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amiechuchu · 3 years

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do you do requests? :D can i request for a fluffy doctor!reader and loki? i love your mmaatib series btw!

anon!! you're making me BLUSH!!! thank you so much for your support! and sorry if this came out a bit late i was feeling a bit under the weather the past few days. i also apologize for any errors btw! as you can see, i am a very very tired student who just wants her fix of loki too :'). anyways, i hope you enjoy!

Summary: because of y/n’s incessant pestering, loki turns y/n into a cat hoping that it would give him a moment’s peace.

Warnings: none

Catastrophe.

Loki had become accustomed to the smell of disinfectants that linger in the medical wing as his visits became more and more frequent. Although he hated to admit it, he loved the company you were able to provide. Maybe a bit more than the shared solace your safe haven have provided for the both of you. Usually, the low hum of the air-conditioning filled the room’s silence along with the small conversations you and Loki had shared.

However, today was not one of those usual days. Today, you decided to reverse the roles, where you would be the one getting under Loki’s skin and Loki would be... Loki. Today, you decided that it would be fun to be the most annoying person in the whole Nine Realms. How? By disrupting the peace that graced this room, of course. You started off by imitating the Avengers to which he easily ignored. Then, you began imitating him, speaking of glorious purpose and whatnot, asking him to conjure his prized golden horns for you to use. Though the image that crossed his mind of you wearing his horns was temptingly adorable, his growing annoyance was far greater. Its evidence pointed at his deepening unamused pouty face.

The last straw for Loki was when you thought of imitating a variety of earth’s animals. You chirped, mooed, croaked, barked, and meowed. At that point, despite how much Loki loved hearing your voice, having a moment’s silence sounded so much sweeter to him. So, the God decided to turn you into the last animal you imitated... a cat. With a flick of his wrist, green swirls engulfed your form, and, in just mere seconds, you were transformed into a furry feline. A very cute one nonetheless.

You stood on your hind legs to admire your paws, mesmerized. Loki, on the other hand, looked pleased to see that your awe has taken over your sudden bouts of wanting to annoy him. He could finally read his book in peace, whilst stealing glances at your feline form every now and then to make sure that you don’t get into trouble.

You took a few steps forward and a few steps back to see how comfortable it was to walk on four legs. It seemed very unnatural to you at first, but you managed. After a few minutes of walking, running, jumping, and exploring the area with your new form, you were confident that you had mastered the basics of feline movement. Without a care in the world, you began to sing Loki a song... in cat... very badly. In which, the lyrics you uttered were literally just meow, meow, meow, and meow on repeat.

“Loki,” you said in attempts to get the God’s attention. To your surprise, a meow still came out. The evident shock in your furry face shown as your irises were enlarged and your mouth slightly open.

“Cats meow, pet,” Loki snapped at you, eyes still focused on the novel he was reading. “You know, for a mortal who treats people for a living and studies human physiology all their life, you don’t seem very smart. And no, before you even ask, I will not turn you back. ”

Ignoring his remark, you jumped up to the table where he was situated. This time you kept tapping on his hands. “Hey, listen,” you meowed wanting the God’s undivided attention. “Wait, how can you even understand me?”

Before Loki could answer, the doors to the medical wing were swung open, revealing your boss, the one and only Tony Stark. Great. Immediately, Loki’s face soured upon seeing the man. His face all scrunched up and pouty again. You, on the other hand, pretended to be a good little kitty and lie down on the table, acting all cute and innocent. Tony wouldn’t notice, right? No, he would. But, he wouldn’t care, right? Hopefully.

“Reindeer games, have you seen the, uh, doctor in charge here. They are about this tall, and probably the only person who hangs out here majority of the time?” Tony asked, as he made gestures with his hands trying to picture out your height. He took a few glances at you - the cat - on the table as your tail gracefully wagged to-and-fro. Although a bit confused, he decided not to mind it, thinking that someone - maybe even Loki - adopted the cat and let them in the tower. Not that he really cared at the moment. Currently, the only thing nagging his brain was finding his precious doctor to finish their research agenda. This was the first time you were late and that worried Tony more than he’d like to admit. He wanted to find you before an overprotective uncle Bruce could notice, and, honestly, racing against that time period was too pressuring, even for him.

“I haven’t seen them,” Loki replied, making shooing motions with his hands. A signal that he wanted to be left alone already. The God went back to reading his novel until Tony left to scour the entire building for you, muttering something along the lines of calling Doctor Strange if he couldn't find you at all. He knew that Bruce wouldn’t take it lightly knowing his niece was missing under his watch, so calling out the all-knowing sorcerer became his trump card in case dear old Brucie decided to kick his ass for losing you.

With Tony out of the way, Loki turned his gaze on you.

Actually, on nothing now.

Of course, you had to disappear for real this time.

An exasperated sigh came out of his mouth as he realized you ran away from him. It wasn’t long until the same sense of worry Tony had came over the God. Realizing his current situation, an anxious laugh managed to come out of his mouth. Look at him, Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, a literal deity, worried about the doctor who he turned into a cat.

At this point, panicked thoughts began to rival his own logical ones.

What if someone else had picked you up? You were in a form of a feline inside a facility that clearly doesn’t deal with any animals. It wouldn't be a surprise if someone took you. Undoing the magic with this situation in mind wouldn't bring as much trouble, right?

Loki thought of undoing the magic, but another thought popped into his head before making the decision. What if you were hidden in some cramped space just waiting for him to find you? He feared that undoing it while you were in hiding might be detrimental to your own safety. As much as you annoyed him, Loki wouldn’t want to see his favorite little physician hurt in any way.

Upon weighing all the pros and cons of the situation they were in, Loki decided to look for you the old fashioned way: by himself. Magic would be useless in this situation. Knowing you, any form of telepathic communication Loki made would just be ignored. Though he loved playing all types of games with you, this one only stressed him out. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and thought of the different places he would hide if he were you.

The God observed his surroundings as he decided to look for you inside the medical wing first. With you in feline form, you wouldn't have the strength to push open the doors, so he deduced that you wouldn't have gotten too far. Maybe you were under the beds, hidden in the shadows. Or even at the top of the shelves, away from plain sight. He began pacing through the whitewashed rooms, looking for more clues to narrow down the possible hiding places. Upon reaching halfway through the wing, Loki noted how the afternoon sun shone brightly, through the wide glass windows especially there at the far end of the room. Coincidentally, at the same area, he also spotted a seemingly occupied hospital bed with its curtains pulled all the way. The God took a few more steps as his brain continued to wire all the information together. Finally, it dawned on him.

That was perfect place for a catnap.

Loki crept towards the bed's entrance, careful not to make any sounds to alarm you. Anxiously, he peered through the curtains, mentally cursing himself for the crinkling sound it made. Gods, how he prayed to find you there waiting for him. Taking a deep breath, he made his way inside the secluded area to find... you basking under the sun in feline form, all curled up and asleep. Thank the Norns.

Your rhythmic purring quietly resonated throughout the area. A smile tugged at the edges of his mouth, relieved to have found you. Although he was jealous of the fact that the entire time you were just fast asleep, while he had to go through such an ordeal. And so, Loki climbed on top of the bed in the most quiet way possible. Although he was slightly unsure of his actions, he did it anyway. No one else was there, no one else would know. So, there he lay beside you, comfortable with a novel in hand.

It was not long until all the adrenaline in his system died down, and Loki too needed a nap of his own. He stifled a yawn, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. As time passed, the God slowly drifted to sleep, and the magic that held your form was undone. Now, there you lay beside him, adorned by the golden afternoon sun.

Still in deep sleep, you shifted your position, attracted to the warmth the God had brought with him. Realizing the change in position, Loki, as if by reflex, took his arm and put it around the small of your waist in attempts to keep you from falling off the edge, to keep you close. His head nudged yours lightly, and there he stared, captivated, at your sleeping form. There he realized how much he really cared for you despite how much of a handful you can be sometimes. It just felt right for him to have you pressed into his chest, to have his arm around you, to have you right there by his side.

It just felt right for him to have you.

“Sleep well, my mischievous little doctor,” the God said as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before finally dozing off.

As the two of you blissfully slept, basking under the afternoon sun, somewhere around the tower there was a very angry Tony Stark, looking for the missing doctor. That didn't matter at all to Loki. The only thing that mattered to him then and there was you by his side, safe and sound.

It was enough for him that today didn't end in a catastrophe.

Taglist: @gaycatlord-stuff

#mmaatib #magic mayhem and all things in between #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki/reader #loki/you #loki imagine #imagine loki

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typinggently · 3 years

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More about Feral/Thot Bruce and his relationship with his villains, please~ <3

Ahhhhh yes of course!!!!! ❣️❣️ I’ve taken this to just brainstorm a little, so it’s a bit messy! (sorry 🌹)

I have to say, for quite a while I had this strict division in my mind between Thotty Bruce and Feral Bruce but I’ve come to realise - “crazy and perverse”, right?! So??!! I really think Feral Bruce would have every reason to start something with his villains. Good for him, honestly. (And we KNOW he likes bad girls so you can’t tell me that he doesn’t like bad boys too. You can’t. It’s practically canon that he’s into it)

But all my justifications for horny bs aside -

Firstly I once again have to bring up Lil Kim? How many Licks?! The fact that “startin’ fights in your yard” wasn’t just her ego talking but, according to genius, there was a problem in the 90s with inmates legit starting fights over who got to jerk off to her magazine shoot?! I- Hello?! That’s the energy we want for the villains.

(That got me thinking whether the Gotham underground is as hot for Brucie as they are for The Bat, considering Brucie is much more...out there. But I think that wouldn’t be very public since it’s known that Harvey Dent will hurt you if you talk badly about Brucie)

Now. What’s Bruce into?

For one, there are people he genuinely has connections with in real life and who he just genuinely crushes on - which is basically just Harvey, isn’t it? Those two have a very complicated relationship, there’s a lot of angst and all that, of course. But we can’t deny the fact that back in the day they had incredible chemistry. I still really like the whole Matthew McConaughey idea for Harvey, which would mean he’s a whole 10 years older than Bruce, but...man that’s sizzling?! 20somerhing Bruce at the beginning of his HottieThottie Brucie phase making absolute moon eyes at this serious-friendly lawyer?! I could talk about it for ages. If we go with the idea that Harvey knows who he is (which just seems very likely to me), I wonder how that translates into their villain-Bat relationship. There’s a LOT to be explored here.

So. There’s another group with villains who Bruce most definitely could (or did) fuck around with, such as Slade, Bane or Croc. Mr Freeze, too, for that matter. Also I’m putting Ra’s into this category. :). Powerful people who have a relationship with him that goes beyond schemes and fights, or who are intelligent and mayhaps compassionate at times, who Bruce may not agree with but nonetheless respects. And who are hot!!!! I have to say it!!!! Bruce has to sit in his cave and listen to recordings of Bane’s speeches or watch Croc in confinement just tear through metal and ??!!! He’s just?! Not supposed to drool all over that?!

Absolutely ridiculous to expect that of him. Instead, we should all applaud him that he manages to keep his cool and actually fight those people?! Most of them can definitely tell that there’s chemistry there (And by that I mean anyone but Bane honestly. I love him and I love the “what do you MEAN ‘suck my cock’ I’m here to crush your skull” vibe for him so much).

Just like good guys can get a bit hot for the bad guys, bad guys can have a very intense reaction to guys who’re just...good. You’re going to try to stop me? You think you can just put on your tight little suit and punch me? Oh that’s cute, that’s hot

Additionally, The Bat has something very irresistible about him. It’s the feral energy, it’s the black outfit, the sexy claws, the weirdly acrobatic fighting style. Even people like Penguin and Mad Hatter, Scarecrow and Riddler aren’t really immune to it. It’s not like they would actively pursue anything like Slade might, but they can feel a certain pull. The Bat to them is what those sexy villanelles and femme fatales are to detectives. Danger, someone you want to avoid, but also incredibly appealing.

So when I say that The Bat’s got their dick’s hard, starting fights in their yard, I don’t just mean that Croc and Slade get into an argument about wether the other is lying about making the Bat come untouched (neither of them is lying btw), or Harvey breaking some crook’s nose because he said The Bat is nothing but a guy in a slutty costume. I mean that when someone brings that guy up, there’s an immediate tension. Silence falls.

Unfortunately, there’s no photo shoot with Bat in an aqua green wig, playing around in a foam-filled bathtub, but the memories of a rough voice, sharp nails, a flash of a trim waist are MORE than enough to have the villains foaming at the mouth.

#feral bruce hours #dc #filth #twobats #and a lot more #but I have no idea wether they HAVE ship names

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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The Rules of the Lab

The Rules of the Lab: A Iron Man Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

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Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: Age difference (not used as a kink), Smut (Oral sex, rimming, light d/s, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: After returning from a long mission Tony shuts himself up in the lab. You decided to test the rules of the lab to get him to realize what he has.

The Rules of the Lab

Living in the Avengers tower when the Avengers were out on a mission was a little weird. All the agents that worked for them suddenly seemed to relax and goof off. Like the bosses were out of town so no need to be on guard. All that is except for Maria Hill who seemed to just become what stress would actually look like if it took human form.

Happy would come and check in on you a little too regularly. To the point that you weren’t sure if Tony was just constantly worried about you when he wasn’t around or if Happy was just bored and wanted company. This time around he’d actually asked you to help tell off that Spider-Man kid with him for doing some dangerous thing or other. Which was weird because of the fact he could probably drop kick you into the sun if he wanted to, but also the fact you think he’s the same age as your brother. Something you pointed out to Tony one time and he’d squirmed like crazy and immediately changed the subject.

You also seemed to be the towers resident pet sitter, taking care of Clint’s dog, Nat’s cat, and Bucky’s service dog and cat. Also, Nat had a spider collection you had to go check on regularly and Sam had a parrot that someone else had taught to swear. You were pretty sure the someone else was Bucky.

This time they had been away for a little over two weeks. They’d gotten back two days ago and you were yet to see Tony for more than a brief kiss in the hall. You’d asked if he wanted you to come up both nights via text but he’d brushed you off. You knew it wasn’t about you, but you also couldn’t pretend that you weren’t worried about him.

You didn’t see Bruce for a few days either, but in the time he’d been away you had made a massive break in your research. It sat on your shoulder now, large and surly and sniffing around the room like it was looking for something to fight.

Bruce came into the lab looking a little smaller than normal and quite pale.

“Hey, Bruce!” You said, not quite being able to contain the excitement you felt in seeing him returning to the world. “I’ve missed you.”

“Hi,” Bruce said quietly, his eyes darting around the room. “Why is that rat green?”

“Oh, he’s not a rat.” You answered, holding your hand up to the rodent on your shoulder. It sniffed your fingers and tentatively stepped onto the palm of your hand. You placed him on the bench and gave him a treat. He started eating it and you touched him on the top of the head. “Boop.” You chirped.

The rodent dropped the treat and started to convulse. His body twisted and he let out a shriek before it settled into the form of a small white mouse.

“You made a hulk mouse?” Bruce said coming over to look at it. You picked it up and stroked it with your finger.

“Yep. I pretty much raised him. He’s been with me all the time since before you left and now in the hulk mode he just gets protective of me.” You explained. “But he has a trigger. It’s not like the lullaby. I built it into him.”

Bruce looked up at you. “It’s not anger or fear triggered.”

“Nope. He’s had quite a few trials done. The videos are all there. He’ll only hulk out when I do the trigger.” You answered, your index finger stroking down the back of the mouse.

Bruce shook his head. “We’re really getting close aren’t we?”

You nodded and rubbed his arm. “We’re going to get it for sure.” You took the mouse back to his enclosure and it crawled into its hammock and fell asleep. “How’s Tony doing? He’s barely said anything to me since he got back. At this point, I’m getting a little worried about him.”

“We all get a little funny about socializing after a mission like that one. It was … rough.” Bruce said taking a seat at one of the computers and bringing up the files you’d been working on.

“You guys need to start leaning on the people who love you. That’s what we’re here for.” You scolded. “Besides if he keeps it up much longer I’ll start thinking he has a secret family.”

Bruce laughed. “I’m not sure he hasn’t got some kid he still hasn’t heard about.”

“Jerk.” You laughed and tossed a pen at him, hitting him in the arm. “You know he’s like 20 years older than me? What if he does have a secret kid and they’re my age?”

Bruce looked up at you and grimaced. “Never say those words to me again. That’s too weird.”

Your laughter took hold of you and you held your sides. “Why are you worried? It’s me that would have to have some stepkid who’s slightly older than me.”

“Please stop.” Bruce pleaded. “Go bother Tony.”

You stopped and looked at him, your head tilted. “You think he won’t mind?”

“Of course not. I know he doesn’t say it, but he loves you. He’s just a mess.” Bruce said. “And that’s coming from the biggest mess.”

You got up and smiled. “Thanks, Brucie bear. I’ll catch you later.”

You were about to head straight to his lab when you had a better idea. Instead, you headed down to your apartment. You freshened up and fixed your hair and makeup before coming out and changing into matching black lace panties and bra. You paired them with a garter and black stockings and a pair of black heels that you had only worn once when Tony insisted on taking you to the Met Gala. You found a lab coat in your wardrobe and pulled it on, buttoning it all the way up.

When you were happy with your look, you caught the elevator back to the labs and headed straight to Tony’s engineering lab. He was standing working on one of his Iron Suits that looked like it had definitely seen better days. You cleared your throat and when he turned to look at you, you smiled.

“Doctor.” You said in greeting.

“Doctor.” He replied. “What brings you to my lab? Did you have an experiment you needed to run?”

“Mmm… I had something I wanted to try.” You purred.

Tony got up and approached you slowly, tapping the screwdriver in his hand against his palm. “What are you wearing?”

“Lab coat.” You answered. “I work in a lab.”

“I see that. You’re not in your lab now though. This is my lab, and we’re much more informal in here.” He said.

“My mistake. I guess I’ll take it off.” You replied and began unbuttoning your lab coat, revealing your lingerie. He made a sound that was half whine, half growl and pulled you into his arms. The screwdriver fell to the ground with a clatter and was quickly forgotten. You kissed hungrily. The pent-up desire and need you had from two weeks apart all coming out in that moment. His hands pushed in under the lab coat and explored your skin while you tugged at his hair. His mouth moved to your neck, biting at the sensitive spot just under your ear.

“I missed you, Tony.” You whispered, tilting your head back to give him better access to you. He hummed in reply and pulled your hips forward, so you could feel the way his cock was just beginning to strain against his jeans. You gripped his hair and pulled his head back to look at you. “Why didn’t you come see me?”

“I don’t like you to see me like that. You shouldn’t have to deal with that.” He said, his eyes darting around, looking everywhere but at you.

You frowned and rested your forehead against his. “If I can’t take you at your worst, I don’t deserve to have you.”

He took a deep breath in and released it shakily. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey, look at me, old man.” You said, pulling back a little. He slowly raised his eyes until he was looking into yours. “I’m a big girl and I can make my own choices. Besides you’re probably right. God knows how bad you’ve got to have been to be lumped with me. But you’re stuck with your bad decisions now. I’m not going anywhere.”

He smirked. “I do try so hard to get rid of you. You’re an eternal thorn in my side.”

You nuzzled into his neck. “That’s better.” You whispered. “I love you, Tony.”

He made a grunt sound into your hair. It was a sound that you had come to read as his way of saying I love you too when he was particularly struggling with the words.

Tony started kissing you again and guiding you backward. You let him lead, giving him the control you normally make him fight for. When your back hit the glass display case that contained the old Iron Suits he turned you to face it. He ran his hands up your arms and guided them so your hands were above your head, palms pressed to the glass. He kept his hands on yours as he kissed your throat and rolled his hips against your ass. You could feel the press of his erection against your ass. It made your cunt tingle in anticipation. His beard scratched your skin as he trailed his mouth down. His tongue flicked out to taste you leaving a wet trail down to your shoulder.

His hands slid down your arms and cupped your breasts. He squeezed your supple flesh and pinched your nipples. You moaned, your head falling back with your eyes closed. Tony started kissing lower. He bit at the fabric of your lab coat and dragged his cheek down your back. When he dropped to his knees he lifted the coat up and yanked your panties down to your knees.

Your hands slipped on the glass and you opened your eyes. The Mark XLVI suit looked on as Tony pried your ass cheeks apart and his tongue slithered over your asshole. Your knees buckled and you moaned. Tony’s fingers gripped your ass as he lapped over your tight hole. Your cunt ached for relief while at the same time you didn’t want him to stop. His tongue worked over your ass. It was a sweet torture and you dripped for him.

Your hands fell from the glass and you gripped his wrists. Your head falling back in ecstasy. “Oh, fuck. Tony.” You groaned.

He spun you to face him and his mouth went straight to your pussy. He sucked at your folds and his tongue rolled over them, tasting as much of you as he could. You carded your fingers through his hair and leaned over him as he began to place sloppy open mouth kisses on your clit. His fingers thrust inside of you as he nipped at your clit.

It was too much. You could barely hold yourself up as you came undone. A wildfire raged inside you and you cried out. Tony reached up squeezing your breast and giving you a way to brace yourself against him. He held you in place as he brought your rapidly to orgasm, fucking you hard with his fingers and biting at your clit.

“Tony. Tony. I can’t… I’m gonna.” You pleaded. He moaned against your pussy and curled his fingers inside of you pressing hard against your g-spot. Your core clenched and you came, falling back against the glass.

Tony got to his feet and unfastened his fly, releasing his erection. You hooked your leg around his hips and drew him closer to you. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you, thrusting his cock deep into your cunt.

“Fuck.” You gasped.

“I missed how you feel.” He whispered. He brought his lips to yours and you kissed. You licked your juices from his lips.

Tony started fucking you hard against the glass. The suits began to rattle on their stands and the Mark XLVI fell forward. It’s head making a dull thunk as it banged on the glass beside your head.

Both you and Tony started laughing.

“Same, buddy,” Tony said, putting his palm against the spot where the mask rested. He kept rutting into you. You were helpless to do anything but hold on, your fingers digging into his back. You came again, your cunt clenching around him, squeezing his cock. He groaned and buried his face in your neck. His hips snapped up and he came, spilling inside of you.

He slipped out of you and lowered you to the ground slowly as you both caught your breath.

“Okay.” You huffed, leaning your head against his shoulder and pulling your panties back up. “Good reconnect.”

He chuckled and patted your head. “Not too bad. I feel I could have lasted a little longer.”

“Eh, don’t beat yourself up. You’re an old man, remember? It’s hard to keep up.” You teased.

He shook his head and you could tell he was trying very hard not to laugh. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and twisted your arm behind your back, before pulling you into a hard kiss.

You broke it with a hum and helped him buckle his pants back up. “You know what’s going to happen now?”

He nuzzled against your neck and skimmed his fingertips over your cheek. “No what?”

“We’re going to the penthouse and getting cleaned up. Maybe we can take a bath.” You said, ghosting your lips against his cheek.

“No…” Tony groaned, dragging the word out or several beats.

“Oh, yes.” You said with a nod. “And then you’re taking me out to dinner. Somewhere fancy. You’re gonna wear a suit.”

“What? But I have to…” He whined pointing at the damaged suit he was working on.

You shrugged and pushed him towards the door. “Should have thought of that when you ignored me for two days.”

“Yes, dear.” He huffed, then straightened up and took your hand. “Right, dinner. Good idea. We should definitely eat.”

“Then after we can do this again, only I’ll be in charge.” You added, quirking your eyebrow at him.

He laughed and bumped you with his shoulder. “Well, that one doesn’t sound so bad.”

// NEXT

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #iron man #iron man fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #genius billionaire playboy philanthropist #the rules of the lab

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hysterialevi · 6 years

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Legend pt. 2

Author’s note: Sorry about the long wait for this one. I got a bit stumped for a while, but it’s finally finished and I hope you enjoy the end result. Thanks for all your support, and as always, love you guys. Stay awesome.

From Bruce’s POV

WAYNE MANOR

THE NEXT MORNING

John let out an astonished gasp upon entering the manor, his jaw dropping open as he viewed the inside with an amazed expression.

“Wow, Bruce!” He exclaimed as he observed the chandeliers hanging above, craning his neck backwards. “I knew you were rich, but...but this...!”

John spread his arms out and twirled around like a top, laughing vigorously to himself.

“This is...INCREDIBLE! Hehehe!”

I smiled gently at the man, adoring his eccentric display of joy from a distance while he explored his new home.

With the Agency and police constantly trying to arrest John, I agreed to let the man live with me for a while in hopes of protecting him. It was too risky to leave him alone during these times, and the last thing I wanted was for someone to catch him while I wasn’t looking.

Aside from Alfred, John was all I had left. He was my closest friend, my partner in fighting crime, and one of the few people I knew I could trust for sure. He had been with me through thick and thin, and always had my back no matter what. I needed him by my side.

If Waller or anyone else wanted to take him away from me, they were going to have to put up a fight. And a damned good one.

“I’m glad you like the house, John,” I said, strolling up to him. “As much as I appreciate the solitude, I have to admit it does get lonely here sometimes. It’ll be nice having you around.”

John put a dramatic hand over his heart and wiped away a fake tear, tilting his head at me in a touched manner.

“You are truly the kindest man I’ve ever met, Brucie. I might just shed a tear.”

I grinned at that, slipping my hands into my pockets. “You’d be the first to say that in a while. I’ve almost forgotten the days when Gotham didn’t hate the Waynes. So, any idea where you want to sleep?”

The clown shrugged, slightly confused. “Um...in the bedroom...?”

A chuckle escaped me. “Well, yes, but which one? There are seven of them.”

John’s eyes popped open. “You have seven bedrooms?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, “along with two kitchens, a library, a gymnasium, a basketball court, and a movie theater. And there’s obviously also the Batcave.”

The other man clapped happily and rubbed his hands together out of excitement, unable to contain himself.

“This is unreal, Bruce. It’s like I’m in paradise. I went from living in an abandoned subway station...to the fanciest manor in Gotham! Ah, it’s so nice having all this...space! Not to mention that Bane and Harley aren’t here to argue about nonsense all day long. We have to arrange a move night sometime! Tell me, are you more of a beef jerky or corn bites guy?” John shrugged. “Ah heck, I’ll just bring both! Hehe!”

“Just be sure to keep a low profile,” I reminded him. “The Agency can’t know you’re here. Otherwise, they’ll tear the place apart brick-by-brick, and take you back to Arkham. Or worse -- slap a collar on you like the rest of the Pact. If you ever want to leave the house, there’s a another exit through the Batcave that will draw much less attention than the front door. And try not to go out by yourself, got it? I wanna make sure you’re safe.”

John nodded, giving me a thumbs-up. “Got it!”

“Great. Now, why don’t you go set up your room?”

He smirked at me, picking up his bags. “Oh, I’ve been so excited for this moment, Brucie! Decorating my own room in Wayne Manor,” John sighed in satisfaction. “This is a dream come true. You and I -- we are gonna have so...much...fun!”

Hurrying up the elegant staircase with his belongings, John practically glided to his room as Alfred passed him on the way down, giving the clown a subtle gesture of acknowledgement before making his way to me.

Despite the smile on the butler’s face and his straightened posture, I could still tell something wasn’t quite right, and as soon as John’s echoing cackle disappeared down the corridor, the old man broke his charade, voicing his concerns.

“I mean no disrespect towards your friend, Bruce,” he said lowly, “but are you sure it’s a good idea to have him stay here?”

Alfred and I wandered over to a more secluded corner of the manor, hoping to keep out of earshot while I explained the situation to him.

“I can’t just let John roam around Gotham by himself, Al. He’s not exactly the type of person to lay low, and the Agency’s been keeping an extremely close eye on him lately. One wrong move, and he’ll be behind bars. I have to watch him.”

The butler didn’t appear convinced.

“...Well, perhaps that’s not such a bad thing,” he argued. “I know you care for him, but in the end, John is a criminal. And he must be brought to justice. We can’t ignore that, Bruce. Batman can’t.”

I paused for a moment, unable to deny that Alfred had a point.

Crossing my arms, I checked to make sure John was still out of sight.

“Look, I know John’s made mistakes--”

“--He’s murdered people.” Alfred corrected.

“--But...” I continued, “I don’t think he’s beyond saving. Not yet, anyways. You said it yourself, Alfred. He’s my friend. I can’t just give up on him and toss him in jail. He’s...he’s all I have left. I mean, Tiffany’s with the Agency, Lucius is gone, and now Waller’s threatening to take John away, too. I have to at least try to help him.”

Realizing that there was no way he was going to sway my mind, Alfred let out a defeated sigh and dropped the subject, evidently anxious about what would come in the future.

“...Very well, sir. I trust your decision, but please...proceed with caution. Soon, the time will come when you must choose which is more important: your friendship with John, or your duty as Batman -- and I don’t want your judgement to be hindered.”

I gave him an assuring nod, heading upstairs to check on my friend.

“Don’t worry, Alfred. As much as I care about John, I’m not blind. If I think he’s fallen beyond repair, Batman will be the first one to step in. But he’ll be brought to justice the right way. I won’t let Waller lay a finger on him, no matter what happens.”

From Oswald’s POV

THE STACKED DECK

“The hunt for the Joker continues,” Jack Ryder reported, his voice barely audible over the rock music filling up the bar, “and the police are desperate to find any leads that could help them find the perpetrator. Fortunately for Gotham, the Joker seems to have gone underground recently and has even ‘vanished’ according to some. In the past few days, there have been no reports of any Joker-related crimes, and the green-haired clown hasn’t been spotted by anyone. Normally, a moment of peace such as this would be appreciated, but one can’t help wondering if the reason the Joker has disappeared...is he’s planning something bigger. But of course, we will keep all you viewers out there informed with any updates. I’m Jack Ryder, and you’re watching Gotham TV.”

I softly chuckled at the news and glanced downwards at my beer bottle, happily taking a sip as I watched the chaos unravel in Gotham’s news. At this point, I wasn’t even upset by all the mayhem slowly tearing down this city, and a part of me was even thrilled.

I had learned enough about Gotham to know that its citizens were far from innocent, and the ones who were died ages ago. The only people who survived in this godforsaken place were men in suits, and those controlling them from the shadows. As far as I was concerned, Joker’s hell-raising rampage was nothing but some well-earned karma, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I only hoped that karma also hit Bruce Wayne.

I was still having difficulty imagining that billionaire pretty boy as Batman. Not only did the two of them act nothing alike, but they were also on complete opposite ends of the spectrum.

The Waynes hurt people; killed them, even. Anyone who was brave enough to oppose them got murdered or thrown in Arkham by Thomas...and yet, his son grew up to become a vigilante. Someone who fought against people like his father. Why?

Maybe this was Bruce’s way of making amends? Maybe he knew the truth about his dear, old dad all along, and wore the mask so he could do more good for the world without risking his reputation. Like he did when Joseph bullied me as a kid.

Pft. I didn’t know whether to admire or condemn him.

All I did know...was that I had to kill him. And quickly.

Ordering another drink, I suddenly sensed a presence walking up behind me as the bartender waltzed off, causing me to glance over my shoulder.

Standing not too far away from me, there was a young woman dressed in a neat, grey blazer and high heels, and her brown hair had been tied into an elegant bun. She was equipped with an advanced pistol that hid just beneath her jacket, and in her hand, she held a clipboard. I guessed this woman must’ve been with the Agency. She had that...look.

“So you’re released from prison after an entire year on the inside,” she said, “...and this is the first place you visit? I...guess I see the appeal.”

I paid no mind to her comment.

“I was in Blackgate for quite a while, love. I’d say I deserve a drink.”

The woman stepped closer. “Just make sure you don’t overdo it. I need your senses to be alert.”

Putting the beer down for a moment, I gave her an irritated glare and casually stood up from my chair, approaching the agent.

“And just who the hell are you?” I questioned. “I’m working on assassinating Gotham’s favorite vigilante for you people, yet your lips remain tighter than the security at Blackgate. Can I get a code name, at the very least?”

Surprisingly, the woman reacted in a more-than-friendly manner and held out her hand, smiling warmly at me.

“Agent Iman Avesta,” she introduced. “You met my partner yesterday. Vernon Blake.”

I didn’t return the handshake, and went back to my stool.

“You can call me Oz,” I replied, “but I assume you know that already. The Agency seems to know a lot ‘bout me. So, what, you here to keep an eye on me?”

Avesta took a seat next to me. “Something like that. Waller just wants to make sure you don’t do anything too...rash. I’m sure you understand.”

I quirked a brow. “If she don’t trust me, then why’d she hire me to do the job?”

“Waller has absolute confidence in your skills,” the agent explained, “but that’s the extent of her trust. Not that I blame her. After all, you were associated with the Children of Arkham. It’d be foolish to let you act alone. It’s nothing personal, of course. The Director watches all her ‘allies’ very closely.”

I scoffed. “You mean like the Pact? I know they’re working for her.”

Avesta seemed impressed. “Well, well. Looks like we’re not the only ones who are good at learning secrets. Waller made a good choice, hiring you for the job. I look forward to accompanying you.”

Finishing my drink, I placed the empty bottle aside and turned to the agent.

“...And how exactly does Waller want me to approach this mission?” I asked. “Any rules I should know about? Any lines I can’t cross?”

Avesta shook her head. “Aside from deserting the mission itself, no. The Director has granted you full permission to do anything it takes to kill Batman. And she means anything.”

Slightly nodding in approval, I separated myself from the bar and prepared to leave, Avesta tagging along with me as we strolled outside.

“Well, all right then. If that’s the case, I think I know just what to do for our first step. But I’m gonna need your help finding someone.”

She appeared intrigued. “Oh, really? And who would that be?”

I smirked, eager to get down to business.

“...Ever heard of a man named Joseph Hunt?”

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