#thread: kirk

it had taken some time for him to reach this point; lots of reassuring and swearing to keep his teeth to himself, but he'd gained the trust of the league enough to permit him to leave quarantine. he still needed a chaperone, but he understood that. as ridiculous as it was. most of the time, this world's Superman would accompany him from place to place, keeping the other leaguers comfortable with his presence.

on rare occasions, this world's Batman would visit, but it never lasted very long past some testing or questions. overall, he liked Superman more. he'd been kind enough to supply him with animal blood to keep his hunger under control, which he appreciated immensely, despite his notable lack of expression.

Kirk had just finished a bag of cow blood as he continued his tinkering with his fake plasma recipe, when the man of steel appeared, the doors to Kirk's room sliding open with a soft hiss. the vampire turns, expression as blank as ever,

" Another tour? " he asks, setting down his beakers and test tubes to give Superman his full attention, " Or are we doing something new today? "

it was ... embarrassing.

the neon lights, the disorientating smells, everything around him had all of his senses spinning in circles. the sudden shock of so many heat signatures appearing in his vision all at once made him fall out of the sky like a shot bird, crashing rather unceremoniously into a dumpster. that only made him gag and scrabble to escape the metal box, emptying half digested plasma on to the dirty alley floor.

that wasn't good, he thought to himself as he picked himself up, squinting up at the towering skyscrapers and neon with confusion. this wasn't Gotham... it couldn't be. maybe, in his daze, he'd made his way to Metropolis? but that didn't explain the dark and dreary atmosphere that seemed to loom oppressively over the city like smog.

once he regained his bearings, Kirk took to the sky once again, mostly to give himself a better look over the city, and see where exactly he'd managed to get himself to. it didn't take him long to notice the feeling of someone following him, and with a twist, Kirk's facing someone with a near identical suit to his own. eyes widen slightly behind red goggles, before he's taking a nosedive towards the nearest rooftop. while he could fight in the air, he wanted to know why someone would bother emulating HIM of all people.

@somniaxperdita:

🦇 --- " I'm sorry you had to see that. "

the shadowed figure states as he looms over the now unconscious body at his feet. while he didn't exactly kill anyone anymore, that didn't mean he didn't still feed off the criminals that truly deserved it.

@carpemusa | Demona:

🦇 --- " Interesting that we keep meeting like this. " Kirk states in his usual monotone voice, looking up at the other.

the man shifts from his spot next to his latest victim, a human trafficker that Kirk had been tracking for weeks, wiping the dark stain of blood from his lips as he stands. mouth quirks in what could be taken as a frown, " Unfortunate that it's always when I'm at my worst. "

@carpemusa​ || Demona:  “I thought they were exaggerating about you.”

🦇 — “ Really? “ he asks, wiping the blood currently staining his lips with the back of hand. he knew the press liked to demonize and overexaggerate his actions, calling him a monster and cold blooded for feeding on the lowest of criminals. he’s gotten used to it, ignoring or even leaning into it, though it did make meeting people difficult,

@carpemusa​ || Clark liked for a thing.

🦇 — since Kirk’s arrival to this Earth and subsequent containment by its version of the Justice League, he’d been very careful with keeping his hunger under control. he had told them just enough to let them know that he had to feed daily, and they’d granted him use of a small lab, under their own Batman’s strict surveillance. Kirk didn’t want to scare them with his brutality, should he lose control. he was essentially an ambassador here for his own world, after all. 

he was currently in the process of making a batch of synthetic plasma when he heard the strong heartbeat and confident footfalls coming towards his darkened room, already recognizing it as this world’s Superman. he paused his actions as the door slid open, turning to face the other with impassive red eyes, 

@perceiivent​ / Ms. Agnes liked for a starter.

🦇 — having caught sight of the woman not long into his patrol, Kirk watched silently as she walked down the backstreets of Gotham like they weren’t the most dangerous areas to be in. but that’s why he was there. 

not having any other calls to investigate, the bat followed not far behind from the rooftops, red gaze searching for any potential threats. eventually, Kirk decided it would be best to give the woman a warning for the future. 

dropping from a nearby rooftop, boots clicking quietly on asphalt as he lands just a few meters ahead of her, staying mostly to the shadows,