overdrive.

 A    STEP    ABACK    ,    BRUCE’S    CONFUSION    IS    visible    not    only    in    his    expression    ,    but    his    body    language.    he’s    tense    and    it’s    difficult    to    disguise    it.    bruce    coughs    ,    awkwardly.    he    rolls    his    arms    as    casually    as    he    could    to    release    himself    from    the    grip    the    stranger    had    provided    him    with.    his    movements    are    methodical    in    an    attempt    not    to    cause    a    scene.    besides    ,    the    man    seems    to    be    harmless    and    happy.    his    charisma    doesn’t    seem    to    be    threatening.    it    could    be    a    misunderstanding    ,    bruce    wants    to    give    him    the    benefit    of    the    doubt    but    the    familiarity    the    other    is    attempting    to    radiate    is    pulling    sirens    in    bruce’s    mind    left    and    right.    the    mention    of    talia    urges    bruce    to    drag    the    other    aside.    that    wasn’t    a    name    you    could    throw    so    easily    in    bruce’s    presence.    ❝    how    do    you    know    her    ?    ❞

               𝐚𝐬    𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫    𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩    𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝    terry    eventually    accepted    the    distance    that    would    remain    between    himself    and    his    mentor    ;    but    it    wasn’t    easy.    the    legacy    of    batman    and    bruce    wayne    was    ingrained    into    him.    each    detail    ,    flaw    in    his    life    was    noted    by    terry    .    .    .    who    was    one    of    the    few    who    remained    by    his    side    during    his    strongest    moments    of    loneliness.    so    while    he    did    manage    to    accept    he    could    never    change    mr.    wayne’s    cold    demeanor    ,    his    presence    this    evening    seemed    colder    than    usual.     perhaps    it    was    his    lack    of    context    and    understanding.    assumptions    always    make    you    look    like    an    ass    terry    ,    you    should    know    better.    the    younger    gave    bruce    a    puzzling    expression.    he    stuttered    out.    ❛❛    because    you    told    me    about    her.    she    was    your    screensaver    in    the    batcave    it    took    me    ,    like    six    months    to    figure    out    how    to    change    it.    ❜❜    he    explained    as    clearly    as    he    could.    eyes    nearly    pleading    for    his    mentor    to    believe    him    ,    remember    him    if    need    be.    terry    sighed    ,    ❛❛    are    ---    are    you    okay    mr.    wayne    ?    did    the    lazarus    pit    make    you    go    nut    nut    ?    ❜❜

here’s the thing about bucky: he doesn’t like to be touched, especially by a stranger that he doesn’t know in a crowded space. he knows the last thing is on him, but he turns his back to look at who touched him, his fingers reaching out to stop their hands before he stops himself, he looks at the other with a raised eyebrow, looking at the sign before looking back at him. “dunkin donuts?” he asks, “i mean, they’re a pretty common coffee chain,” he looked down the street, “i’m pretty sure you can find another one about a block away.” 

          𝐚𝐭    𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬    𝐢𝐭    𝐰𝐚𝐬    difficult    for    terry    to    understand    that    not    everyone    shared    the    same    openness    as    himself    .    .    .    even    so    ,    he’s    quick    to    realize    the    other’s    discomfort.    he    apologized    promptly    shifting    his    hand    to    scratch    the    back    of    his    neck    instead.    terry    looked    up    at    the    sign    once    more    ,     ❛❛    yeah    i    bet.    ❜❜    his    response    is    soft    ,    insecure.    disguising    his    misplacement    in    this    time    period    only    grew    increasingly    difficult.     ❛❛    looks    a    bit    .    .    .    retro .    ❜❜    he    added    with    a    scrunch    of    his    nose.    ❛❛    everything    here    ,    actually.    looks    a    bit    .    .    .    old    fashioned.    ❜❜

“Dude, maybe you should keep that kind of toilet humor to yourself.” Vigilante held up a hand, as if physically stopping him would also stop his words from coming from him. Most people already shit themselves when they saw Adrian (because he was super cool and hot, or possibly the weapon that was pointed at them), but what happened to a man in the bathroom was sacred and holy, like going to church or eating a cosmic brownie for the first time.

“Stop posing hypotheticals to try and win my sympathy, motherfucker. I was born without any, so you got the wrong guy” Adrian leaned back in his weight, shifting into more of a fighting position. He was a stone-blooded, cold-hearted enforcer of vigilante justice, and this guy wasn’t going to try and play into his heartstrings. Adrian swung the sword and hard, aiming for the guy’s chest.

                  𝐢𝐭    𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞    𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭    𝐟𝐨𝐫    terry    to    disguise    his    irritation    ,    mostly    rooted    in    his    disbelief    that    such    person    could    exist.    the    hero    exhaled    a    long    breath    ,     ❛❛    you’re    unbelievable.    ❜❜    he    managed    to    mutter    out.    the    presence    of    the    sword    inching    closer    to    his    chest    only    fueled    his    annoyance.    dealing    with    such    behavior    in    the    suit    was    one    thing    ,    but    god    ---    he    just    wanted    to    enjoy    his    afternoon    without    interruption.    not    entirely    helpless    without    the    suit    terry’s    reflexes    outmatched    his    detective    skill.    focusing    on    his    defense    ,    terry    parried    the    sword    by    landing    atop    an    adjacent    mail    truck.    while    doing    so    he    taunted    ,    ❛❛    born    without    sympathy    ?    and    you    say    you’re    helping    people    ?    a    real    walking    contradiction    ,    huh    ?    ❜❜    sitting    comfortably    atop    the    mail    truck    ,    terry’s    defenses    are    still    on    red    alert.     ❛❛    if    you’re    going    to    kill    me    ,    do    it    stylishly    ,    yeah    ?    ❜❜

🃏 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 / @reshieldedstart​

art museums: the city was full of them. to any scoundrel, the walls of the museum of modern art were practically screaming for a heist… gambit was no exception. ❝ the starry night … magnifique , ❞ he mused, turning his head to the person beside him, ❝ i used t’teach art history … y’really can’t appreciate it until y’right up close . ❞ he leaned in closer to the famous painting, dangerously close to setting off the silent alarm.

                𝐢𝐟    𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞    𝐰𝐚𝐬    𝐚𝐧𝐲    𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬    of    the    neo    noir    world    he    was    torn    from    ,    it    was    the    absence    of    art    .    .    .    culture.    it’d    been    replaced    with    technology    ;    valuing    the    digital    age    rather    than    the    history    that    led    up    to    it.    terry    spent    quite    an    awful    amount    of    time    huddled    within    the    artistic    confides    of    the    museum    ;    absorbing    the    art    he’d    only    seen    in    the    books    stocked    in    the    wayne    manor’s    library.    terry    quirked    a    brow    ,    ❛❛    oh    ,    for    real    ?    ❜❜    terry    followed    the    other’s    league    underneath    the    assumption    that    it    was    okay    to    view    the    priceless    piece    closer    than    what    the    guard    rails    suggested.    ❛❛    magnifique    what    is    that    ,    italian    ?    ❜❜    he    added    while    extending    his    hand    closer    to    the    painting    ,    nearly    touching    the    piece.

         (  @reshieldedstart​  !  )     “  just play along  -  ”    she’ll  whisper into  the  other’s  ear  ,   before  grinning  at  them  .    “  you’re  here !  sorry  ,   loves  ,   my  friend  is  here  -  i  can’t  take  any  more  photos  .   i’ll  see  you  at  my  next  show ,   okay ?  contact  my  manager  for  tickets  —-  byeeeeee !  ”   and  she’ll  drag  [ YOUR MUSE ]  and  herself  away  from  the  crowd  ,   around  the  corner  until  it’s  finally  quiet  .     “  sheesh  ,   i  owe  you  one  .   you  like  boba  by  any  chance ?  i’m  parched  .  ”

              𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧    𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭    𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠    terry    was    entirely    used    to    but    that    didn’t    mean    he    didn’t    enjoy    it.    his    kind    smile    encouraged    a    camera    or    two    to    flash    and    he’d    be    sure    to    jot    that    down    in    his    memory    when    he    needed    a    confidence    boost.    he    followed    luna    towards    the    corner    ,    ❛❛    i’m    down    for    boba.    ❜❜    he    responded    quickly.    scratching    the    back    of    his    neck    ,    terry    grew    sheepish.     ❛❛    ugh    ---    who    are    you    by    the    way    ?    i    feel    bad    for    asking    but    .    .    .    i’m    a    little    new    around    here.    ❜❜

@reshieldedstart​

Vigilante was crouched behind a dumpster, waiting like an apex predator for the right moment to strike. For weeks, it’s been driving him crazy. There was a constant flow of people who just jaywalked across this busy street, with not a single care in the world as to how illegal that was. Like, rules existed for a reason, and if the cops weren’t around to do anything about it, then Vigilante would have to, as usual. Finally, after an hour of crouching and feeling his legs go semi-numb, he saw someone crossing the street when their light was obviously red, and better yet, they were coming towards him. Vigilante popped out from behind the dumpster.

“You know that’s illegal, right? Jaywalking?” Vigilante tried to sound as cool as he leaned against the dumpster. “Totally against the law. Major party foul.” Vigilante brought out one of the swords from his back. “Fortunately, I exist to stop schmucks like you from breaking the law all over this city. This is usually the part you start begging.”

                𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧    𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞    𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐡𝐢𝐬    career    as    batman    ,    terry    had    a    knack    for    sticking    his    neck    out    for    the    little    guy.    he    understood    the    sentiment    behind    wanting    to    be    perceived    as    a    hero    ;    not    exactly    in    the    self-fulfilling way    but    the    optimistic    desire    to    prove    that    people    weren’t    so    bad.    the    kindness    of    strangers    carried    more    importance    than    anything    batman    could    ever    do.    so    ,    there    was    a    good    chunk    of    terry    that    wanted    to    level    with    the    guy    but    another    much    larger    chunk    that    wanted    to    throw    him    into    the    dumpster    he    leaned    against.

@reshieldedstart​

“i fuckin’ give up on trying to get this thing to work,” bucky mutters under his breath. he had been trying to make a phone call for the past half-hour but everything on it had been running incredibly slow, (what he didn’t know was that his phone’s system was outdated hence why he could barely get any of the apps to work)​, he huffs a sigh trying again before his phone shuts down completely and blacks out. “it died on me,” he says to himself, so formal and sullen with an eye roll. next time i’m buying a flip phone, he thinks to himself, and then you hear the sound of the cat crying in it’s carrier, he looks down at the cat and sticks a gloved finger into the tiny hole, “what are you crying for?” another meow, and bucky thinks again, get in line. bucky had never been a fan of crowded spaces, much less the one’s that new york city often brings, he clenches his jaw turns around to check his back, it’s a strange thing that he still does, in a way trying to make himself smaller to the public, thinking that if he can hide himself with layers of clothing then he wouldn’t be someone recognizable. he had used to be so good at blending into a crowd but here he was forcing himself to try and be one with it instead of someone hiding against it. 

                𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡    𝐚    𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥    was    one    thing    ,    but    being    catapulted    back    in    time    was    another.    completely    underwhelmed    with    this    version    of    the    world    ,    terry    couldn’t    understand    the    sensation    behind    certain    trends    that    were    planted    throughout    the    city.    stark    industries    felt    antique    in    comparison    to    what    wayne-powers    and    foxteca    was    producing    on    a    daily    basis.    with    all    the    advancements    he’d    grown    accustomed    to    terry    couldn’t    understand    the    analog    technology    of    this    decade.    terry    leveled    with    the    man’s    frustration    with    his    device    and    contemplated    offering    his    own    if    the    man    truly    needed    it.    before    he    could    ,    terry    was    interrupted    by    the    cat.    eager    to    interact    with    the    animal    himself    he    suppresses    the    urge    and    maintains    his    position    in    line    for    .    .    .    coffee    ?    he    looked    up    at    the    sign    ,    it    was    a    bit    charming    to    see    a    sign    that    wasn’t    led.    he    tapped    the    man’s    shoulder.     ❛❛    hey    man    ,    you    ever    had    anything    from    this    place    ?    it’s    my    first    time.    ❜❜

(    nam    joo    hyuk.    twenty    eight.    he    /    his.    cis    man.    )    are    you    a    hero    ?    something    tells    me    that    a    neo    noir    cityscape    ,    a    packed    nightclub    flooded    with    a    heavy    bass    ,    a    worn    leather    jacket    make    you    who    you    are    :    terrence    “terry”    mcginnis    wayne.    with    the    powers    of    martial    arts    ;    you    sure    have    a    jovial    and    disobedient    personality    ---    and    you    definitely    belong    to    unaffiliated.    were    you    listening    to    pick    it    up    by    famous    dex    on    your    way    to    the    subway    ?    it    suits    you.    we    can’t    wait    to    see    what    you    do    next    !    (    @reshieldedintro​    )

꙳        ⋆         ⌕.        𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠    .    .    .    statistics. 

━     𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.    terrence    “terry”    mcginnis    wayne.    

━     𝐚𝐠𝐞.    twenty    eight.

━     𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦.    nam    joo    hyuk.

━     𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦.    nam    joo    hyuk.

━     𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐭.    martial    arts.    peak    human    condition.    

━     𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.    batman.

━     𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.    warren    and    mary    mcginnis    (    mother    ,    father    )    /    matt    mcginnis    (    brother    )    /    bruce    wayne    (    biological    father    through    genetical    engineering.    )

━     𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜.    tbd  ;)

━     𝐰𝐢𝐤𝐢.    here.