Duke flicked a hand, light illuminating the abandoned halls of a battered and partially destroyed university building.
A satellite campus of Gotham University and in collaboration with Gotham State Univeristy, Gotham West had been a respected institution of education. Until it fostered and was destroyed by a number of its alumni, such as Jonathan Crane and Ivy, that is. Now, the university was prime playing grounds for the likes of low level criminals and the occasional drug kingpin. They were chasing one now.
“Thanks for helping out, kid.” Jason strode beside him, domino mask firmly on. He wasn’t going as Red Hood tonight, unwilling to spook the kingpin into hiding. He was no less heavily armored, despite the lack of helmet. “Did ya know your eyes glow?”
“Yeah. Scared myself shitless getting water in the middle of the night.” Duke replied, his suit’s stealth mode firmly hiding the main parts of his golden armor.
“Yours glow too, Red.” Barbara remarked, updating their masks with the floor plans. Jason snorted. Barbara had a way of just knowing these things. “Head left.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s not the pit though. They just do that.
They swung left, dropping into a crouch as they heard murmured voices. Along with their footsteps, the voices faded as they left. Duke and Jason seamlessly followed.
“Really? Why?”
“Dunno, ain’t like being a zombie come with a manual.”
Duke grinned. “Pretty sure it does. Die. Wander around and go ‘blehhhh.’ Move slow like you’re old. Eat brains.”
“Are you calling me old?”
“If the boots fit,” Duke smiled smugly. “Plus, look, you’re already going grey.”
Jason huffed and got Duke away from the crumbling railing by playfully shoving him. “Little shit.”
“I noticed you didn’t deny eating brains. Or being slow.”
Jason ignored him. “Seriously, I don’t know. They just do that.”
“I’ve noticed it’s when you’re in a life threatening situation.” Barbara said, dropping information like it wouldn’t alter the world around Jason. “Also, group of people ahead. Looks like they’re planing distribution lines to East End and Gotham Prep.”
“Oh ew, they’d definitely have customers there,” Duke grimaced.
“I’ll let you get the last shot, but you also have to write the report.” Jason offered slyly.
“No way!”
“Well, I’m not doing it. And you get away with more.” He reasoned.
“Says the guy who literally got away with murder.”
“I’m not doing it. You do it.”
“No, you!”
“No, you!”
“No, you!”
“No, you!”
“No, you!”
“Boys.”
“Sorry, Oracle.” They chorused. Chastised but sending each other irate looks like Barbara couldn’t see it through their masks, Duke shoved Jason in as bait with a snicker and took to the roofs. Jason flipped him the bird and kicked the doors down.
“¡Hola, motherfuckers!” Jason shouted, going straight for a head punch. “It’s clobbering time!”
Amongst the erupting brawl, Duke surprised dropped three men before landing next to Jason, uppercutting a goon to interrupt him from nearly bludgeoning Jason with a bat.
“Dude, you’re so lame. Clobbering time?”
Jason shoved him again— making a flung knife miss Duke’s throat by a few inches— and elbowed another man in the throat.
“What else would you call it??”
“Not that!” Duke blinded a guy and punched him in the face.
“It’s classic!”
Duke flew up to knee a thrown goon in the face. Jason gave him a thumbs up as he dodged a shot.
His hand slit into the pocket of his coat. Where there shouldn’t have been more than space somewhat bigger than the size of his hand, the corner of a piece of paper touched his fingers. Surprised by the touch, he removed the paper, which was barely bigger than his own hand and had been folded once. Casually, though whilst wondering how it slipped in there without him knowing, he unfolded. He tilted his head and read the short message written onto it
“The same as always?”
No sender, no date, no nothing. Yet, Iroh knew exactly what it meant. Just- how on earth did this little letter sneak into his pocket without him noticing?
Have a Steve is Seven and Eddie is Kas Steddie prompt/starter.
TW: Guns and Referenced Violence
"Steve!" He looked to Eddie as the gun to his temple pressed closer. He could see the vines Eddie was trying to sneak closer, desperate to get him out of the bastard's grasp. He laughed as the safety clicked off on the gun.
"Oh I love it when they forget Amplifier Numbers can't die while using their powers. Should've gone for Eddie dipshit." Eddie stared in shock as his nose started to bleed, the swelling rush of a familiar power bubbling that sweet feral grin he loves so much onto Eddie's face. It's show time.
Guys, you know how Mitsuki aka Bakugou's mom??? I just had like a crazy/interesting thought. I feel like Mitsuki would be bisexual yk and Masaru have that bi wife energy
What my actual thought is that... what if Todoroki's mom Rei, Inko (Midoriya's mom) , and Mitsuki new each other in high school. Like they were all bsff. However Rei is a lesbean and had a crush on Mitsuki
Inko would be our panny (pansexual) and knew about Rei's crush. Rei is also a daughter of a rich family but their company went bankrupt. Rei's family company was a branch family of Endeavor's family's corporation
Endeavor's family found out about Rei's quirk and made a deal with Rei's family that they would provide Rei's family with a home let them live a comfortable life if Rei married Endeavor
Rei wanted to help her family so she agreed... but that means she would never have a chance with Mitsuki. Rei out of no where left the highschool for this marriage and never saw her best friends again until....
The U.A family night!! I can just imagine Rei seeing her best friends after all of that and all the drama it would bring . I also want to point out that I love Mitsuki's and Masaru's relationship to... but I just love this idea!
I also feel like Rei would still love her children even though she obviously wouldn't of liked the process of making them. And no I don't think Endeavor r*ped her.. she gave consent, but only did that because she thought it was for the greater good
Meet-cute modern Au for Hiccstrid I came up with a couple of days ago and wouldn’t leave me alone. I already wrote it in an ask game post, but here it is again on it’s own. ^^
Hiccup is a single father of a three-years-old daughter. One day, he meets Astrid in a supermarket; she’s in front of him at the check-out and when he hears her voice, he’s stunned. Because he knows her voice, hears it every day. Because she lend her voice to one of these talking toys for toddlers.His daughter’s favourite toy.
Hiccup always liked that toy best, too, because it didn’t sound as annoying as most others. Pleasant even. When he sees and hears Astrid, he recognises her voice in an instant. He jokingly thanks her for making his days more bearable. She’s confused, who is this weirdo? So he tries to explain. “The toy. My daughter’s toy. It’s your voice. A pleasant voice. I listen to it every day.” He keeps getting weirder, stammers, turns red like a tomato, until he eventually just flees, wishing a hole would open up to swallow him, that was so embarrassing.
Meanwhile, Astrid is touched. Knowing that there is at least one little girl who likes the toy she helped create. And her father, apparently. Who had been cute. In how shy he’d been. And how excited. She’s sorry he left before she was able to talk to him and thank him.
Over the next days, Hiccup would think of her a lot. Every time he hears her voice again, he’d think of her. Her face. Her smile. Until they, eventually, meet again... ^^
“Whumpee get some sleep,” Caretaker said softly, resting a hand on Whumpee’s chest, “You deserve it sweetheart.”
Whumpee’s eyes went big, their head lolling to the side. Caretaker noticed them start to shake. Then Whumpee spoke timidly.
“Okay. I’m ready for the needle.” Caretaker recoiled like they’d been hit.
“What? What needle?”
“The night needle. The one that lets me go to sleep.” Caretaker felt their heart sink.
“Was there something in the needle?” Whumpee nodded. “When was the last time you slept without it?” Whumpee shrugged, clearly exhausted.
Caretaker didn’t have the faintest idea what to do. Whumpee needed sleep, real sleep without the aid of some sick drug, and yet they were expecting to be forced to slip into an uneasy unconsciousness once again.
Weird request but can you write me a starter for a Theseus fic? I wanna write but I’m lost and I love your writing and I hope that’s okay! Anything is fine 🙏🏻
For sure~
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It was his lips that first startled you. Plush, curved perfectly at the Cupid’s bow, and enticingly soft to the eyes. Perhaps, it was no wonder that you found yourself horribly swooned by the man. Theseus Scamander, they called him. The mightiest of men, some would say, but your impression of him had changed upon officially laying eyes on him. Of course, he held that bravado one would expect of his status, but you had a knack for understanding the basis of one’s persona. In Theseus you saw comfort, a subtle sort of yearning for the cliches of life. Theseus preferred putting work before his personal bearings, but even so, you had come to observe the everyday struggles he endured just to keep his career as is. You admired him for it, but in that same breath you felt for him.
Therein lay the reason of your current obsession: watching him. Nothing extravagant or ominous in nature, just a woman who had eyes and understood the appeal. Understood he was still, after all, just a man behind the title.
