It had been a long night for Gotham’s oldest friends. Both men stood battered and bruised—but the clown had clearly seen better days than the Dark Knight. He might have been quicker, but never stronger than the Caped Crusader.
The bleached-white fiend hauled himself upright and limped toward the railing for support. He knew running was no longer an option. Leaning against the decrepit metal, he draped an arm over it, swaying slightly.
They stood countless feet above the ground, and if he fell… the Batman would have to push through his injuries to save him.
Oh, what a hero.
He turned back to gaze at the World's Greatest Detective, his eyes piercing into the other as if to see if his gears were running and could predict his next move.
"So... has the Boy Blunder started shaving yet?"
Thunder cracked, lightning splitting the sky in jagged veins as rain began to pour. Gotham stretched beneath them—grim and restless—its towering skyline and flickering neon the only signs it was still alive.
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“Buddy, you’re a young man, hard man, shouting in the streets—gonna take the world someday!”
The crowd cheered as the song blasted.
“You got blood on your face, you big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place!”
All the praise, all the cheering, and all the panties and bras being thrown in his direction were just for him—Adam.
“We will, we will rock you!”
The first man basked in his musical glory, reveling in being admired and desired. But among the mob, one specific voice stood out to him more than all the rest—Bee. Beelzebub, his closest ally, always there to cheer him on and never miss out on a good time.
“Scream fuckin’ louder, you bitches!”
The Archangel commanded from his mic.
All those good memories soon passed away in a daze though... Everything began to turn vivid, yet his vision grew blurry.
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Adam awoke to the smell of honey… unbearably sweet honey.
The next sensation, after smell, was pain. A deep cut burned at the center of his chest, slicing from his back straight through.
He’d lost to the Hotel, hadn’t he?
As humiliation crept over him, he heard footsteps creeping toward his room’s door. The ichor in his veins had been rushing with fear, but it slowed the moment those footsteps grew closer… more recognizable.
Everyone was running around, exchanging chocolates today. Even Eientei had become pretty familiar with the practice, and Reisen was no exception, having taken advantage of the kitchens the previous evening to make a batch of her own - specially prepared for rabbits, of course. They weren't anything special, she was hardly a skilled cook of her own, but she still imagined her target audience would like them.
At least, provided she understood the practice at all. Reisen waited for the right moment, about midday, before heading over to Seiran's dango stall, as she often did. She just had to hope that it was open today, and luckily for her, it was. Rather than her usual placing an order and mental conversation, though, she had a different topic in mind.
"'Morning, Seiran," Reisen said, kicking her hat back. While she usually made some attempt to hide her rabbit ears, it seemed kind of silly to do it while Seiran was out with hers, at this point. "Get any chocolates yet?" Though she kept her question casual, Reisen was actually quite interested in the answer, for a variety of reasons. She wanted to know how much competition she had... and also, she hoped, that Seiran wouldn't really know much about the Valentine's custom yet.
This was a bad idea.
Hazel was making her way to the diner- her hosts believing she is on her way to Chicago. Well- there is some truth to that. But cars need gas, and thinbloods need coffee. Whispers and warnings rung like thunder behind her ears- but she refused to listen. That coffee recipe was going to be hers.
Well- if the place hadn’t burned.
Hazel’s jaw dropped at the sight of the “temporarily permanently closed” sign in front of the blackened building. Fuck! She promised a recipe in Chicago-- now this was going to ruin all of her plans! She immediately darts into the building and begins searching for signs of anything (namely cookbooks) surviving the flames.
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[Doremi looks at their communicator as they crawl through the vents.]
["Unknown entity in vents. Is holding a yellow-eyed man with graying black hair captive. Rescue the man first; this takes priority over suppressing the entity."]
The sun is bright, directly shining in the ship cockpit window. Aiideen was watching his hand heal slowly, the light making his red fur pop with vibrancy. He leaned back and rubbed his snout while his hooves propped on the control frame.
The soft spot just between his mane line and snout scales, essentially the center of his forehead, had a nasty spot of twisted fur and dried silver blood.
“Fuckin’ safe locks…”
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[ FOUR HOURS EARLIER ]
He bounced the collar in his hand, having ignored her begging to give it back. His curiosity was too much, and he needed information. He twists it one way, twists it another. Even sniffs it.
Nothing. Just the motherboard-like etchings and a very gentle hum. At least nothing to the naked eye, even for a margaven. He bit his lip and grabbed a celery stick from a bag he had stolen earlier that day. A snack or two, helps the mind jiggle ideas.
Guess he’d have to scan the damn thing for any data instead...
Aide placed the collar onto one of his database scanners. He whipped up a screen and commenced the scan. Instantly he was flooded with encrypted data like he’d never seen before. Even the material the item was made of was a completely unknown compound, both organic and metallic.
The stream of numbers began to light up on his screen. Coordinates. A location? Before the first could finish, Aiideen felt a blinding pain as something sharp went straight through his skull, another through his hand. Just as fast as they entered, they also retracted. Everything blacked out and the sound of equipment sparking, shattering and clashing against each other. Not to mention twelve feet of Margaven stumbling like a ragdoll.
[ TWO HOURS PASS… ]
He woke on the floor in a small pool of blood and glass. His ears thrummed and his head burned with a ferocity. Not only had he been impaled, he’d fallen and smashed his head on the tables too. His vision was blurred and he sat for a moment until he could see straight again.
With a groan, he pulled himself up and examined the damage. There was the collar, unharmed. The rest of his small lab, luckily one of few, was riddled with holes. Not only in some parts of the walls, but in his equipment.
And himself.
All the encrypted data was absolutely lost now. The collar had made sure of that. His only guess was that it had reacted for safety reasons. Protecting information?
He needed to sit down for a minute… a long minute.
