#janexiives

Roughly a month had passed since the Caped Crusader had first heard of what happened in Hawkins, Indiana through the various tabs he kept on the government. He was aware of the alternate dimension, the creatures that resided there, what had happened over the past two years with them and, most importantly in Batman’s mind, the psychokinetic child that the various reports referred to as “Eleven”. There had been brief mentions of her in the reports from after her disappearance in November of 1983, but those mentions had gotten even briefer after a year.

Few things angered the Dark Knight anymore, but harm befalling children was one, and he wouldn’t stand for it. Especially not when he could do something about it. Whatever situation the girl was in, Batman was determined to help in any way he could. And so he was in Hawkins, seeking to both fill in the gaps in his knowledge of the events as well as find out what had happened to Eleven and offer that help.

How dare they. 

He was a god, not a wild animal to be captured and thrown in some sort of prison facility. 

Powerful though he was, these mortals had gotten the drop on him. Enough guns could even bring him down. Though capturing the god of mischief and retaining him were two very different things.

It took only a few illusions; some giant snakes, duplicates and disguises. And of course it had taken a quick trip down to the central power hub of this forsaken place before Loki could suitably start ravaging it. Lights down, fires started, people running.

Sweet, vengeful chaos.

But it was while he marched back up the stairs, tossing armed guards down the hall as he went, that Loki finally caught sight of...

Well, that wasn’t any of these scientists. Or their soldiers. This was a... child?

He feels but a pressure against his chest, toes scratching against the ground before the familiar sensation of being THROWN. One would think a man could walk all by his lonesome without being tossed into the air and slammed upon a tree trunk, but apparently the creatures of Midgard had no semblance of manners. Such AUDACITY. Silver of dagger catches the sunlight, magic conjuring the blade in his hand. He has plans to GUT the creature who dared toss him, nice and SLOWLY. Green eyes flick upwards, fury teeming, all his ire falls upon … A LITTLE GIRL?

Unexpected.

Anger gives way to CURIOSITY, murderous intent to FASCINATION, dagger dissipating into nothingness. His head tilts but a fraction to the side. He was not too interested in gutting a child, but she HAD thrown him. Eye for an eye then  — tendrils of magic gathering he releases it a burst JUST strong enough topple her balance. 

SNEAKING UP ON a black widow is no easy task, and so the sound of small footfalls almost startles natasha. it takes only a moment for her to realize her alarm had been in error ------and she relaxes almost immediately. the former agent’s right arm rises to drag across a sweat-soaked brow, and she steadies the punching bag in front of her before turning to greet the girl.