series lore update for 'hasegawa, your litter.' super rough and very not polished or great, but wahoo.
His brain frantically wracked through any kind of solution that might actually work, Wolf gripping near his kidney with his greatsword in the gravel. His face was bleeding from behind the mask, breathing shallow as he stared at his opponent. It aimed its gun at Wolf, the clattering of chains raking the concrete with an ominous rhythm.
'He's going to die. He's going to fucking die if I don't think of something.'
Wolf slowly picked up his sword from the ground, rasping. Grinning. "...c'mon, asshole... 's that all... you got...?"
Even in the face of death, Wolf was taunting the Reaper. The old man didn't give a shit about anything but keeping that kid safe- the worried leader that had chased him down to make Wolf see how stupid he was being.
The idea came out like the whisper of a prayer, and Joker grit his teeth. "WOLF! PLAY DEAD!"
In that instance, the Reaper aimed its gun and fired; Wolf was blown backwards, crashing into the wall and crumpling down to the floor with blade dropping from his hand. Blood poured from the open wound, eyes closed behind the mask and breathing so quiet. His chest barely moved.
Jesus fucking Christ, he.
Joker stared at the- no. No no no, not dead.
Almost on command, the man stood up with wound bleeding heavily and blade in his right hand. The Fury aura that surrounded him was no longer a vivid red, Valjean's visage towering over him as he heaved it over his shoulder.
Even without Oracle, Joker knew something about Enduring Soul was off. …if it was even that.
The Reaper shot again. Again. Again.
And Wolf never moved. In fact, he chuckled throatily.
And Joker's eyes widened when he heard the man finally speak again.
"Ten seconds is all I need."
He was teetering on the brink, and Joker knew to switch. Quickly. "METATRON!"
Wolf's teeth glinted as he bared them and swung his blade with a grunt, the warm light of Salvation coming over his battered, should-be-dead body. The ethereal chains from Valjean grabbed the guns and ripped them from the Reaper's hands, Wolf growling lowly.
Dead. He should have been dead, and he wasn't.
Joker had no idea what the hell happened; Enduring Soul could only be activated once a day. Maybe. Maybe even not as often.
But this? This was something new- and frankly, terrifying.