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the-stray-storyteller · 2 years

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Stolen by Silence

Part 1

Breathless, she stood in the dark room with the wind blown out of her lungs. A small torch in her hand illuminated a grey metal case. She was going to make her mark, she didn’t want to be the pickpocketer, the local thief you heard the locals complain about but never made the news anymore. She opened the case slowly, lips twitching into a smile when her eyes caught the sight of the pendrive. She snatched it, stowing it away in one of the many pockets her jacket had. She gently closed the case. Reaching into another pocket she pulled out a small container filled with red paint. She dipped her finger into it covering the thin black gloves with the liquid. She started to draw on the case. Her mark.

Her footsteps fell silent to her own ears but everything was silent to her. She ran through the dark winding hallways. She had memorised the layout of the secure facility. She counted the turns she made.

Almost there.

With a small huff she jumped, grabbing the grills on the opening of the vent. She carefully took off the covering making sure she wouldn’t fall. The vent was even darker than the hallway, she squeezed in and placed the covering back in its place. She started crawling through the vents. She reached again for her flashlight when she deemed she was far enough from the opening. After having some sort of light illuminating her way she carried on. She felt the cold tingle on her knees and the palm of her finger where the cold seeped through her clothes from the metal surface.

With a breath of relief she pulled herself out of the vents and onto the roof of the building. The rain dripped off her leather jacket. She looked down. A red carpet made its way to the building she was standing on. The harsh flashes of cameras made its way all the way to the roof. Stunning young men and women with outlandish glittering clothes made their way into the building. She looked up at the skyline of the city. Buildings of glass and metal made their way to the sky. The city was illuminated by neon lights. Bright pink, yellow, blue, purple, green lights shot out from alleyways. She felt the silence of the city. She couldn’t hear the vehicles honking, the people yelling at each other or the rain bashing against everything it touched.

She headed towards a corner on the roof and picked up her rope. The two ends of the rope were attached to a crab claw-like device. She looped the device on a flagpole, the device secured itself with a green light. She did the same with the other end this time attaching it to her belt loop. She looked at the edge of the roof, always best to run for things like this. Her feet pushed her forward, one step after another. The last push was made against the edge, with that she jumped off the roof.

The wind pushed against her body. She fell in tranquillity, clothed in the darkness of night. There was something beautiful about falling, she always enjoyed this part. Her feet gently touched the ground as she reached the end of her rope. With a small tug the rope let go of the pole falling down in front of her feet. She picked it up, rolling it into coils and stuffing it inside her jacket. She headed into an alleyway pulling out her bag from a corner. She pulled off the cloth mask covering the button half of her face, breathing in deeply. She pulled off her jacket and stuffed it into the bag. Pulling out a purple hoodie with too many holes to count, she placed it on top of her white shirt. With that she walked away from the crime scene she created and headed towards the monorail.

She must have caught their attention with this.

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“Almost there” the girl muttered to herself, running towards the room with a burning ambition. She let the torch light guide her. It was less about the money and more about the fact that this would be the theft of the year. One of the most secure facilities, a pen drive holding the code for an A.I which would make or break the next generation. Get this, get the glory. This was a competition for every single thief who worked with the Exchange.

“Move outta the way Handprint!”

She got banged against the wall,falling to the ground in pain. Handprint let out a growl, she had a rough time thanks to the code name she chose but she was one of the best thieves around. She looked up at the boy who pushed her. Black coat trailing further away by every second accompanied by the glint of a clawed finger. He went by Crow and he pushed every single button when it came to Handprint. She pushed herself off the ground and started running behind him. Once close enough she pounced, not bothering to waste time tying him up. With every second passing another thief could have gotten the drive.

She turned into a room. Moving the torch across the room carefully. The light landed on a figure hanging from the ceiling. Handprint squinted at the tiny figure, eyes widening with recognition.

“Spider, that you?”

The tiny female looked at her, eyes filled with rage.

“Someone was already here,” Spider’s squeaky voice reached her ears.

Handprint slowly shifted her torch down to the place Spider was hanging over. The case sat still, it didn’t look like it had been moved but on top of it was a dark red symbol. She slowly walked towards it and touched the paint gingerly. A tiny speck of red made it onto her hand, whoever was here had left only a while ago.

Handprint observed the symbol running through every thief she had met. She turned back to look at Crow, who had made his way to her side. He shook his head as an answer to the obvious question. Handprint looked at Spider.

“Nope never met a thief that used this symbol,” her pitchy voice filled with curiosity.

“Someone is trying to make their mark.” Crow’s voice was slick with interest, his left hand raised to his chin. The black metal claw on his index finger somehow managed to shine in the darkness.

After taking a few pictures of the mark, Handprint made her exit followed by the other two thieves. The word had gotten out, some one had gotten to the pen drive. She pulled out a phone and called her friend.

“Alaric, do you….” She was interrupted.

“Ye.” was all the speaker said before dropping the call.

Part 2

#nothing but thieves #writers #my writing #fiction #futuristic #stolen #orginal oc #original character #writers on tumblr #author #writblr #heist #action #thieves #stealing #organization #creative writing #teen writer #Stolen by Silence

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kirnet · 2 years

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I wish true crime was more of ‘here’s this crazy heist’ and less. What it is

#I enjoy learning abt heist or criminal syndicates or organized crime not exploitation of poor dead women #ramblings

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electricea · 1 year

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@emystic sent - "This school blows loads, they took my squishy and it was a limited thing too!" How dare they confiscate her pastel galaxy bunny, don't they know that set was only a limited run. [ from Lucy; with the earlier talks about fidget toys and hiding them, I wanted to jump in lol ]

"Man, that's totally not cool!" Clenching a fist, he finds himself getting fired up at the thought of such a special - and limited edition! - rare item being stolen, especially since it hadn't been given back! Clutching his fist above his chest, he declared.

"We should totally sneak back in and steal your squishy back from 'em! They can't just hold onto it and keep it forever!"

#emystic #( v; unspecified. )#organizing a civilian heist!

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never-took-a-lesson · 1 year

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“I have a sudden urge to steal the Notre Dame pipe organ.”

#ic #open #organ heist 2 electric boogaloo

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renjunnipeikko · 2 years

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Malleus: You aren’t afraid of me. But I’m starting to become afraid… of losing you.

Me, just tryna get the gems for reaching max vignette level with so many cards:

#bro i just wanna pull for more ssr cards #this man is wild #just the idea of us like frantically trying not to die #and trying to stop all of us from being killed #AND trying to find a way to just go home #a giant mouse talks to us through our mirror but only at night #people keep going beserker mode even tho it’s supposed to be extremely rare #we’ve basically been unwillingly saddled with a child we are now the guardian of #two dumbass teenage boys have glued themselves to us and keep getting in trouble and involving us #some bitch fucking kidnapped us #we got evicted #we organized a museum heist #we’re being coerced threatened and blackmailed by the literally headmaster of our school #we’re the ciel phantomhive to that man’s queen of fucking england #his full on fucking watchdog #his sleuthhound #literally living in what’s pretty much a complete nightmare disguised as a chill school slice of life #while malleus is there doodling our name in hearts #different planes of existence #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst malleus #malleus draconia #twst spoilers #spoilers #tw spoilers #tw: spoilers

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thebongomediaempire · 2 years

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#fake movie poster #parody #crime #plans went sideways #three mistakes #failure to plan is planning to fall #mob #organized crime #bank heist #booby traps #substantial penalties for early withdrawal #ashley judd #stanley tucci #joe pesci #SAFE DEPOSIT BOX #written and directed by charles bongo barrett #a bongo's nifty films production #no rrights reserved

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mostlysignssomeportents · 7 months

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Amazon's bestselling "bitter lemon" energy drink was bottled delivery driver piss

Today (Oct 20), I'm in Charleston, WV at Charleston's Taylor Books from 12h-14h.

For a brief time this year, the bestselling "bitter lemon drink" on Amazon was "Release Energy," which consisted of the harvested urine of Amazon delivery drivers, rebottled for sale by Catfish UK prankster Oobah Butler in a stunt for a new Channel 4 doc, "The Great Amazon Heist":

https://www.channel4.com/programmes/the-great-amazon-heist

Collecting driver piss is surprisingly easy. Amazon, you see, puts its drivers on a quota that makes it impossible for them to drive safely, park conscientiously, or, indeed, fulfill their basic human biological needs. Amazon has long waged war on its employees' kidneys, marking down warehouse workers for "time off task" when they visit the toilets.

As tales of drivers pissing – and shitting! – in their vans multiplied, Amazon took decisive action. The company enacted a strict zero tolerance policy for drivers returning to the depot with bottles of piss in their vans.

That's where Butler comes in: the roads leading to Amazon delivery depots are lined with bottles of piss thrown out of delivery vans by drivers who don't want to lose their jobs, which made harvesting the raw material for "Release Energy" a straightforward matter.

Butler was worried that he wouldn't be able to list his product on Amazon because he didn't have the requisite "food and drinks licensing" certificates, so he listed his drink in Amazon's refillable pump dispenser category. But Amazon's systems detected the mismatch and automatically shifted the product into the drinks section.

Butler enlisted some confederates to place orders for his drink, and it quickly rocketed to the top of Amazon's listings for the category, which led to Amazon's recommendation engine pushing the item on people who weren't in on the gag. When these orders came in, Butler pulled the plug, but not before an Amazon rep telephoned him to pitch him turning packaging, shipping and fulfillment over to Amazon:

https://www.wired.com/story/amazon-let-its-drivers-urine-be-sold-as-an-energy-drink/

The Release Energy prank was just one stunt Butler pulled for his doc; he also went undercover at an Amazon warehouse, during a period when Amazon hired an extra 1,000 workers for its warehouses in Coventry, UK, in a successful bid to dilute pro-union sentiment in his workforce in advance of a key union vote:

https://jacobin.com/2023/10/the-great-amazon-heist-oobah-butler-review

Butler's stint as an Amazon warehouse worker only lasted a couple of days, ending when Amazon recognized him and fired him.

The contrast between Amazon's ability to detect an undercover reporter and its inability to spot bottles of piss being marketed as bitter lemon energy drink says it all, really. Corporations like Amazon hire vast armies of "threat intelligence" creeps who LARP at being CIA superspies, subjecting employees and activists to intense and often illegal surveillance.

But while Amazon's defensive might is laser-focused on the threat of labor organizers and documentarians, the company can't figure out that one of its bestselling products is bottles of its tormented drivers' own urine.

In the USA, the FTC is suing Amazon for its monopolistic tactics, arguing that the company has found ways to raise prices and reduce quality by trapping manufacturers and sellers with its logistics operation, taking $0.45-$0.51 out of every dollar they earn and forcing them to raise prices at all retailers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/25/greedflation/#commissar-bezos

The Release Energy stunt shows where Amazon's priorities are. Not only did Release Energy get listed on Amazon without any quality checks, the company actually nudged it into a category where it was more likely to be consumed by a person. The only notice the company took of Release Energy was in its logistics and manufacturing department – the part of the business that extracts the monopoly rents at issue in the FTC case – which tracked Butler down in order to sell him these services.

The drivers whose piss Butler collected don't work directly for Amazon, they work for a Delivery Service Partner. These DSPs are victims of a pyramid scheme that Amazon set up. DSP operators lease vans and pay to have them skinned in Amazon livery and studded with Amazon sensors. They take out long-term leases on depots, and hire drivers who dress in Amazon uniforms. Their drivers are minutely monitored by Amazon, down to the movements of their eyeballs.

But none of this is "Amazon" – it's all run by an "entrepreneur," whom Amazon can cut loose without notice, leaving them with unfairly terminated employees, outstanding workers' comp claims, a fleet of Amazon-skinned vehicles and unbreakable facilities leases:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/17/revenge-of-the-chickenized-reverse-centaurs/

Speaking to Wired, Amazon denied that it forces its drivers to piss in bottles, but Butler clearly catches a DSP dispatcher telling drivers "If you pee in a bottle and leave it [in the vehicle], you will get a point for that" – that is, the part you get punished for isn't the peeing, it's the leaving.

Amazon's defense against the FTC is that it spares no effort to keep its marketplace safe. As Amazon spokesperson James Drummond says, they use "industry-leading tools to prevent genuinely unsafe products being listed." But the only industry-leading tools in evidence are tools to bust unions and screw suppliers.

In her landmark Yale Law Review paper, "Amazon's Antitrust Paradox," FTC Chair Lina Khan makes a brilliant argument that Amazon's alleged benefits to "consumers" are temporary at best, illusory at worst:

https://www.yalelawjournal.org/note/amazons-antitrust-paradox

In Butler's documentary, Khan's hypothesis is thoroughly validated: here's a company extracting hundreds of billions from merchants who raise prices to compensate, and those monopoly rents are "invested" in union-busting and countermeasures against investigative journalists, while the tools to keep you from accidentally getting a bottle of piss in the mail are laughably primitive.

Truly, Amazon is the apex predator of the platform era:

https://pluralistic.net/ApexPredator

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/20/release-energy/#the-bitterest-lemon

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!

#pluralistic #release energy #channel 4 #amazon #corporate intelligence #labor #unions #amazon labor union #the great Amazon heist #catfish uk #oobah butler #delivery service partner

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theroguequeenaniki · 1 year

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when you join a discord server centered around your favorite author but everyone in it apparently hates one of your favorite characters

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 3 months

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Teen Villain Alliance

Chapter 1 - Damian

Despite his proficiency in the skill, Damian hated spying on the Teen Villain Alliance.

Having appeared two years ago in alliance with Klarion Bleak, the Teen Villain Alliance, or TVA, quickly made themselves known as little more than pests, often rushing in to assist other young adult criminals or harass Justice League officials. Father wanted to investigate when they first appeared, but with Todd’s reveal and Damian himself coming to take his place as Robin, he’d been… busy.

Which allowed the TVA to flourish into a respected criminal enterprise. No vault was safe, no hero strong enough. A group had even banded together to take down Superman! And while there was no lasting damage other than some bizarre markings on the Kryptoian’s face, it was enough to prove these teenagers as a threat.

Damian, as much as it galled him, was not the first chosen to infiltrate. Martian Manhunter, shapeshifted into a meta fourteen-year-old girl, tried and was identified as a hero on sight. The Teen Titans and Young Justice got closer, actually able to talk to the villains about joining, but “it was like they could smell the hero on us,” Beast Boy had explained. “I don't know how else to explain it.”

Most likely, the TVA kept tabs on the Justice League and affiliated organizations. They needed someone fresh, someone who wasn’t a hero.

Damian had been more than willing to volunteer.

Introducing himself as Damian Al Ghul, the recently escaped Heir to the Demon Head, he’d been accepted immediately despite having approached the group mid-heist. All he had to do was extrapolate about how Grandfather’s assassins were chasing him, and the Wolf—a designation given to the members of the TVA’s inner circle—allowed him to join, but he was forced to stay with the hacker of the group while the heist commenced with no interference from a hero.

Damian had been confident. He’d gotten so far in mere minutes when a member of the Justice League, and even Drake, couldn’t get past the first few questions. He’d have the Teen Villain Alliance dismantled within the week.

Then Manson, as the Wolf had introduced herself, took out a device that transported them all to another dimension. Which was where the main base of the Alliance was. And none of his communication devices or trackers worked there.

Damian had only been able to update the Justice League a few times since his tenure as a spy began. Superman had reassured him it was fine, that there had been plenty of missions were communication was infrequent, but after a month of living in the TVA Base in the Infinite Realms, Damian hated not being able to contact his father easily. And in return, Father and Drake had taken to interrogating him for as long as possible the couple of times he was outside Headquarters.

(Phantom’s Haunt is what the TVA members called it. It was Phantom Dark’s home that he opened up to them all. Damian didn’t know how to feel about that.)

Damian had only been able to contact Father three times in his four weeks undercover, each time on a supply run… which was essentially just a grocery trip for the Haunt. The first time Damian had slipped away to the bathroom and called, Father had been… furious. He’d thought Damian’s lack of updates was on purpose. It had been five minutes before Damian could correct him.

He wished Grayson had answered during any of his updates, but he was on a mission in space and wouldn’t be back for another two weeks.

In those four months, Damian was still the newest member, and had yet to be involved in the truly illegal aspects of the organization. All the information he’d gathered purely administrative, like how Duulaman, a reincarnated pharaoh turned hacker, stole money from various billionaires and government organizations to fund their plans. He’d yet to be involved with anything serious.

He wasn’t allowed on serious missions either. He only had the supply runs to look forward to, and those only occurred once a month.

His other objective, to undermine the Teen Villain Alliance and spur a mutiny, was also going poorly. The children he surrounded himself with were fanatically loyal to the Alliance, citing Phantom and his harem as the reason they were alive today. Even those who weren’t directly rescued were loyal. One such child, a boy named Kyd Wyckyd, had confessed to turning to a life of crime due to his terrifying meta abilities and their effects on his appearance.

But the TVA took him in after the collapse of HIVE Academy. He hadn’t participated in a crime since, preferring to work with the Wolf named Jasmine who led individual and group therapy sessions for the villains. Jasmine had tried multiple times to convince her therapy sessions—more like brainwashing sessions—but Damian had stayed strong in the face of adversary.

Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be much more Damian could do. He tried to push, to get involved with the criminal aspect of the organization, but the Wolves blocked him at every turn, saying he was “too young.” That he needed “stability” and to “rely on them to keep him safe.”

Perhaps Damian oversold the danger of the League of Assassins.

For now, Damian hid in his room in Phantom’s Haunt. His castle. Even the magnificence of the compound he grew up in couldn’t compare to the headquarters. There were an infinite number of rooms—”as many as we need,” Phantom had told him—that changed based on the user’s preferences. Right now, Damian’s room looked like a cave. The Batcave, to be precise, though he didn’t allow references to his Father and legacy.

He was hiding because Manson had suggested he attend some of the classes held in the libraries—there were four libraries at the moment. Classes were taught by ghosts under Phantom’s control and weren’t mandatory, but “everyone’s worried about the lack of structure in your life.”

He tried to tell himself it was because he didn’t want to be brainwashed by Phantom’s lackeys, and that he already knew everything they were going to teach. But in truth… Damian was anxious. Attending school at the Haunt felt too permanent, too much like he was planning to stay. He hadn’t gotten the choice to attend school back in Gotham, with Father acting like he would compromise their identities around children. He wasn’t that petty.

Someone knocked on his door. “Damian? Are you inside?”

Sighing, Damian stood up and opened the door. “Dr. Fenton. Am I needed for anything?”

Dr. Daniel Fenton was another Wolf, another member of the harem Phantom had built around him, twenty years old and not an actual doctor but everyone called him that anyway. While Damian had yet to see Fenton and Phantom in the same place, Damian was keeping a detailed record of how the Wolves’ polyamourous relationship worked. Phantom and Fenton both dated Manson and Duualman, though they didn’t seem to be dating each other or Jasmine. Klarion often inserted himself into those relationships for hugs and hand-holding, but only seemed to kiss Jasmine.

“Actually, yes.” Damian’s lips parted in surprise. “I wanted to talk to you about something down in my lab. Would you join me?”

Fenton’s lab was off-limits to low level members of the TVA. He was the engineer, the creator of all their weapons of destruction. Fenton had no minions, while Manson had her thieves, Duualman had his hackers, Jasmine had her helpers, Klarion had his witches, and Phantom had his fighters.

Fenton was alone.

Isolated.

Damian agreed.

Fenton led him to the depths below the castle, past the never-used dungeon and through a secret door into a surprisingly bright and airy lab. He caught Damian looking through a window that displayed one of the Haunt’s many gardens, an impossible feat for being so far underground. “Magic castle, remember,” Fenton chided him. “Those work as portals that lead to the garden too, so it’s an easy one-way exit.”

Damian scoffed, abashed that he’d been caught so easily. From a glance, the lab was perfectly maintained, with every piece of equipment assigned to an outline meant to indicate where it belonged. As he walked further into the room, Fenton made slight adjustments to his tools, meticulously shifting them back into place. It looked more like a set than a laboratory.

But then, Damian observed Fenton. The twenty-year-old relaxed as he put his space back into order, nudging the screwdrivers and beakers back into their designated outlines. As he worked, the sleeve of his lab coat road up, revealing a glimpse of lichtenberg scars before it was hidden again.

Finally done, Fenton turned back to Damian. “My sister, Jazz, has told me that you’re not attending individual or group therapy sessions, is that correct?”

Well, that revealed a lot of information. Ignoring the fact that Fenton and Jasmine were apparently siblings, Damian replied, “I do not see a reason to attend. If this meeting is an attempt to force me–”

Fenton held his hands up in surrender. “No, I would never. Therapy doesn’t work if the person receiving it doesn’t want it. But you haven’t been attending any of your classes either, and Phantom has mentioned that you don’t hang out with the other kids. Are you settling in alright? I know the others are a few years older than you, so it might be harder for you to connect with them.”

Damian chewed on the question. While part of him was furious that someone, especially a villain like Fenton, was concerned about him and discussed him with his fellows, the other part… wasn’t. It was true; he was having difficulty connecting with the villains. Damian didn’t particularly want to, but it would make his mission easier.

He chose a neutral answer. “In the League of Assassins… I was the only child in the entire compound. Other children weren’t allowed inside, not unless their parents did something wrong. And those children…”

“Were used against their parents?” Fenton offered when he struggled to find the words.

“Precisely. It’s not in my nature to associate with children.”

Fenton nodded in understanding, stroking his chin in thought. “That does present a conundrum alright. How unfortunate; the task I needed your help with requires you to interact with at least some of the others, but if you’re that uncomfortable with the idea, then I could find someone else.”

Damian stared at the man in suspicion. “What task?” he demanded to know. If this was a way to get more information for father, he needed to know. But if this was another trap to get him into therapy…

“You’ve probably noticed by now, but I’m the only Wolf without someone working under me. Sam has her Bats, Tucker has his Flies, Jazz has her Rats, Klarion has his Strays, and Phantom has the TVA as a whole. The others have been pressuring me to create my own group, but babysitting a group of teens in a lab where anything could explode is just asking for trouble.”

Damian stepped away from the nearest device. Fenton continued, “However, I think a group dedicated to investigation would work much better. Here in the Infinite Realms, we’re very isolated from the human world, so my research on competing inventors is always lacking. Tuck and Sam help, but Tucker has his own hacking projects, and Sam targets financially viable targets instead of labs.”

“You want me to be a member of your new… group?” Damian read in between the lines of what Fenton was saying. Surely Father would be proud of him for gaining information about Fenton’s inventions and targets—

“I want you to lead the group.”

His glare dropped right off his face in shock. “Lead?” he whispered.

“That’s right,” Daniel agreed. “It’s not conventional and I barely got the others to agree, but Damian, you’re one of the best trained villains to ever join the TVA. Yeah, you’re really young, but you are serious and professional. To be honest, most of the kids we take in don’t take our work seriously. It’s not a bad thing, but I need a leader who is willing to keep their group in line. Infiltration and information gathering can be very dangerous, and I need someone who can keep the team safe.”

Daniel trusted him enough for that? Father didn’t trust him enough to be his partner; honestly, Father didn’t even trust him enough to introduce Damian to the world as his son! Perhaps he was aggressive towards the interlopers in his home, but he wasn’t going to stab a civilian!

And while Damian didn’t understand why Daniel was so cautious around what amounted to breaking and entering, he wanted Damian to lead. He trusted Damian for that.

And Damian was going to take back whatever information Fenton revealed back to his father, like a hunting dog to its master.

Daniel continued, “Of course, this is still a few months off from being necessary. But that should give you plenty of time to attend some classes to prepare you more! One on leadership skills, one on modern technology, one on basic magic and wards, maybe a refresher on hacking… Knowing you, you’ll test out of them in a few weeks, but the main point is to find other people to join our team. I’m looking for four other team members, and while I am looking for certain traits and skills, it's up to you to decide who you want on the team.” Daniel placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “So, what do you think?”

He’d betray Daniel by saying yes. He’d betray Father by saying no.

He made his choice.

Damian looked up at Daniel, determination set into his face. “I won’t let you down.”

Daniel smiled. “I know you won’t. You couldn’t if you tried.”

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #ghost prince danny fenton #supervillain danny fenton #damian wayne is not robin #c: danny fenton #c: damian wayne #damian al ghul #Jazz: ok so this kid is really insecure but also really prideful so you can't ever seem like you're looking down on him #Danny: *aggressively taking notes so he can help this kid makes some friends and find a purpose that motivates him*#teen villain alliance

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