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Cheers to your 2nd anniversary!💐 May I see a screening of Prompt 12 Villian AU with Prowler!Hobie and Civilian!R with 🎭?

Thank you so much!!! I hope you like your request ❤️ I forgot that it was supposed to be hurt/ comfort lmaoo I literally just noticed just now 😆

Pairing: Prowler! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader except for clothing, prowler AU, first meeting, prompt 12: helpful stranger, fluff!

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Getting a flat tire on any day would be fine and dandy when you know how to fix it yourself with the spare tire, but getting your tire blown out in the middle of nowhere when you currently don’t have a spare is different. You think that luck is on your side when you still have one bar left in your phone battery, and that there’s still sunlight above with clear skies ahead, but at hour three of waiting for the mechanic, luck doesn’t seem to be on your side.

The sky has gone dark, completely enveloping you in pitch black darkness as you hear the faint sound of crickets around you. You’d think crickets in the big apple is weird enough, but you’re stuck in a part of town where you’re surrounded by vacant dilapidated homes, overgrown lawns with piles of trash, broken lamp posts and a scenery that just screams a serial killer’s paradise.

You clung to your phone until the battery died, so you’re not just alone but you’re also cut off from the rest of the world. Who knows how far the empty and scary street stretches to? All you know is that you need to get the hell out of there fast because the cold is starting to seep through your knitted cardigan and you could see your breath escaping you in puffs of smoke.

With no sign of the mechanic coming to your rescue, you now regret procrastinating in getting another spare tire after using it months ago. So with a shaky breath, you grab your keys, stick them in between your fingers in a makeshift knife, and grab your purse on your way out. And you hope that your car will still be there in the morning, that is if you survive until then.

The car door slams shut, igniting your nerves as you stare at the dim street that you’re about to walk into. You look behind you, and you see nothing but darkness. Craning your attention to what’s ahead, you see a flicker of the city further away. Tugging your cardigan closer, and gripping the keys, you start your long trek to your friend’s apartment.

Your footsteps echo around you, and you feel like one of those apocalyptic protagonists walking an empty city filled with mutated zombies. As your mind begins to wander out of boredom, you hear the faint sound of an engine revving just behind you. You don’t think “my savior!” rather you think that it might not be a good samaritan. The thought of suddenly not being alone in a place like this with a stranger, you can’t help but think that your face would be plastered on the news the next day.

So you clutch your keys, and quicken your pace. Speed walking to the city as the light from the motorcycle beams from right behind you. Your head is on a swivel, trying to act calm and nonchalant as they get closer and closer.

At first the person riding zooms past you, but then they do a whole 180 and ride back in your direction. “This is it,” you think, swallowing thickly as you’re left cemented on the cracked pavement. Heart thundering in your ears, the rider pulls up beside you, and you swear you heard a tired sigh behind the helmet.

You don’t even turn your head towards them even when the deep purple of the bike entices you to look.

“You alright? D’you need help?” He asks, tone mechanical and deep behind the helmet. And you’re unable to decipher if his concern is genuine or not.

You’re shaking in your boots, but you flick your eyes to him anyway. “N—No, I’m okay.”

“So that’s not your car with a flat tire back there, hm?” Pointing behind him with his thumb, the man leans back on the sports bike, back creaking as he rests his hand on his knee.

“Yeah, t–thats’s my car.” You clear your throat, taking a good look at the stranger that’s clad in purple rider’s gear. “But I’m okay, really, thank you.”

He hums, pressing a button on the side of the helmet and facing you again. “The city’s two hours away on foot, thirty minutes if you’re on a bike.” His tone shifts to a more normal one, voice deep but less intimidating than before when the voice modulator was on.

“I know.” Taking a breath and finding new found bravery, you turn to fully face him. “I’m fine, I can walk.” You surprised yourself with how steady you sounded.

“I can help with the spare tire.” He insists, tone softening. “I know ‘m a bit terrifyin’ when you’ve seen me on the news, but I won’t hurt you, unless you’re on my list. Are you on my list, love?”

You blink at him. “I actually don’t know who you are— am I supposed to? Are you famous? Like an influencer or something?”

A low chuckle escapes him that quickly turns into a full blown guffaw that echoes around the space. “Shit, that’s rare.”

“You laughing, or me not knowing you?”

“The latter, well, the former too.”

“You haven’t laughed in a while? That’s kind of sad.” You say without a condescending tone, just empathy. For some reason, you find yourself eased from his presence now that you’re facing him fully. In your heart of hearts, he doesn’t feel like he’s a bad guy, or someone out there to hurt you, you feel genuinely comfortable around him.

He tilts his head, nodding. “Huh, never thought of it that way.”

“There are a lot of funny cat videos, y’know, and they’re free.”

He chortles, chest rumbling with laughter. “I’ll check ‘em out. But only if you let me help you with your tire.”

“I, uh.” You turn to where your car is, wincing. “I don’t have a spare… I used it already. But I really meant to get it replaced but shit happens.”

“Yeah, shit happens.” He reiterates, and you swear you felt a smile through his words. “‘m guessin’ you won’t hitch a ride with me and that you’ve already exhausted every solution to get out of ‘ere.”

“Yes, and yes.” Despite feeling at ease with your new found acquaintance, you won’t forgo all the things you had to learn to stay safe, and one of them is getting into a vehicle with a stranger. He could be a nun or a nice looking grandpa with triplets all cozied up in the backseat, and you still won’t hitch a ride with him. “Sorry, I just don’t know who you are. Maybe if I do, I’d ride with you.” You say genuinely.

“Nah, love, it’s good that you don’t know me.” His hands reaches under the helmet, and it lets out a mechanical hiss as he takes it off. He reveals his face, or half of it, obscured by a purple mask. But from where you stand, you could see metal piercings all over his face. And even with only half of his face shown, he looks handsome, a face that’s carved to perfection, and soft hazel eyes that reminds you of a sunlit cup of coffee in a calm afternoon. “I’ll walk with you.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine, really.” Your heart squeezes at his kind offer. Even from seeing his handsomeness, you won’t get on the bike and disappoint all the women in your life who have taught you everything to stay safe.

“Y’know a lot of people have gone missin’ ‘ere. And I really don’t want you becomin’ one of ‘em.” He doesn’t feel like he’s pushing you to get on, instead, he just wants to accompany you through the walk, as you sense that he’s genuinely uncomfortable with the fact that he’d leave you all alone here. Hell, even afraid of the thought.

Chuckling, you nod, whilst his eyes smile back at you, relief palpable in his bones. “Okay, but you have to stay on your bike, because I don’t want you straining yourself.”

He lets out a scoff that’s akin to a light chuckle. “Strain myself?”

“Yeah, your foot, I could see that it’s hurting.” Glancing down, he follows your line of sight. “You weren’t putting any pressure on it, even when you were fully stopped.”

“Good eye.” Flicking his soft eyes at you, his adam’s apple bops up and down as he swallows thickly. “Alright.” He starts to ride beside you slowly as you start to walk, a crawl compared to the speed he’s used to. “You a doctor? ‘m pretty sure you’re not from ‘ere. If you were, you wouldn’t be walking around ‘ere alone.”

“No,” you snort, and he turns to you with a hidden smile. “Just perceptive, I guess. My ex used to call it being nosy. And you’re right I’m not from here, I’m probably that obvious.”

“From the whole ten minutes I’ve known you, you’re not nosy.”

A soft smile spreads on your lips. “Thank you. You know, despite the scary tron bike gang ensemble you’ve got going on, you’re actually very sweet.”

He lets out another laugh wholeheartedly. “Now that’s a first.”

“Getting called a tron gang member or a sweetheart?” You tease, as if you’ve known him for years.

“Both.” His hazel eyes soften even more from your reiteration.

“Well, I like the tron movies despite what other people say. And you’re sweet for staying with me. Thank you.”

He lets out a longing sigh. “No problem, I like takin’ long walks.”

The whole way, he kept his promise and rode alongside with you as the two of you continued to talk about almost anything. The conversation flowed naturally, as if you’ve known him all your life, as if your car was meant to break down in that exact spot, twisted by the fates themselves just so you could meet him. You feel comfortable around him, relaxed as you laugh alongside each other. Meanwhile, he feels the same, safe and for the first time in a long while, normal. Hobie doesn’t feel like a vigilante out on a typical cold night like this, he feels like himself, not like the Prowler. Simply Hobie Brown having a chat with a nice stranger that makes his palms sweaty and his heart leaping in his chest.

Just before the city’s light is in reach, he calls for you. And you stop midstep, looking over your shoulder with a smile.

“Yeah?”

He looks around, checking for cameras and roaming eyes. When he doesn’t find any, he makes the brave decision and takes off his mask, revealing himself to you. The soft look on your face tells him that he chose right. “Before you go, my name’s Hobie. Hobie Brown.”

You close the distance, every footstep from you has his stomach doing flips. Your hand is outstretched for him to take as he slowly envelopes your waiting hand with his. Telling him your name with a smile, you shake him gently. And Hobie looks angelic, handsome, as the streetlights illuminate his features. The cool breeze flutters his lashes as he softly smiles back at you, his heartbeat racing.

“It’s great to finally know you, Hobie Brown.” Your hand lingers for a moment, feeling his warmth underneath the gloves just before you release him. “My friend’s apartment is actually farther than I thought, can I hitch a ride, maybe? If you’ve got no plans tonight?”

Hobie’s heart sings victoriously, but now without his mask, he can’t exactly hide his mirth any longer as you grin back at him with the same gentleness. “I’ve got no plans except for takin’ you wherever you want to go, love.”

“What if…I don’t want to leave just yet?” You say unsurely, shy, hands wringing together whilst he gazes at you with endearment.

“A tour of the city?” You nod bashfully, and he hands you the helmet that has somehow turned into a simple black one, matching the rest of his gear and the bike with a simple press of a button. “How?”

“Tron tech.” Hobie simply says, chuckling at your wonderment as you giggle. “Get on, I know a diner that you’ll love.”

“Okay,” your smile is hidden behind the helmet as you put it on, and it smells like soap and citrus inside. Good thing he can’t see your wobbly smile or your warm cheeks. Or even the giddy look you have on your face. “But maybe times square after?”

With an outstretched hand, he helps you get on behind him, heart feeling like it’s about to burst, palms sweaty and skin running searingly warm. “Anywhere you want, love.”

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