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akairawrites · 5 months

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Dear Diary, pt2 | Damian Wayne image

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Dear Diary,

Damian and I have been dating for a while now. Despite the time we've spent together, there's still a lot I don't know about him. He's not very open, especially about what he does outside of work. This leaves me with a nagging feeling that he might be hiding something.

When his phone rings, he often leaves to answer it, claiming it's work. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but the secrecy raises concerns. I find it hard to believe he's cheating, given his busy schedule, but the uncertainty lingers.

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"What are you writing?" Damian inquired. You looked up from the pages in your diary, noticing the towel wrapped around his waist. Another towel was in his hand, used to dry his hair. You hadn't realized he had come in.

You quickly shook your head and closed the book. "Nothing," you replied, placing the book on the nightstand. Rising from your spot on Damian's bed, you walked up to him, catching the fresh scent of soap. You reached up and planted a quick kiss on his lips before heading to the bathroom to freshen up before bed.

Damian observed as you left, and once you were out of sight, he took your place on the bed. His eyes focused on the book he had often seen you writing in. Despite knowing it was wrong, an intriguing impulse led him to pick up the book and slowly skim through the pages, eventually reaching the most recent and unfinished entry.

Reading the few lines, guilt immediately washed over Damian. He hadn't intended to be distant, but his responsibilities as Gotham's new Batman left him with no choice but to maintain secrecy. The idea of you suspecting him of cheating pained him deeply. Closing the book, he carefully returned it to its place.

Before you emerged from the bathroom, he swiftly pulled on his clothes. As you walked back into the room, he met your smile and joined you in climbing into bed, silently grappling with the weight of the secrets he carried.

He switched off the light beside him and pulled you loser to his chest a sigh left his lips as he did so.

“Whats wrong?”

He hesitated before speaking. "I'm sorry if I seem a little distant; I've just been busy with work." Pausing for a moment, he debated whether to reveal his secret identity. "And other things..."

You rolled over to face him you caught a glimpse of his green eyes in the darkness “Other things like what Damian?” you so desperately wanted him to open up to you and let you in.

Damian gazed at you, evident conflict in his expression, revealing a desire to share something. Another sigh escaped through his nose, and he closed his eyes briefly. When he reopened them, he gently reached up, caressing the back of your head with his hand.

Uncertain of how to broach the subject, he grappled with the idea. While he had contemplated telling you before, the realization that the moment had arrived sooner than expected weighed on him.

Without another thought Damian muttered the words “I’m Batman”

You felt a mix of surprise and disbelief wash over you as Damian revealed his alter ego. The pieces began to click together, connecting the dots of his mysterious behavior and late-night disappearances. Silence lingered for a moment before you responded, "Batman?" Your mind raced with questions. It definitely wasn’t what you expected him to say.

The room held a quiet understanding as you reached for his hand, a silent acknowledgment that your connection had transcended ordinary boundaries. You closed the gap in between the two of you. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.”

In that vulnerable moment, the barriers between you melted away. You embraced him, the shared secret deepening the bond between you. Together, you faced the challenges of Gotham, knowing that beneath the cape and cowl was a man you had come to love even more deeply.

Pt1

I really didn’t want him to say “I’m Batman.” Because of the memes :(

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kusunogatari · 5 years

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Three | Cyberpunk AU ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Uchiha Madara ] [ Gun, vulgarity, blood, gore ] [ Verse: Oil and Blood ] [ Previous || Next ]

“You should have known I’d catch up to you one of these days…”

With a grunt, he’s forced to his knees, hands bound behind his back. The typical glow of his mods are dark, stripped of their power. Already he’s having difficulty breathing, wheezing as the support systems for his organs run dry.

Silhouetted by the street lamp behind him, his captor methodically fiddles with his pistol, which glistens in the rain. “You really thought you could betray me and get away with it…? You’re even stupider than I figured. It was one thing to follow me so blindly...but to turn against me is even more foolish. You should have just kept your head down, Obito. You’d have lived longer.”

“...fuck you,” he manages to rasp, attitude still coarse in the face of imminent destruction. For good measure, he draws up saliva and spits it on his enemy’s shoe.

The man before him heaves a disappointed sigh. “...make whatever last-ditch efforts you want. You’re not getting out of this alive. And the mark you’d have left will soon be forgotten. You’re nothing, Obito. Just a man, like any other...perhaps even lesser, given how much of you has been replaced. I, on the other hand...will step over your corpse and continue my ascension. Your treachery is...an annoyance, but not a true hindernace. You were useful...but easily replaced.”

“You’ll get yours,” Obito mutters, squinting up at his foe with a snarl. “Even you aren’t untouchable...if not me, someone else will kill you. You’re not the god you think you are, Madara.”

There’s a long moment of silence, broken by nothing but the rain, as the boss looks upon his underling. “...well, given that you’re about to be scrap, might as well take what’s still useful from you…” Nodding to his other cohorts, he has Obito restrained, ignoring his grunts and struggles of protest. “You won’t be needing this in the junkyard.” A gloved hand reaches and plucks the violet eye mod from its steel socket. “I think I’ll have far more use for a Rinnegan model than you will in a moment. Consider it repayment for your bullheadedness and all the trouble you’ve caused me.”

Staring with his remaining eye of flesh, a hint of mad fury glints within it as Obito looks unflinchingly into the barrel of Madara’s pistol. “...better watch your back, Madara...before someone else plunges a knife into it.”

“...that’s enough talk.”

With a muffled report, the gun fires, and Obito’s head whips back, body going limp. Blowing at the smoke, Madara gives a jerk of his head. “...dump him where he belongs.”

Wordlessly, two grunts take his arms and legs, hauling him the last several feet to the pit that is the junkyard. A few swings to gather momentum, and then they toss the body into the mounds of refuse.

“...well, I think it’s time for a drink,” Madara muses, holstering his weapon and turning back toward his car. “Come, we’ve better things to do with our evening.”

The small motorcade pulls from the curb, street lamp flickering before going dark.

Umbrella hovering overhead, she plants careful feet in the shifting masses of discarded parts. Maybe not a typical person’s ideal way to spend a night, but...well, she’s in need of some spare tech, and no one’s going to be missing them from a scrap heap. Burrowing through the various discarded mods and other pieces, Ryū lifts an arm. Hovering her modded palm over it, she scans its data.

“Mm...still not the right model…” she murmurs to herself, setting it back and continuing through the wreckage. She doesn’t need the entire limb, just a choice circuit within it for a client. One of her...less than legal patients. Hence rooting around in the dark, cold, and rain rather than ordering it properly. All of her business expenses are monitored, after all...with how rampant illegal modifications are, the government can’t be too careful.

At least...to a point. After all, they leave all this perfectly salvageable stuff here, only cleaning it out every few months. Until then, she’s free to peruse it...so long as she avoids the guards and disables the cameras. Easy enough to do with remote hacks and a few bribes.

Sure, she does her share of legitimate business - as someone versed in both the technological and biological of today’s humanity, she’s a valuable commodity as a doctor. But people with illegal mods are still people...and she’ll be damned if they go without care when she’s more than capable. It just...takes a little extra effort, is all.

Like what she’s up to now.

Picking up another arm, another scan finds it lacking the part she needs. At this rate, she might be here all night… A few more steps, and she lifts another limb.

...only to find it attached to something.

Or...someone.

Gasping, she drops it and scurries backward, feet caught in the mess and bringing her down to her backside with a crash of metal and plastic. Heart hammering, she stares with wide eyes at what she can barely see in the dark. After a brief pause, she dares to lift her palm, the installed light following to illuminate what she found.

It...it’s a body...not just parts. An entire person...what the hell?! That...that’s not…?

Another hesitation, and then she scrambles forward, carefully looking him over. None of his mods are active, and...wow, he’s got quite a few. There’s bruising along the flesh she can see, too. Gently turning his face toward her, she grimaces at the sight. An empty eye mod socket, and...wait a minute… Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a pair of pliers, carefully reaching in and drawing out...a spent bullet.

...holy shit. With that information, a possible story forms. Someone was beaten, tied up, and...and...executed.

...but…

Hovering a modded palm over his chest, she waits for a response. Mopping rain from her face (her umbrella spared instead to the body), there’s a tense silence...until...there!

A heartbeat!

He’s alive…! But barely...she’ll have to move fast.

Lifting her other hand to her ear, she activates her communication mod. “I need you at my location, now! There’s someone alive down here…!”

There’s no response, but she can hear the motor in the distance. Looking over the rest of him, she finds his spine and neck intact, so no immediate worries about moving him. But...if he was shot in his mod socket, he’s probably got some cranial damage...likely a concussion, at any rate. Carefully sitting him up, she manages to lift him a bit by the time her hoverbike makes it to her position. Thankfully her sidecar (used to transport the mods she salvages) is big enough for a person. Managing to heft him into it, she hops astride the seat and puts on her helmet, visor activating as she turns it to manual mode, carefully navigating the pit until she makes it to a bank low enough she can get out and back onto the road. From there, she engages the self-driving mechanism, setting a waypoint for her office.

With that done, she turns to her unconscious companion, looking for something under his shirt. Checking a few routine places, it’s then she finds it: a tomoe tattoo just under his collarbone. Seems he was part of the Uchiha yakuza. Which would explain his execution-style abandonment. Maybe another gang got ahold of him and dumped him. She’s treated her share of Uchiha before...she should probably report that he’s alive.

But maybe best to do so only once she knows he’s going to live. For now, he’s rather unstable...and getting their hopes up too soon might not go well. Until then, she’ll just do what she can.

“Hold on,” she murmurs, leaning back upright. “We’ll try to get you patched up…”

Once the bike pulls into its small hangar beside her clinic, Ryū fetches a hover stretcher to load him onto, taking him in through the rear door: the one reserved for her illegal patients. Thankfully her second medical bay is empty, and she moves him to the first bed in the back. Stripping the soaked remnants of his clothes, she starts by drying him off and getting his body temperature back up. From there, she starts assessing the damage to his mods.

She’s rarely seen someone with this many...and it doesn’t look like they’re aesthetic. Most appear to actually be tied to his bodily functions. Whatever happened to him...it took tech rather than biology to patch him up. Activating a mod from her temple, she starts looking through the components, HUD displaying information for whatever she’s looking at.

Hm...seems they just powered them down...didn’t want him using these to struggle, she affirms to herself, quickly moving to power them back on. One by one, the modifications to his torso power up, alight with energy and seeing him take a gasping breath. Ryū can’t help a glance up to his face, seeing color slowly return as the tech helping his organs restarts.

“You’re one lucky fella,” she murmurs. “Another ten minutes and you’d probably be dead…” With the most vital mods restored, she heaves a sigh, settling in and getting to work.

It takes all night, the rain stopping and sun rising before she extracts herself. Leaning back with a huff, hands come to rest over her face, letting herself adjust to a new position and closing her eyes. She hasn’t worked that long, that intensely, for quite some time.

He’s still got bits and pieces to work on, but...he should be mostly in the clear. Turns out he does indeed have a minor concussion, but she hopes it won’t affect him too badly.

For now, though...she needs a quick break, and something to eat. She never did find that circuit she needed, but...well, they can wait. A bum arm is a slightly lesser priority than an entire body. Wheeling back, she moves to the stairs and second story of her clinic...which happens to be where her living quarters are.

Digging out enough to make a sandwich, she sits with a sigh under her wireless charger, building the batteries back up for her mods. Chewing slowly, Ryū lets her eyes close, still mulling over what left she has to do for this guy. She’s extremely curious about what happened to him, but...part of her expects to be left hanging for a while. Concussions don’t exactly leave people in the best frame of mind. He’ll likely be confused, and possibly have some memory problems until his brain has a chance to heal. Thankfully there was only some minor bleeding and very little swelling. With enough time, he should make a decent recovery, if not have some lingering side effects for a few weeks or months due to the rattling his brain got.

He was so lucky...shooting that socket saved his life. If it was anywhere else… She lets the thought trail off, grimacing. If not for that steel...well, she wouldn’t have had to bring him here, that’s for certain.

Once she’s charged a bit and fed, Ryū makes her way back downstairs. A few scans show him approaching consciousness, brain activity far stronger than it was when she found him. Thankfully she happens to be closed today, so...as long as no emergencies show up, she can keep an eye on him full time.

“...ngh…”

Perking up as he stirs, she watches as his lids flicker and pinch before opening. One reveals the empty mod socket, and the other a black, foggy iris.

“W...where…?”

“Sir, my name is Suigin Ryū,” the medic offers, tone soft and even to avoid panicking him. “I...well, I found you seriously injured in the junkyard a few blocks away. I’ve patched you up as best I can for now, but you still have some lingering issues. It’s for the best you remain reclined and calm, all right…?”

His gaze moves to her, head wobbling a bit. “I...what…?”

“I realize you might be having some memory troubles due to a head injury. Can you tell me your name…?”

Brow furrowing, he appears to try and think. “It, uh...it’s...O-Obito.”

“Obito…?”

“...I…”

“That’s all right, don’t overwork yourself. I’m glad to see you awake, Obito-san. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

“...like shit,” he mumbles frankly. “What...happened?”

“I don’t know...like I said, I found you unconscious and with your mods unpowered in the junkyard. You were severely injured, so...it appears someone harmed you, and left you there to…” She trails off, her next word rather obvious. “...can you remember anything before now?”

“It...it’s all foggy, and my head is killing me…”

“That’s all right - I’ll get you a drip for your pain, and you just get some rest.” Smiling warmly at him, she spares a hand to comb at the fringe of his hair. “You’re going to be fine. I’m so happy I found you...you were very lucky. You’ll likely have to be here for a while, so...if you need anything, just let me know. I’ll have other patients to attend to sometimes, but you’re safe here. All right?”

Gaze still misty with pain, fatigue, and a rather scrambled mind, Obito just...sits under her attentions for a moment. “...right…”

“For today, you’re the only one here, so...just holler if you need something.” Standing, she switches out his IV, replacing it with one laced with painkillers. “This will make you drowsy, so...just get some rest, okay? I’ll check on you often to make sure you’re doing all right.”

Almost immediately, he looks ready to fade. “...thank you…”

“...you’re welcome.”

Watching him drift off, Ryū heaves a long sigh. Well, at least he’s conscious - he’s not comatose, but she’ll have to check him frequently for a while to make sure he’s not slipping. Still...she has to wonder what exactly happened to him at the dump. Maybe, for now...she’ll just keep this to herself. Once Obito can remember, she’ll try to contact someone. Until then, he’s not going anywhere.

Day three, cyberpunk AU! Ngl I've wanted to write this for a LONNNG time so I was psyched to see it on Meg's list xD This concept's been in my head for weeks, and getting it down on digital paper at last is refreshing, even if...this is a rather sizeable cliffhanger, whoops! We might have to just...RP it instead. Or maybe I'll add chapters. Who knows! But for now, this is all I've got, so...thanks for reading!

#obiryū october #abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #uchiha madara #gun //#vulgarity //#blood //#gore //#oil and blood [ au ]

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