Im probably never gonna write this because i can't write to save my life, sooooooo I'm just gonna brain dump some of the ideas onto Tumblr!!!!!
Loosely based of AO3 user https://archiveofourown.org/users/Present_Mom/pseuds/Present_Mom Dusks and Dawns (Ups and Downs) fics
First of all Yuji gets saved by Geto and meets his Grandpa before he dies a few months later!
I'm not a monster and let his only family member currently alive miss the opportunity to see him!
Curse users kidnap Yuji when he was a baby or toddler.
The cursed user could be ones trying to make a powerful curse using a non sorcerers body with no cursed energy at all as a shell to hold it.
Or they worked with Kenjaku who is currently in kaori's body wanted them to test out how Yuji would handle cursed objects in preparation for Sukuna not knowing Yuji would just absorb the cursed techniques or I might just make it where he absorbs the cursed energy but it's sealed until he eat Sukuna's finger.
Kenjaku of course fucks off for a while coming back occasionally to check up on Yuji giving him that sweet sweet trauma of thinking his mom had him just to experiment on, unknowingly getting real close to the actual truth before he even meets another sorcerer.
The curse users lock him in a cage and feed him cursed objects or sealed curses.
He only gets to eat a plain sandwich after he eats the cursed object or sealed curse for the day three meals a day type.
Geto eventually finds out about Yuji by accident because a Curse user took one of the curses he was going to collect and absorb was taken by this clearly non sorcerer society affiliated Sorcerer.
Unknowingly to the cursed users Kenjaku popped by while they were gone and dropped a sealed sukuna finger in front of Yuji.
The massive flare of cursed energy from Sukuna's awakening plus the practically insane amount of cursed energy being unlocked by Yuji draws both Geto's and Gojo's attention the former having tailed the cursed user while the latter was across Japan.
Yuji is semi conscious from near starvation when Geto breaks him out he isn't physically strong right now because he hasn't eaten alot of curses in awhile.
He still somehow has a six pack starvation be damned for that boy.
Geto nearly kills all the curse users before he just grabs Yuji and runs him back to a hospital affiliated with his cult.
One curse user manage to unlock RCT and celebrates before they turn to their right and see the white bandage clad face of Gojo Satoru!
Gojo "questions" the curse user read: (brutalizes the curse user making them wish they didn't learn RCT.) after he sees the cage with blood in it and smelt that Geto was here.
Gojo gets the rundown on the situation that doesn't involve a cursed finger thank God!
Gojo calming leans towards the making a perfect ninety degree angle with his body while silently looking at the curse user.
We don't see what he does the curse user after that.
Now we have protective Gojo and Geto fighting for custody of a oblivious Yuji who just found out what a fridge is!
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In the interest of making Mark suffer, what if the first time he ever met Robin was in the Reboot timeline?
...It is fun to make him suffer. And I haven't touched the Reboot much so-
For a few minutes there, Mark was sure this was one of the hardest things heâs ever had to do in his life. That each word spilling out of him in the fucking- awful explanation, was breaking him in a way he didnât even know was possible.
Then Robin looks over at him, and asks, âWhen are you going back?â
ââŚBack?â His lips are numb around the shape of it.
âYeah.â She shrugs one shoulder, his shirt slipping further down it. She pulled it on after theyâŚIt was too late, but he had to tell her the truth. Heâs sat on the edge of her bed, and sheâs next to him, and she smiles a little under his stare. âSounds less dramatic than âending this.ââ
âIâm not- Robin.â He turns to her, grabbing her hand and god, he shouldnât. He shouldâve never come here. He never shouldâve met her, but heâŚhe did. Here, he did, and she made everything- better. Whenever he was around her, it was better, and he almost couldâve lived with it.
Except when heâs alone, and he thinks about Terra. His daughter, whoâll never exist here. If Mark stays, heâs erasing her from existence - heâs killing her. He canât. He justâŚcanât.
Then, the alien glow worm showed up again. He found out it was a choice.
He made his choice. But he had to see Robin first, tell her the truth - all of it, every rotten piece - except he showed up at her apartment, he saw her andâŚIt feels like he used her. It feels like the moment he kissed her, he couldnât stop what followed. He didnât want to stop.
âI want to stay with you,â he says in a rush, and he should be used to the guilt by now. Feeling sick with it so fucking often. âI do. I really-â He hesitates, because he hasnât said it yet. He held off even once he knew heâd betrayed Eve so completely. But if this is his only chance- âI love you. I-â
âStop,â she says, and he winces.
But she doesnât look angry. Or like she doesnât believe him on the whole crazy story he just told her. And as nonchalant as she is - and heâs honestly jealous of it a lot of the time - she did look surprised when he first said he was from the future, before she seemed to accept it scarily fast.
âQuit making this harder on yourself.â Robin nudges her knee to his, her hand shifting to hold his back. âIâm not gonna add to your guilt trip, âkay?â
He wishes she would. He wishes she was anything but calm and steady andâŚquietly fond, as she looks at him. Like he isnât about to let so many people die, just to save his daughter.
Like he isnât about to erase everything he has with Robin, without even knowing if sheâs alive in his world.
âBesides, I donât trust this balance keeper of yours,â Robin continues. âHow dâyou know this isnât all some dream sequence it cooked up to keep you here, so your mind doesnât fight back while it-â She pauses, seeming to consider exactly what the alien glow worm could want with him. Then she shrugs again. âDoes whatever cave-dwelling wriggly lightshows do.â
Despite everything, Mark smiles weakly. âI know because of you.â
She laughs softly, and his heart skips a beat. âSmooth. Wasting your charm on me, ace, but that wasnât half bad.â
âAnd you said I sucked at flirting.â
âOh, you do. Different arenas, just some overlap.â
She pulls her hand away from his, and for a second he thinks, this is it, sheâs not as okay as sheâs pretending to be, and maybe sheâll finally treat him like he deserves.
Instead, he swallows hard as she straddles his lap, abruptly aware he only put his boxers back on. Nothing else. Totally naked otherwise, and boxers are pretty thin.
âWhat- Whatâre you doing?â he stammers like heâs actually a teenager again, flustered over having a pretty girl show any interest in him. If heâd met Robin back when he was seventeen, eighteen-
âDecisionâs made, so no more feeling bad about it,â she says as if itâs so simple. But she cups his cheek, brushes his hair back from his face with a gentleness that makes his eyes sting, and heâs crying again.
He wishes everything was different. He wishes he could fix this. âIâm sorry.â
âI know.â She sighs and pulls him in, and he hides against her neck. Clutches at her as tight as he can without hurting her. Sheâs human. She lives on Earth, and sheâs human, and she could be dead when he leaves.
âIt isnât your fault,â she says, and he scoffs, wet and pathetic. âFuck off, it isnât. Even if this whole universe collapses - you didnât do this. You didnât choose to be here. I donât blame you for wanting your kid to live and to get back to her, and youâre an idiot if you feel guilty over it.â
âGuess Iâm the biggest idiot ever,â he mumbles, and he hates himself for trying to memorise how she feels in his arms.
The smell of her, the sweat still drying on her skin. The way she yanked at his hair as he tasted her, didnât move from between her legs until she ordered him to fuck her, and for a while, he forgot about everything else. It was just the two of them.
Itâll just be him, soon.
âYeah, you are,â she says, and her fingers are light in his hair now, rubbing at his scalp in slow, tender sweeps, and if he wasnât already crying, this wouldâve pushed him over the edge. If he wasnât already getting hard, the shiver of heat down his spine would get him there, too.
âEverything will work out,â she promises. âSo we canâŚmake the most of tonight, if you want? Before you go.â
Jabberâs relationship with Mankira is deeply platonic, theyâre like deranged twin freaks. meanwhile Zankaâs relationship with Lovely Assistaff is borderline sexual and definitely has a romantic tinge to it.
youâd see Jabber and Mankira holding hands, skipping around searching for a beating and new poisons, then Zankaâs walking around hand gripped around Lovelyâs waist (like, nobodyâs taking her from you, mate, relax, sheâs all yours) and her arm curled around his shoulder, like a clingy couple.
both Jabber and Mankira see how they are together and are seething with jealousy.
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satoru who kenjaku himself mocked because he couldn't let shoko deal of suguru's body herself. satoru, who, despite his insistence on sparing shoko from that pain, ended up making shoko deal with his body herself despite all his previous efforts to make sure she wouldn't have to go through another haibara.
suguru, who came to shoko first. suguru, who keeps around a lighter for her despite his defection.
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Whenever Lois and Selina are in the same city, they're bound to go for lunch or a coffee just to chat or catch up. If either Clark and Bruce tag along? They're dealt with swiftly.
Clark: This is nice. The four of us together.
Lois: Did you finish editing that article? About LexCorp defunding their dental programme?
Clark: Um
Lois:
Clark: Well, I can head out and finish it. I can meet up with you later, I guess?
Selina: Sounds good.
Bruce: I know what you're doing. You can just tell us that you two want to-
Selina: *removes case file from her hand bag*
Bruce: *takes case file and moves to a different table*
I've had a couple of Robin!Dupli-Kate asks and thought I'd play out how Robin might use a power like that, just on a day-to-day basis.
Which of course ends up entirely messed up (and Robin's usual leeyway on canon powers when her own aspects can interfere).
âWakey-wakey, eggs and shakey!â
âPretty sure itâs âeggs and bakeyâ,â you say, while putting the second kidney into the organ transport box.
You-four is passed out on the surgical table and almost done with, and you-five switches out the blood bags once the current one fills up. You-six duplicates while holding an empty bag, both you-six and you-seven tossing them onto the stack, before you-seven joins you-three in the âwhat random subject are we learning about todayâ zone in the corner of your lab.
âNah, itâs shakey,â Rex says from the doorway, though he grimaces as he strolls inside. âThisâll never not be creepy. Couldnât you at least get Robot to steal your organs instead? Itâs just plain wrong to see-â He gestures to where youâre carefully extracting you-fourâs right lung â-this horrorshow. Dâyou think you might have some self-hatred going on?â
âDonât we all?â
âGood point.â Despite his complaints, he peers curiously into you-fourâs near-empty chest cavity. The heart is still pumping slowly, but you-two has stepped in to manually do that to get as much blood out as possible. Well, without just turning you-four upside down and draining you into a few buckets, but Eve banned you from doing that after the last time. Seems thereâs a level of too morbid, even for your bad habits.
Though, come on. Theyâre good habits. Youâve saved more lives with these donations than Teen Team, Fight Force, and Capes Inc combined. Really, if you were a genuine hero, youâd do this full time instead of keeping one or two on the go while the rest of your clones are occupied.
But like. Thatâd be boring, so no.
Itâs also why you havenât left your clones - dead or otherwise - in the GDAâs capable hands. Fuckers didnât see your potential while they had you under their control, so why the hell should they benefit now? Also, they kept trying to recreate you and Paul, which is just weird. Only you two can recreate you and Paul. Duh.
Huh, you should check if heâs in the country. Heâll try to convince you to leave Teen Team and become a globe-trotting assassin again, but like you always say, you arenât ready for a villain arc yet. Whoâd even become the arch-enemy who tries to bring you back to the side of good? Rex?
âSo gross,â he says while poking at you-fourâs exposed rib.
You-two knocks his hand away from where youâre pumping the heart. âIâm almost done. Unless you wanna help?â
âIâll pass. Unlike some people, I donât play mad scientist in my spare time.â He wanders over to the Learning Zone instead. âWhatâre you nerds up to today?â he asks brightly, as if addressing a gaggle of toddlers in need for an early dose of bullying before they start kindergarten.
While you-seven tells him about the medical journal articles youâre catching up on, you follow the splits on your attention elsewhere.
When you watched the show and read the comic, canât say you put that much thought into how whatâs essentially a hivemind would function. Did it even come up much? Kateâs main thing seemed to be the whole, dying over and over - and yeah, that part sucks, sure. But youâre also all of your clones, all of you, at the same time. And not, a hint of separation where it becomes more about who you focus as, because-
The original? Not a thing. A clone can clone itself, so whatever âoriginalâ existed is long dead. The one you have hidden away - since duh, obviously you did that, and Paul even sourced you the untraceable cash for a snazzy getaway filled with comics, boxsets, manga and half-decent internet access - was made by the current you-one, but thereâs only a you-one because Teen Team think this is the actual you.
Itâs all a bit fucky. But hey, you make it work.
So, elsewhere-
Backups to backups, and the worldâs a big place, and you havenât found a block on range yet. Just the more of you there are, the moreâŚstrain is the wrong word. But it creates a building urge to cut down on the number, wrap your fingers around your bare throats if you have to. So.
Best to avoid getting to that stage - Paul doesnât keep his mini battalions around for long for good reason.
But helpful if youâre ever in a âstranded in another dimensionâ situation. All you can eat buffet on demand, baby. And you could probably keep going on blood for a while, since you do get a few general superhuman buffs, just not as much as the heavy-hitters.
Surgical gloves and apron stripped off, you-one joins Rex on the route to the kitchen while he chatters about a new chain reaction he wants to practice next time youâre in the field.
He passes you a stack of the coins he likes to use, and you clone yourself a couple times, then hand the new stacks back to him. You think it uses a little more energy to clone things other than your clothes, but you kinda just. Did it over and over and over until you got used to the spikes driving into the back of your skull. Now itâs pretty natural, as long as itâs nothing bigger than you are.
Cloning a motorbike so you could steal it absolutely fucked you up for days. Like, five of your clones killed each other, and one started hallucinating a never-ending fall. Weird day. Cool bike, though. Robot made you a fancier one more recently, but it was nice to have a classic for a while.
You-nineteen gets hit by a car, and you blink as you crack some eggs.
How did- Oh, just bad luck. Haha. You push yourself up and wave off the panicked driver, and thereâs a few gashes in your arm from the impact, but otherwise youâre not too banged up. You jog away before anyone else can freak out though.
Youâre in civilian gear in Chicago, a baseball cap low over your eyes and the daily grind of plot-surveillance at play. Pretty dull, but you have a laptop to mess around on in the various public spots you hang out in. A phone too, and you scroll through to check the alert.
A new hero calling himself Invincible is finally making a few, small waves. You hit like on the blurry clip of him punching a villain, and head over to one of Paulâs many safe houses to patch yourself up.
You also-
Fry up the eggs, pushing Rex away when he tries to sneak bacon out of the pan-
Flip the page of a comic issue, munching on doritos-
Keep running on the treadmill, because as long as one of you gets fitter, you all do-
Read until your head is spinning, pass the tablet over and switch to the surgical rota-
Check your notes, and wonder what youâll do when the plot really kicks into gear. If youâll do anything at all, when Dupli-Kate is barely a blip in the overall narrative.
Rex robin soulmate touch verse is probably going to be manhandlee so many times because of his role and identity in general. Imagine he gets all his soulmark excepr mainline mark from being attacked?
I think every evil invincible has to live with their soulmark being made from violence.
Handprints bruised on his wrist from markus trying to rip off, the knuckles impended on his sternum from omni, his calf stained by mohawk, his stomach punched by lenless, tyrant grabbing him the ribs, his arm crushed by sinister, on the side of his head is a large palm from prisoner trying to squish his head. Maskless on his ankle after he twisted it. I want to veilâs to be on his face from a slap or a punch because he covers his face - just having to hurt rex and immdeitaly regretting it.
Retro of course being choking. Main mark got easy by holding him and heâs basically reversed from the main mutual branding verse. His soulmark is fantastic, on the back of rexâs neck but it was born from saving him not hurting him.
Rex Robin probably finds fucking funny. The assholeness really comes out in this one and holds over their heads verbally but truthfully doesnât really care. He was ready to murder suicide which doesnât make any of them better because their soulmate is rex and a rex variant who far unhinged and terrible sense of fashion compared to their og rex.
MB and Rob!Rex is such a messy combo, I love it xD He at least would be a lot less likely to get wasteland-ed, thanks to mainline Mark being permitted to Best Boy it up in this AU.
Accurate read on R!Rex's reaction too. Robin's normal ability to be an asshole gets exacerbated by being raised in Rex's life, playing into the role until it became him, and the filter between what he thinks and says being looser due to that. Also, stealing Robvincible's coping mechanism of 'at least I'm hot' as yet another 'I've gotta keep it silly :))) or i'll go fucking insane :DDD'
Staring into the mirror, you whistle low and long. And not just because youâre a mega five star gacha hottie.
âI look like babyâs first tie dye,â you say as you twist to check out the splotches of colour on your side and bicep. The latter, you obviously have to do a quick curl for now youâre capable of it again.
Life is all about finding as many spots of joy as you can, even if man you ache a bunch still. A short period of R&R hasnât been enough to get this old motor chugging without a few stutters and fuuuuck that hurts, wow, should you be conscious now?
Like, youâre absolutely whining about it more than you usually would, but youâve gotta make these fucks feel guilty for doing this to you. Look how theyâve effected your glorious body! This is way worse than stretch marks and weight gain, come on.
Even besides the soulmarks, youâre all bruised and cut up like a Saturday night pizza at a frat party. Youâre not allowed to take the braces off your wrist, the other elbow, and your ankle even though youâre-
Sure, not fine, but overâŚfifty percent? Yeah. Youâre past that. You arenât coughing up blood, so definitely at least a sixty.
âOr a paintball victim,â you consider, fiddling with the waistband of your boxers. âExtra violent paintball. Ten v one, and not the fun kind.â
âWhat would be the-â Mark flushes, and he scrubs a hand over it. âDude. Seriously? How can you joke about- that?â
âAbout having an orgy with your evil alternative selves whoâre also my soulmates? How canât I joke about it, you should be asking. Not asking?â You give his shoulder a bracing pat, before figuring - fuck it, heâs yours now, and you already gave him the chance to downplay all this.
So youâre now morally obliged to step closer, watch the nervous flicker of his gaze down your chest, before his jaw firms as he looks at your face.
Ha, he totally wants you. Weeeird. But funny? Like, youâre still reeling from him confessing to a crush he apparently had before all the soulmate insanity.
Which, sounds fake but okay.
Heâs Mark Grayson - what the hell is he doing, crushing on you? There are better picks for a gay awakening. You used to be a complete jerk to him, even if it cooled off - warmed up? - once you were friends.
And now youâre soulmates. Itâs a goddamn riot.
âStop worrying,â you say with an eye roll, but soften it by leaning in and kissing his cheek. Just a light brush of your lips, no obnoxious smack like youâre tempted to give, and you hear the tiny catch in his inhale. âNow, help me back into the lionâs den. Iâm so hurt, Mark, I might burst into tears if you donât cradle me in your strong, muscular, manly arms-â
You yelp as he does, in fact, swing you up into his strong, muscular, manly arms.
The jostling is completely worth it for his cocky grin, which only falters when you wrap your arm around his neck and swoon against his shoulder.
âMy hero.â You kick your less fucked up leg - your calf aches from the grip Mohawk had on you, but nothing was broken like your other ankle - in delight, and wonder if anyoneâs listening through the gap in the doorway. Theyâre a bunch of nosey bastards, youâre finding. âOnward, noble steed.â
âWhatever you say, princess.â
âIf you wanted me to wear a pretty dress so bad, you could just ask instead of all this coy hinting. Iâm a flexible guy.â
âMaybe save showing off your flexibility for when you can walk on your own.â
âIâll take your suggestion under considerationâŚOkay, consideration complete. Discarded. I need to do my morning yoga routine, how else will I stay youthful and limber? Itâs the Rex Splode brand, Mark.â
âNot the explosions?â
âPlease, like the fans who follow my socials are in it for the explosions...Maybe some of them. I do score highly among pyromaniacs and people who jerk off to compilations of building demolitions.â
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I have an ask about Robin!Rex that also mentions some other isekai possibilities I'll likely follow up on, so for now! Another snippet to add to the isekai!canon character collection lol
You always knew you were gonna go out like this. So youâve no excuse for wishing it could be different, in the final hours before you kill yourself.
Because thatâs what it is. Dress it up as a heroic sacrifice all you like; even if you didnât have the advantage of a damn good guess at whatâs coming - muddled by hazy memories as it is, and one too many knocks to the head - a rose by any other name would smell as fucking sweet, and suicide is suicide.
âGet the hell outta here! Iâve got this.â You smirk, play the part youâve burnt yourself into. Day one edition, battered and bruised but good enough, you figure. Kept on track because what the fuck else were you gonna do. Serve a purpose, exit stage left.
Shit. You didnâtâŚ
Maybe you made a few minor changes, but câmon, you can blame it on like- character development if you want to. Make your death sadder, for that one episode, if you have closer ties with the ones who remain. You just didnât date Rae, since that felt cruel to do right before you were gonna kill yourself off.
Funny where the loose borders of right and wrong popped up. More toward the end, and your mechanical hand is clamped over the gouge on your side.
All alone now in the trampled base, and this variant Mark is right to call it stupid. Christ, did he have to look so much like the Mark of this world? Sure, the big-ass lenses look dumb as hell, and his colours are all faded out, but man. Just a sprinkle of salt on the wound, huh.
âYeah, I know. But Iâve gotta say - can you really call yourself Invincible when youâre taking this long to win? Or is your universe a few power levels short of a multiverse crossover?â
Shockingly, evil Mark doesnât take kindly to your critique.
âI saw this coming,â you manage a snicker when he lifts you into the air by your neck at the tailend of you last stand battle. Ouch. Dude has a firm grip, now heâs finally managed to grab you and hold on. Not pressing too hard on the artery though, or even your windpipe, so he must have practice.
âDid you?â This Mark is much better at the cold, kinda deadpan look. Must come with the launch day bonus on the evil edition. âThen youâre even dumber than the Rex in my world was.â
âA caseâŚcould be made.â
Fuck, alright. Arrived at the finish line. Letâs go out with a bang.
(Donât think about what you could do differently. Donât try, because it canât ever be worth it. Not for something like you.)
You reach down to your exposed rib and-
The immovable grip on your neck is ripped away, and you drop.
Years of playing hero twists you into a landing, but itâs a fucked up stumble of one, and you curse as you trip over a piece of Rudyâs armour and land on your ass. The impact ripples through every broken rib and your side is fucking gushing, even with your enhancements stifling the worst.
âWhat the fuck,â you groan. Did one of those morons come back to help you? No fucking way. They werenât in any shape for it, so who-
âRex! Shit, are you okay?â
Uh.
ThatâsâŚ
Mark is next to you, crouched with one knee on the ground, his hand on your back. This worldâs Mark, blue and black suit, lenses smashed at some stage and looking at you all- worried?
What? The? Fuck?
Your mouth finally figures out how to do words again, just to mumble, âYouâreâŚhere?â
He saved you. Heâs in the Teen Team base, and evil Mark is wobbling out of a pile of rubble on the other side of the room with a bloody nose, and not evil Mark is here. With you.
âRobot called, said you were in trouble,â he says quickly, and. Okay??? Robot, buddy, the hell man?? No trust with these people, Christ. Except- why did that work?!
Mark should be off, uh, with Eve? Maybe. Theyâre not actually dating here yet but you just kinda figured it was more of a slow burn sorta deal. And hey, they do need it for the endgame to have real weight, and this whole event could be a good way to push that development-
Not important.
âUh huh. Great timing, dude.â You pat his shoulder and wince when you leave a bloody handprint. âWhoops. Sorry.â
He doesnât seem too concerned. Not about that, anyway; his face is real worried when he looks at your side, and all the blood vacating the premises. This suit is totally fucked. Like, not as fucked as it was meant to be when you blew up your spine and all, but a dry clean wonât help this bad boy.
âJust- stay down, Iâll get you to someone who can help when Iâve dealt with him.â Ha, Markâs puppy dog eyes go real sharp now. Locked in and ready to rumble. Pretty hot, you wonât lie.
âBreak a leg,â you say as you slump back against part of the roof. Not exactly comfortable, but your body is begging for the chance to give up for a minute. Or hour. Or day. Maybe another coma, if you feel like treating yourself. âPreferably his.â
You consider it something of an accomplishment when his lips twitch into a small smile, before he jumps into the fight.
You pass out before you get to see who the victor is. But your moneyâs on your Mark.
I think the funniest Robin for Renegade Mark to be soulmates with is gda child soldier Robin. Just imagine everyone's reactions Rex freaking the fuck out cuz his buddie's soulmate is crazy strong. Cecil having a (completely internal undetectable) panic attack when Ren finally pulls himself away from Robin just long enough to ask Cecil why his soulmate is wearing a collar. Debbie getting to meet her super dangerous new son's soulmate. Main Mark wondering wtf is going on with this super strong version of him. This whole idea may or may not have been spawned by me wanting good things for gda soldier Robin. She definitely deserves someone op as fuck who will put her first and Ren is such a sweetheart đ.
I wrote a liiiittle bit of a potential first meeting for GDA detainee/soldier Robin and Ren xD
And here you were, thinking youâd been assigned a universe close to canon.
It was a fair assumption to make. So far, the only divergence was your inclusion, and you werenât exactly making waves. Part of that is deliberate, but the rest is a natural consequence of being under strict surveillance twenty-four/seven by people paid to be paranoid.
Sure didnât help them when it came to Omni-Man, haha. See, this is why they shouldâve made some proper headway on like, making you care and shit. Couldâve totally doneâŚsomething?
Letâs be real; any interference from the human element most likely wouldâve catapulted the lot of you into a much worse ending. At least on the current course, you know Earth makes it through with some dings and bruises (and a hell of a chunk taken out of the population), and it works out relatively alright.
For the next couple hundred years, anyway; canât remember if the Immortal situation was a closed loop style of time travel, or if itâs a diverting path. Fucking time travel. You love it as a plot, sure, but goddamn writers better than Invincibleâs have fallen into the trap of mucking up their own rules.
Best not to worry about. Youâll be long dead by them, anyway. In fact, you shouldâve been dead a few weeks back when you made the dumbass decision to join a cape fight.
Yeah, Cecilâs the one who sent you out there. But it was your choice to get your ass to where Rex was fighting. Not the Teen Teamâs base like you expected; nah, in all the chaos of the wildcard, the outskirts of an already shattered city played host to a cluster formed of the evil Invincibles remaining. Because their numbers had been very quickly cut down, one more dead every time you listened in on comms.
Christ. Didnât see this coming, did you.
You had a plan for the Teen Team base scenario. You had fuckall for this. Then, it turned out not to matter at all, and the irrelevance was such a fucking relief.
But itâs been weeks, and the mystery of the century hasnât headed back home. Heâs moved in with Debbie Grayson, and by all reports, theyâre getting along just swell. Youâve maybe snuck into surveillance a bunch, bribed the agents on duty with whatever works on them (hey, itâd be real lame to spend a decade as a GDA hostage and not make some dubious connections), and consistently wished you could get close so you could get a better sense of what the fuck is going on with this dude.
The universe has a sense of humour, because youâre in the field on cleanup duty the same day that Conquest drops in, and the Renegade Invincible decides to lend a hand.
You shove a chunk of rubble aside, grunting as your leg tries to decide if itâs gonna stay human or not. Huzzah, it stays flesh and blood, and aches like a bitch from the mild crushing.
You were pretty far from the initial impact zone, and you feel the reverberates of a battle cut short. Taste the blood which couldâve been spilt, and mourn the lack for a few shivering moments of almosts.
Then you get up, remove your helmet when the broken face guard proves a liability, and move towards the first screaming civilian you hear.
Comms remaining up means you just need to follow orders. Donaldâs flicker of relief when you confirm your status, his apology for not releasing the collarâs restrictions, your âDonât sweat it, dep,â as you bend a piece of rebar so a kid can be lifted from the wreckage, down a leg but up a lifetime of trauma.
Not your first disaster zone, and youâre joined by another squad and a few heroes within minutes. Yeah, itâs shittier because the area was already unstable and still had its fair share of rotting, splattered, sighing agony of corpses to discover, but there werenât too many fresh bodies around, compared to a cityâs worth.
A work crew was trying to salvage what they could of the electrical grid, and you push aside a digger now to get to the hole a bunch fell into. Youâre already in a crater, concrete shifting in gentle warning above your head. Maybe shouldâve grabbed a fresh helmet, but it isnât like you canât take a dent or two. Might do you good, ha.
Something in the pile-up gives in when youâre helping the fourth dusty, blood-stained worker out. You shove her away from the crunch-zone and settle in for your second collateral stomping of the day.
Instead, someone shields you from the collapse, and you blink at a t-shirt with Seance Dog front and centre. The colours are faded, and the design is more like the comic than the cartoon.
That limits the options on who this is, huh.
âThanks for the save, hotshot,â you say as you look up at an almost-familiar face.
He does look a lot like the Mark Grayson of this world. Just younger, pushing late teens with a softer jawline and less muscles bulking him up compared to Earthâs prime defence. Sure didnât make a difference when this twink went up against every other version of himself.
The blue eyes are distinct, but the shape is all Debbie Grayson, and-
Theyâre currently staring at you like youâre the most terrifying thing heâs ever seen.
âItâs really you,â he whispers while holding up the groaning ceiling of concrete and metal without a sweat, and the soulmark burns into your rib.
Oh.
Well, damn. You might get the chance to figure out his deal after all.
âŚWait, did you just tattoo âhotshotâ onto his chest? Whoops. If he decides to let the rubble drop on you now, you figure itâs pretty justified.
He doesnât.
Heâs justâŚstaring, and youâd stumbled back against a tilted slab when the area got unstable, so youâre just a bit trapped. Left to stare back at him, notice the total lack of breathing or blinking, as frozen as any statue if it werenât for how his gaze skates over your features. Unable to settle, frantic but uncertain, and you canât-
Heâs different. You can feel that much, despite how numb you are. Heâs as foreign an element in this world as you, and it chimes at some deep instinct you didnât know you had.
Youâre me, Iâm you, weâre us. We could be.
The soulbond is separate. That, you feel as the chain it is, much more permanent than then collar around your neck. It makes his closeness the most natural thing in the world, and the remaining space between you an offence.
Seconds, and itâs already breaking your fractured mind further, leaving you to bleed into him - and him into you.
âItâs me,â you confirm, and when you cup his cheek he makes this sound, a broken whimper you adore in an instant.
His eyes close and his lips tremble but he holds so, so still. The jolt of fascination is the vibrant heat of spotlights on a stage left empty for too long.
âI want to know everything about you,â you say, and itâs the most honest youâve been in this unwanted sequel of a life.