(Sweet. I'm going to throw this little generic piece up for us. Take it whatever you'd like.)
[He's not the cheeriest person on the planet. In fact, most would call him downright grumpy. Or grouchy. He doesn't like 'broody' either but it's better than either of the other two. This morning he feels extra especially ill-tempered. Still in the suit minus the cowl, he glares at the computer screen, looking for a connection between two seemingly random events. It's there. He's sure of it. Only he's not seeing it. Fatigue is playing a part but he's too stubborn to acknowledge it. He leans back in the chair, plants his elbow on the arm rest, and drops his cheek to his fist.]
[The video feed and silent alarm is probably all the warning Bruce needed, it still doesn't stop Alfred from giving him that heads up, however. Light incarnate has entered the Batcave through one of several secret entrances, and a gust of wind follows just as he reaches the platform Bruce is on. His arms are folded, he's hovering in the air, and from the reflection of his expression in one of the computer screens, Clark doesn't look amused.]
We've been trying to contact you. Haven't you been receiving Victor's messages?
[His eyes don't stray from the information he's trying to process, focused to the exclusion of all else, even Clark's reflection. Has he been receiving Victor's messages? Yes. They're hard to miss coming from a man who can turn his computer inside and out by sheer will. Has he been ignoring them? Most definitely.]
[Clark's feet finally touch the platform, though his attention is more focused on what it is that has kept Bruce from answering several messages from the League. Not waiting for the vigilante to part his own attention from the screen, Clark continues to to be a distraction. Or try.]
Apparently. What's so important that you're ignoring the League?
[Two lists of names are scrolling past each other, slow enough for Bruce to scrutinize. Meanwhile the computer is simultaneously cross-referencing the thousands of victims recovered from the two latest 'natural' disasters, the largest sinkholes ever recorded in history. In the middle of populated cities.]
These two events were ten days apart. To the minute.
[At a closer look those names all start looking familiar. Of course. He sighs out. This is exactly what they were trying to contact him about. Now that is a coincidence.]
I see you're already on the case. What do you think caused it? Arthur believes it's Steppenwolf but Victor isn't so convinced.
I don't know yet. But it's not Steppenwolf. Not his style. He's brute force. This is... finesse.
[It would have required precise planning and implementation. Why these two cities? Why now? Does this constitute the beginning of a pattern? Will there be a third?]
John was crashing at Henry's again, not at the farmhouse upstate but the modest brownstone in Brooklyn. By modest it's 5 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms.
Henry had no clue why the man only wanted to sleep on the couch in the den Henry had converted into a sitting room and library.
But he hears the sound of nightmares coming from the room as Henry gets himself a nightcap so to speak from the kitchen. He opens the sliding door and moves over to the sofa where the man is stretched out.
"Johnathan, You are having a nightmare." He says putting his hand on the man's shoulder.
John crashed on Henry's couch and not one of his bedrooms because it's what
he did. Couches were what was best for the likes of him and nothing else.
Hell it was hard for him to accept Henry's hospitality at all given his
past, but Henry understood where John was coming from and thus John could
relax around him. He was so relaxed in fact he'd actually been sleeping
really sleeping for the first time in a long, long time.
Henry's hand on his shoulder jerks him free of the terror and he sits bolt
upright panting hard.
Henry's grip tightens a little and he moves into John's field of vision. "Johnathan, it was just a dream. Take a breath, slowly." Henry says keeping his voice low and even. "You're in my home, and whatever it was, isn't here or happening now."
John took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. He knew he was safe on some deep leve, but the fight or flight instinct was strong just the same. He tried to roll away from Henry's touch aiming for his coat and the pack and lighter he knew were hidden there. He suddenly needed a smoke.
Henry moves back and perches on the coffee table, and watches John light up a cigarette. He moves to the kitchen for a moment and comes back with the glass he had been filling for himself.
He sits back down on the edge of the coffee table rolling the glass between his hands. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Sam Murphy : OC : F/M
april ludgate | parks & rec | ota
Rey | Star Wars | OTA
Thea Queen l Arrow
Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler ⛨ Overwatch ⛨ F/M 21+
Claire Bennet | NBC's Heroes | OTA
Clark Kent | DCEU | m/m
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[He's not the cheeriest person on the planet. In fact, most would call him downright grumpy. Or grouchy. He doesn't like 'broody' either but it's better than either of the other two. This morning he feels extra especially ill-tempered. Still in the suit minus the cowl, he glares at the computer screen, looking for a connection between two seemingly random events. It's there. He's sure of it. Only he's not seeing it. Fatigue is playing a part but he's too stubborn to acknowledge it. He leans back in the chair, plants his elbow on the arm rest, and drops his cheek to his fist.]
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[The video feed and silent alarm is probably all the warning Bruce needed, it still doesn't stop Alfred from giving him that heads up, however. Light incarnate has entered the Batcave through one of several secret entrances, and a gust of wind follows just as he reaches the platform Bruce is on. His arms are folded, he's hovering in the air, and from the reflection of his expression in one of the computer screens, Clark doesn't look amused.]
We've been trying to contact you. Haven't you been receiving Victor's messages?
[Never mind the texts he and Diana have sent.]
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I'm in the middle of something.
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Apparently. What's so important that you're ignoring the League?
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These two events were ten days apart. To the minute.
[He's never believed in coincidences.]
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I see you're already on the case. What do you think caused it? Arthur believes it's Steppenwolf but Victor isn't so convinced.
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I don't know yet. But it's not Steppenwolf. Not his style. He's brute force. This is... finesse.
[It would have required precise planning and implementation. Why these two cities? Why now? Does this constitute the beginning of a pattern? Will there be a third?]
Rex Arany | OC
Maria Hill :: MCU :: F/M
Barry Allen | DCTV | OTA
michelle "mj" jones | spider-man (mcu)
Hattie Jackson | Stargate OC
Jessica Jones | Netflix Marvel
emma cullen | the magnificent seven (2016) | f/m
Mimasaka Touma | Kalimeris Porno | M/M*
three | drakengard 3
zero | drakengard 3
Ochako Uraraka | BNHA
Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias
Jason Todd | DC Comics | m/m pref but ota
Beth Greene | The Walking Dead
John Constantine l DCTV l ota
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Henry had no clue why the man only wanted to sleep on the couch in the den Henry had converted into a sitting room and library.
But he hears the sound of nightmares coming from the room as Henry gets himself a nightcap so to speak from the kitchen. He opens the sliding door and moves over to the sofa where the man is stretched out.
"Johnathan, You are having a nightmare." He says putting his hand on the man's shoulder.
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John crashed on Henry's couch and not one of his bedrooms because it's what he did. Couches were what was best for the likes of him and nothing else. Hell it was hard for him to accept Henry's hospitality at all given his past, but Henry understood where John was coming from and thus John could relax around him. He was so relaxed in fact he'd actually been sleeping really sleeping for the first time in a long, long time.
Henry's hand on his shoulder jerks him free of the terror and he sits bolt upright panting hard.
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John took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. He knew he was safe on some deep leve, but the fight or flight instinct was strong just the same. He tried to roll away from Henry's touch aiming for his coat and the pack and lighter he knew were hidden there. He suddenly needed a smoke.
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He sits back down on the edge of the coffee table rolling the glass between his hands. "Do you want to talk about it?"
vane | granblue fantasy | ota
A.C / Aquaman | Smallville
Kieron Dawn | OC | M/M
Sgt. Chris Walker | OC
Scott McCall | Teen Wolf
puppyray of sunlight.]Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M
edward "the riddler" nygma | gotham
Sabretooth | Marvel Comics | OTA
Rey | SW | OTA (spoilers a-okay!)