Jason mewed pathetically as Leslie gently probed the wound on his leg. In human form, he would fight himself tooth and nail before showing discomfort or pain but Bruce and Dick knew that his tiny kitten form had a tiny pain tolerance to go with it.
One of Nightwing’s slender fingers gently caressed a small ear in comfort. It was a testament to how he was feeling that Jason rose up into his hand rather than shying away; seeking contact rather than hissing or biting.
“It’s okay, little wing.” He soothed. “It’ll be over soon.”
It was. The wound, while proportionately large on such a small frame, (Dick winced to think about what it might have looked like on Jay’s human form) only required a couple of quick stitches from the doctor.
They’d have done it themselves but this needed a more… delicate hand than any of them possessed and they were too long from the Cave to get Alfred.
Soon enough they had him bundled back into the Batmobile. Dick tried to take him, only to be shooed away as Bruce gently tucked Jason into the crook of his elbow. He poorly hid a smirk as the kitten fell asleep, exhausted from pain and fear and who knows what else.
They knew it was going to be a stressful few weeks, trying to keep an eye on him. They couldn’t even begin trying to coach him into changing back until his leg healed. It would rupture the stitches.
It had always stressed Bruce out when Jason was in kitten form; he was so easy to lose or hurt. He was adorable but it came at a cost. It was also why they would have to coach him to begin with. Jason hated his form, he never spent time in it or learned how to control it or his own instincts and emotions while as a cat.
Dick crossed his fingers, hoping for a smooth few weeks but knowing it was going to be anything but.
Warnings - Heist/Hostage Situation, Some mild Injury, Violence, Usage of Guns.
“Eh Roadie… this city is choc-a-bloc of civvies… should be a piece of piss to get away in this crowd, huh?”
“Concentrate, Rat.”
It was midday, the city that never slept was busy with the rush hour. Two individuals were sat in an inconspicuous vehicle… although the individuals themselves were rather not.
Although Roadhog insisted on civilian disguises, at least before the heist, the normal clothes could not hide his enormous size, his obvious pig mask to be replaced by a black ski mask and goggles. Thankfully, it was winter, and he could get away with wearing such a thing.
Junkrat was the complete opposite to his partner, whereas Roadhog was large, Junkrat was very skinny, tall and had a messy bed of blonde hair with some missing patches- from where he got a little too excited with his explosives. His amber eyes were wide, full of maniac excitement.
“Remember the plan?” Roadhog asked, voice deep and gruff. Junkrat nodded.
“Course’ I do mate!” Junkrat grinned, although he did had a track record of forgetting everything, and just making up as he went along- this led to a lot of close calls that Roadhog had to drag him out of. “I go in, make a nice distraction for ya. You go in through the back way, whilst I ave’ a lovely ol’ time with the civvies. Simple.”
“No civilian casualties Rat.” Roadhog reminded him. “We don’t need any more heat after us. Got it?”
“Roger!” Junkrat mock-saluted, causing Roadhog to shove him out of the truck. Junkrat only stumbled once. “Okay, okay. I’m on it Roadie. See ya in 10.”
Roadhog simply grunted, and Junkrat made his way across the street to the bank. He tried to control his erratic movements, thanks to his prosthetics he had quite the recognisable gait, and after hitting up almost ten different banks in the same state, the last thing Junkrat needed was to be recognised.
…well, not until they got the money at least.
It’s not like they need it, the rich wankers... Junkrat thought, as he was approaching the main doors- not surprised to see the usual two security guards stationed at the front. Both he and Roadhog had been staking out this place for a couple weeks now- the guard placement was predicatable, as well as the cameras, and the location of the vaults wasn’t too difficult to figure out.
They had beaten better odds, so Junkrat confidently strolled past the armed guards- they glanced at his wrist, but seeing nothing, didn’t bother to stop him.
Junkrat gritted his teeth, picking up on this interaction almost immediately.
He would be the first to admit that causing anarchy and mayhem was great fun, and his speciality. Most people who knew of the Australian fugitives only thought they cared about the money, it was a very big plus side to the heists, but their plan was bigger than that.
Well, at least Junkrat’s.
Junkrat was determined to get revenge against the anti-shifters, those who dared to take away his rights and those who left his home country in state it was now. Junkrat knew most of them were rich suits with too much money, and with money came power.
Take away the money…
“G’day Sheila, hope ya don’t mind me asking a question?” Junkrat had approached the main desk of the bank, where a rather long queue was forming. He poked one of the customers to get her attention, it was a petite woman, short and sweet looking.
The perfect hostage.
“Oh?” The woman turned around, and in that moment Junkrat grabbed her arm- bringing her close to him, whilst holding a gun to her head. She stared in shock, unable to process exactly what was happening.
“Try to run and I’ll shoot, got it?” Junkrat told the woman, turning to face the rest of the building with the hostage in front- everyone was slowly becoming aware of the danger, the two security guards fully alert, as they had their guns pointed to Junkrat. But he could detect their nervousness, their faces twitching with insecurity.
Newbies.
“Anyone try to leave this buildin’, and this poor sheila will ave’ her brains all over the floor, got it?” Junkrat raised his voice, finally gathering the attention of everyone. Everyone was frozen in shock. “Now, get yourselves to the floor with hands on ya head, nice and easy does it. You two coppers as well, drop ya weapons.”
Everyone began lowering themselves to the floor, the two security guards lowering their weapons to the ground. Junkrat glanced behind the counter, to the woman that was still behind it. She hadn’t moved yet, and Junkrat could see her hand inching downwards.
“Oi, ya better not press that button.” Junkrat said, and couldn’t help the maniac giggle that left his lips. “I can see ya tryin’, so unless you want blood on ya hands- I suggest you step away and get on the floor.”
The woman made the wise decision to listen, pale and shaking as she lowered herself to the ground- away from the desk. It was at this moment that Junkrat’s watch buzzed. He grinned, and with one hand, he grabbed his detonator. Pressing the red button, a rather large explosion shook through the ground- causing some of the hostages to cower and even scream.
“Now, now, no need ta’ panic.” Junkrat chuckled, knowing that Roadhog was already in the vaults was exhilarating. “I just came to make a withdrawal, y’know how it is.”
“W-why are you doing this?” Junkrat’s meek hostage cried out, causing him to tighten his hold on his. She whimpered.
“Nothin’ personal love, well, unless ya one of those Shifter hating wankers.” Junkrat said, his grin becoming furious. His hold even tighter. “Do ya even know what this bank does to us Shifters, I bet ya don’t even care!”
The woman sobbed.
“That’s what I thought,” Junkrat growled, his angry gaze landing on every trembling hostage. “You lot are just ignorant cunts, I don’t even feel sorry for ya!”
Junkrat continued his half-coherent rant, the pent up anger barely controlled. If he could, he would level the entire building- it was a very tempting thought.
His watch buzzed again.
“Oh, well, look at that time!” Junkrat sighed, peering over the hostage’s shoulder to look at his watch. “Wish I could stay and chat some more, but duty calls. Come on sheila, time to move.”
Junkrat pressed the gun closer to the hostage’s head, which caused her to gasp. Junkrat pushed her forward, ensuring she was in front of him the whole time for cover. Junkrat may have been scatter-brained, but he wasn’t stupid enough to let go of the hostage yet, not when he wasn’t a good distance away from the bank and guards.
Junkrat hurried outside, the hostage barely keeping up. He saw in the distance the black truck, which Roadhog was hopefully in.
Junkrat was starting to think this heist was going far too well, when loud sirens blared down the street.
“Fuck!” Junkrat jumped, and roughly pushed the hostage to the ground as he took off in a sprint towards the car. He just barely got in when the gun shots rang out. “Hit it Roadie!”
Roadhog didn’t respond, too focused on driving and getting them out of there. Despite his large size Roadhog was very adept at getting the vehicle to move, quite quickly, even if it wasn’t his dear motorcycle.
Junkrat held on for dear life as he booted it down the street- a growing number of copper cars after them. At least twenty, Junkrat counted.
“Honestly, I’m flattered so many coppers came to see us off!” Junkrat said, laughing manically. Roadhog grunted, swerving past the many cars on the road. Junkrat’s cackling and the wail of sirens the only sound present. It was mayhem.
“I can throw them off. Try and shoot their wheels.” Roadhog instructed, and he sped around a corner. That motion alone caused two of the cop cars to nearly crash into eachother- it seemed they were desperate.
“Gotcha’,” Junkrat nodded, opening the widow and leaning out. He would throw some grenades, but knew it would only piss Roadhog off as it would bring more heat to them if a civvie got caught in it. Junkrat mentally sighed as he shot some rounds at the cars. His aim was piss poor, but the threat alone was enough to keep the cars at bay. The risk of civilian casualty was too much for the coppers to retaliate.
The chase seemed to go on for forever, whenever they turned a corner, another cop car would follow. Roads soon were being blocked, traffic stopped, it seemed the coppers were leading them to somewhere specific.
“Uh, Roadie-“
“I know.” Roadhog grumbled, speeding up even more. They were nearing the docks, soon there would be nowhere to go except the water. Except-
“Is that a bloody drawbridge?” Junkrat pointed out with a frown, the coppers were smart- they led the two towards a dock, the only escape a drawbridge that was currently lifting upwards. Junkrat’s frown turned into a comically wide grin. “Roadhog, we can make it- boot it!”
“You’re crazy.” Roadhog huffed, but he was smiling beneath his mask. The car was now as fast as it could be, and only a few metres away from the still moving drawbridge. Junkrat braced himself as the car flew up the ramp, letting out crazed laughter as the vehicle was suspended in the air.
It would be one hell of a way to go, they both thought.
Somehow, the vehicle landed. The fact they didn’t instantly crash and die was surprising, but not unwelcome. The wail of sirens a distant reminder of the still present danger.
However, as Roadhog went to accelerate, the engine cut off.
“Shit.” Roadhog grunted, Junkrat staring at him. “We gotta walk.”
“Fuck, where’s the money?” Junkrat asked, as they jumped out. Roadhog gestured to the large potato sack he grabbed out of the boot, hefting it with one hand easily despite the fact it was filled to the brim. Junkrat simply nodded, and led the way. The two fugitives slipped into an alleyway.
“We got one of our safe houses this side of the city?” Junkrat asked as they jogged, glancing around every corner with unrestrained paranoia. Roadhog grunted.
“East Street, few blocks away.” Roadhog said, pointing towards the end of the alleyway. “Out this way.”
“Got’cha!”
The sound of sirens had disappeared, but Junkrat still couldn’t relax. He felt so on edge, as if the coppers would jump out on them any moment. He could tell Roadhog felt the same, his large friend tense, with his massive fists clenched.
They were not far from the safehouse, an abandoned apartment not far from the docks. The coast seemed clear, but as they turned the final corner out of the alleyway- they came face-to-face with a fully armed police barricade on the street. Junkrat glanced back- a small fleet of discreet copper cars blocking when they came from.
Both Roadhog and Junkrat glanced to eachother, they had faced worse odds, but this wasn’t going to be easy, or… clean.
“Drop your weapons and hands up!” An officer yelled into a microphone, and as if to enunciate his words, the guns pointed to them were cocked and loaded quite audibly. “Roadhog and Junkrat, you are under arrest-“
“Oh, will ya just shut it!” Junkrat cackled, hands inching towards his explosives. “We all know we ain’t going down easy- let’s just cut it short, eh?”
With that, Junkrat lobbed a mine which landed quite nicely on one of the copper trucks. Without hesitation he detonated it, causing a large explosion among the first line of vehicles. Coppers jumped out of the way, those who weren’t caught up in the explosion started to shoot.
Junkrat dodged out of the way of the bullets, finding a nice car to hide behind. He threw an array of bombs towards the cops, as Roadhog charged them with his massive shotgun. The coppers didn’t seem to know what to do at first, but gathered their wit and began focusing on Roadhog.
Junkrat noticed this.
“Oi, over here you fucking cunts!” Junkrat yelled, gathering attention of some of the officers. He grinned when some dared to come closer, in the distraction he planted a few mines in ground, in hope some dumb copper would step on it.
Five managed to.
“Hahaha, take that!” Junkrat cackled, not caring that some blood splattered on his crazed face. He looked around for Roadhog, only to find him being surrounded. Whilst Roadhog was very capable on taking on a group of armed men with just one hand, he looked injured, and quite heavily so.
Junkrat swore, and went to leave cover and blow up the wankers that dared try to hurt his friend. Roadhog fell to his knees, Junkrat saw red-
“Get out of here rat!” Roadhog roared, startling Junkrat. He froze, the urge to escape conflicting with protecting Roadhog.
In his moment of hesitation, a copper managed to sneak up behind Junkrat. Junkrat could barely react as he was pinned to the floor, but once he realised what was happening he began to fight back.
Junkrat snarled as he kicked the pistol out of the officer’s hand, the weapon sliding across the gravel a few paces away. Junkrat got to his feet, barely dodging a bullet that grazed his ear from behind. Turning to the offender- Junkrat realised he couldn’t spot Roadhog amongst the crowd of coppers that were beginning to advance on him.
“What did you cunts do ta him!?” Junkrat gritted his teeth, realising that he was becoming surrounded.
Junkrat swallowed heavily, his chest becoming tight with a familiar sensation.
It was a quick, painless transformation, and the suddenness of it gave Junkrat the opportunity to escape. It seemed the coppers didn’t expect it, as they looked around in a panic.
Junkrat scurried past them.
-x-
The wail of sirens echoed through the streets, a signal for Junkrat to stay hidden. He was still in his shifted form, a small rat.
It made it easy to hide, and blend in with the cityscape. But it was starting to get too cold for his small body, Junkrat shivered as he hid underneath a dumpster.
He was more worried that the coppers now knew he was a Shifter, and whether Roadhog was still alive or if he had managed to escape.
The death of either of them was always a possibility, they lived life dangerously- with a large bounty on their head, and many authorities after them for so many reasons. But Junkrat always thought that if they were going to die, or be arrested, that it would be together.
And with a bang… Junkrat thought. The very idea that he may be alone again was terrifying. Junkrat didn’t want to even consider it. So he decided he would search all of their safe houses, knowing that if Roadhog got out of there, it was very likely he was holed up in one of them.
With that in mind, Junkrat peered out from under the dumpster, the sirens were beginning to die down- although he knew he was far from safe. As Junkrat scurried out of the tight space, something grabbed him.
Junkrat stared up in horror, as a scruffy street cat pinned him to the ground.
-x-
So… cold…
Still in his small rodent form, shaking from the cold and the shock of the situation, Junkrat collapsed.
He had managed to escape from the hungry feline, but not without injury. It was laughable, he thought. That he managed to get away from a whole precinct of police with virtually little to none harm, but a skinny, mangled street cat nearly ate him alive.
Junkrat whimpered, letting out pathetic, small squeaks he couldn’t control. He didn’t have the energy to change back, too focused on the pain of bleeding out, the ever biting cold that seeped into his very bones…
Is this how the infamous Junkrat really goes..? Junkrat thought, and if he could, he would laugh. Maybe cry too, if he had the energy.
Closing his eyes, Junkrat let out a ragged breath. He was losing consciousness fast, and if he had held on for longer, he might’ve noticed the silhouette of man approaching him.
Summary: Taehyung didn’t know where Jungkook lived or where he came from. They never exchanged phone numbers or hung out at the farm or in the woods or anywhere else. It was always here, on the banks of the lake, always picking up right where they left off and hanging out all summer until Tae left again with the falling leaves. But it had been four years since he had been back.
Opinions: Oof this fic is tooth-rottingly sweet. It made me so incredibly soft, and the ending just makes me want to squeal. Tae and Jungkook are so in love it’s sickening. There are lots of tears but it’s not really that sad of a fic, I promise. Definitely worth the read!
Warnings: 18+, light angst, divorced parents, minor injuries
All down Sky's back are scales. You may be able to catch a glimps of a few if she wears a sleeveless shirt, but it's hard to see them unless she takes off her shirt
Sky sheds in the spring, meaning reptile-like shedings covering EVERYTHING stay away, large threat of getting mauled at this time
Sky has great night vision, and may be more active at night.
Sky's wings are very sensitive, if you touch her wing without her saying you can, you may get bitten or she may just back off.
no fire breath.
Sky's shadow takes the form of her shifter side some of the time,
