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Maddox Stone William Wintergreen Jr. || 39 || Bodyguard || Ex-Australian Intelligence Enforcer for the Sionis Family

[maddoxstone]

Winn’s fingers drummed over the sides of his now-cold coffee cup. Honestly speaking, he didn’t know why he called Maddox of all people. He had Kara, Mon-El, but it just didn’t seem right, to bother them with his issues. “Hi,” he gave him a tight smile as he took his seat. “Would it be weird if I said yes?” It certainly seemed like he was being haunted. “I think someone might be after me and I think you might be able to help me.” If he were in his normal mood, he probably would have some Ghostbusters joke but it was not a normal day and able to, however, did not mean Maddox would.

“I did some research on you, no deep-dives or anything,” for privacy’s sake, “but you can’t be too careful these days.” He looked him in the eye, trying to gauge any reactions. “Ex-ASIS, current bodyguard. Not a bad repertoire.”

All good deeds came with hefty debts. Maddox wondered if Winn understood the implications of calling in a favor with the man of many faces. His hands flattened against the table in wait. The avail would drop along with the truth of their rendezvous. “Don’t be so lukewarm. I thought you’d be happy to see me.” Maddox let off a soft chuckle before shaking his head. “I’ve done worse for less.” His brows piqued at the cadence of his candor. Winn revealed all his cards at the top of the hand; there was no more mystery or leverage left. 

“Of course,” he nodded. The words that sprawled across that search were as truthful as the name he operated under. There was nothing there to pin him to the wall aside from being another expat looking for the “american dream”.  He twirled his wrist to beckon to the waitress for a menu and a coffee. “I hope you’re satisfied with what you’ve read,” his gaze remained calm and transparent. 

“..tell me more about what’s leading you to need my services.”  

[maddoxstone]

"You’ve got a real nice place here,” he whistled at the chromed foyer of STAR Labs. “Security is shit but it’s secure enough for the idiots of this city.”

@dxctorfeelgood​

[maddoxstone]

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Her initial response was to lazily roll her eyes, violently swiping the rubber spatula laden with vanilla frosting across her tongue. Despite her fluency in English, there were still a few odd American phrases that took her a moment to digest. She didn’t particularly know exactly what ‘slummin’ it’ meant, but she deduced that it wasn’t complimentary. “You are so annoying today,” she retorted monotonously, dropping the spatula into the bowl as her lips turned downward in a dramatic pout.

“She will take her final breath in due time,” she added nonchalantly, she was not exactly pleased to be reminded of her obvious reluctance on taking action. But she had recently begun to put in the leg work. “Don’t rush me” 

Toeing around the equivalent to luxury shack, he turned his nose up at the disheveled state of affairs. Wrappers littering every inch like some calling card to every rodent within the tristate. If he’d know she’d needed a place for more than licking her wounds, he would sprang for something with more than basic electric and water. His hands tucked into his chest to avoid tossing the table where she was seated. "...and you’re pathetic.” Maddox fired back. Where was the fiery russian expats who laughed at the sentimental prey beneath her boot? 

Probably being choked out by cheap vanilla icing...

“Are you sure about that? It sounds like you’re stalling.” He leaned into the counter with a labored sigh. “If you’re not going to do it, I will. She got my little brother into some hot water. I’m the only one who can make him suffer.” 

[maddoxstone]

“I ain’t in the business to tell ya how to live your life but slummin’ it here and sparing that bitch ain’t a good look.” 

@anyaxthewolf​

[maddoxstone]

“The great Stephanie Brown and Barbara Gordon here in the same room.” He paused for a beat. “Is it my birthday? I’d be naught in saying I hadn’t heard many a fantasy about about you the two of you in Gotham. Where’s the rest of your family? They usually slip into places like this like shadows to cracks.”  

@ccfstephaniebrown​ @ixamxbatgirl​

[maddoxstone]

“I’m very surprised you called me,” he slipped into the vacant space beside the shrinking violet of a man who waited for him. “How can I be of help, Winn? Do you have ghosts that need to be scared.” 

@winnschott-throughtheheart​

[maddoxstone]

“I did not expect this kind of call, Ms. Zatara, but I’m not complaining.”

@sdrawkcabtiyasi​

[ixamxbatgirl]

Not the Help Desk || Open

“It looks like you’re having problems with your software; not the hardware. But then I’m not the help desk. You should give them a call.”

[maddoxstone]

“You look pretty helpful though.” Maddox gluttonously observed her with a slow wandering eye before settling back on the black device sat before her. “You can take the girl out of Gotham but can’t quite take the Gotham out her. Long time no see, Ms. Gordon.” 

[maddoxstone]

“Behaving yourself, Ms. Kane?” Maddox spoke calmly through his signature half cocked grin. The museum has been bustling with affluent big wigs looking for an opportunity to their elitist rocks off by flaunting their wealth. “I see you’ve learned to play nice with your peers.” 

@thebravexandthebold​

[lanadelrph]

Winter & Holiday Starters ❄️

Send one and I’ll write a starter based on: 

⛄️ – our muses build a snowman together ❄️ – our muses get snowed in and the electricity goes out 🍗 – our muses have to cook a holiday dinner together 🍷– our muses wake up hungover after an office party and don’t remember what happened ✈️ – our muses go on a holiday vacation together 🎅 – one of our muses is dressed as santa and the other sits in their lap 💔 – our muses are both single on christmas 🎄 – our muses decorate for christmas 🍪 – our muses bake cookies together 🎁 – our muses exchange presents 🎤 – one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols 💋 – our muses kiss under the mistletoe   ⛸️ – our muses go ice skating 👼 – our muses go to church services   💲 – our muses go to the mall together to shop for presents ⭐– our muses get dressed up for a holiday party   

[maddoxstone]

She raised an eyebrow at his compliments. Smooth- too smooth. Which usually means dangerous, too. How fun. He was a charmer who dressed like a businessman and talked like a con artist. It was a nice change of pace, she had to admit.

Brushing swiftly over his sweet talk, she huffed a small laugh at his explanation. “Google - fair enough, then. Still creepy but hey, a job’s a job.” She grasped his hand firmly, shaking it. I could crush every bone in your hand, human. “Tamiel, although, you already knew that.” She let go, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve no doubt it is, however, I’ll be the judge of that.” Young folk these days, honestly. I’m older than your bloody planet, show some respect.

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"We all have to do things we wish we didn’t,” he offered with a lightness that didn’t seem appropriate for the situation. Maddox watched the way her hand curled around his own with a barking authority that he didn’t want to ignore. Roman wasn’t always right when it came the people he liked or loathed. It didn’t matter what Maddox thought, this was a recruitment or a hit. She had the pleasure of choosing which would would transpire. 

“I’ve heard your skills behind a camera is out of this world. It’s almost carnal and raw. My employer likes fine things kept in fine order. A person of your esteem would fit his image nicely. I’d like for you to join his press team.” 

[maddoxstone]

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“What did you do?”

Max peered down at his brother from underneath the brim of a dark ball cap, still unshaven from his time off the grid and certainly dressed for drearier weather. His expression showed that he wasn’t there to play games but simply wanted answers. He took the opportunity to take the seat across from Maddox, half under the umbrella, so he could better keep his brother’s attention.

“I’ve been searching for weeks for answers and then all of sudden they’re found in Baron’s office? Every single thing needed to prove my innocence….so of course,” he leaned back, crossing his arms in disgruntlement, “I know you were involved somehow.” He grimaced at the mention of Spivot, or maybe even Alicia, but simply chewed on his cheek instead and resigned not to answer.

"Don’t think I’m following,” he hummed with a feigned innocence. Maddox waited a beat before engaging into Max’s gloomy tantrum. His gaze followed the haggard shrew that wilted beneath the cover of the umbrella. A trembling wave of disgust and concern warped Maddox’s usual indifference. Max’s halo seemed to be dented in and scrubs of every inch of shine that used to illuminate off it is. It was pitiful to see him so dreary while the world beat on in shades of yellow and gold. 

Hooking down the bridge of his glasses, Maddox finally met Max’s gaze with a glinting blaze of amusement. He had never done a good thing in his life except saving Max’s. Yet, of course, he’s met with the simmering resentment only his little brother could kindle between two battered fists. “I know you’ve been in the field, excuse me, the wind for a couple weeks and that can cause some undue burden on anyone’s skills. Or maybe you weren’t looking in the right place.” His poised fingers flicked up to signal the waitress to tend to his pauper of a brother. “He’ll have a whiskey neat..actually how about a martini down and dirty? He’s a little thirsty,” he winked at the woman before fully engaging his brother. 

“I plead the fifth. Just smile, Maxillion, you’re free once more to be the venerated detective to save the city again.” 

[maddoxstone]

Winn made a pointed attempt to ignore the tingle over their shoulder, note the word attempt. It did not work. Okay, so maybe he’s not straight. “I’m Marty, Katz.” Maybe he’s tryna lure me somewhere to kill me- The paranoid part of their mind flared up before being batted away by the logical side. Then why would he let us decide where to go, dummy? “Well, damn - I left my hacksaw at home today. Guess we’ll just have to get a rain check on that, huh?”

"Marty Katz?” He hummed with a feigned disappointment. “I was kinda hoping you’d say McFly. I gotta love Back to the Future,” Maddox allowed his hand to float away from Winn’s shoulder. The comfort in the gesture was enough to break the chilling bonds of the formality of it all. “I like you,” he clicked his tongue with an encouraging grin. “Not many people I’ve encountered has had such a light hearted attitude.” Maddox’s boot tapped whimsical against the pavement.  

“It means you’ve got a story.” 

[maddoxstone]

Maddox kicked back his feet in the breeze that swept off the coast. The crash of the waves against the shore with a heavy crash. It’s what he liked most about Coast City. Dipping into the deliciously fresh platter before him, he popped a couple berries into his mouth. The bittersweet juice soaking his tongue before he chased it with a shot of tequila. Today he was simple surveilling a despondent client.  He grimaced at cool rush that washed over him from the shadow that cascaded over him. Peering up at the lanky figure from beneath the tints of his shades, he plucked another raspberry and held it between his teeth for a moment, to savor it, before swallowing.  

"You stalkin’ me, little brother? It must be a little too bright out for you but you came anyway. Where’s the wife?” 

@detective-stone​

[maddoxstone]

sdrawkcabtiyasi​:

“Filius canis!”

The raven-haired sorceress found herself cursing up a storm as she stood soaking wet outside the coffee shop, doing her best to attempt and pat herself dry but it was wasted effort. Normally a minor mishap, like the waiter that had slipped and dropped a whole pitcher of ice water on her, would not have fazed the woman but this was not the first but the eighth unlucky incident to befall her in not so many days.

The theater losing power right before her performance as well many other things breaking or falling on her were much too targeted to simply be a coincidence or a spell of bad luck. So as she tried to rack her brain in effort to think what spell she had cast that resulted in such miserable consequences, the stop light seemed to glitch just as she was stepping into the crosswalk at a busy intersection. She barely heard the car horn when a pair of strong arms encircled her small frame and lifted her back to the safety of the pavement.

“….!”

@maddoxstone​​

Maddox hummed as he danced between the shallows of the road and the curved bend of the curb. Today had gone smashingly. Kate only mildly annoyed him with her leering. Due to the lightness of her schedule, he’d lazily put a few men on the exits and entrance of the building to grab lunch. It was the small space he could circulate through the city without any suspicion. Kate’s order never changed; nor did the thoughts of poisoning her. Luckily, Maddox shooed off the irrational thought with the reminder of the bigger picture. To remain unburned in this city, he needed to stick to the squeaky image of a clean cut solider looking for his noble purpose. 

How laughable.

Crossing up the avenue, he noticed the raven haired mistress of magic fuming. For a moment, he almost didn’t recognize her without racy fishnets and top hat. Maddox observed the clumsiness of her rage. It consumed the small pieces of her posture and exploded through her fingers. It felt like she was trying to rearrange the world to fit whatever conspiracy that dampened her day. He grinned at the helplessness of it all. She held untapped power yet still seemed so naive to the nature of the world. Why did Central City seem brimmed to the top with people so wet behind the ears? Zatanna’s misstep into the intersection played out in slow motion. Before he knew what he was doing, he pushed off the curb where he stood to launch him into action. Two nimble sets of fingers grasped the inside of her forearm and dragged her into his arms. Maddox could feel the wind from the passing car pass along his cheek as turned his back to it. Zatanna almost suffered the cheapest end to her story; which only pulled from source material for his own chapter in Central City.  

“Looks like we’re fated to meet again, Ms. Zatara.” His lips moved gingerly along the cuff of her ear. His hands ensnared her frame as he shield her from the onslaught of horns and aghast expressions of the crowd. 

[maddoxstone]

“Each their own, but I don’t agree at all, that’s something I would rather avoid if possible.”

“Why is that? Bad experience?”

[maddoxstone]

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@maddoxstone​

CLOSED

Knock Knock. 

The black cloth witch’s hat artistically perched atop Ada’s head – only just lint rolled for the tenth time that evening – came dangerously close to dropping as her gaze shifted to the banging on the door. Her fingers raised to temporarily plug her ears until the volume lessened, and she let her enthusiasm overcome any remaining discomfort. To be honest, even as a child, Ada never really grasped the complexities of the holiday or why so many extolled its rituals with such zeal. Not to mention, she lacked the ability to identify many of the prevalent pop culture tropes parading about. Yet, she awoke bright and early and spent the majority of the day in her kitchen creating special Halloween snacks for any trick or treaters that were kind enough to visit. She even, at the urging of her friends, put together a tasteful and subtle costume to ‘get into the spirit’. 

Ada felt incredibly ridiculous carrying around the fake wand, but she certainly didn’t want to be labelled a spoil sport. Her interaction with the first round of children to arrive earlier that night hadn’t gone exactly as planned. She soon discovered that children didn’t want to hear a lecture about the improbability of the classic horror tropes they were masquerading as biological and rational impossibilities. The parents, in particular, radiated feelings of displeasure and condemnation. Right Ada, no scientific facts, children do not find them interesting. Just hand them the spider oreos and smile nicely.

Clutching the plate of treats in her hand, she hastened to the door and took one final glance at her reflection in the hall mirror. It was critical that her hat remained exactly positioned and that her grin did not appear artificial. Her lips widened into a practice grin just to be certain before she gave herself a tiny confidence nod. “Happy Hallowe—” her somewhat overzealous greeting was effectively cut short, her smile gradually fading and her gaze hardening in the direction of the lanky figure in her doorway. Would she never know peace again…

“I do not intend to engage in whatever unpleasant predicament you have chosen to impose on me today,” she stated as calmly as she could, her fingers already curling around the door in preparation to close it in his face. “Would you kindly leave before my neighbors see you? Thank you”

The clattering sound of the discarded clip bounced off once pristine hardwood floor. He watched the blood soak into the fine slots between the boards. This could have ended much simpler if you compiled. Maddox grimaced at the inconvenience of the white, searing pain that torched his shoulder.  Stepping through the cotton costume webs that spidered through the ghoulishly festive house, he kicked over the brimming bowl of candy with a soured frown. The bastard didn’t have the money to pay his dues to the king but could squander it on cheap tricks? It was a good thing that the dirty little rat decided to resign himself to such a cowardly path. A slippery political figure with an axe to grind with Captain Singh wouldn’t think twice about implicating a good boy in blue, right? Fabricated material outlining the gruesome details of that cold evening his little brother was frame fanned across the man’s study. Maddox couldn’t help but smirk at his own handy work. A hard drive filled with footage, bank statements, and a ledger of all of Baron’s other questionable moral actions with all the t’s crossed and i’s dotted. It was too easy; almost like fate strummed the strings of his scheme. What he didn’t expect was for the man to fight back. A feeble attempt but semi-honorable final act. Breathing out a unamused sigh, Maddox bundled up whatever business material the man had been gifted by Roman and tossed it into the shallows of his black duffle bag. Not a single trace of the society left to be unwoven by the idiots at CCPD. 

Slinging it over uninjured shoulder, he dipped through the back window and into the ascending shadows. Maddox felt the warm trickling of his own blood soaking into the cotton white shirt beneath the heavy black flight jacket. Luckily, the dwindling twilight coupled with innocent chaos of the spookiest day of the year provided him with the cover he needed. He was far enough from the Kane residence to keep the bloodhound from sniffing him out in her pointed Balenciagas; yet, he was a little too far from his own little safe haven. If he didn’t assess the slow bleed, he’d surely pass out before making it. Maddox’s gaze tipped up gauge his current location as he continued wandering down the streets. The chortling sound of children’s glee echoed off the streets. Something about this area felt familiar. He took him a moment to pin it down. An image of her pout lips, infuriatingly deep brown eyes, and intoxicating intolerance for his presence.

Ada, Ada, Ada

He quickened his pace a half step to fade further into the throng of people bustling across the sidewalk brimming with joy and buckets filled with candy. She may be weird but these are delicious. His brows furrowed at the backhanded twinge to the two young men dressed lazily like the Walmart productive of Scream. A smug pair speaking ill of the young scientist too innocent for this world. Maddox hated how she allowed the world to pick at her. When would she bare her teeth at them like she did at him? Stalking closer, he waited for the winding sidewalk to clear before he grasped their hoods and tossed them into nearest shrub. A cacophony of groans ebbed from the short patch of foliage.  Maddox’s grin spread subtlety despite the tightened pain that shot through his shoulder.

Crossing across the grass, his fist met the door with a heavy thud. Maddox hiked the duffle back up along his shoulder as he leaned into the frame. He wondered how she would greet once she’d opened it.  

The soft light illuminated her sinful figure with striking curves and straight lean of witch’s hat. “No candy for me, sweetheart?” Maddox’s hand shot out in preparation for the inevitable slam of the door, each lithe finger curling around the frame. “What? You wouldn’t want them to assume anything? I mean you don’t get many men showing up, huh?” Maddox didn’t like the sourness that burned his tongue thinking about other men here. He pushed it down and dismissed such a carnal thought to possible blood loss. “I need to use your bathroom,” he brushed pass her without hesitation. The duffle back clattering to the floor as he stalked through her place. It’s not like he hadn’t already studied the lay out. “Nice outfit by the way.”