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A/n: Requested by @crazyboy123n. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!
You first meet Blazer when you run into a group of thugs robbing an electronics store. Despite having no powers, no fighting skills, no backup and shaking like a leaf, you still try to take them on...which ends about as well as you'd expect.
Just when you think it's all over for you, a blonde woman flies in from the sky and single-handedly takes them all down with ease. She notices you on the floor, curled up into a ball, and reaches out a hand to you. When you're still too scared to take it, she crouches down and gently pulls you into a hug, assuring you you're safe.
When you finally calm down enough to stand up again, she takes you out for a drink at a nearby bar. When she asks why you didn't use your powers during the fight, you inform her you don't have any, but that you didn't want to do nothing and let the criminals get away scot-free.
At first, she scolds you for doing something so reckless without any powers or training, for which you profusely apologise. However, she then compliments you for doing something so brave, even if a little foolish, causing you to blush and look away. Despite your attempts to hide the blush, she still notices it...and finds it rather cute.
After you finish your drink, she offers to fly you home in her arms, even if you're sober enough to get home safely by yourself. As she drops you off at your house, she gives you the number for dispatch for a future emergency, and her personal number for a future date.
She gives you a wink before flying off, leaving you blushing outside your house. After spending several minutes trying to come up with what to say for your first message to her, she quickly responds. You two talk late into the night, and agree to a date after her next shift.
The following Monday, you meet her at her office at dispatch, shyly handing her a bouquet of flowers. She smiles as she takes the flowers from you, giving you a kiss on the cheek in return. You blush at this, which causes her smile to widen as you two exit the building.
You ask her where she'd like to go for the date, and she tells you she knows a place, if it's ok with you. You agree, and she carries you up in her arms once more, flying you to a restaurant.
Blazer is immediately surrounded by fans. Seeing you get overwhelmed, she kindly asks them to back away, informing them that she'd like to be left alone for her date.
As you two eat, she tries to make conversation with you, though you only seem able to respond in short, quiet sentences. Despite this, she seems to enjoy the date, as she's quick to ask you on another one, this time asking you to meet her at her house.
At the agreed upon date and time, you stand outside her house, building up the courage to knock on the door. Pushing aside the worry that you might be at the wrong place, you knock on the door, and out steps Blazer.
Only, rather than being in her usual superhero attire and her famous blonde hair, instead a brunette in a black dress stands in the doorway.
"B-Blazer?"
"Yes, only...my name is Mandy. I hope you're not too disappointed?"
"...Y-You're even more beautiful than I imagined."
She smiles at you and places a hand on your cheek, kissing you on the lips. Your face turns the brightest shade of red, but you don't pull back until she does.
"In that case, shall we get going?"
Too flustered to answer verbally, you instead nod your head repeatedly. Mandy smiles at this, and the two of you walk to your date spot, hand in hand. Your relationship only deepens from there. Whether or not you allow her to reveal her relationship with you to the public is up to you.
If you ever tell Blazer that you want to be a hero even without powers, she'll gladly introduce you to Robert. Due to not being born with any powers either, Robert learned a lot of hand-to-hand combat and other skills, which he'll teach you when you're both free at Blazer's recommendation.
Even if you don't want to be a hero, Blazer will love you either way, and she'll happily tell anyone this that dares question her relationship with you, stating that even if you're not a hero and don't have any powers, you're just as good a person as any other.
There's apparently a dedicated costume department on the second floor. Are they clothing the Z-Team? Is there a professional banging their head on the wall knowing Flambae is running around two millimeters away from a nip-slip and resulting PR incident in a suit of his own design instead of coming to them? How much of the budget goes towards replacing Sonar's suits after he shreds them transforming?
Mr. Whiskey's bottle of whiskey:
"JAKE RODKIN'S New Very Good WHISKEY- BETTER THAN YOUR NEIGHBOR JAKE DONALD SPECIAL VERY SEXY TASTY"
I feel like "Jake Donald" is their proxy name for Jack Daniels despite stealing their label design with another name. Idk it's just very entertaining to me somehow. "Very sexy tasty" is also a new vocal stim waiting to happen.
Certificate in the bullpen:
"CERTIFICATE Clean Building Excellence SDN BUILDING"
... Okay so what you're telling me is that Waterboy working overtime on janitorial duty was actually him working to uphold a significant standard that was recognized officially at least three times over... somebody show the janitorial staff more love. If they're cleaning Sonar's guano out of the parking lot on the regular and still getting these awards, they're clearly doing an incredible job.
Chase's notes to himself:
"Don't forget! -check the station -buy a new bed for the dog..."
"don't forget to clean out the thing in fridge the next [...]"
Okay firstly: Chase, what is "the thing"??? what kind of food crime has been committed in that fridge? And he was locked the fuck in on getting Beef a bed he put it on the same priority level as work stuff. He loves that dog so fucking much it's crazy.
Food on Chase's desk:
"GALAXY TREATS: small/petit, made with real beef, ADULT DOG"
"The Bur-Ger of Burger: BURGER!"
Can't believe Beef is being forced into cannibalism... Even moreso I'm just confused by the slogan for Burger!... which actually means it would probably work as a marketing strategy.
not going to copy out all the text because this is a doozy, but. Robert's Operations Summary/After-Action Report, printed out the side of his computer (flipped upside down for readability):
A record of all the mission locations and whether they were a success. It seems that, canonically at least, the Z-Team don't have a great record- literally 10/20 calls were successful. Also, Robert wrote his team as "Phonix" which is wrong in multiple ways... Bro please lock in...
Robert also keeps his passwords on post-its at his desk, despite being into cybersecurity and hacking himself. Devastating but 100% real. weird choice for a password, too.
Robert's computer after being pranked. Also not transcribing this one.
This is why you don't leave your password on a post-it. btw. Anyway the fact that one of these is "Phenomaman Blonde Blazer Sex Tape Leaked" is especially fucking out of pocket as a choice to put on your boss' computer when Blazer is HIS boss (Z-Team doesn't fuck around. Or rather they do, I guess). But these ads raise some intriguing points about what kind of kinks would probably be realized in a world of superheroes... "guy replicating himself to conga-line fuck his replicants" wasn't something that would have occurred to me, but upon further consideration it sounds about right.
Break room bulletin board:
DO YOU HAVE BACK PAIN? JOIN US NOW!!
happy STAY HYDRATED
Vacation House Rental
MEET THE PARTY
Management Course- Analytical Thinking, Communication, Problem-Solving, Team Management
LEARN TO PLAN TO KNOW TO GROW (stonks) HOW TO BE A BETTER VERSION OF YOURSELF
BANG! BANG! FESTIVAL
FOR RENT
GAME NIGHT
Enjoy Your Weekend- PIANO SHOW PIANO SHOW
Yoga Together- "Find Your Zen, One Pose at a Time." Let's Do Yoga! [...] SDN
It's... actually kind of sweet to know that people are doing games nights and group yoga... and of course make your own margs as established in the last post. Also the plague of a stupid fucking tiny house setup being marketed as a vacation house rental (with price probably cranked accordingly) but being shoved in the faces of locals who might be struggling with finding affordable housing... I've never been to L.A., but living in a coastal city with a big tourist industry I still saw a lot of that. Exhausting. Surprised no one's taken that one to the shredder yet lmao.
...Also can I just say the stonks thing and the management course gave me a very visceral image of Sonar showing up to those events so he can be a nuisance and flex his Harvard degree... just because he's bored.
Break room bulletin board part two (or at least the parts I can make out):
Employee rights- the impact of minimum wage laws on businesses and workers in a specific state
Work Privacy- "Privacy Rights in the Workplace"
Employee Rights- EMPLOYEE POLYGRAPH PROTECTION ACT
The idea of ANYONE at SDN making minimum wage is actually criminal. Robert. Galen. Lana. I am taking your hands. Please unionize. Also the EPPA is apparently a real thing in US law- good that employees are for the most part protected from polygraph "tests" by their employers- but apparently there are allowances for if certain employees of private firms are "reasonably suspected in a workplace incident". Such an insane sham of a practice.
Plaques in Blazer's Office:
National Defender Certification- In the name of the United State Republic May [...] Blond Blazer a [...] Officer [...] United State Republic
[...] the honor to [...] Blond Blazer [...] and [...] Officer [...]
[...] Superhero Dispatch [...]
[...] Superhero Dispatch [...]
[...] Medal of Valor [...]
The Tl;DR from what I can get here: Blazer has certifications and licences to act as a National Defender, and as some form of officer (I would guess this is related to her technically being the parole officer for the Phoenix Program?). There's an oopsie that the title of one of the plaques changes from "superhero dispatcher" to "medal of valor" on one of these- but apparently there *is* a medal of valor given to Public Safety Officers in the U.S., so. Sure, she has a medal of valor. But also, there are multiple references to the United State Republic, so... guess things are a little different in Dispatch world?
Plaques in the conference room:
Torrance City Council Community Service Award Presented to SDN [...]
SDN Interbranch Intramural Indoor Volleyball RUNNER UP
My real question here is, who's playing in these volleyball games? Because the mental image of Flambae pulling a move like that one scene in A:TLA was immediate and powerful. I don't know that Z-Team would have been invited up until now, but... think of the potential.
Post-its in the conference room:
Who took the TV?!
Moved to Room 1A
I actually wondered where the TV was until I read this, because we see it in the background during the scene where we're cutting Coupé or Sonar. Continuity.
Shelves in the records room (not transcribing).
Looks like all these books are on racing and other athletics. Running shoes up on top, a trophy... a figurine of what I'm guessing is meant to be usain bolt based on the yellow uniform? Anyway knowing that Chase can't run anymore but keeps all this around... devastating. Implications behind him keeping it in the records room remain unclear.
Post-it in Robert's cubicle:
TPS Reports are due EOD. Everyday. Please email Frank Dirpit. [...]
I know that in popular media, TPS Reports are just used as a joke or buzzword about paperwork because of Office Space. But my first thought was "is Robert passing off all his hacking as software security QA testing? is this man filling out Test Procedure Specification reports every time he hacks something?". Frankly, I think that's funnier.
Anyway, this has been another episode of 'Ali looks too hard at background details we probably weren't supposed to think about". Dispatch is a setting that feels so alive and remarkably grounded for a superhero game, which really fuels my enjoyment of tiny set dressing things even more. I'm also lowkey obsessed with the knockoff business names featured in the background of stuff so I may at some point make a post dedicated just to that. We'll see how insane I get.
TW for eating disorders, alcohol/drug use, kidnapping, & almost smut but not quite
The second chapter of my edgy, self indulgent whump fic <3 this is a lot longer than the last one, i hope you enjoy :))
Chapter 1
12:09 pm, SDN lunch room. The next day.
This time, the sandwich was real. Minimal ingredients, as filling as it could be with as little actual food involved as possible. In all honesty, it was eighty percent lettuce, ten percent turkey, five percent bread and five percent guilt. Robert ate it with a straight face, though, examining the table and thinking about anything except his full stomach. Instead, he thought about Courtney. She was due any minute now. She always made sure to meet him for lunch, though he never told her exactly where he would be. Somehow she just knew.
He watched the door eagerly. Even at his lowest, hungriest, most exhausted, he craved her. Her voice, her face, her humor… her fuckable body.
Before his thoughts could get too carried away, a figure appeared in the doorway. Less fuckable, but an equally welcome sight– Robert’s best friend, Herm. Otherwise known as Waterboy, newest and wettest member of the Z-Team.
“Hey, man! Fancy seeing you here,” Robert smiled, setting the sandwich to the side and resting his chin on his hand.
“Yes! Very- Feel- I am very fancy today. Happy today! Very happy today.” Herm smiled, laying out a towel on the chair beside Robert’s. He sat.
“Oh? And why is that?”
“I… have a date tonight!” Waterboy announced, sitting up with as much faux confidence as he could. His cheeks and his ears were red, but he was beaming. Robert smiled along with him.
“Hell yeah, you do!” He held out his fist and Herm gave him a fist bump. As Robert shook the water off his knuckles, Invisigal apparated beside him. Right on time.
“Did I hear date?” She slung an arm around Robert’s shoulder as she waited intently for the soppy hero’s answer.
“You did say- you heard- going on a date!” He beamed proudly at Courtney.
“Do you have a picture?” she asked excitedly, leaning over Waterboy’s shoulder before he could even type in the password to his phone. Robert admired her smile along with the rest of her. She was the brightest part of his day, beside the little round ball of fur napping under his desk.
Herm presented a photo of a handsome yellow-haired man, smiling proudly in front of a shining red car. Robert thought the guy looked fine enough. Courtney scrutinized the photo for a while before finally announcing, “He looks familiar, but I can’t fuckin’ place it. Where’s he takin’ you?”
“Bellucci’s. On- on 7th.”
This earned raised eyebrows from Courtney and an impressed whistle from Robert. “Damn,” he said, “fancy Italian place. He must like you. I’m proud of you, bud.” He gave Herm a gentle punch on the shoulder.
The trio conversed for a little while longer before Waterboy excused himself, leaving Robert and Courtney alone in the lunchroom.
The moment he was gone, she leaned into him dramatically and sighed. “I am sooooo ready for tonight. In more ways than one.” She winked, and Robert chuckled.
“Me too, Court. Me fuckin’ too.” He eyed the half eaten sandwich. “You want the rest of that?”
“You don’t?” Invisigal asked, but she was already reaching for it.
“Nah, I had a couple of twinks.” More lies, hidden behind a sarcastic smile. He used to feel bad about it, but after so many years it had become routine. If people know you’re not eating, they make it a lot fucking harder. Robert tried to avoid this as much as possible.
She shrugged and enjoyed his sandwich in silence. He sat, arm around her shoulder, scarred hands playing with the short hairs at the nape of her neck and brown eyes watching her with quiet contentment. Eventually, though, his watch buzzed and signalled the end of their lunchtime oasis. With a heavy sigh, Courtney gave him a kiss far too deep for a workplace lunchroom and promptly disappeared.
“See you tonight, my love,” Robert said to the air as her scent faded from the room.
–
2:56 am, Robert’s apartment.
Robert sat cross legged on the floor as Beef snuffled happily around him, tail wagging at record speeds. Beside him sat a half empty bottle of whiskey, an unopened bottle of his girlfriend’s favorite vodka, and the only two glasses he owned. The missing whiskey flowed through his veins as he watched his dog with a drunken smile.
Beside him, the front door opened and closed, but nobody seemed to enter. He stared at the empty space beside him before he finally quipped, “You’re gonna have to breathe eventually. Try not to pass out on my floor.”
Courtney appeared in front of him, arms crossed and rolling her eyes. “Says the guy who’s sitting on the floor after his boss bought him a goddamn couch.”
“First of all, that has nothing to do with, well, anything. Second of all, it's comfortable. I’m used to it.”
“No, you’re a masochist,” She said simply, planting herself on the floor next to him. She reached for the vodka in front of her. “You remembered my favorite. I’m shocked.” She was trying, as always, to sound tough. But Robert always saw through her.
“Of course I remembered.” He took her chin in his hand and kissed her deeply, freckled cheeks flushed with alcohol and lust. She kissed him back for a long time before pulling away. He pouted playfully.
“You're pretty, but lemme get drunk first,” she shot playfully, pouring herself a healthy glass of liquor.
It wasn’t long before they were both damn near wasted and half naked, making out on the floor. Courtney straddled him, her teeth sinking into his chapped lips as he whined into her mouth. He had tried and failed to be in charge, instead finding himself with his arms pinned above his head. Invisigal’s right hand held them in place as her left hand roamed his scarred but toned chest. A half smoked joint smoldered in an ashtray beside them, courtesy of Courtney but promptly forgotten the minute she was in his lap.
Her painted fingernails wandered down past the jagged scars along his hips, past his belly button, through the thin happy trail leading to the hem of his khakis and finally to the zipper, fiddling with it desperately.
“Goddammit, I can’t wait any longer. Lemme help you,” Robert breathed, trembling hands and bitten nails searching for the zipper, mad with lust as his hard cock strained against ecru fabric. Just as he found it, the pair was snapped out of their stupor by the incessant buzzing of Robert’s phone. At first they tried to ignore it, but it continued for minutes on end before it finally woke up Beef, who started barking anxiously.
With an annoyed sigh, Courtney rolled off of him. Robert pulled himself to his feet and stumbled to the kitchen counter where his phone cried for attention. He squinted at the screen before calling out to Courtney, “It’s fucking Blazer!” The last time she called him at this hour, they made love on top of the Hollywood sign. A lot had changed in six months.
“The hell does she want? Better be important, cockblocking me like that-”
“Hang on, hang on, lemme fuckin’ answer for godssakes-”
His face fell as he heard Mandy’s panicked voice on the other line.
“Robert! Thank God. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
“No, but it is four in the morning and I am drunk and slightly stoned, so I’d appreciate if you made it snappy.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Well, I’ll get to the point. We were receiving distress signals from that nice restaurant on seventh-”
“Oh, fuck me-”
“Let me finish. When I checked the cameras, I saw a blond man dragging someone that looked a lot like Waterboy into a red car. We’ve been trying but we can’t reach Herm at all. Sonar is on route there now, but… I just felt like you should know. I didn’t think you’d be so… out of it when I called.”
“It's a Friday night and I’m clinically depressed, you thought I’d be sober? I’ll be there in ten.” Despite his humor, Robert’s heart pounded in his chest.
“No, you won’t, Robert. You’re drunk, you’re high-”
“And I fucking know something! Royd, Royd should still be there. Tell him to pick us up-”
“Us?”
“Me and Court. Tell him to come get us. I need- I need to be there.”
Blazer bit the inside of her cheek. She had no right to be jealous. She broke things off with Robert for the sake of professionalism and he seemed happier with Invisigal anyway. Still, she couldn’t help but imagine…
She shook those thoughts from her head. “Fine. I’ll send Royd. Just try not to come in reeking like pot.”
Robert hung up and shoved his phone in his back pocket. He zipped his fly and hastily lurched into the living room. He reached an arm out to help Invisigal up.
“Put your shirt on. That piece of shit with a sexy car kidnapped Herm.”
“What do you mean kidnapped?” Courtney practically screamed, scrambling to find her shirt and snatching her inhaler off the arm of the couch.
“I mean, shoved into a car and taken somewhere! Royd is coming to get us, I gotta find my wallet-”
“I gotta finish this joint,” Courtney threw open a kitchen cupboard in search of a lighter. “God, do you not own food?”
Robert froze. “I just- I don’t- I don’t like shopping. C’mon, hurry up. We gotta go.”
Courtney took one last troubled look at the bare cabinet before slamming it shut. It bothered her, but the prospect of Waterboy in the trunk of a stranger’s car alarmed her more. A heavy knock on the door signaled Royd’s arrival and she followed Robert out the door, heart pounding in her throat, joint forgotten on the counter.
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Robert going pale as he checks his bank statement and finds that he's made more off the crypto investments Sonar pestered him into than he has at his actual job. send tweet
It would be difficult to do this without extending the game/interrupting the storyline/etc. but I wish Dispatch touched on, like, hero-villain societal complexities. Villain vs. hero cultural differences are all over the game (seedy villain bars vs. nice, cozy hero bars, for example). Cool. So how does one even get classified as a villain? Are specific powers more demonised than others? Are "hero" and "villain" strictly professional roles, or are they assigned to people based on behaviour? What happens when someone considers themselves a hero but the media or society or the law or whatever else paints them as a villain (or vice-versa)?
