True Neutrals

Couriers, Librarians, Secret Agents, Medics and Mercenaries oh my!/ Multi Fandom Muses/ low activity/multiship/multiverse/muses may bite, mun doesnt/loved by Sunny (24+ mun)

[tru-neutral-good]

So go ahead, Go ahead Go Ahead and Shoot Me Dead

Sunyoung Min, Ex Assassin with The League Of Assassins, Dead in absentia

Written By Sunny ☀️

DOC + Rules (Includes others in the multi)

[tru-neutral-good]

Wooooo bruces Second circus kid [CONT]

Azae, seeing him wave back smiles wider, then moves their attention to a nearby camera, quickly posing while putting a peace sign up, then continue on with the contortion act

---

Azae is half on their phone and half eating the remainder of babas cold fries in her dressing room. Seeing him, They lift their eyes from their phone

"Thank you!" they state, taking the flowers and bowing slightly. "i hope youll say the same about my movie appearance.”

[batty-old-man]

RP STARTER

Bruce held Calliope in his arms as he worked in his study, occasionally glancing down at her when she babbled, nodding along to her nonsense.

“That’s a sound theory,” or “You’re onto something,” he’d occasionally respond.

He’s been trying to spend more time with her, and he figured the best way to do so was to have her join him while he works. She was very helpful. (That’s a lie, she was drooling on his shirt and occasionally his keyboard, but he still enjoyed her company.)

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and continued working, glancing up when he saw someone watching at the doorway.

[tru-neutral-good]

Azae was still getting used to the intense quiet in the manor. They were a temporary guest, of course, but their phone had died trying to play some rainy city scape sounds and they couldn't find a charger in their bag, only the block.

"Bruce do you have a USB to USB-C?" they state as they're opening the door, then stop seeing the baby. a moment passes before Azae brightens. "Maşallah!" Their smile bright, but azae stands in the doorway instead of coming closer, "Hoşgeldin bebek, How old are they?"

[heir-of-wayne]

Open RP caged

TW: kidnapping, ransom, torture?, temporary paralyzation NO NSFW ALLOWED

Damian Wayne was a fighter, everyone knew that. Robin was a fighter...at least the new one was. There were whispers of that the newest Robin was more ruthless than the ones who came before him, that this new Robin was trained by someone who was not Batman.

However, Robin was forced to the ground, hands tied behind his back, gag in his mouth. He was in an unfamiliar room, it was dark and damp. He could see spots of mold. Despite the fact that these should be amateurs given the space they are in, they have something strong. Some sort of paralyzer. He could feel his breath seizing every few seconds, fear clawing at his stomach and throat. He had snuck out on patrol, he didn't bring his tracker...they didn't know where he was.

[tru-neutral-good]

There was a bang, then sounds of struggle. Gunshots. Etc. This is what happens when shady people did shady shit on Demon Territory, if they didn't have any pass to the old spook house, they're getting flash banged. Fuck'm.

To be fair, Mina had just showed up to style on them. They quickly took out the remaining forces, then the leader had showed them their ace in the hole, per say. "Im sorry." Mina Pauses. "You kidnapped. a killer ten year old. and what were you hoping to??"

"Oh fuck this." They quickly turn to put two slugs in his chest cavity.

"Boss to Home Team, Can you Copy."

"Copy that Boss, loud and clear."

"We are so fucked, More details to come, over."

looking down at the kid, they sigh, moving to heft the temporally paralyzed kid over their shoulder.

[heir-of-wayne]

Damian watches, breathing shallow and sharp, there was a slight twitch of his fingers but that was the only movement he could muster right now.

Despite the fact that he wan't able to move anything, he was able to feel EVERYTHING. which is why the goons seemed to take enjoyment out of causing the boy pain. They knew he couldn't stop it, but he could feel everything. He felt like his soul was tired, he just wanted his dad or Richard

He was unable to fight back as he was thrown over the mysterious' person's shoulder. He prayed to a god he didn't believe in that he would be saved, whilst shaming himself for being too weak to save himself

[tru-neutral-good]

Mina had explained while radioing out, easily carrying the kid over one shoulder and radio in the other hand. Gently moving to sit the kid in the car they leave the scene before any cops could arrive and complicate things. Frankie, one of their inner circle, and Santi were needlessly bickering about just what to do with the kid.

"Were returning him, guys, dont get it twisted."

"How are we gunna do that boss? we cant just walk up to a vig' and be like 'this your kid?'" Frankie cuts in.

There's a pause.

"There's a bat signal somewhere. We can jack it and get the bat to come collect."

Frankie and Santi both go silent. "No matter how we spin this theyll think we did this."

"Unless the kid can talk." Mina shrugs. "We'll just have to wait for the tranquilizer to wear off."

another pause.

"Can we get samosas on the way back? ill watch the kid." Mina asks, puppy eyeing the two men in the front seats.

"Sure boss." Frankie sighs.

[heir-of-wayne]

He stares at them, watching the interaction. His brain was running a mile a minute and the fact that he couldn't move or speak was just pushing him closer and closer into a panic

He wanted to do something, to fight back, to scream and kick and fight. But he couldn't move. He wanted to be back home, or on patrol. He wanted his dad

Tears filled his eyes and fell, he was unable to wipe them away. He hated how vulnerable he felt, but he just wanted his dad or his siblings

[tru-neutral-good]

Mina moves to settle in their chair before looking at the kid made them start. “Oh fuck dude!” They start untying the gag and then move to the ones keeping his legs and arms bound. “Dude, fuck, it’s okay! We’re gunna get you back to the bat don’t worry!”

They shift, moving to untie a bandana from the back belt loop that they had and gently blot at the kids tearstained cheeks. “Man, we’re gunna get you some samosas and some cold tea and we’re just gunna wait for things to get better okay?”

“Fuck I am terrible at this. Why did this have to happen.” They sigh.

[tru-neutral-good]

Did I know it was the last time I’d see you?

I didn’t

I didn’t

@heir-of-wayne

[heir-of-wayne]

Open RP caged

TW: kidnapping, ransom, torture?, temporary paralyzation NO NSFW ALLOWED

Damian Wayne was a fighter, everyone knew that. Robin was a fighter...at least the new one was. There were whispers of that the newest Robin was more ruthless than the ones who came before him, that this new Robin was trained by someone who was not Batman.

However, Robin was forced to the ground, hands tied behind his back, gag in his mouth. He was in an unfamiliar room, it was dark and damp. He could see spots of mold. Despite the fact that these should be amateurs given the space they are in, they have something strong. Some sort of paralyzer. He could feel his breath seizing every few seconds, fear clawing at his stomach and throat. He had snuck out on patrol, he didn't bring his tracker...they didn't know where he was.

[tru-neutral-good]

There was a bang, then sounds of struggle. Gunshots. Etc. This is what happens when shady people did shady shit on Demon Territory, if they didn't have any pass to the old spook house, they're getting flash banged. Fuck'm.

To be fair, Mina had just showed up to style on them. They quickly took out the remaining forces, then the leader had showed them their ace in the hole, per say. "Im sorry." Mina Pauses. "You kidnapped. a killer ten year old. and what were you hoping to??"

"Oh fuck this." They quickly turn to put two slugs in his chest cavity.

"Boss to Home Team, Can you Copy."

"Copy that Boss, loud and clear."

"We are so fucked, More details to come, over."

looking down at the kid, they sigh, moving to heft the temporally paralyzed kid over their shoulder.

[heir-of-wayne]

Damian watches, breathing shallow and sharp, there was a slight twitch of his fingers but that was the only movement he could muster right now.

Despite the fact that he wan't able to move anything, he was able to feel EVERYTHING. which is why the goons seemed to take enjoyment out of causing the boy pain. They knew he couldn't stop it, but he could feel everything. He felt like his soul was tired, he just wanted his dad or Richard

He was unable to fight back as he was thrown over the mysterious' person's shoulder. He prayed to a god he didn't believe in that he would be saved, whilst shaming himself for being too weak to save himself

[tru-neutral-good]

Mina had explained while radioing out, easily carrying the kid over one shoulder and radio in the other hand. Gently moving to sit the kid in the car they leave the scene before any cops could arrive and complicate things. Frankie, one of their inner circle, and Santi were needlessly bickering about just what to do with the kid.

"Were returning him, guys, dont get it twisted."

"How are we gunna do that boss? we cant just walk up to a vig' and be like 'this your kid?'" Frankie cuts in.

There's a pause.

"There's a bat signal somewhere. We can jack it and get the bat to come collect."

Frankie and Santi both go silent. "No matter how we spin this theyll think we did this."

"Unless the kid can talk." Mina shrugs. "We'll just have to wait for the tranquilizer to wear off."

another pause.

"Can we get samosas on the way back? ill watch the kid." Mina asks, puppy eyeing the two men in the front seats.

"Sure boss." Frankie sighs.

[heir-of-wayne]

Open RP caged

TW: kidnapping, ransom, torture?, temporary paralyzation NO NSFW ALLOWED

Damian Wayne was a fighter, everyone knew that. Robin was a fighter...at least the new one was. There were whispers of that the newest Robin was more ruthless than the ones who came before him, that this new Robin was trained by someone who was not Batman.

However, Robin was forced to the ground, hands tied behind his back, gag in his mouth. He was in an unfamiliar room, it was dark and damp. He could see spots of mold. Despite the fact that these should be amateurs given the space they are in, they have something strong. Some sort of paralyzer. He could feel his breath seizing every few seconds, fear clawing at his stomach and throat. He had snuck out on patrol, he didn't bring his tracker...they didn't know where he was.

[tru-neutral-good]

There was a bang, then sounds of struggle. Gunshots. Etc. This is what happens when shady people did shady shit on Demon Territory, if they didn't have any pass to the old spook house, they're getting flash banged. Fuck'm.

To be fair, Mina had just showed up to style on them. They quickly took out the remaining forces, then the leader had showed them their ace in the hole, per say. "Im sorry." Mina Pauses. "You kidnapped. a killer ten year old. and what were you hoping to??"

"Oh fuck this." They quickly turn to put two slugs in his chest cavity.

"Boss to Home Team, Can you Copy."

"Copy that Boss, loud and clear."

"We are so fucked, More details to come, over."

looking down at the kid, they sigh, moving to heft the temporally paralyzed kid over their shoulder.

[tru-neutral-good]

LFG @heir-of-wayne

----

Honestly, after a while Sunyoung had resgined themself to the fact they'd probably never see Damian again. They remember him, damn of course they do. Having him in their life was like dappled light through trees, the thought of seeing him again was just... it was impossible surely.

but theyd seen the news. and then, maybe it wasnt so impossible.

and then, suddenly, hes infront of them.

"I-uh" they clear their throat, as they put their keys in the little catchall tray next to the door of therir apartment. "would you like some tea?"

[heir-of-wayne]

“I do not want anything from you traitor” he spits, tone fierce and venomous. He thought that he had made peace with losing Sunyoung. But the moment he found their address he was off.

He was armed to the teeth in various weapons, ready for a fight. He needed to blow off steam, and there juts so happened to be the perfect target infront of him

[tru-neutral-good]

Sunyoung lets out a metered sigh, letting themself fall into the same defensive posture they had during training. He looked ready to kill them ten times over and Sunyoung was unarmed. "They still havent told you the full story, i suppose?" they start to move to one side, shuffling one way while still in the deffensive.

[tru-neutral-good]

LFG @heir-of-wayne

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Honestly, after a while Sunyoung had resgined themself to the fact they'd probably never see Damian again. They remember him, damn of course they do. Having him in their life was like dappled light through trees, the thought of seeing him again was just... it was impossible surely.

but theyd seen the news. and then, maybe it wasnt so impossible.

and then, suddenly, hes infront of them.

"I-uh" they clear their throat, as they put their keys in the little catchall tray next to the door of therir apartment. "would you like some tea?"

[tru-neutral-good]

Anyways, Mina is now on the Doc

Ill make a promo for my Pyschotic Gangleader ala Saints Row kinda later

[anightlywing]

Dick rubs at his eyes a little. He's still wearing his green domino mask, but this one doesn't have lenses or anything so his eyes are visible. He blinks up at them before nodding.

"Oh, is it the bright colors? B said they make me a walking target when I made it, which doesn't make much sense because I'm not supposed to just walk around anyways, but I think he's just lame and hates fun."

Dick says with a shrug. Bruce always tells him he rambles a lot while in costume, but in comparison to the boy's more silent nature while out of his suit it's considered a reprieve.

Dick pauses at the question, humming and walking around the stranger a little, circling them and seeming to assess things. Though it more so looks like the kid is just looking them over with a very focused pout on his face.

"Okay, I can protect you while he's gone!"

He says, putting his fists on his hips and grinning a little at the idea.

[tru-neutral-good]

"Maybe." they state, nodding at the kids ramble. "He sounds pretty lame." They agree, totally trying to not make it seem obvious that they met b before. To be fair, getting punched in the face by a man dressed up like a bat is pretty lame.

They let out a surprised chuckle at the kids insistence of protecting them, but doesn't want to break the illusion. They left all that shit behind for a reason, it'd be a nice change of pace to need protecting.

"Cool." They state, moving to sit at their work bench, shuffling through the plastic take out bag, procuring a small fistful of fortune cookies.

"You like fortune cookies?" they ask. "Miss Chen allways gives me like fifteen."

[tru-neutral-good]

@anightlywing gets a reformed assassin for magically de-aged Dick

---

They were waiting out the weird fight outside, one was a magic user and that's a real testament to when shit was fucked in Gotham. Theyve been hit with their fair share of weird magic and now in their retirement theyre not gunna go out of their way to get hit again.

So sitting in the mechanic shop, eating their takeout in the bright warm lights, they hear a thud, before one of the unlocked bays open slightly then close. "Fuck." Vera sighs out, shifting to get off the workbench and grab their flashlight.

Seeing a tiny robin was not their first expectation.

Seeing the outdated uniform was also abit... weird. last they checked Bats had added knee pads a long time ago, and ya kno. pants.

"For a vigilante you're pretty conspicuous."

"what are you doing here?"

[anightlywing]

Dick is confused. He opens his eyes and looks around, not sure where he is at all or how he got here. He was with B before, but something weird happened and now he's here.

He's a small boy, barely 4 feet tall and around 8-9 years old based off looks. He yelps a bit at the flashlight in his face, shielding himself a little and pouting.

"I don't even know what that means."

Dick says in response, frowning. He stands up, dusting himself off a bit and looking at the person who seems to have found him as well as his surroundings. This is weird.

"I dunno...I can't remember. I was with Batman though, then things got all weird and I ended up here."

He says, tugging on his cape. He tries to access them, look for any threats if there are any, but his confusion outweighs his training and really he's not that good at this stuff yet anyways.

[tru-neutral-good]

“It means easy to find. Easy to point out.” Vera unclicks the button on the flashlight, turning it off and putting it back in one of the many pockets on their mechanic uniform.

The kid is only a foot and a couple inches shorter than them, and as soon as Vera puts two and two together, things start making a lot of sense.

They had a run in with Batman and his Robin before, and had learned most of the intel that Red Room had on the vigilantes, and the little one infront of them was a carbon copy of the first one.

Maybe the magic… took the aged robin, and made him younger?

All of these thoughts move past their eyes with little change in their expression. “Oh.” Sighing out a long line of swears in polish, they move to look back at the kid.

“You wanna like. Wait here, until he comes back?”

[tru-neutral-good]

@anightlywing gets a reformed assassin for magically de-aged Dick

---

They were waiting out the weird fight outside, one was a magic user and that's a real testament to when shit was fucked in Gotham. Theyve been hit with their fair share of weird magic and now in their retirement theyre not gunna go out of their way to get hit again.

So sitting in the mechanic shop, eating their takeout in the bright warm lights, they hear a thud, before one of the unlocked bays open slightly then close. "Fuck." Vera sighs out, shifting to get off the workbench and grab their flashlight.

Seeing a tiny robin was not their first expectation.

Seeing the outdated uniform was also abit... weird. last they checked Bats had added knee pads a long time ago, and ya kno. pants.

"For a vigilante you're pretty conspicuous."

"what are you doing here?"

[tru-neutral-good]

They’re so baby girl! [I say as they both have a very deep distrust of each other] @batty-old-man

[batty-old-man]

Bruce furrows his brows, taking in the man’s appearance. It was odd, usually he either had nightmares or didn’t dream at all. Perhaps he was getting sick?

“Who are you?” He questions, trying to decipher where he might know the man from, but not coming up with any familiarity.

[tru-neutral-good]

There's a laugh as he smiles fully. "Should have known you would say that." he says as an aside to no one in particular.

"I am the outsider." He gestures to his robes as if that would be enough to tell him who he is. "I am darling Hazels patron." there's a small gust of wind, and the snowfall that has been mild at best, seems to deepen, cutting off most view of the scenery outside the man and the cover of the porch. "They're inside, if youd like to see them."

[mythprompts]

PROMPT: send 👐 to cradle my muse's face. (if you cannot see the emoji, simply send cradle.)

[rustedrobin]

"They-I'm not supposed to be on patrol anyways so they're probably happy that I'm not there anymore. But I-I'll get out of your hair" He says as he pulls himself to his feet, leaving the food he had just gotten. He knew it was too good to be true. They didn't want him here, the offer of food was just a tease.

[tru-neutral-good]

Sunyoung intercepts him masterfully, gently laying a hand on his chest, standing tall. "Sit down and eat." they sound firm, probably abit too firm, but they cock their head to one side and give him a small crooked smile. "Please?"

They can totally see this coming off as threatening. More often than not they were. but the 'being a civilian' with 'a non threatening personality' was something learned slowly.