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Men. /Aff

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I keep listening to japanese songs and singing them in the shower as if I could even speak Japanese.

Ado you are my life saviour, I love you.

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A black cat sits beside Fabian. There was no sound, no hint of the little creature having walked up to the man beforehand. It was simply... there. Sitting, looking up with those bright turquoise eyes and red ribbon around its neck as if it had simply appeared out of this air. The small thing only tilted its head, with both curiosity and an uneasy sense of understanding. As if you could talk to it, and it would understand.

@roan-rossignol

Fabian stared at the cat, confused.

"What the fuck."

He blurted out, he doesn't think this is a normal cat, if it was he'd sense it immediately but he didn't.

"What are you."

The cat's mouth looked like it split into a Cheshire grin, trotting over to the man as it rubbed against his hand for a moment, as if in some sort of approval.

The cat circled around Fabian, but it wasn't a cat that came back around. Instead it was a man, short in stature, wearing a dark, wine red silk robe, and red ribbon around his neck. He was laying down, yet floating high enough to meet Fabian in the eyes, his long black hair falling over his shoulders showing off the red underside. Those eyes of his spelled trouble, same shade of turquoise as his feline self.

Well, aren't you a clever one~♤

The man purred, grin somehow unchanging.

You're quite the long way from home~♡

Fabian flinched, backing away from the man, holding a light ball in his hands, ready to flashbang this strange meta? Mage??

"Who are you."

He hissed in in aggresion, he didn't anticipate them to turn into a person— no not at all did he expect that in a million years.

Roan didn't seem at all bothered by the ball of light in the man's hand, if anything it only seemed to amuse him even more. The man instead reached down, and quite literally snatched the ball of light out of Fabian's hand, tossing it around like a cat playing with a ball of yarn.

You may call me Roan~◇

Roan mused, spinning the ball of light on the tip of his finger.

What do I call you~?

"Fabian...."

Fabian stared in shock, what in Apollo's name is happening. This is fucking bullshit , this is insane, this is crazy he's gonna lose his mind at this point.

"How are you doing that."

Fabian. What a pleasure~♧

Roan hums, floating around the man once again. Walking? With his legs? That was for chumps.

Oh, this~? It's all in the wrist darling~♤

Roan flicked his wrist like a magician doing a cart trick, and suddenly the ball of light was gone. And much like a magician, he wasn't one to reveal his secrets.

"What are you."

Fabian narrowed his eyes in suspicion, who is this person, his name is roan but he's probably not JUST roan, he wasn't human that's for sure and that makes Fabian's nerves go nuts in anticipation.

"What" am I~?

Roan asked, a giant catty grin on his face.

I am many things, what would you like me to be~?

Roan started to change again, into a cat, then a bird, a large wolf, a snake, his body was an ever changing lesson in fluidity, never needing to stay still. Finally she changed back into a person. And Fabian saw his own eyes staring back at him.

Perhaps you'd like me to be you~♡

He took a dramatic little bow, looking exactly like Fabian himself.

"Please Don't."

He said as bluntly and hard as possible, he did not like shape shifters, he was not as fond of them unlike others.

"Please do not even ever do that."

He insisted and was visibly very uncomfortable of seeing his own face in another person's body, it was very weird and very uncomfortably odd.

Fabian Roan's face drew into a small pout, hands on his hips as he morphed back to his usual form, floating in the air once more.

Fine fine... spoil sport.

Roan huffed, moving into a sitting position as he flicked his wrist, a glass of champagne appearing in his hands.

Honestly, if you were any more tightly wound, I could pop you like a ballon~◇

The shape-shifter teased, taking a sip of his drink.

Fabian started to motion his hands and back away from the other man.

"Stay the hell away from me. You're a shape shifter, where am i in the multiverse. I need to go back home."

He just said all at once, he was overwhelmed and didn't want the other mysterious man near him.

@roan-rossignol

Fabian stared at the cat, confused.

"What the fuck."

He blurted out, he doesn't think this is a normal cat, if it was he'd sense it immediately but he didn't.

"What are you."

The cat's mouth looked like it split into a Cheshire grin, trotting over to the man as it rubbed against his hand for a moment, as if in some sort of approval.

Well, aren't you a clever one~♤

The man purred, grin somehow unchanging.

You're quite the long way from home~♡

Fabian flinched, backing away from the man, holding a light ball in his hands, ready to flashbang this strange meta? Mage??

"Who are you."

He hissed in in aggresion, he didn't anticipate them to turn into a person— no not at all did he expect that in a million years.

You may call me Roan~◇

Roan mused, spinning the ball of light on the tip of his finger.

What do I call you~?

"Fabian...."

Fabian stared in shock, what in Apollo's name is happening. This is fucking bullshit , this is insane, this is crazy he's gonna lose his mind at this point.

"How are you doing that."

Fabian. What a pleasure~♧

Roan hums, floating around the man once again. Walking? With his legs? That was for chumps.

Oh, this~? It's all in the wrist darling~♤

Roan flicked his wrist like a magician doing a cart trick, and suddenly the ball of light was gone. And much like a magician, he wasn't one to reveal his secrets.

"What are you."

Fabian narrowed his eyes in suspicion, who is this person, his name is roan but he's probably not JUST roan, he wasn't human that's for sure and that makes Fabian's nerves go nuts in anticipation.

"What" am I~?

Roan asked, a giant catty grin on his face.

I am many things, what would you like me to be~?

Perhaps you'd like me to be you~♡

He took a dramatic little bow, looking exactly like Fabian himself.

"Please Don't."

He said as bluntly and hard as possible, he did not like shape shifters, he was not as fond of them unlike others.

"Please do not even ever do that."

He insisted and was visibly very uncomfortable of seeing his own face in another person's body, it was very weird and very uncomfortably odd.

Okay, So, Why the fuck is New York basically just Gotham but Less Fucked Up.

people bite there a lot be careful

Better than People dying and coming back to life—

ah nevermind then

What is the Great Snap. Elaborate. I beg you.

okay so there was this purple dude who killed half the universe and it took the avengers 5 years to bring them bak so basically a good chunk of the people in NY did die and come back to life

Okay so... Really odd question I have is... Who's the avengers?

one of the (many) hero teams the operate in NY, I like the TMNT better

TMNT is peak— but the Avengers sounds just like the justice league... Hmm...

they're pretty similar actually

Yeaaaah.... Does all timelines have this—

I think so

Well ain't that more concerning than it should sound— now I just have to figure out how to go back to Gotham without getting eradicated by Radioactive shit.

tell me if you found a way, gotham is NOT my thing

You'd have better luck, Gotham has natural portals that open anywhere 'isolated' enough from other people or there's just a lot of dead related things in a specific place. Idk about where I am right now. I don't even know if natural portals open ere.

I have no clue wtf you just said but I'm not touching nothing related to death

That'sssssss kinda how I ended up where I am.

Fabian would think he'd be dead by now, especially after being overpowered by some demon the cultists his team busted took them down, with all the luck he has left in the world, a natural portal sucked him in and catapulted him to another realm, still wounded and near-death bleeding.

He was sent down, falling from the sky, maybe he'll die to the fall? Atleast it's more dignified death than getting killed by a demon.

@living-flashbang

Fabian did not, in fact, die to the fall. Quite the opposite, really. The man ended up falling right onto Raziel. He had been walking through an alleyway, a shortcut to his home he discovered, when the other ended up falling onto him, causing them both to end up on the ground.

Raziel groaned, his body hurting both from Fabian falling onto him, and from him ending up on the floor. He had to take a moment, taking a few breaths, before slowly turning his head to attempt to look at the man now on his back.

" So.. hope you know when people say they want you to fall for them,, they don't mean for you to literally.. fall. "

He joked, a strained laugh leaving him as he tried to then push the man off of him.

[ Cut Off ]

"Oh?"

Fabian was honestly caught off guard, no one has stated that so bluntly towards him before that his cheeks are actually blushing now.

"Thanks. You're pretty hot as well."

Fabian chuckled, he was still half naked, his tattoos lit up dimly, as well as his hair and hidden markings on his body.

"C'mon, just a little singing would do—"

He pouted.

Okay, So, Why the fuck is New York basically just Gotham but Less Fucked Up.

teaching-walking-dead

Mirroring so Hard.

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The Yankees wish they were us

Why the fuck is Mr. Notorious Evil Father And Red Hood in my reblogs 💀

Yankees?? Yk what. That's a good way to describe them—

He was sent down, falling from the sky, maybe he'll die to the fall? Atleast it's more dignified death than getting killed by a demon.

@living-flashbang

" So.. hope you know when people say they want you to fall for them,, they don't mean for you to literally.. fall. "

He joked, a strained laugh leaving him as he tried to then push the man off of him.

Fabian stared at him with blurry eyed and a tired groan escaping his lips as he tried to stand up, blood staining his white button up shirt.

"Where.... Who..."

His voice trembled as he spoke and fell back down before he even sat up to his knees, He had slash wounds from fighting a far too strong demon. He looked around dreary and eyes focusing on Raziel.

"Where am I..."

Raziel shifted his body into a sitting position, staring at the other for a few good seconds. He tilted his head. He looked over the man, noting the blood,

" Uh- one, New York, two, I'm Raziel "

He answered, before leaning down closer to Fabian. He reached out a hand towards one of the slash wounds, but didn't touch it. He let out a hum,

" You.. need some bandages or somethin',, how'd you even get these? "

He asked, moving right past the others confusion, looking down at the man who had basically fallen back into his lap after trying to sit up.

Fabian stared at him for a few moments trying to squint his eyes and blink to get a better view but it was far too damn blurry and he's too tired to care.

"Name's Fabian... I was fighting a demon..."

He explained briefly, waving his hand dismissively

"How the fuck did I end up in new York of all places... And I damn well need medical attention..."

He sighed, Clicking his tongue as his consciousness faded. Goddamit. Why did he have to pass out and be vulnerable right now.

He stared down at Fabian as the other passed out, a breath leaving him through his nose as he processed the situation. Random guy falls from the sky, lands on him, then passes out in his lap. What weird ass movie plot did he just end up in?

He sighed, scooping Fabian up into his arms, the blood from the others wounds smearing onto his arms and clothes. He sighed, continuing his walk to his home. He knew he had bandages at home, and he wasn't about to just.. leave this guy here.

It was a short walk to his apartment, struggling with the doorknob - it was damn hard to do things with a guy in your arms, okay? Cut him some slack - but he got it open eventually. He place the man gently on his couch, before walking to his bathroom. He walked back pretty soon after, kneeling beside the man and beginning to wrap his wounds with bandages.

A few moments passed as Raziel was bandaging the man, Tattoos traced on his body, stars and Sun tattoos and birds and wings. They were intricate and somehow, it fit the pretty man.

"Wha.... Where.... Oh."

He murmured as he fluttered his eyes open, his eyes landing on the other man but he was far too exhausted to protect or resist being bandaged up.

He glanced up as he heard the other, a small laugh leaving his lips,

" Heyyy again- glad to see you're awake- was gunna be concerned if you didn't wake up soon, "

He said with a small shrug, tying off one of the bandages he had wrapped around the man. He let out a small hum, not quite a song, but more a long 'mmmmmmm' noise, like he was trying to create some sort of white noise.

" How'd you even end up like this, hm? How'd ya' get all hurt? "

He asked, not looking up from the bandages this time as he spoke.

"Demon. Fought a demon."

He explained casually, as if it was a normal everyday occurrence for him.

"You're very skilled at this."

Fabian laughed softly, genuinely shocked at this talent of patching other people up, it's uncommon in Gotham, since people die more often than survive, atleast he survived. Just his luck.

" Demon? Really? Huh. Well, seems it didn't go too well, now did it? "

He said, finally looking back up at the other, small smile on his face. He gave an appreciative hum at the compliment,

" Ah, thanks. Kinda need to be good at bandaging yourself and others up when there's threats to the city every other week,, "

He joked with a small laugh,

"It never went well. Almost died."

Fabian shrugged lightly and waited until he finished patching him up, slowly grabbing onto the man's arm and sat himself up with a grown.

"In Gotham, too many people die that it's a bit rare for people to have bandaging skills."

As he was grabbed onto, Raziel wrapped around hand around the others arm as well, helping pull him just ever so gently.

" Well, luckily, you didn't. Which is great for you, eh? "

He said with a grin, now standing next to the couch the other was sat at. He placed his free hand on his hip, his head tilting,

" Gotham.. that where you're from? Sounds like a shit place if people keep dying, "

He said with a nearly dramatic sigh

"Born and Raised. It's cheap, people slowly adapted, despite constant death most of them keep coming back to life."

Not a lie, unfortunately. Why do they all keep coming back from the grave? He also has died like twice and still came back to life for some miracle.

"I've died twice already, a thrice wouldn't hurt."

He shrugged it off as it it was normal, he forgets it's actually NOT normal at all.

"By The Gods that hurts so much."

He groaned in pain.

" Huh.. sounds nice if you ignore the whole.. people keep dying part.. Cheep living is always great.. Gunna have to look that place up- never heard of it before "

He said, before then letting out a small breath,

" I can imagine,, coming back from the dead doesn't sound like the most pleasant thing in the world.. Though, that being said,, "

He let go of the others arm, clasping his hands together infront of himself,

" Youuu need to rest! So you don't end up in the grave a third time! "

Fabian blinked, still caught up in his first sentence and practically tuned out and ignored his next sentences.

"You don't know where Gotham is— do you know Batman?"

Fabian immediately questioned, everyone knows who the fuck batman is— no one in god's world wouldn't know who Batman or Superman or Wonder woman is. Especially not Batman, leader of the Justice League, Dark Knight of Gotham with his robins and 'little birds'.

"You— it's in New Jersey."

" ...Nnnooo? "

He tilted his head once more, a look of confusion crossing his face. Batman? Who in the nine hells was that? He knew about Ironman- but someone named Batman? Not a clue.

" New Jers-- there's no city called Gotham in New Jersey- "

He commented, before moving close to put a hand on the others forhead. He was trying to figure out if Fabian had some sort of fever making him delirious or something, cause this guy was making no sense.

"Oh god. I'm an outsider. I'm a trespasser."

Fabian groaned, slapping his hand away from his forehead.

"I'm sane, I am not sick."

He clicked his tongue in irritation. Goddamit, he's not from here he can tell that immediately. He knows when he's not from somewhere. He knows he's not from here, no one by the gods says that they don't know Batman and it's more of the fact that there's no Gotham in New Jersey which approves his suspicion as fact.

" A what now? "

He blinked, pulling his hand back. The other was right, he didn't have a fever, his forhead wasn't warm. He shook his head, it didn't matter right now, not to him, at least.

" Well its.. good you're not sick,, uh.. "

He glanced around, glancing towards the kitchen. He then looked back at Fabian, gesturing with his thumb to the fridge,

"You uh.. want something to drink? Random question, I know, but I wanna make you comfortable while you're resting.. I got water- and soda-- and alcohol if you're into that- "

He suddenly asked

"Yk what. Alcohol would be amazing right now."

He sighed tiredly, stretching his back despite the pain that surged in all his now patched up wounds.

"A trespasser, someone not from this world and no. not another planet. Just another timeline or whatever."

He explained shortly, eyeing around for his stained torn clothes as he is still half naked. He starts patting his pants and halter for his weapons. He had brought a lot anyways.

" Alcohol. Got it, "

He said with a small nod, making his way to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulling out two bottles of.. something, hell, he didn't know what he had in his fridge at this point. He grabbed a bottle opener from off the counter near the fridge, opening both drinks before walking back over. He handed Fabian one of the bottles,

" Here, "

He hummed, before sitting down on the couch with the other. He gave a small nod at the others explanation,

" Ohh.. okay that explains a lot.. also probably explains why you fell from the sky, "

He said, before taking a sip of his own drink

"Yeah. It makes more sense now why it feels so weird around here."

Fabian didn't hesitate to take a swig without pause. He let out a heavy breathe after said swig of alcohol.

"That's good booze."

He complimented with a thumbs up, Licking his lips and making a light ball in his hand as he started to squeeze it like a stress ball.

He gave another small nod, then let out a small huff of a laugh,

" Glad it's good,, kinda just been sitting in my fridge for a week- forgot I had it till now, honestly. Glad I have good taste in alcohol, though "

He said with a grin, leaning against the back of the couch, taking another drink from his own bottle.

"Alcohol tastes good when it's old."

He chuckled. Taking a bite of the very bright ball in his hand.

"Need a roomie? I might be staying here for who knows how long."

He tilts his head with a smile, he knows his skills, he can get a job in record time and forge his own documents even in another realm, he has ready to forge everything. He's an FBI agent this should be common for them.

He stared at the other for a moment, watching as they took a bite of the ball of light in their hand,

" Mm,, yeah, sure. I'm fine with having a roomate.. damn lonely here by myself, anyways "

He said with a shrug, before actually processing what the other did,

" Did you just eat tha--... is that edible? "

He asked, pointing at the ball of light in the others hand.

"I use it as a bomb at times but it's edible if I want it to be."

He shrugged, not really seeing it as odd. It's just a light ball, nothing too fancy in his head. His Gothamite Mindset.

"Why? Ya want a bite?'

He offered a small piece, before taking another huge bite of the said ball of light, making his tattoos have a dim glow and now a slightly yellow golden tint.

" ....I sorta feel like I.. shouldn't be eating something that can be used as a bomb? "

He said with a small laugh, but dispite his words, he took the small piece offered to him. He popped it into his mouth, swallowing it. He took a moment, then let out a small hum

" Tastes weird,, "

He mumbled, taking another sip of his drink

"It's not that good for others as I've noticed but I can adjust it's taste, especially if I put a fruit on it and adjust it's taste."

He shrugged absentmindedly.

"Sooo.... You all got metas 'ere?"

He asked with a shrug, genuinely curious, he needs to know everything about this world.

" Huh,, that's neat, "

He hummed. He then tilted his head, a curious expression on his face,

" Metas.. nnnot sure what that is so.. probably not, no "

He said with a small shrug and a shake of his head

"Powers, Abilities, What do you call them here? We call them metas where I was."

He took another shot of alcohol, sighing deeply as he finished said shot. Licking his lips again, unintentionally seductively so.

"We also got superheroes or whatever, Batman is that, Powerless but a leader. Then there's Villains as usual."

He was half way through a sip of his drink when he let out a hum, taking the bottle down from his lips,

" Oh-- oh oh- yeah, no, we have.. sorta that. We call them mutants- I'm one of them, "

He explained, then tilted his head,

" We got a few heroes without powers, some with em. Really an assortment of em.. and villians, too, obviously"

"What's your power?"

He asked with a smile, creating a smaller light ball and eating it like candy.

"Mine should be obvious but it's distorting and manipulating any kind of light."

He explained briefly, raising his palm lightly and slowly turning it into a fist making the lights go dim and eventually flash into darkness as a large ball of bright light gathered in his palm, as he let go of his fist the lights eventually flickered back open.

"I can do so much more with it."

He let out a small huff of a laugh,

" Yeah, it is pretty obvious.. really impressive, though. Cool ass power to have, "

He complimented. Leaning closer to the man to get a better look at what he was doing. He then leaned back, taking another sip of his drink, before finally answering the question Fabian had asked,

" Mind control, brainwashing, call it what you will. Specificly through music. Any type of it, as long as it comes from me or an instrument I'm using. That's my power. "

He explained

"That's such a basic power, not to offend but I know 2 people who do that and one of them is someone I hate, called themselves mystic meister. A real bitch he is."

He casually scoffed, taking another shot and another deep sigh.

"He called me Apollo's Bitch Boy because I called him A lousy basic bitch."

He rolled his eyes and TOOK ANOTHER SHOT. He was not hesitating, he'll treat this like a mini vacation, just until he can go back.

"What do you sound like when you're singing?"

He smiled.

He shrugged,

" Eh, simple, but damn good to have.. makes life so much easier. The ability to have people just.. do what you say? It's great, really great. "

He said with a grin, before chuckling,

" Apollo's bitch boy? I mean, its fitting with hair and powers like yours. "

He said, gesturing with a hand to the others hair, scooting slightly closer as he did so. He then let out another one of thoes long 'mmmmmmm' noises,

" I'd.. show you, but like I said,, brainwashing. Don't wanna do that to you, "

He said. He didn't want them under his control. Well,, not yet, at least.

"Excuse you."

He scoffed before sighing dramatically.

"He's my Great Great Grandfather. I'm just a descendant or smth who happened to have a near perfect alignment to the element of the sun."

He shrugged, it was true, that was true, to have a great great great grandfather as a god was something he also didn't expect to learn cuz he was adopted.

"C'mon. Just a little tune."

He pushed slightly with a teasing tone as he took another swig and licked his lips. Why does he keep licking his lips? The alcohol just tastes good and he loves cleaning it from lips.

" Mm,, that would explain,, a lot, actually, "

He said with a small laugh. He then shook his head. He knew what would happen if he sung anything, and he didn't want it to happen. He had no use for someone under his control right now,,

He leaned back against the couch once more, though, his body was tilted towards the other just slightly, looking up at them,

" Nope. Doesn't matter how much I sing, it's gunna happen, so not even a little tune for you"

"I have fought a person like you, as I said, I didn't have headphones on or anything, I know how to deflect brain control, or whatever. C'mon."

He pushed with a chuckle, taking a few more shots, he looked a bit flustered now and very pleased with the booze and the light candies he keeps eating.

"Just a little tune."

He smiled mischievously, he likes the challenge of being able to shake mind control off, for him it felt fulfilling also. He gets a little bit high off of it.

He let out a dramatic sigh, leaning forward once again as he sat there. He took another drink from his bottle, before speaking,

" Fine, fine, if you're sure you really want this, "

He shrugged. He thought for a moment, debating something in his head for a while, before letting out a low hum. Not one of thoes long, drawn out noises, no, an actual song this time.

Fabian listened as he nodded lightly to the humming, Giving the other man a thumbs up. It felt a bit hallucinating but Fabian shook it off, feeling a little... High from it.

"Good Rhythm. Better than Music Meister's."

He hummed out softly, taking a few more shots of alcohol and licking his lips in unintentional seduction—

Raziel stared at the other for a moment, ceasing his humming after a while. He was a bit,, shocked, to say the least, that the man could so easily shake off his control if he so wanted to.

Tha.. mm. "

The words died on his lips as he processed the situation. If he ever did want to properly control this guy, it would take alot more than just humming,, but that was something for another day. He cleared his throat,

" Thanks.. uh.. I've got some CDs lying around here somewhere if you ever wanna try listening to my other stuff. "

He said, leaning back again, yet still managing to move himself closer to the other as he did so, sitting right next to him now.

"I kinda wanted to hear you sing like a chorus or smth— hic—"

He didn't hesitate to take another shot and laugh softly.

"You have a very hypnotic rhythm? But eh it's nothing too strong."

He shrugged casually, Ember was a harder opponent as she was practically emotion and a ghost or ecto being, he honestly can't keep up with the new things everyday anymore.

Okay, So, Why the fuck is New York basically just Gotham but Less Fucked Up.

people bite there a lot be careful

Better than People dying and coming back to life—

ah nevermind then

What is the Great Snap. Elaborate. I beg you.

okay so there was this purple dude who killed half the universe and it took the avengers 5 years to bring them bak so basically a good chunk of the people in NY did die and come back to life

Okay so... Really odd question I have is... Who's the avengers?

one of the (many) hero teams the operate in NY, I like the TMNT better

TMNT is peak— but the Avengers sounds just like the justice league... Hmm...

they're pretty similar actually

Yeaaaah.... Does all timelines have this—

I think so

Well ain't that more concerning than it should sound— now I just have to figure out how to go back to Gotham without getting eradicated by Radioactive shit.

tell me if you found a way, gotham is NOT my thing

Okay, So, Why the fuck is New York basically just Gotham but Less Fucked Up.

people bite there a lot be careful

Better than People dying and coming back to life—

ah nevermind then

What is the Great Snap. Elaborate. I beg you.

okay so there was this purple dude who killed half the universe and it took the avengers 5 years to bring them bak so basically a good chunk of the people in NY did die and come back to life

Okay so... Really odd question I have is... Who's the avengers?

one of the (many) hero teams the operate in NY, I like the TMNT better

TMNT is peak— but the Avengers sounds just like the justice league... Hmm...

they're pretty similar actually

Yeaaaah.... Does all timelines have this—

I think so

Well ain't that more concerning than it should sound— now I just have to figure out how to go back to Gotham without getting eradicated by Radioactive shit.

He was sent down, falling from the sky, maybe he'll die to the fall? Atleast it's more dignified death than getting killed by a demon.

@living-flashbang

" So.. hope you know when people say they want you to fall for them,, they don't mean for you to literally.. fall. "

He joked, a strained laugh leaving him as he tried to then push the man off of him.

Fabian stared at him with blurry eyed and a tired groan escaping his lips as he tried to stand up, blood staining his white button up shirt.

"Where.... Who..."

His voice trembled as he spoke and fell back down before he even sat up to his knees, He had slash wounds from fighting a far too strong demon. He looked around dreary and eyes focusing on Raziel.

"Where am I..."

Raziel shifted his body into a sitting position, staring at the other for a few good seconds. He tilted his head. He looked over the man, noting the blood,

" Uh- one, New York, two, I'm Raziel "

He answered, before leaning down closer to Fabian. He reached out a hand towards one of the slash wounds, but didn't touch it. He let out a hum,

" You.. need some bandages or somethin',, how'd you even get these? "

He asked, moving right past the others confusion, looking down at the man who had basically fallen back into his lap after trying to sit up.

Fabian stared at him for a few moments trying to squint his eyes and blink to get a better view but it was far too damn blurry and he's too tired to care.

"Name's Fabian... I was fighting a demon..."

He explained briefly, waving his hand dismissively

"How the fuck did I end up in new York of all places... And I damn well need medical attention..."

He sighed, Clicking his tongue as his consciousness faded. Goddamit. Why did he have to pass out and be vulnerable right now.

A few moments passed as Raziel was bandaging the man, Tattoos traced on his body, stars and Sun tattoos and birds and wings. They were intricate and somehow, it fit the pretty man.

"Wha.... Where.... Oh."

He murmured as he fluttered his eyes open, his eyes landing on the other man but he was far too exhausted to protect or resist being bandaged up.

He glanced up as he heard the other, a small laugh leaving his lips,

" Heyyy again- glad to see you're awake- was gunna be concerned if you didn't wake up soon, "

" How'd you even end up like this, hm? How'd ya' get all hurt? "

He asked, not looking up from the bandages this time as he spoke.

"Demon. Fought a demon."

He explained casually, as if it was a normal everyday occurrence for him.

"You're very skilled at this."

Fabian laughed softly, genuinely shocked at this talent of patching other people up, it's uncommon in Gotham, since people die more often than survive, atleast he survived. Just his luck.

" Demon? Really? Huh. Well, seems it didn't go too well, now did it? "

He said, finally looking back up at the other, small smile on his face. He gave an appreciative hum at the compliment,

" Ah, thanks. Kinda need to be good at bandaging yourself and others up when there's threats to the city every other week,, "

He joked with a small laugh,

"It never went well. Almost died."

Fabian shrugged lightly and waited until he finished patching him up, slowly grabbing onto the man's arm and sat himself up with a grown.

"In Gotham, too many people die that it's a bit rare for people to have bandaging skills."

As he was grabbed onto, Raziel wrapped around hand around the others arm as well, helping pull him just ever so gently.

" Well, luckily, you didn't. Which is great for you, eh? "

He said with a grin, now standing next to the couch the other was sat at. He placed his free hand on his hip, his head tilting,

" Gotham.. that where you're from? Sounds like a shit place if people keep dying, "

He said with a nearly dramatic sigh

"Born and Raised. It's cheap, people slowly adapted, despite constant death most of them keep coming back to life."

Not a lie, unfortunately. Why do they all keep coming back from the grave? He also has died like twice and still came back to life for some miracle.

"I've died twice already, a thrice wouldn't hurt."

He shrugged it off as it it was normal, he forgets it's actually NOT normal at all.

"By The Gods that hurts so much."

He groaned in pain.

" Huh.. sounds nice if you ignore the whole.. people keep dying part.. Cheep living is always great.. Gunna have to look that place up- never heard of it before "

He said, before then letting out a small breath,

" I can imagine,, coming back from the dead doesn't sound like the most pleasant thing in the world.. Though, that being said,, "

He let go of the others arm, clasping his hands together infront of himself,

" Youuu need to rest! So you don't end up in the grave a third time! "

Fabian blinked, still caught up in his first sentence and practically tuned out and ignored his next sentences.

"You don't know where Gotham is— do you know Batman?"

"You— it's in New Jersey."

" ...Nnnooo? "

He tilted his head once more, a look of confusion crossing his face. Batman? Who in the nine hells was that? He knew about Ironman- but someone named Batman? Not a clue.

" New Jers-- there's no city called Gotham in New Jersey- "

"Oh god. I'm an outsider. I'm a trespasser."

Fabian groaned, slapping his hand away from his forehead.

"I'm sane, I am not sick."

" A what now? "

He blinked, pulling his hand back. The other was right, he didn't have a fever, his forhead wasn't warm. He shook his head, it didn't matter right now, not to him, at least.

" Well its.. good you're not sick,, uh.. "

He glanced around, glancing towards the kitchen. He then looked back at Fabian, gesturing with his thumb to the fridge,

"You uh.. want something to drink? Random question, I know, but I wanna make you comfortable while you're resting.. I got water- and soda-- and alcohol if you're into that- "

He suddenly asked

"Yk what. Alcohol would be amazing right now."

He sighed tiredly, stretching his back despite the pain that surged in all his now patched up wounds.

"A trespasser, someone not from this world and no. not another planet. Just another timeline or whatever."

He explained shortly, eyeing around for his stained torn clothes as he is still half naked. He starts patting his pants and halter for his weapons. He had brought a lot anyways.

" Alcohol. Got it, "

" Here, "

He hummed, before sitting down on the couch with the other. He gave a small nod at the others explanation,

" Ohh.. okay that explains a lot.. also probably explains why you fell from the sky, "

He said, before taking a sip of his own drink

"Yeah. It makes more sense now why it feels so weird around here."

Fabian didn't hesitate to take a swig without pause. He let out a heavy breathe after said swig of alcohol.

"That's good booze."

He complimented with a thumbs up, Licking his lips and making a light ball in his hand as he started to squeeze it like a stress ball.

He gave another small nod, then let out a small huff of a laugh,

" Glad it's good,, kinda just been sitting in my fridge for a week- forgot I had it till now, honestly. Glad I have good taste in alcohol, though "

He said with a grin, leaning against the back of the couch, taking another drink from his own bottle.

"Alcohol tastes good when it's old."

He chuckled. Taking a bite of the very bright ball in his hand.

"Need a roomie? I might be staying here for who knows how long."

He stared at the other for a moment, watching as they took a bite of the ball of light in their hand,

" Mm,, yeah, sure. I'm fine with having a roomate.. damn lonely here by myself, anyways "

He said with a shrug, before actually processing what the other did,

" Did you just eat tha--... is that edible? "

He asked, pointing at the ball of light in the others hand.

"I use it as a bomb at times but it's edible if I want it to be."

He shrugged, not really seeing it as odd. It's just a light ball, nothing too fancy in his head. His Gothamite Mindset.

"Why? Ya want a bite?'

He offered a small piece, before taking another huge bite of the said ball of light, making his tattoos have a dim glow and now a slightly yellow golden tint.

" ....I sorta feel like I.. shouldn't be eating something that can be used as a bomb? "

He said with a small laugh, but dispite his words, he took the small piece offered to him. He popped it into his mouth, swallowing it. He took a moment, then let out a small hum

" Tastes weird,, "

He mumbled, taking another sip of his drink

"It's not that good for others as I've noticed but I can adjust it's taste, especially if I put a fruit on it and adjust it's taste."

He shrugged absentmindedly.

"Sooo.... You all got metas 'ere?"

He asked with a shrug, genuinely curious, he needs to know everything about this world.

" Huh,, that's neat, "

He hummed. He then tilted his head, a curious expression on his face,

" Metas.. nnnot sure what that is so.. probably not, no "

He said with a small shrug and a shake of his head

"Powers, Abilities, What do you call them here? We call them metas where I was."

He took another shot of alcohol, sighing deeply as he finished said shot. Licking his lips again, unintentionally seductively so.

"We also got superheroes or whatever, Batman is that, Powerless but a leader. Then there's Villains as usual."

He was half way through a sip of his drink when he let out a hum, taking the bottle down from his lips,

" Oh-- oh oh- yeah, no, we have.. sorta that. We call them mutants- I'm one of them, "

He explained, then tilted his head,

" We got a few heroes without powers, some with em. Really an assortment of em.. and villians, too, obviously"

"What's your power?"

He asked with a smile, creating a smaller light ball and eating it like candy.

"Mine should be obvious but it's distorting and manipulating any kind of light."

"I can do so much more with it."

He let out a small huff of a laugh,

" Yeah, it is pretty obvious.. really impressive, though. Cool ass power to have, "

He complimented. Leaning closer to the man to get a better look at what he was doing. He then leaned back, taking another sip of his drink, before finally answering the question Fabian had asked,

" Mind control, brainwashing, call it what you will. Specificly through music. Any type of it, as long as it comes from me or an instrument I'm using. That's my power. "

He explained

"That's such a basic power, not to offend but I know 2 people who do that and one of them is someone I hate, called themselves mystic meister. A real bitch he is."

He casually scoffed, taking another shot and another deep sigh.

"He called me Apollo's Bitch Boy because I called him A lousy basic bitch."

He rolled his eyes and TOOK ANOTHER SHOT. He was not hesitating, he'll treat this like a mini vacation, just until he can go back.

"What do you sound like when you're singing?"

He smiled.

He shrugged,

" Eh, simple, but damn good to have.. makes life so much easier. The ability to have people just.. do what you say? It's great, really great. "

He said with a grin, before chuckling,

" Apollo's bitch boy? I mean, its fitting with hair and powers like yours. "

He said, gesturing with a hand to the others hair, scooting slightly closer as he did so. He then let out another one of thoes long 'mmmmmmm' noises,

" I'd.. show you, but like I said,, brainwashing. Don't wanna do that to you, "

He said. He didn't want them under his control. Well,, not yet, at least.

"Excuse you."

He scoffed before sighing dramatically.

"He's my Great Great Grandfather. I'm just a descendant or smth who happened to have a near perfect alignment to the element of the sun."

He shrugged, it was true, that was true, to have a great great great grandfather as a god was something he also didn't expect to learn cuz he was adopted.

"C'mon. Just a little tune."

He pushed slightly with a teasing tone as he took another swig and licked his lips. Why does he keep licking his lips? The alcohol just tastes good and he loves cleaning it from lips.

" Mm,, that would explain,, a lot, actually, "

He said with a small laugh. He then shook his head. He knew what would happen if he sung anything, and he didn't want it to happen. He had no use for someone under his control right now,,

He leaned back against the couch once more, though, his body was tilted towards the other just slightly, looking up at them,

" Nope. Doesn't matter how much I sing, it's gunna happen, so not even a little tune for you"

"I have fought a person like you, as I said, I didn't have headphones on or anything, I know how to deflect brain control, or whatever. C'mon."

He pushed with a chuckle, taking a few more shots, he looked a bit flustered now and very pleased with the booze and the light candies he keeps eating.

"Just a little tune."

He smiled mischievously, he likes the challenge of being able to shake mind control off, for him it felt fulfilling also. He gets a little bit high off of it.

He let out a dramatic sigh, leaning forward once again as he sat there. He took another drink from his bottle, before speaking,

" Fine, fine, if you're sure you really want this, "

He shrugged. He thought for a moment, debating something in his head for a while, before letting out a low hum. Not one of thoes long, drawn out noises, no, an actual song this time.

Fabian listened as he nodded lightly to the humming, Giving the other man a thumbs up. It felt a bit hallucinating but Fabian shook it off, feeling a little... High from it.

"Good Rhythm. Better than Music Meister's."

He hummed out softly, taking a few more shots of alcohol and licking his lips in unintentional seduction—

Okay, So, Why the fuck is New York basically just Gotham but Less Fucked Up.

people bite there a lot be careful

Better than People dying and coming back to life—

ah nevermind then

What is the Great Snap. Elaborate. I beg you.

okay so there was this purple dude who killed half the universe and it took the avengers 5 years to bring them bak so basically a good chunk of the people in NY did die and come back to life

Okay so... Really odd question I have is... Who's the avengers?

one of the (many) hero teams the operate in NY, I like the TMNT better

TMNT is peak— but the Avengers sounds just like the justice league... Hmm...

they're pretty similar actually

Yeaaaah.... Does all timelines have this—

Okay, So, Why the fuck is New York basically just Gotham but Less Fucked Up.

people bite there a lot be careful

Better than People dying and coming back to life—

ah nevermind then

What is the Great Snap. Elaborate. I beg you.

okay so there was this purple dude who killed half the universe and it took the avengers 5 years to bring them bak so basically a good chunk of the people in NY did die and come back to life

Okay so... Really odd question I have is... Who's the avengers?

one of the (many) hero teams the operate in NY, I like the TMNT better

TMNT is peak— but the Avengers sounds just like the justice league... Hmm...

Okay, So, Why the fuck is New York basically just Gotham but Less Fucked Up.

people bite there a lot be careful

Better than People dying and coming back to life—

ah nevermind then

What is the Great Snap. Elaborate. I beg you.

okay so there was this purple dude who killed half the universe and it took the avengers 5 years to bring them bak so basically a good chunk of the people in NY did die and come back to life

Okay so... Really odd question I have is... Who's the avengers?

one of the (many) hero teams the operate in NY, I like the TMNT better

TMNT is peak— but the Avengers sounds just like the justice league... Hmm...

Okay, So, Why the fuck is New York basically just Gotham but Less Fucked Up.

people bite there a lot be careful

Better than People dying and coming back to life—

ah nevermind then

What is the Great Snap. Elaborate. I beg you.

okay so there was this purple dude who killed half the universe and it took the avengers 5 years to bring them bak so basically a good chunk of the people in NY did die and come back to life