Ratcatcher of DC comics || dossier || rules

21+ only. mutuals only. canon divergent. written by holly (any pronouns, 30+)

verses for vampire the masquerade, marvel, and gotham by gaslight.

timeline || starters || prompts || opens || wishlist || scar map || otis's rats

System of Touch || Accepting!

Otis wasn't a fighter. Not in any formal capacity. He survived most dangerous encounters by being faster, more maneuverable, and knowing Gotham’s underground like the back of his hand. Being cornered was another story: he had his staff, a gun, he'd use his teeth if he had to… and that wasn't even taking the dozens of rats into account. 

Caden offering to teach him some more efficient hand to hand came as a surprise, but not one the Ratcatcher immediately turned down. (He'd ask about why later.) 

… but Otis getting himself to actually follow through with a block instead of dodging or ducking everything was harder than he thought— especially considering his sparring partner was a foot taller than him. 

Nonverbal Starters || Accepting!

Well… there went his evening's plans. His usual busking spot and the area around it was not only swarming with cops, but a few of their beastly dogs as well. It only took one of them sniffing in his direction to get Otis running back up the subway steps and out onto the sidewalk. 

He ducked into an alley and ran two streets north (narrowly missing getting hit by a car in one crossing) until he was nearing the next end, backing up with his violin case clutched to his chest and the rat on his shoulder nosing worriedly at his hood. 

His back hit a body and it damn near scared him out of his skin. He jumped and spun around, almost dropping the violin AND spooking the rat off his shoulder. But it was no uniformed cop behind him, just a random stranger. Otis let out a wavering breath, hands tightening around the case to try and stop their shaking.