to defend himself, and Bruce at least acknowledges his point by staying silent â the only sign of him still being on the line being a gruff exhale he lets out.
Barbara just shakes her head and rolls her eyes, not bothering with a response as she waves off Dickâs words and usual antics. Though, it was a nice change of pace compared to how the last few nights have been â even if they somehow managed to avoid any more deaths last night. Tragedy was to be expected in their line of work, and Gothamâs reputation only made that more apparent, but this was⌠something else. It didnât feel like they were any closer to figuring out the answers to questions they had even at the start of all this, or only had half of a possible answer. Like how they knew the other groups Clark was able to track are heading towards major cities, but they still didnât know why aside from the Red Dawn you had mentioned.
At this point, it almost felt like a goose chase! And if they didnât get anything concrete fast, who knows what could happen-?
â... Hey, whatâs with all the people in front of that book store?â Barbara points out as she taps Dickâs shoulder, grabbing the officerâs attention.
Humming, he looks over to where Barbara was gesturing towards, and shrugs. âWho knows? Maybe thereâs a sale or something? Some famous person released a new volume?â The very idea nearly makes her laugh, and as much as Barbara wants to â sheâs getting a weird feeling about it. Like something important was going on over there, and that she had to check it out now.
âWell, it couldnât hurt to check it out, right?â She suggests, only for Dick to remain where he was, which only now she realizes that theyâve stopped moving all together. Huh, when did that happen?
Nevertheless, Dick gives the shop a once over, his eyes narrowing slightly at the crowd thatâs formed in front of it, and is continuing to grow as the seconds pass. Some still walk past, and seem to mind their own business â but for some reason, others seem drawn to it like a moth to a flame, and there could be only one explanation for it.
âNah, I think weâll be fine right here.â He says, sounding almost a little too sure of himself.
Barbara raises a brow and looks over to Dick, curious but also a bit annoyed for reasons even she canât place. âWhy do you think that-?â
Before she can even finish, you come strolling out from the alley just a few inches ahead of them, and Barbara blinks in slight surprise. What were you doing awake-?
âHey, [Last Name]!â Dick greets without missing a beat, an odd sort of smile making its way across his face. âWhere were you last night?â
You look over to him, blinking as well before straightening yourself out. âOh! Officer Grayson, what a surprise⌠and Ms. Gordon? What are you both doing out?â
Barbaraâs brows furrow, but before she could speak up, Dick spoke up again. âI asked you first, [Last Name]. Where have you been? I canât imagine youâd take the night off in the middle of a serious situation.â
âIâm⌠sorry, but something had come up- and I apologize, but I donât remember anyone mentioning you looking for me?â
âSo you were on duty last night-?â
Barbara nudges Dickâs arm, âIâm sorry for my friend here, youâre one of the officers that came in from Metropolis, right?" She interrupts, surprising you a little more. Though, you take the opportunity and give a nod, offering a hand - one that Dick eyes before looking back at you.
Not once does he even attempt to glance at his supposed ally.
"Yes! Officer [Last Name] at your service, ma'am. It's been an honor working with your father."
Barbara nods, taking your hand... which gives her an oddly tingly feeling. One that makes the hairs on her arm stand, but she hardly notices. "Really? Well, I wouldn't get too used to that - wouldn't want to stay in Gotham for longer then you'd have to, right?" She laughs lightly, "I hope the city hasn't been too much of a handful, Officer."
"Oh, there's no need for that, Gordon! Everything's gone... well, as good as it can. We're doing all we can to resolve things as quickly as possible- I assure you." You try to reassure, and while Barbara appreciates the effort - she was still getting the funniest feeling that you were down playing the situation too much. To say you were calm felt like an understatement, you're more laid-back then anything, and for a case like this? That didn't feel like a good thing.
Still, she plays along as well. "Is that so? Then is there anything you know about the case?"
"Well, I don't think we know more then the commissioner's friend per say, but the detective's coming in later and-"
"Wait, the detective-?"
It's only then that you notice something, and already try to take your leave.
"I really wish we had more time to discuss! But I must be going now, please forgive me, Gordon- ah, and of course you, Grayson."
"[Last Name]-!"
Dick's plea is swallowed by the sizable crowd that passes them, and almost seems to go in the direction you were headed in. Yet, when trying to catch a glimpse of you - you're nowhere to be found.
Folding his hands into fists, Dick's nails dig into his palms - something he doesn't even seem to notice or feel. "Damn it." He curses under his breath. So much for that, now he'll have to-
"What was that about?" Barbara can't help but ask out loud, looking at the crowd that was already disappearing before glancing up at Dick. The expression he wore making her worried, and she reached out a hand. "Hey, you okay?"
He shakes it off, and just gives a nod, smile strained. "Just peachy, Babs."
Again, before Barbara could another word out - her phone buzzes, and it's only then that she realizes her commlink was disconnected for... whatever reason? Nevertheless, she picks it up, and tries to gesture to Dick that they should go, which... takes a while. Almost too long, considering how they've got less then twenty-four hours left on that countdown.
Selina's on the line, and she and Barbara try to figure out what they can - and Barbara can't exactly place it, but it feels like only her and Selina are even somewhat level headed. It makes no sense, and she doesn't have time to dwell on it, so Barbara just pushes it to the side for now.
Somehow, they're still having trouble getting the Batcomputer up and running, so Tim and the samples are going to be at the clock tower for the time being so they can continue to work despite the 'hiccup'. Until nightfall comes, Bruce is looking into what he can while trying to get the Batcomputer even semi-functional, and is talking with everyone he can, sharing all the information they have at the moment - trying to see if anyone else knows something they don't.
Meanwhile the other's seem to be doing... something. What exactly? No one's totally sure, but considering the time they've got left? Well, they can only assume it's something useful.
Which... made Barbara remember something just as the call ended. Sighing, she just sits back as her wheelchair continues down the sidewalk. "Where even is Duke, anyway? I can't believe he managed to slip past everyone before his patrol... and before we could come up with a plan too." She can't help but grumble, but really only hoped the kid was okay.
Dick, who had been quiet even since they turned back around - let his silence linger for a moment longer, as if thinking before responding. "Something tells me he's on patrol."
Barbara glances at Dick once more, "Oh yeah? And how can you figure that out when he left without his phone and commlink somehow?"Â
Dick only gives a smile, one that Barbara had never seen before that gives her... mixed emotions at best. His eyes closed, and though the rays of sun only made him look better, Barbara couldn't deny the way his heart paused at the sight. What kind of smile even is that-?
"I've just got a really good feeling. So let's go back to the tower, m'kay?"
For once, the chirp in Dick's tone did little to ease Barbara's sudden feeling of dread. One that all too quickly turned into something similar to comfort, and she couldn't even fathom why.
â â â â â â â â â â
Before the moon even has the chance to fully rise, a certain mishmash family of vigilantes is still hard at work. Whatever a few of the others were working on in the batcave, Duke joined them the moment he got home - but after his suit was put aside, and practically put on quarantine with how much of the red stuff it had on it. It was like sand and had gotten into every small crevasse it could - and not just in the suit.
When asked about it, Duke just didn't know. Claiming he didn't remember even losing the suit, but knew he had it on this morning because - well, why wouldn't he? The questioning seemed to confuse him as much as everyone else, and Dick eventually put a stop to it... strangely enough.
Nevertheless, Tim was able to find a bit more information, and when asked he simply said, "Well, I don't think it'll help us right now but... these guys- the group, at least- has been around for a while now. Not like Ancient Egyptians or anything, but they've definitely been around longer than just a few months. It's hard to pinpoint when they were exactly formed or founded, but I'll give it a few years. Maybe even decades."
Chipping in, Barbara adds, "They've got their hands in just about anything you can imagine. It's hard to tie them to politics, but they've got banks, industries, and so on that have supported various churches that are around some of the areas Clark marked before... well, the black out last night. Thank god a backup was sent to the Clock Tower's database."
Tim hums in agreement, "Exactly. And, to add on to that- but even some businesses have given to a few of these churches or groups, but most seem to have their own way of spreading... whatever this is. Though, if only certain banks from these companies support the 'cause', or the company itself supports it is harder to figure out."
"Again, not super helpful, but definitely gives a better idea of who these guys are. Wouldn't be surprised if for most, this is a legitimate religion disguised as another."
Well, Tim was right - it didn't help them immediately, but it gave a bit of insight. These guys have been around for a while, but now the question is why they're popping up now, and if it's because of this 'Red Dawn', then they absolutely have to find out what that means before time is up. However, amongst the investigation, another question eventually pops up, and one that almost feels foolish to skip over.
Where are the bodies from the people who were involved with this cult, but ended up killing themselves when caught-?
Then, Bruce's phone rings just as he's about to contact Gordon. It's not a number he recognizes, but something, for some reason not even he can explain, compels him to pick it up.
Before Bruce himself can even try to resist, the button is already pressed.
[The person on the other end clears their throat before speaking. âHello? This is Detective Greenwood, and to my understanding, this is Batmanâs number?â]
Of course, naturally, Bruce doesnât say anything. More or less just⌠confused. Was this even real? How could anyone expect him to believe that the detective thatâs been absent for nearly four days, maybe even longer, is only now trying to show up? Talk about convenience. Not to mention priorities and dedication.
[The man on the other end sighs. âWell, if this is the right number or not, Iâll find out soon enough. Iâve heard you're not exactly a patient man, so Iâll keep this short- just for you. Meet me at the diner on fifth. Itâs getting late, I know. Place is about to close, but Iâll be here until it does. If itâs closed when you decide to come by? Iâll be at the station, cleaning up the mess.â A beat of silence passes, and a small clinking sound could be heard before he adds, âIâm sure youâre aware we donât have much time, but hey. The choice is yours.â]
With that, the call ends, and Bruce is momentarily left in silence. Everyone else is doing their own thing and trying to figure out a plan of action they all agree upon but this⌠this could change things â but that all depends on what this detective knows. The timing itself is a little more than suspicious, and while you had apparently mentioned the detectiveâs arrival earlier, being gone for so long, and during a time like this no less⌠almost nothing could make Bruce any less trusting of this. While he trusted your credibility somewhat â and thatâs mostly due to Clark being able to back up the information youâve been able to provide thus far â thereâs no telling if this detective had any new information they havenât figured out already.
⌠Yet with the time they have, and their lack of knowledge of what it even means, they didnât exactly have the time to be nitpicky â and though it was highly unlikely, having someone explain or give a clue as to what this âRed Dawnâ even is would also be useful.
A rough sigh escapes Bruce, and from that alone, the room goes quiet. Glancing at the timer on the holographic screen of the Batcomputer, he takes a second or so before getting to work. âDick, youâre coming with me to see this⌠detective. Selina, go with Damian to see where the bodies are. Jason and Cassandra? âŚDonât follow too close behind.â They didnât exactly have time to argue, and with Duke, Stephanie, and Tim doing something else? Thisâll have to do.
Regardless, even if some disagreements and such are made, they all set out, and into the unforgiving city once again.
Knowing the area like the back of your hand certainly had its perks, and finding the diner itself isnât very hard. Though before they can even think about stepping inside, the sheer emptiness inside the establishment is⌠not one any of them are familiar with. Not during a time like this, and especially not when thereâs a bar inside the establishment. To say theyâd stand out would be putting it nicely, but the invitation is already given once the single patron in the diner notices the only two visible figures outside and for them to come in.
Playing along never feels good, but what choice do they have? Besides, as if knowing something, Dick is the one that takes the first step forward. Bruce slides into the booth last.
Conversation sparks up, and it goes about as well as one would expect. The obvious questions are asked, but nothing notable or of any real importance is given. Greenwood only apologizes for his absence, gives little reasoning for it aside from âbeing caught up with somethingâ â as thatâs something noteworthy, and yet not even Bruce has been informed of it. So, things are off to a great start.
Almost seemingly out of habit, Greenwood offers anything he can, only to be declined â something he just shrugs off before taking a stip of his coffee, or what looks to be something like it, as despite the hint of color Bruce swears he can see in the mug, itâs too dark to be much else. Still, all too aware of the time limit theyâre working on, Bruce gets straight to the point, and Greenwood follows right along. As if to ease things, he even offers for the pair to call him John. Hm. Thatâs the first name heâs gotten out of the new batch without looking through records.
Strangely enough, Greenwood takes the time to even reassure them, saying of the waiter â the only employee visible at the moment, is blind. So they wonât have to worry about anyone spreading any rumors about seeing the Big Bat and Nightwing themselves in a diner late at night. When Dick remarks about passerbys, Greenwood only says, âA friend of mineâs got that handled.â
When Bruce understandably asks, âAnd who is this âfriendâ of yours.â
Greenwood strangely responds with, âWell, I canât say much for a list of reasons. But theyâve got a way with people, and even got me your number. Thatâs all youâve got to know.â Pushing up the shades he wore all the while. There was no need for him, but the detective never made a move to take them off. Like they were a part of him.
To say the conversation got any more useful from there would be a lie. Greenwood treats it too casually, almost infuriatingly so considering the situation theyâre in, but Bruce is able to remain patient despite it all, and Dick looks like heâs biting his tongue. Though, as if catching wind of this, the detective decides to finally move things in a meaningful direction, and offers for them to head to the station â which is conveniently when the diner was about a minute or so away from closing. Which, Bruce takes notice of how Greenwood pays as they move to stand. A Rose Bank card, huh? Thatâs⌠new.
Even as both vigilantes readily take the opportunity to meet the detective at the station, and in his office, the quietness at the city gnaws at Bruce.
Of course it bothers him more than heâll ever let on, but it gets to him all the same. It doesnât help that Bruce canât explain it, but the silence itself feels like a taunt of sorts. Like a jab at him specifically â a show of how in all his years of being Batman and trying to look after this city for as long as he has, itâs only now, under mysterious circumstances and in the midst of this disaster of a situation, is the city finally quiet. Even if itâs not in the way Bruce wants it to be. Especially since itâs not the way Bruce would have wanted it to be.
Whoeverâs behind this has got a real funny sense of humor, Bruce will give them that.
⌠Eventually, Greenwood reappears and greets the pair â seemingly unfazed by the fact that theyâre already in his office, even if he does make a show of acting a little shocked. Hm.
âI assume youâve gone through the files Iâve had out already?â Itâs a promising start, at least. Especially when compared to being offered coffee just moments before.
Still, Bruce just narrows his eyes, and Dick remains⌠oddly quiet â something thatâs starting to make Bruce question if he made the right choice with bringing him along. Though, thereâs no time for regrets now, is there? âAmong other things. Your investigation has beenâŚâ
âConfusing? Nonsensical? Well⌠I canât really blame you there. Everything dealing with them seems odd at best. Alien, perhaps, at worst.â
Bruce raises a brow under the cowl, only for them to furrow a second after. âAlien?â
Greenwood nods, âPut simply, yes. Some of the rituals performed by this group in the past have made little to no sense, and can vary in⌠well, intensity, so to speak. Iâm sure youâve heard about what happened the other day? Itâs unfortunate and upsetting, yes- but it does tie into a theme this group seems to exhibit with everything they do.â Opening a file, he lays it out on the table, and the pictures shown are not for the faint of heart. To even say they were grotesque is putting it lightly. âSacrifice.â
â... The human sacrifice kind?â Dick asks, but for a strange reason, Bruce already gets the feeling his son knows the answer â something that only makes him more unsure of all this, even if, strangely enough, a part of him is starting to almost accept it?
Regardless, Greenwood shakes his head. âNot quite, even if I donât blame you for jumping to that straight away. Their version of sacrifice seems more⌠personal, or at least to differ greatly depending on the ritual. Itâs hard to say what people are making these sacrifices for- but if youâve talked with anyone who may be in this group, their reasons tend to differ. Like they were all promised something that caters to them specifically, and thus whatever it is, through these rituals- they are making the necessary sacrifice for it. Such as their eyes, legs, arms, heart, soul-â
âLife.â Bruce finishes, and Greenwood nods. Though, with all of this, only one question seems obvious. âHow does the head of the group even know what someone would be willing to make such big sacrifices for? Especially if theyâre all personalized.â
âThatâs where the weird part comes in, since⌠well, in all my time as a detective working on this case- I havenât been able to figure that out. At a certain point, they seem to just know.â
Bruceâs brows further knit together, and his eyes narrow further, âThat doesnât make any sense-â
[âHey~ Bats? Yeah⌠you know those bodies you had me and the kid snoop around for-? Which, you owe me big time for this, just fyi.â Selinaâs voice rings through the commlink.]
Bruce pauses, left staring at Greenwood while Dick glances at him. The detective raises a brow.
[âWell, weâve only got a couple of empty caskets from the couple of thugs that were from Gotham, just a bunch of that weird powder youâve been obsessing over.â Thereâs a brief pause before she adds, âKid thinks this is how they make the stuff. If so, with all the followers they have, and assuming theyâre just as âdevotedâ as the oneâs weâre looking for? I think weâre way in over our heads here, B.â]
The vigilante didnât even get a chance to respond, as an odd smirk grew on Greenwoodâs face. âThatâs the signal, huh? Damn, and here I thought Iâd get a few more minutes in. Such a shame, you folk are really on top of things. Reminds me a bit of myself in my earlier days, honestly.â A sickening pop sounds, followed by the sickening echo of cracks and grinding bones as Johnâs arm extends unnaturally long.
His fingers become as thin as pencil tips, only to get filled as some sort of mass builds from the inside, and grows so large it strains the skin until it pops. Strings of nerves try to reconnect where they shouldnât, muscle moves to almost reconstruct a stronger, larger arm - with bits of left over skin and flesh moving with it. Nothing ever stops moving, like it canât ever settle in one spot, and the sheer mass of it all can be seen moving and writhing under Johnâs skin. Trying to spread itself over parts of his body with its gift.
Finally, he removes his shades, and reveals irises with a pale star pattern that shouldnât be possible. Something that flickers and moves, with the sclera pulsating with prominent, red veins that only seem to be itching their way closer to the iris with each growth of flesh his body manages to create and sustain. Like a parasite itching to feed, and having been left to starve, it latches onto the side of his face, and practically devours his eye lid - revealing the muscle underneath, and using the mass of the skin to add to the muscular arm â which can hardly hold itself at the end, and comes undone in a pile of fleshy, squelching tendrils that wiggle and inch towards the heroes.
âWell, itâs as they say.â John chuckles, voice already breaking apart, and already beginning to sound wrong in every way. âItâs parents who make the ultimate sacrifice for their children.â
With that, the amalgamation of flesh in human form vaults over the desk, and grins as it launches itself forward, âIT'S TIME FOR ME TO SEE MY LITTLE GIRL! You surely understand, donât you, Man of BATS?!â A giggle in too high of a pitch escapes it, and more teeth could be seen peeking out from its gums.
Bruce and Dick are quick to dodge out of the way, and Cassandra is quick to use her cloak to cut all the lights in the station, but the office itself is left in a darkness only the blackness of space could replicate. Jason quickly jumps in, and the four get to work to subdue the creature.
The fight itself is a gross sight for numerous reasons. Acid is spit from the bellows of the organism's stomach, and yet sticks to any surface like a thick layer of pus. The flesh that makes up its arm travels along the body it now puppets, and tries to grab and become a part of all who come into contact with it. Even as shots and countless blows are done to it, all it does is laugh as it continuously launches itself forward haphazardly â as if chasing some sort of high. The fat of the torso is taken for tendrils that shoot out of its back and more flesh to enhance its own combat ability. The muscle and bone of the legs is consumed to enlarge the ribs and spine - making a whole other mouth thatâs all bone and made vertically come out of it, and where the organs have moved to? Whoâs to say.
Even as itâs thrown through the glass of the office, and the scratches make the thing bleed, it moves to stand and continue the fight â as if it canât feel anything else, or, rather, itâs so focused on chasing that itâs able to ignore the pain? Itâs hard to say, but laughs begin to mix with shrieking screams that ripped its throat and ruptured the stomach.
It was all messy, sloppy, and at some point, most were rushing to find a means to light it on fire â and when the opportunity came in the boiler room, and the most unlikely of them flicked the match as he tried to catch his breath? The nightmare refused to go down without the last say, despite never being given such a luxury.
âITâS TOO LATE! THE NEW DAWN IS BOUND TO RISE, AND ONCE IT DOES WE WILL ALL BE REWARDED!! THE SUN, DRESSED IN RED SEES ALL, AND NOTHING CAN STOP IT! ALL PREPARATIONS HAVE ALREADY BEEN MADE! THE WATERS ARE BOILING! THOSE NOT AWAKENED WILL SEE! THE CHILDREN WILL SING ONCE AGAIN! AHAHA! THE EARTH COULD STOP ON ITS AXIS AND IT WOULDNâT STOP THE RE-â
Only for its violating, cries of praise to its lord and religion to swiftly be cut off by nothing but a bullet to its melting head that's flesh was tearing away at the skull of the human that once remained underneath.
âThank god, he finally shut up-â Jason scoffed, only to cough as the smoke began to rise and he rushed out â following the others.
Outside of the station, they all tried to catch their breath. Beaten one way or another, but alive, and untouched. Still human, in spite of everything, and breathing through their own healthy lungs that werenât nearly pulsating out of their chests.
The quiet streets remain, leaving only them. Yet, it didnât seem to bother them now. They almost donât notice it, and despite no words being spoken, they all come to a collective understanding.
When the commlink crackles to life, Bruce hardly reacts, and when he hears his youngest sonâs voice â he feels like he knows everything just before he speaks.
[âFather?â]
âYes⌠we understand now, too.â So, with this new information, and more being fed to them, they all head back home together. Now knowing what must be done, even without all the pieces put together. Almost as if, in a way, they just know now. Like something is telling them, and the more it gives. The more they need it.
The waters of the Earth begin to boil as it prepares to cry, one last time.
