"Godsdamn it,” Kai cursed under her breath as she tripped over another pile of bones. This new land had not been kind to her. In the few short hours since an anomaly at the Crystal Tower sent her here, she had been attacked several times by various groups of some kind of shambling undead warriors, rabid dogs, and giant rats. In an attempt to seek refuge, she stumbled into a cave only to discover it was a vast catacomb filled with greater dangers than the outside world.
Somewhere along the way she had taken a wrong turn and had become lost in the labyrinthine tunnels with only the glowing red runes that she channeled along her greatsword to guide the way. Almost every step she took she was assaulted by skeletons that somehow managed to reassemble themselves every time she shattered them to pieces. The dark knight swore to herself that when she found the necromancer responsible she would cut them to pieces.
As Kai stumbled forward she noticed the faint glow of a lantern up ahead. Relief washed over her, then apprehension--who was to say what new dangers lay ahead. She prepared herself for a fight, greatsword held at the ready as she advanced on the lantern and it’s bearer.
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-The Hellhounds, 2nd Special Forces Group(Classified operations/Supernatural operations), United States army
Jackson’s squad patch that he proudly dons upon his jacket shoulder. The iconic symbol is based off his squad’s mascot. Emma,a former German Shepard who underwent severe experimentation rather than being euthanize by the Reich. She was rescued by him & his men during an assault upon the facility and adopted as the group’s official K-9 unit. Despite her new abilities and appearance, she is a total lap dog who loves attention and cuddles..
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The World Security Council makes a rule meaning Coulson needs to be collared to keep acting as the Avengers' liaison. He and Clint Barton realize in the process of finding a way out of it that they've been in love with each other forever, and they negotiate a contract and a real relationship.
Contract negotiation that's held up since I first read it like a decade ago.
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Gotham prepared itself for night, shadows dancing across the roofs. Figures vanishing across the buildings, chairs, bottles and the like, shifting as the woman smiled back to her driver.
“Thanks for the ride.”
A dull smile covered her face, adjusting her jacket as she stepped down the streets. The bricks were cleaner here, a wafting smell of iron blowing over the foggy streets. Red glow echoing above the darkening sky, as if the city itself were brooding the arrival of those who rode the shadows. The man tipped his hat, normally cheery, the office woman’s normal attitude was more deflated today. One of those days, huh?
Her legs moved across the concrete, plates set longer than anyone in the city could remember, something like the Roman roads of the city. Reinforced, the foundations holding the city despite the changes to the landscape. Legs turning another corner, half cursing to herself as she shuffled forward.
It’d been a silly rumour. Falcone territory, those who lived here were either under their protection, or kept quiet if they saw anything. Keep your breath here, or the falcons would strike from the sky. Her hairs had grown accustomed to the tense atmosphere, even in the day, the city held its breath. Caution in the everyday citizens, her hair no longer standing on edge. Teeth growing stronger with how much she tensed it, more easily traversing the city, even areas she’d scarcely been too.
But… this felt different. The shadows always shivered, shimmering in the growing moonlight, a wave of death sweeping across the streets. While kept clean, the almost constant wars simmering down to a tight. But at least reasonable without gang wars erupting for the pettiest of things.
Shivers ran down her spine for the first time in months. The air thicker with iron, the smell of a bloody death. She’d been living here for ages, losing everything but gaining more than that. And now…
Jumping forward, my heart momentarily pounding as I looked above. A pair of eyes vanished, mop of hair flickering before I could catch a glance. The windows were locked far earlier than normal, the normal folks enjoy the cooling warmth of the summer not here despite the streetlights not being on…
Eyes dropping to her watch. It was eight now, same as always, and yet…
“Shhhhh.”
Cars didn’t fill the road, vanishing from the street, her walk now a slow trot. Knuckles whitening as she heard something.
Crunch.
The sound of metal breaking bones, shaking her head as the sound of people hissing back and forth at one another.
Ah, that explains it. Poor sod.
I let out a silent laugh, of course. Someone had crossed the falcones. Plenty had of course, but out here? There’s limits to anarchy, if the people didn’t object, neither would the cops. Her hand relaxed, looked down, a shadow sweeping past her. Heart beating faster, adrenaline pumping her body.
… Odd. I thought I’d be used to it by…
The woman’s eyes widened. Broad shouldered, briefcase in one hand. Bag dropping to the floor as she looked back at the person. Teeth biting into his neck, the almost invisible sound of sucking. Blonde hair dropped from a beanie as she stepped back. Reaching the edge of the pavement. And then sharp pain echoed from her neck.
“Wh- wha-”
A pair of smoking red eyes burned back into hers, a hand pulling away. A pair of white eyes staring back at her as the large woman stepped back. She had a revolver on her, the dim moonlight shining off the polished metal, bullets chambered as she raised a finger to her lips. Body largely covered, black suited, gloves. Black hair waving down her back as she skipped backwards into the alley.
I blinked, head growing swirly. Heavy, gripping my forehead as I dropped to the floor. It didn’t make sense. This wasn’t Metropolis. Where magic alien…
“Dumbass.”
She looked up, dark haired woman pulling a blonde by the ear. Robotic, masking everything as she threw her into a shining white doorway. Bright light echoed to her left, staring in confusion, black hair pulled into a woven ponytail. Seeming to scowl at her, eyes shifting like they were made of nylon, the light fading from her vision as panic started to fade into her as she saw it. She saw. Him.
Three scars over one side of his face, grey hair matted with blood, panicked vision. Begging, blood slowly dripping to the floor. This didn’t make sense. Her vision faded, shifting, something squatting behind her. Light illuminating his angry vision, forcing her head into her face. Tanned, a clear cap mark over her forehead, scars covered her face with brown eyes flickering with devilish delight. Licking her lips as she looked into her face.
“Shhhh.”
Australian, warm hand sweeping over her, stumbling against the brick, the woman leaning in closer to whisper words.
“Such a nice toy~”
The woman blinked. Staring blankly, emotion fading from her face as she stood up.
“… Right, now to find…”
Pressing her hands together, then apart, magical lines appearing over her limbs, shadows shifting around her as magical symbols covered her tracks. Anti magic countering and absorbing the magical layering across the building, eyes scanning across glowing orbs appearing around her before she grasped one of them.
“… Hmm, interesting interesting. Ah… There’s the problem.”
Floating, dark skinned, with curls. Bullet striking her brain, a new orb, a new life. The same soul. Rolling her eyes, muttering as her nightingale let out a groan.
“Well, this’ll be fun.”
A grin appearing over her face, the orbs flickering away as she touched the wall. Segments glowing with power, a magical doorway appearing as she stepped through.
I blinked. My head aching, the dull thud of… oh fuck off, did I get…
Once again, her eyes widened, migraine cracking her brain as everything around her ached. She could smell, someone, someone who did something. Bloody, eyes faded colours, blood dripping out from him, coating the floor as she stumbled back.
Screaming, head lifting from the desk, it’d been thirty minutes. That voice…
“Miss?”
“HE- HE-”
Panicking, a panic attack, gripping her head, as she stumbled onto her side. Bag dropped on the floor, heads quickly turning. Rushing out, phones raised as friendly faces rushed to help her. Something had triggered her, and someone was going to die tonight.
“This is weird.”
Sipping his coffee, blue uniformed, a gun at his side as he looked down at the body. Wrapped in a blanket, the woman sitting inside the car, left in shock as his partner looked at him.
“… Really?”
Sarcasm dripped off his voice, crossing his arms as Gordon looked over the scene. None of it made sense, a body left stuck into a wall with seemingly mythical strength. The rebar’s barcodes were utterly jumbled nonsense, with companies that didn’t exist. But the quality, the branding. All of it marking it as Australian.
“Gordon.”
His heart almost dropped out his chest, letting out a wheezing sneeze, small girl holding an EMF reader as the homicide detective turned to them.
“Jesus-”
“Batty!”
The redhead raised her hands, EMF flinging to point at the corpse, triggers and switches going crazy as the homicide detective’s eyes widened. Snapping his fingers to the accompanying officers, bickering about the local teams.
“Cams on?”
Rubbing the shock off, slapping his face as he quickly replied.
“... Uhhh, yes sir?”
Younger, the officer turning to his friend.
“Isn’t the policy, turn it on and forget until you go home?”
The two began arguing about police protocols, the detective scratching his chin as little Gordon practically grinned at the man. Waving it around, the EMF going crazy around the corpse, question escaping her lips.
“Is it a ghost??”
Shivering and shaking, what disgust she had, the help she wanted to give. All turning to curiosity, excitement, detective smiling. Rubbing her hair as he replied.
“Aye. Well, maybe, but to be…”
Detectives trailed off, the pair of officers and commissioner freezing, the hero’s legs pausing as… scales, reptilian scales shivered in the light, photon reflective turning alive. Controlled murderous intent burning from the cloaked figure, little girl letting out a gasp as Gordon turned to the dark knight.
“... Bats?”
His eyes turned back at the man. His face stoic, thinking, eyes widening as he looked back. The EMF reader seemed to be causing some kind of interference, hand gripping some kind of… amulet, the wall seeming to glow with magical power. Energy boiling in the air, a shining door erupting beside them. And then a voice barked out.
“YOU’RE GONNA- … OOP. SHIT.”
Heads quickly turned, masked, body cloaked with black. Dropping a megaphone, whoever they were dashing into the doorway before anyone could even move. The bat’s eyes narrowed, his little girl letting out a confused sound.
“… Dadddd, the-”
“Tell Detective Richard sweetie, any observation can help.”
“… Yes daddy!”
Dropping the EMF, letting out a squeak as it tapped her toe. Whoever it was above slowly stepped back, the fourth officer on scene seeming to comfort their witness, blanket thrown over her shoulders as a few locals held her calm. Bag left in the car.
”Batman?”
ZWIPPP.
“And there he goes..."
Vanishing into the night, exoskeleton visible across his body, flying after the running woman as a noise echoed behind him.
“Hey, Richie, they know that building.”
Lowering the camera, little girl exclaiming a short cheer as the murder officer looked at his partner.
“... they do?”
Slapping the back of the one of their asses,
“JESUS WOMAN-”
“Y’know those apartments near Wayne Incorporated??”
The detectives collectively paused, heads freezing as a chill spread across their spines. Stepping back, little girl poking the camera up at the man.
“Mr Richard! Mr Richard!!”
“… Yes Barbara?”
“I got the camera to work!”
Waving a pair of photo, polaroids printing time and dates, second senior on field freezing as his partner quickly checked ehr cams.
“… Gordo?”
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“DADDY!!!”
Stamping her foot onto the ground, red hair woven down her head, little girl chewing out the commissioner.
“You can’t say that!!”
“… I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“I'm going to tell mommy!”
A laugh echoed from the nearby officers, letting out a loud oooh at the father. Scowling, glaring back at his staff as he crossed his arms.
“Shuddup.”
Portal closing behind the lot of them, one half of his face burned with some kind of marking not showing up on cameras. Pulling a face atop a nearby building. The camera cut to the stranger.
“Come and get me batsy.”
A sword sheathing behind their back, a black mask, masculine like body but frankly. That didn’t mean much since half of the people looked abnormal one way or another. Scowling, robotic voice echoed over the buildings, firing another cable as they spat out.
“Oh shit.”
Jumping to their feet, flipping to the ground as she drew the blade. Jet black, a steel sharpened edge, marks over the length of the blade, shining in the white moonlight. Their hand warm, mouth opening and closing, barely audible sound wracked by the echo of the train. Slashing behind her, winds sweeping as one hand gripped against concrete.
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The first time that the world starts making a bit of sense again is two hours after he's been brought to medical, when Phil hears Clint's voice outside his room. He pushes through the terrifying haze that's clouded up his mind and does his best to focus.
