Dispatch x Lucky!Reader <3
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Lucky!Reader! You got pretty used to not having you superpower taken seriously. People thinking your joking, saying your power isn't real. What can you do with being lucky.
Turns out robbing a bank is pretty easy! Highly recommended!
Yep. You robbed a bank. Multiple actually. You gave up on trying to be a 'hero'. Had enough of people belittling you to your face about something you were honestly proud of. I mean, who can say they normally never carry money on them anymore. Always finding 20$ here, 10$ there. It got to the point you didn't even have to look for it. Plus, it always ended up being enough for lunch.
And that's not even the best part of your power. Late to a meeting? All of a sudden traffic is clear. Need a drink on a hot day? Free one from the vending machine. Not to mention the amount of people that buy you free snacks or drinks just cause they had a "good day today"
You were sick of everyone telling you your power didn't count. So you decided to test your free will. For awhile it was working pretty well. The plan was simple. Find bank. Walk to bank when its closed. Coincidentally the lock was open. The cameras where all off! And the safe might as well presented itself to you on a silver plate.
You then take your goods. And leave. Simple! Your powers pretty great. Granted, it has it's limits. You only have so much reserves everyday. Like a cup that eventually gets refilled after some time. For small stuff like catching the bus. Doesn't take up your reserves. Robbing a bank? Welllll, your normally had enough to take you to your nice warm bed.
Normally you can go about your usual commute without breaking the bank. Hehe. Get it? Bank- ok nevermind. Moving on. Normally you simply don't overuse you power like normal.
But it seems luck ran out today. You reallyyyyy didn't wanna wait in line for your coffee. And you realllyyyy cant afford to be late for work. So you may have used your power a teensy bit more than you should have. When your about to walk out of the bank, pink duffel bag flung over your shoulder filled with money. You can't really be surprised when you see a blond blazer standing outside with a pretty pair of silver cuffs a slight grin of amusement at how casuallyyou were about to walk out.
"If i said i just found this-"
Thats how you ended up in a jail cell at 2:36AM on a Thursday. You would try use your powers to escape. But with how closely blond blazer has been standing near your cell. You dont think You'd get very far.
Honestly you didn't think you'd become a big enough deal that they sent a high ranked hero like her. You dont really know if you feels proud? Since you technically the villan of the story right now? But it feels kinda good to get acknowledged. Then again. You'd been slyly keeping up with this rouse for years. Surprised it took them so long.
You kinda wanna brag, but between a superhuman who seems to sigh everytime she glances towards your cell, muttering something about paperwork and overtime and a chief of police who grinds his teeth everytime you so much as breath to loud. Your not sure whose patience to test.
After spending a few weeks in jail, atoning for your crimes. You discover jails not for you. The communal showers. The shitty food. The horrible smelling toilets. Yeah this life ain't for you.
So you escape. Blonde Blazer caught you. You escape again! She finds you again...Turns out third time wasn't the charm. And so on and so on.
Weirdly enough you two grew kinda close over the weeks. Having the occasional chit chat before she once again catches you before you flee the country.
"How is it you always get caught right at the airport?"
"Takes a bit of luck to escape the prison. Then i get hungry. I realise i need some money, and by the time i get there, they realised my id was fake.
"Wanna join this new project im working on?"
And thats how you end up on the z-team. Their loud, crazy bunch. You've got an assassin. Bat boner. Mr Strongman. A midget. A living flashlight. A crazy chickwho turns invisible and probably laughs when kids cry. A stone! And a LITERAL DEMON.
Bet hey, this is 2025. Who are you to judge if some folks are...weird.
That was a week ago. And you were wrong. These people are batshit crazy. And your pretty sure your gonna die anytime now.
"Hey team, this is your new member. Y/n. Be nice, it will go in your reports."
You can't help but atare at blonde blazer as if it feels like she just threw you into a den of sharks. Honestly, when she first pitched the idea to you, you wanted to laugh in her face and call her mad but jail sucks, like really sucks. So here you are.
A certain hothead speaks up before any of the new information gets processed. "Bitchhhh, are you that kid that robbed all those banks. Thats fucking cool." You want to reply but your jaw practically hangs open at his outfit.
"Does your HR have any semblance of rules or -" Before you finish a blast of fire gets sent you way, a loud beeping sound emerging before the sprinklers come on. Dousing the flames in water before it even gets a chance to hit you, the walking fireball gets drenched as he stands below the sprinkler that just turned on. His long ponytail lying flat on his back as his eye twitches.
A whistle lets out as the hot, demon? Lady speaks up, chuckling with a guy who seems to be half bat. "Dude. That was fucking cool"
"Now this is a business opportunity. Is it transferable? Hi, im sonar. Harvard graduate."
"Literally, no one asked you, bat boy. Hey girl. You obviously know who I am—Prism, the main event. Im like the best hero here."
Many voices speak to you at once. Before you can reply, a woman slightly taller than you appears right next to you, making you jump.
"Great. Another recruit for the hallway monitor squad. Look, Y.N., let's skip the PR-friendly introductory speech. Names invisigal. Keep your habds to yourself and we'll do fine."
"Another little human to join or team! Joyus. My name is phenome-"
"Hi there, Lace! Names punch-up. " You look down to see a small muscular man, no taller than your waist. Maybe jail was a safer choice-
"Golem. Welcome to the team." Okay so. That is a rock. Are you going ceazy? Or? You know what. At this point, you doubt much can surprise you.
At this point you look towards blonde blazer with a pleading eye, surely this isn't yourrr team. Right? Right!? "Whelp. Uhh y/n this is z team. Welcome aboard. Don't die"
Wait. what was that last part-
"Hi im Robert Robertson. I'll be your new dispatcher. Welcome to the team." He offers you his hand, in which you reluctantly take. Atleast someone here is. Relatively normal.
That was until a loud voice speaks up from the background. "Ya, no one cares Bobby! My hair is wet thanks to this fucker!" Flambe shouts, a light flame in his hand as he tries to dry his hair.
"Uhh you attacked me? This power mostly moves on instinct-"
"-How about you learn to stop picking fights flambe, no one cares about you hair." OK, so maybe Robert isn't as tame as you thought.
"Why, you wanna lose more teeth?"
You here the rest of them chanting in the background, FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. The woman whose name you believe is prism, already holding her phone to record. With the bat guy hosting a betting station in the corner.
This is a superhero team?
Soooo, you take that back. Everyone here is insane. Crazy. Weirdos. Blonde Blazer must have put you on the wrong team. You just need to go to her calmly-
"WHAT! ...Ahem. Sorry but uh. WHAT!?"
"I did tell you this project is about reforming ex-criminals. Which you technically are. We still haven't managed to give back all the money you took."
"It's not my fault i spent it." You see her shoot you a stern look as you say those words. Maybe you take a tiny bit of the blame. Money really does buy happiness.
She sighs before continuing. "Besides, im certain we only managed to recover 40% of all your crimes. So i suggest you use this time to reform and pay your debt."
It's closer to 25. But whose really counting? The point is, your lucky they only caught you that one time and the rest of your charges are from escaping jail.
So now your walking in for your first day of work with a big smile on your face like your happy to be there.
"Okay everyone, team meeting. We're doing an ice breaker." Robert announces at the head of the table. Staring right at you. "Blazer introduced you but now its time for you to say some words. Besides dousing flambe."
You hear a few chuckles across the room as he says those words. Flambe sitting in the corner with a grimace.
"Hi. My name is y/n. Uhh. Im here because they caught me during a bank robbery. Uhh. My powers luck."
There's a moment of silence after you introduce yourself.
Malevola is the first person to speak up. "Thats a pretty cool power dude. You turn that shit on and off or?"
"How you gonna let them catch you robbing a bank? They sent you here for that?" Prisim speaks to next. Tapping on her phone as she glances at you.
Coupe stands quietly in the background. "Just one? How juvenile."
That one you can't even disagree with. They did technically only catch you stealing from ONE bank.
"How'd they even let you on the team. Do you even count as a criminal?" Sonar and malevola walk in from a portal together.
Honestly, their reaction kinda surprises you. You sorta expected to get laughed at a bit. Having good luck as a power? Doesn't really garner a warm reception. Even flambe seems indifferent to what happened yesterday, giving you small glances in between filling his nails.
Weirdly enough you feel, respected.
Malevola chimes in. "I mean having luck is pretty cool but-"
Invisigal appears right next to you unannounced. "-Snagged this ones file from blazers office. They suspect her for like 87 robbery cases. Cleaned out like 30% of banks in the area. And she escaped from jail like 16 times."
"AACK!" You jolt as she appears before you. "You need to stop doing that. Amd technically, i was only charged for one robbery so-"
Flambe whistles from another corner of the room. "Damn bitch, 30%. No wonder they sent you here."
Punch up quickly pipes up from the news. "Aye, i think i saw this ones work on TV. Thats some luck."
Coupe sends you a nod of approval. "Impressive. Do you take requests?"
"Okay! Lets stop that. Everyone. Shut the fuck up. This is a team meeting and-"
Sonar interrupts. "No one cares bobby! About those requests."
All of a sudden. Multiple voices are crowding you at once. Their all pretty crazy. But, maybe being a hero won't be so bad. Plus, those many, many debts you owe to different banks. Your gonna be here for awhile...
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Thank you to those who were patient with me! This was honestly a pretty long fic surprisingly. Im definitely considering a part 2, so let me know! Sorry for those who voted for frat jjk. Still working on it.
