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It is very important that I make clear what sort of play-through I will be following- somewhat following anyways. I decided that I would go with MKIceAndFire's play-through for the most part- not so much when it comes to romance, since this is an X Reader.

You can find Episodes 1 -8 play-through here:

https://youtube.com/@mkiceandfire?si=O_wYHvb3TQ17Pjj3

With that out of the way:

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Placeholder Sheet (in order- will be updated):

(L/F/N/n) = Least Favorite Nickname

(Y/n) = Your Name

(F/p) = Favorite Pattern

(F/L/n) = Fake Last Name

(R/L/n) = Real Last Name

(H/l) = Hair Length

(H/s) = Hair Style

(H/c) = Hair Color

(E/c) = Eye Color

(F/D/f) = Favorite Donut Flavor

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Speech Indicators:

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Flashback

"Reading"
or (depending on
if it is ready aloud)
'Reading'

"Other Language"

"News Talking"

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Your Information:

Name: (Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)

Age: 26

Gender: Bigender (You experience both Fem and Masc Alignments)

Pronouns: They/Them

Sexuality: Pan (for Lore Purposes)

Height: 5' ft 6' inches

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Chapter Text

- Somewhere in Los Angeles, California : A Few Months after Mecha Mans 'Death' -

"Could today be any hotter?"

Speaking as the sun bakes the ground of downtown Los Angeles. It wasn't uncommon for days to be this hot where you lived, in fact, most of the time it was bearable since you worked in a building with decent AC. However, all around the tiny sandwich shop where you worked, many people who walked outside seemed drenched in sweat, and costumers who walked in always commented on the 'insanity' of it all. Sebbies Sandwiches was a tiny shop, well known and cared for as one of the oldest businesses in the city; the work home of numerous civilians who, for better or worse, have many interests in hero's.

Not you however, if anything, you would be more stoked if a hero were to come in and fix the busted up AC in the shop. Maybe then you would start gushing over them, like the way your coworkers constantly did, maybe...

"I just can't believe Mecha Man might be gone...he was so inspirational..all of them were!"

Your older coworker said, her frail hands cup her wrinkled cheek and squish it upwards against the very observable cheekbone(s) she has that you can never seem to stop staring at. It was like a skeleton had wrapped skin around itself...without the muscle and fat between of course. Not hating, it's just true. She also talked non-stop about how when she was a kid, she was saved by the second generation of Mecha Mans; one of her core memories from when she was a child. Martha repeated it a lot since she kept forgetting that she has told pretty much everyone, or she was just that impressed she really couldn't shut up about it, you couldn't tell, she was too old to make it easy.

Terry, the other one of your coworkers, and a real pain in your ass, inclined to agree as she started the sandwich for the gentleman on the other side of the glass. He who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, uninterested, or unaware of the conversation held by your coworkers. Terry finally finished arranging his meat portions and slid it down the aisle to send it down your way. you look down at the arrangement and notice it is similar to your number 6: The Bacon Sebbie Special with Double the Meat. It was fatty, had way too much mayo, and overall probably did some grueling numbers to your arteries. That is to come and say, it is absolutely delicious.

You looked up at the man with a large, yet ultimately fake smile- fuck you hated this fucking job. It was a little obvious that the entire expression you gave was strained and forced. Smiling was not something you were skilled or strong in, it hurt your cheeks and it made you feel...complacent.
"Would you like that the way Sebbie likes his, sir?"

'End my suffering you wannabe villain punk bitch.'

No answer was given to you.

"Sir would you like the original toppings on that sandwich?"

Your coworkers stared at the interaction, or failure of one as the main stared endlessly into his screen, ignoring your now third attempt to gather his attention. At that point, you made the sandwich the way you were trained, much to the worried and disappointed eyes of your coworkers. Terry was the one who spoke up in worry, "You sure he won't get mad, (L/F/N/n)-?" She was almost cut off immediately by Martha, "Of course he is! He always does, I don't understand why you always go and anger our regulars, (Y/n)!"
"Because, Martha, this regular clearly has no issue with his order, RIGHT SIR!" You said aggressively as you softly, yet angrily, slap down the mans food at the register- to which he finally pried his eyes off from his stupid social media page, and onto paying for his food. It was a painless interaction, he paid, left, and you resumed your position at the vegetable station with Terry and Martha. The two of them looked at the door, and then at you, with anticipation as the store went silent...to a creepy and disturbing manor.

You understood their fear, but you weren't doing this for nothing, you needed a good reason to leave L.A. right now- well a good enough reason for your money's worth. Upsetting a mobster ought to do the trick as a good reason to hitch a hike out of town...

Just as you were thinking of the many states or cities you could enter undetected, the doors burst open as the same man, also known as Jimmy Bleed, on the streets of this business filled avenue, Jimmy basically took protection money for his big boss. He was annoying, over the top, and worst of all, he wastes food. Good food. He does so when he decides to throw the very sandwich you had made him earlier against the menu directly next and past your head.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT!?" He said with his thick southern accent, he was a lean yet buff guy you noticed- not weak but, definitely not winning anything but a compensation prize. Spiked hair in a blonde and black striped mohawk fashion, a very small fashion. His outfit consisted dark blue jeans with multiple chains running down their sides, a pair of black overalls that had one sleeve completely off and hanging to his side with the chains. The overalls covered his black muscle shirt, and the rest of what he had one was, hopefully, some pants and sneakers. The one and only thing he uses to make himself 'unique' was his electric blue sunglasses. All in all, he looked...like a douche, not to mention he can channel electricity, and not the type for a quick burn, more like a long and painful incineration.
Something that he showed off humbly to you and your coworkers as he throws insults and slurs at you, sparks emitting from his hair and to the ceiling.

Apparently his sandwich was made wrong (who could have seen that coming) and you were going to suffer because of it, preferably with your life.
Now, when you said you needed a worthwhile reason to skip town...this was something that was...almost too perfect for your convenience, but it was a situation you had hoped would happen. All that is needed now is to fake your death!

As you thought out your escape plan, Jimmy was busy generating electricity. His veins held light that traveled up from his hands and arms, up to his neck and face, causing his body to glow violently enough from the inside that his insides were visible...in a horribly gross detailed way. You could hear the gags behind you, the gags of two innocent people who could get caught up in Jimmy's blast. While you may not have liked them, the only one who should be 'dying' here is you. His sparks sizzle and pop off his body, whipping at the air around the three of you, causing your two coworkers to scream and you flinched back; an action based on pure impulse from the loud noise and sudden blast of light in your face.

"You messed with the wrong one motherfuckaaaa!" His face contorted into an ugly smirk, tongue launching out mockingly, his drool dripping into the ground. He found your fear and anxiety delightful, your pitiful 'girlish' teary face was delicious. You reeled back in disgust, you may have to be the one to clean all of that up later sadly, but it was more so his ever reddening face and overuse of his tongue that really just...make you have to take a step back from in disgust.
"Hey..listen man...you were the one who was zombified into your damn phone. Maybe next time you should listen to when the hand that feeds you talks. Also, can you...tone down the wackjobness that is you right now?" You clap back at him with an exhausted groan, you couldn't care less about his little light show- and he could tell, and that only pissed him off even more.

"Bitch! Don't you know who you are dealin' with!? Huh!? HUH!? I! AM! JIMMYYYYY!" His arms expand wide as he throws his head back, his totally awesome villain name now announced to the world. It was...bad...and you couldn't help but let a small smirk slip by your stoic facade, before that smirk curled into a full grin. "Okay...Jimmy..." You snorted. His head bends downward, looking at you through his black sunglasses, his eyes glowing ominously through them.
"Something..funny...bitch?"
"Just a little bit, Bitch."

A large bolt of electricity is shot for your heart (and your to blame). A killing blow...

Had it not been repelled.

A large, (F/c), holographic shield that held a hexagonal pattern etched into it, kind of like a honeycomb nest. One of these individual combs within your shield flip over at the impact but only to do so because of your sheer will and want for it to happen, and this was to repel Jimmys attack back onto him. Of course you had to duck out of the way still, the electricity was allowed to travel straight through your shield and onto one of the combs at the back wall, which repelled the attack, sending it back at him. As mentioned before. The bolt of his own power sends himself backwards, crashing hard into the wall behind him, causing debris and dust to fly all around. From within your dome shell you couldn't see a thing past the dust, you turn your head to face Terry and Martha.
"....Ya'll good chat?"

But there was no answer as shocked and awe faces from the two are captivated by something else...

Or rather someone else...

It was almost comical.

Considering the fact that you were only just complaining a few moments ago about how a hero wasn't going to swoop in and save your ass from the atrocious heat, that now seemed to be settling in as sweat drips down the sides of your forehead. Yet, now, here you are, caught between an asshole gangster, or what was left of one, and one of those incredibly powerful national heroes. One of the most powerful international heroes in fact. A hero that, for a good chunk of your life, has been absolutely hounding after you, a chunk of life that only came to about 2 years; Blonde Motherfucking Blazer.

Oh how you wished you were back at your one bedroom apartment, cuddled in your sheets with your stuffed Bunny- instead of here: a broken shop, with annoying fucking coworkers, sweating profusely from the Cali heat, and probably busted for numerous felonies. From the way Blazer was moving, and speaking, the speaking that you had tuned out by this point, she was in shock at your appearance here. She had recognized Jimmy Bleed from Police Records given to her. On one of her patrols, she watched him coming up the street in an aggressive fashion and, as a concerned hero, began to tail him and monitor the situation from there. Which isn't the issue right now, the issue was that Blazer was also looking at you. An individual who, from what the Dispatcher in her earpiece was saying, was not registered as a powered individual, in fact, you were registered everywhere as a non-powered civilian. Blazer had already recognized you before she was told, however, you had been a constant issue for The Super-Hero Dispatch Network since you had been discovered about 4 years ago.

A runaway from a few states over, not just because you had been unregistered...

No no no...

That was minor in comparison to what you really did to end up on multiple different radars. You may have a pessimistic view towards everything and everyone, but you swear, on your decapitated mothers life, that you did not kill that group of villain nationalists with the intent to do it that painfully.

In all honesty, how were you supposed to know your shields carried their own weight? And that you could make them appear anywhere thanks to the real superpower of visual thinking. To you, you liked to think you did the world a favor, and in return, they are now trying to leash you, or in their words 'reform' you. To them, you murdered a group of 13 people, some who died from the inside out, and have fought every hero and/or villain you have come across, almost to a critical extent if need be.

You were dangerous, despite your power being the perfect ability for defense, not only because of durability but also stamina, you have many violent ideas and 'fantasies' about how you could use it against others. That violence, and your willingness to put them into motion, is why you have been on, or are currently on, some of the highest States Most Wanted Lists. At least 3 of the Southern ones anyways.

"(Y/n) (F/L/n), or should I say, (Y/n) (R/L/n). Nice to see you again."
She smiled at you warmly, almost in the same manner that a mother would to her moping teenage child; with the hope that you would change. Change your mind about her proposal she gave to you, a script she likely has on speed dial in her brain at this point. She lands on the ground, only a couple of feet away from you, an equal distance from everyone. Her presence in the sun that began to set was, well, perfectly timed enough to give her a halo behind her, god you hated her- why did she have to be so hot yet so annoying.

You really need to stop going for the blondes.

"Wish I could say the same...uhm...he's getting up-" A pointer finger aims at the growing shadow behind the dust, a shadow that is in the shape of the one and only Jimmy. Sparks lit up the space around him to reveal his battered up body, it was enough to gain Blazers attention for a brief moment before she turns once more again to you. "...Stay put...Please-" She hastily flies through the dust and grabs Jimmy by the collar of his shirt, tossing him onto the ground and sliding him into the cashier stand. He was knocked out almost immediately as his breath shot out from his lungs for the second time- talk about crazy back shots. Not that you could have made that joke, you would have- but if it weren't for the fact that you had practically gained your own electrical abilities and bolted yourself out the back.

You panted aggressively as your arms swayed heavily on each side of you, legs thundering against the ground as you abandoned the site of your work- uniform still on and everything. You coughed and wheezes as you got a good block or two away, god you needed to stop smoking, and also maybe get back into exercising- especially since all the work you just did all for nothing.

The back of your shirt was suddenly grabbed and you were lifted upwards, your feet dangled below you as the ground got further, and further away. You couldn't help but scream from the sudden detachment from solid ground, heights, among many other things, were not your strong suit. Despite what some may say, you tried to avoid dangerous and life threatening situations, no matter how likely you were to survive them.

"HEY HEY HEY WOAH!!!"
You whimpered pathetically, hands gripping up to hold against the only solid thing around you, Blazer, to try and give your brain and body a sense of stability. You hands found her strong biceps, large and round, fucking sculpted one could say- was this woman really just a deity in disguise. This Goddess of a Being could only help but giggle at your reaction, her firm grip was securely holding onto you, and she wasn't at all worried about you jumping- she and you both knew you didn't have the balls (metaphorically) to accomplish such a feat.

"Don't worry (Y/n), we are just gonna get you over to- huh? Oh jeez..." You could feel the air around you shift, the feeling of turning overtaking your senses, as well as the feeling of speeding up.

"Hey, (Y/n), I'm going to drop you off on the street while I help out a friend, alright?"

She didn't even give you the grace to answer her before you felt yourself suddenly drop down. Your eyes shot open, body quickly twisting itself to land on your hands and feet, you inhaled a deep and shaky breath as you gathered yourself. It wasn't even a minute before you had to summon another honeycomb (yes that is what we are calling them, no you will not have any bee resemblance) on the side of your head, from the single comb that blocked the incoming fist, more begin to unfold from it. They form a strong and effective wall, and you are able to then extend your hand and force the colorfully masked criminal away from you, pushing him fast enough for him to just go flying from the force. You groaned, fighting was so stereotypical, why couldn't one of these guys challenge you to a real struggle...like a dance battle. You walked over to the fallen body, now freed from the intense jumping that he, while not entirely fair to say, he had coming. They were obviously robbing the place, they had the power, numbers, and willingness to completely wreck his shit.

And yet as you stepped closer to his struggling body, he seemed...familiar to you. You could only tell once you walked closer to him, now standing directly in front of him to see his face- or rather- masked face, more clearly. You knew you had somewhat recognized him, it was him...

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- Inside the Crypto Night Pub -

The bar that you three had settled into was a well known Hero hot spot, having said that, it took a lot of kind and disarming looks from Blazer to have your criminal appearance suddenly next to her, as if you weren't a top wanted fugitive for 2 years running now. That was well and over with as Blonde Blazer laughs at the M&M reference Mecha Man makes out of the men that jumped him, something you also found funny since it was so ridiculous.

"God I didn't even realize...and I usually spot that bullshit from a mile away!" You stated, sweet booze drink in hand as the ice froze your palm nicely.
"Yeah, well you know what, they can taste the rainbow in jail."
"Like with different colored dicks?" Blazer and you had spoken at the same time, taking you both by surprise as you sat on either side of Mecha Man, you smirked at her knowingly, only to get a sigh of exhaustion for your antics...well, not just your antics. Mecha Man, on the other hand, found the mimicked responses hilarious, and chuckled enough to show it, a true and genuine chuckle.
"Shit. Sorry. Sorry-"
"I actually didn't know what I meant, but, you know what, it should have been that."
"How could that not be what you were thinking of dude."

"I'm a little buzzed, I don't really make jokes like that...I think this one here-" she glares knowingly at you, only for you to blow a curt raspberry at her, earning another chuckle from Mecha Man, and a harder glare from Blazer, before she continued, "and..Visi are starting to rub off on me.."
"Who?" This time it was both you and Mecha Man speaking up. Catching him off guard this time.
"Just someone I work with, it's...yeah..." She tsks to herself as she seizes her cup of alcohol and absolutely downs her monster of a drink, smooth and easy, not even a breath of pain from the burn.
"I can't tell which one of us had a rough day..."
"Trust me buddy, it ain't her..." You refer back to when you were snatched from the ground like a defenseless trout being raised by a bird of prey. Fucking terrifying.

"Hm? Oh, yeah no, I had a great day. Well, that's not really true...-oh...your joking..sorry.."
Mecha Man drinks from his own cup, followed by you drinking from yours promptly, mmm dragon fruit.

Signaling for another drink by Blazer, the bartender quickly whisks her old cup away, and gets to work on a new serving for her,
"It's fine, don't worry about keeping up with me you two, it takes a lot for me to feel anything..."
"Damn okay...depressing..."
"No kidding, what a sad sentence..."
Your tone held a more joking manner of voice, taken back by her rather dim lighted remarks that seemed to just come out of nowhere. You were so used to her being....The Blazer. Mecha Man say more into it, seeing her sentence as a closer look to the real her. He was still hella curious about you though, you seemed so familiar with Blazer, but from what her could tell, you were no Hero, and you certainly weren't a civilian, technically, you're a criminal- but you're with Blazer...hm.

"You two should really give yourselves some credit. To do what you did," she looked at Mecha Man, "for as long as you did, especially without powers..."
"Not true. Whaddya call this?" Gaining both yours and Blazers attention to his sudden confidence to show off his actual 'super power', he miraculously is able to take his thumb and bend it backwards with a gross cracking sound coming from it..
"I can fix that one for you."
"Well damn, don't take the only thing the mans got left Blazer." A minor slowness is at the wisps of your words, the alcohol starting to set in as your light weighted ass succumbs to its effects. Blazer shakes her head and replaces your now finished booze with a full glass of water, a stern and parental glare was given to you, something saying 'drink.now' or yada yada yada.
"Exactly, besides, I like this one." That one got you to chuckle too. Only, now as the liquid travels through your body, you feel the need to piss- like- right now.
"Yo, Blondie, imma take a piss."
"Wha- hey- (Y/n-...fine.." She could only sigh as you were pretty much off whether she said so or not, not that she wouldn't let you go to the bathroom of course.
"...So what's their story?" Mecha Man asked to the Blonde Heroine, earning a look of 'where do I even start' to that question.

From that point, and until you had come back from the bathroom, you watch as Blonde Blazer goes past you, leaving you to have a seat next to the infamous Mecha Man alone. Truly the worst punishment she could have thought of....why she was drenched in alcohol however was the big question. Before you could ask the ex-hero what the hell that was, a voice cut through the many others around the two of you.

A loud and obnoxious voice, with a thick accent to accompany it, one of those voices you would hear on those fancy ass romance hotel game shows.

"Heyyy Bitch!"

It sings in a familiar tone, you ignored it, you had grown used to people acting out like this, especially people who think they walk the walk...

"Hey! I'm talkin' to you! Bitch! and...other..Bitch?"

You and Mecha-Man both turn around, him with his entire front facing the suited up man, and you simply turning your head to glance back at the individual who had just saved them from small talk, they could low-key kiss him right now. Which wouldn't be so bad, from what you could gather from his physical appearance: black slick hair in a pony tail, a dark shadow of a beard and stache, and a fire themed leotard that exposed his chest...a lot. He was, in all ways, very attractive...

He was, in all ways, very attractive

However, his overall demeanor was douche with a side of frat, and you just weren't into all that nonsense.

Behind him were two other individuals, a woman who wore a black full body leotard as well, except her entire outfit was more armored and themed after a bird, as the mask shaped her face to be. What made her so interesting to you was the knives on her back, was it perhaps due to her power? Was she able to manipulate them in some way.

The other one individual, the man, was...well to get it out of the way, yes, he was small, dwarfed even, he was also extremely masculine, in the stereotypical way that you would assume someone masculine would look like? He had a very curly mustache, was buff as hell, and the bandages he had running up his arm- he looked like a true badass; always ready to fight fucking dirty.

"For the record, I only turned around because someone yelled, not because I'm a bitch or anything."
'Cap.' You drank again from your water, looking away from the interaction and instead just listening in for if you'll need to step in, though you doubted the great Mecha Man would need it.

"Don't you watch the news? This is a super-hero bar."
"Oh wow! Are you a super-hero? That's so cool,"

'laying on the sarcasm thick there bud'

"Is this your super power? You're like, tell people obvious shit guy?"

You laugh under your breath at Mecha Mans superior play on words.
"You're really gonna act like you don't remember me?"
Sigh. "Wait, it's coming back to me...Hold on..yeah, it's coming back- ohh wait- wait wait- you are Dr. Don't Do Shit. Your deal is you walk up to people, look threatening, talk this big game- then don't do shit about shit. Also, you are not a real doctor cause'...you're a fuckin' idiot.."
Mecha Man turns away from the three goons and looks to you as you hold a hand over your mouth to prevent the 'cough' that he almost inflicted onto you. He smirked in return, feeling a spring of pride well up in his chest at how well that landed, more so for you then the bird.

It also appeared that Mecha Mans humor wasn't lost to everyone else, the girl behind this Fire Crotch Man also found it hard to suppress her 'coughing'.
"You good?" The Fire from Dollar Mart ask her.
"Yeah just- choked on my spit."

Infuriated now at Mecha Mans big dick audacity, the Fire Goblin takes off his out-of-season visors and comes up close behind you and Mecha Man, delving his face to be in-between the gap of you and Mecha Mans seating. The other two take positions behind him.

"No, Mecha-Bitch and Side Bitch-- I control the Fire."
"The Fire." Both you and Mecha Bitch said unanimously.
"AND the flame! And my skin does not burn...I am Flambae. And you--"

As this man gathered up fire into his hands, you couldn't help but get a good look at his vibrantly orange eyes. This habit of staring into peoples eyes was terrible, and you knew it...and yet old habits..and dying..yeah. You had caught the attention of this 'Flambae' guy, and his eyes stared deeply into your own (E/c) ones, with a smirk stretched across his face, he gathers another flame in his other hand.

Was he...was he seriously showing off? To you of all people? Ugh...Baes..raise your standards.

"Wait, oh shit! I do know you! You're that shitty villain I busted up!"
"Not anymore, Mecha-Dick. As I literally, just said, I am Flambae, a real Super-Hero."
"Real super fucking stupid." You cracked in.
"Who the fuck even are you again?" He retorted back.
"...Fair enough." Yeah, you weren't anyone, in fact, you don't even exist right now. At least you wished, it was more so that you were probably going to jail and will not be relevant to anyone ever again for the next, oh I don't know, 20 years to life?

"Anyways, as I was saying, Bitch. You are not Mecha Man anymore. Sooo, you two need to get the fuck out of here. Now- we can do this the easy way or-"
Suddenly, Mecha Mans alcoholic beverage was tossed onto the Firier Bitch Ass, causing his flames to grow as a response- over his own ability to control it apparently. This caused Flambae, user of 'The Fire' and the one that 'does not burn' to literally burn up. Jumping around and squealing in pain as his small friend from before tries to fan him off from a stolen waitresses metal drink holder- which only worsened the effect. As their female companion so nicely told them, the arms guy was only "Feeding the flames."

The fire gradually went to the top of the ex-villains head as he eventually ran out, the male friend of his runs after him, telling him to duck and roll, which only made you wonder why he didn't say that before.

"Thought he doesn't burn?"
"Heroes and their misleading titles, classic, Mecha. Man." Your eyes glance over to be caught once more by him, a teasing glint in yours and an equally as amused glint in his.

"Some people become scared before they even know they're hurt...like babies." She smirks at the two of you before elegantly slipping off into the outside, supposedly after her friends.

Anyways, you and Mecha Man are yelled at, which was total bullshit but Mecha Man nudged you away before you could get started on your own fight- and with the guy who poured the drinks no less. Yeah, he wasn't gonna clean a body today, not today of all days. He tried to get the Bartender to notify Blazer of our small departure, but was promptly ignored and straight booted.

- Minor Time Skip to Outside of Crypto Nights Pub -

It didn't take long for Blonde Blazer to come looking for both me and Mecha Man, drinks in hand for her and him- which irked you, but she had already given you a knowing look of disapproval- shutting you up quickly.
"Couldn't find you two inside."
"Ah it's cool, we were just admiring this dumpster art...Can't tell why anyone would put those words together...Why are you holding drinks...and why only two?" He turned to you in suspicion, only for you to sadly shake your head.
"These are nightcaps, (Y/n) is cut off."
"Ah, so you're only trying to get me into trouble?"
"Better you then them, they've gotten themselves into some pretty deep shit." She smirks in your direction, causing you to stare at them with a blank and almost disturbing silence. "...I have no idea what you're talking about." Your lips curl into a small yet tight small, feeling awkward about the conversation topic already. Sensing this change, Blazer continues.

"Well according to the Bartender, you two are just that. What happened in there?"
"Assholes being assholes. Duh."
"That's it? The whole place smelt like burnt hair?"
"We just had a little mess is all." You deadpanned at Mecha Bitches weak excuse, but say nothing.
"Little mess?" Blazer pursues.
"Yea? Does that not sound convincing enough?"
"Here, hold these." Suddenly Mecha Man is given both their nightcaps as he his pulled from his back next to Blazer, you already knew where this was going and quickly hopped onto her back, taking her by surprise. She stared at you in shock, "I hate dangling..." was all you muttered into her ear. She smiles and nods, understanding your reaction towards flying, though a little childish, giving your head a soft pat before taking off with the both of you. Mecha Man was amazed, "Wow- strong.."
"Fucking tell me about it."
"Sorry, wanna take ya both somewhere but its a little far out."

She wasn't kidding. When she meant far out, she meant it both literally and metaphorically as we fly over a hill to see a largely lit city. The air around us was cool and perfect for flying, we were going pretty slow as well, and being on Blazers back was much better than being held by the back of your neck. After today's excitement, you couldn't help but rest your head onto Blazers shoulder, yawning as waves of tiredness rolled over you. Your eyes stayed open, but you only had so much time. "Tired?" Blazer smirked, her eyes glancing back towards you without needing to completely turn her head, you stared into them for a moment, wondering what kind of person had such long lasting warmth in their eyes. Even when she said all that sad shit, she still looked so kind...

"I'm buzzed.." You corrected. Zipping through the cities environment, over large staircases down into subways, lamp posts, and parks, across great distances where you and Mecha Man could see each other in the windows of towering office buildings. Eventually you all headed in the direction of the Hollywood building, which got you excited, before you all settled down on a billboard miles away from it.
'....disappointment.'

"I actually thought you were taking us to go sit on it.." Mecha Man only confirmed your disappointment harder.
"Hm? Oh yeah...that woulda been cool- but no- yeah this is for the best."
"hEh?"
"As you can see it..the sign..and it, it looks like there's already a couple up their anyways..so..."
Speaking of couples, you felt like a dangerously edged third wheel right now.

You sat between both Blazer and Mecha Man as you all admired the city lights and geography you guess.
"Ya know, I really appreciate you both coming to my rescue back there. I still think I could have handled it but- all I'm trying to say is thanks...I should have just said that..but....yep- I'm still talking."

You and Blazer laugh, she shakes her head in response, and you just wave it off as no big deal. You decide, or rather beat Blazer to speak up first, "Don't worry about it man, she gets paid to do it." Your arm is hit by Blazer, earning a laugh from Mecha Man at your statement. You seemed like a fun person, someone interesting to him, mostly because he knew little to nothing, scratch that, nothing about you. You had no name tag despite the (now thrown away) work uniform. Though, he couldn't say you weren't a little familiar to him.
"Yes, Robert Robertson, no need for thanks."
'...Who?'

"What a minute," Robert Robertson takes a double take with his head, "How do you know my name?" You look at him with a small squint to your eyes, "Robert...Robertson..?" He smirks at your disappointed face, and Blazers small angry one towards you. Only for it to suddenly turn sour and long with a guilt you didn't think she could muster up. Mecha- wait no, Robert- also clocked this sudden change.

"What's going on...?"
"Okay, I'll tell you, but only after you tell me how you ended up with a name like that?"
"Oh you mean a name like Robert Robertson the Third?"
"The THIRD?!"
"Three times this happened?"

"It was Grandpa Bobby, then my Dad, who I called Dad, but everyone else called him Robbie. And then me, Robert- cause I wanted to be taken seriously."
"Hmmm, family tradition."
"Well we can't all win."
"In more ways than one..." And suddenly another shift occurred in the atmosphere around the three of you as he changed his position to be sitting hunched over, staring into the ground below.
"Gramps was the first Mecha Man, he died in the suit before I was born. Dad was killed fighting Shroud, that's when I took over. There was a little inheritance and the life insurance money.."
"...Damn.."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize-"

"Just your average run of the mill sad Super Hero origin story. The family tradition, if there is one, is dying in that suit. Which I guess I don't have to worry about anymore."
He turns to look at the two of us, unlocked from his endless stare downwards. More specifically he turns to you first, and then you realize what he wants. "I was made to be a weapon, that's really all there is to that story." Blazer turns to you, eyes filled with worry, but you only shrug and look upwards at the faded stars. Blazer sighs, but says nothing about your words, and instead looks to Robert with a thankful expression. Sadly, she had to let him down a little bit.

"I'm not quite drunk enough to share my origin story just yet...but...remind me to tell the both of you someday."
"Definitely.."
"...Alright..."

Robert sighs, slowly beginning to take off his mask, which totally took you by surprise. You looked at him worried, and then to Blazer, and then back to Robert. "Hey man, you sure you wanna let me see that? I am a highly wanted individual ya know-" Blazer groans and pulls you backwards into her body, covering your mouth, kinda, to shut you up, she really needed some of your details kept private for...legal reasons. You manage to pull away however, thanks to forming a perfectly bent sphere in the shape of the space between you two from your combs, and then expand the sphere to push you away. Actually, it was more like push you into Robert enough where he has to grab you by the shoulders and hold you close for stabilization. You let out a squeak of surprise from the sudden contact and turn to face Robert quickly, he stares at you, which makes you stare back...

You let out a squeak of surprise from the sudden contact and turn to face Robert quickly, he stares at you, which makes you stare back

Blazer coughs something up into her throat to bring you and Robert back to reality as you basically run into the previously rejected arms of Blonde Blazers. "Sorry!" Robert quickly exclaimed, waving his hands in worry. "No no its fine, I didn't mean to run into the both of you." "Its fine!" They both exclaimed.

"Okay, is it just me, or are we all having a really bad cause of jinxes today?"
Blazer smiles at your blunt tendency to speak your mind, Robert just exhales a breath of worry he didn't really need anymore. Blazer sighs and shakes her head..

"The way I went about things tonight...I'm sorry, it was all a little loose- a little unprofessional- all around the board."
"Unprofessional?"
"I'm actually here on official business- for both of you, I already know (Y/n)- how I know your name, it's for a proposition I mentioned before..well.."
"Ah yeah- still mortified by that.."
"Wait what?"
"Nothing (Y/n), it isn't important, what is important...Do you remember a Super Hero named Track Star?"
You turned to Robert because you sure as hell didn't.

"Remember? Of course. He's like family...that I haven't talked to in a while...what about him?"
"I work with him at SDN. He recommended you. Mentioned that he worked with your father?"
"Yeah, he was the youngest member of the Brave Brigade, so, he was kind of my babysitter for a while. How's he doing?"
"He's doing great, he- he's why I'm here. Robert, I would like to make you an offer. In exchange for dispatching and mentoring some of our rookie heroes, SDN can make you Mecha Man again. But this time with all the resources that a company as big as ours has at their disposal. No more paying out of pocket for repairs. Support staff, the whole shebang."
"My suit was totally destroyed.."
"I saw the report. Studied the footage. It's not totally destroyed, just mostly. It's a big investment. It'll take considerable time and money to get the suit repaired and the missing pieces replaced. Plenty of time to learn how to dispatch, and level up some of the heroes on our roster. Your experience, your work ethic, your perspective- it's all invaluable. Share it, Robert, you have a lot left to give.."
You smiled as Blonde Blazer gives Robert her proposition, no doubt she will be giving you yours yet again, with the same purpose of trying to get you to reform for what you did...if only you felt like you needed to do so.

"When do we get started?"
Fuck yeah bro, get that cash.

"Wait, so you want me dispatching? What does that even mean?"
"Oh. Right. I was supposed to test you at the bar...Here." She tosses him a mediocre black size item, a folded set of a VR head piece. He barely managed to catch it in his damaged condition, and at this point in time, the sun had begun to crest the city horizons behind you, morning announcing itself and birds cooing from the trees, and they fly across the sky in swarms. "Uhm..drunk people shouldn't be throwing things at drunk people." He mused, "Heh, noted." He stared down at the box, as did you, curious on what they looked like. Before anyone could say any words of correction towards what was supposed to happen, the glasses just pop right apart to reveal a fancy pair of VR glasses.
"Cewl." Was all you had to say about that. "Guess all that's to do is pop them on!"
"That's right! All part of the assessment?- Oh, and try not to move too much in there.."
"Yea you'll pretty much plummet to your doom, and then we'd have promised you all that cool shit for nothin'." Robert looks at you with an endearing smile before putting the glasses on.

"Noted." He echoed Blazers speech, and then, once seeing the format, responded with.."Cewl..?" To mimic you, though he is still unsure of where the 'ewl' comes from. You only snorted in his slang attempt, millennial ahh.

As Robert started his work assessment, you turned to look at Blazer, seeing as she was gathering up the lung capacity to reason out with you about your own plan for the future. You had always run from her before, as soon as any mention of the specific term 'reform' was mentioned, Blazer wasn't familiar with the certain traumas attached to that concept for you. Were you forced to forgive something evil? Did you feel guilty for forgiving someone and them not changing? Do you fear change itself? Or are you simply too proud to give up the lifestyle that you have now...

"(Y/n), look, I know we've had our differences, and that you have been through more than what I could imagine right now, but...if you would please hear me out this time?" She had a lop sided smile on her face as she awkwardly held you by the shoulder, afraid of you leaving somehow. You looked at her hand, and then at her...the brightly colored circle around your eyes glowed slightly brighter before returning to a dormant color. You sighed, you were done running, every time you would end up hating your life more and more, the jobs you worked, the people you worked with, the places you lived at- you needed something...less stagnant in boredom and forgotten dreams.
"Look, I hear you Blazer, I do...I just, I don't see myself as someone who needs to let myself be forgiven. Those people, everyone of those who attacked me, they only got what was coming to them! I wasn't bothering anyone and they-" "I know (Y/n), I know!" Blazers arms were up in a defensive manner before being let down to rest on your lap with your own hands in hers.
"Don't see it that way then, see it as...see it as a way to clear your record? This way you can have a fun job, along side meee, and not be constantly hunted by numerous federal and state departments!"

"Well...that does sound nice..."

"Can I still smoke...?"

She looks at you with a blank expression, "No, (Y/n), you can't smoke THC, in the SDN building." "...Well it wouldn't be in the building."
"(Y/n)."
"Okay okay...before work then."
"Ugh..no..ya know what- we'll talk about this lat...wait. Does that mean you want to join?" She asked, her eyes beginning to widen with excitement. You could only slowly say, regret laced into your words, "Y-yeeeaa...sure.."
You were engulfed completely into a pair of boobs slamming into your face before the body above yours goes slightly limp, and soft snores can be heard coming from the top of your hair.
Yeah, she really just did that.

"Well, it looks like I'm great at this so, that's gonna be bad for your negotiating position- I expect a lengthy...oh.."
"Yeah..." You both awkwardly stared at each other.
"...She ain't built like us twin." You smiled at him, proud by your own use of slang in these ever changing times.

"...she could snap the both of us like a twig." He corrected, "And I would say thank you if she did so."

"What??"

"Don't what me."

Suddenly the sleeping woman on your head awoke, looking around confused before settling her sights on Robert and you. She blushes softly with a tinge of embarrassment, "Sorry, did I drool on you-?" "Nah, you good." "Alright good..well Robert, you can see why Track Star thought of you."
"It makes sense, yeah."

As the official business came to an end, Blazer took off to hover in front of the billboard you all were sat upon, you looked to her, and then to Robert, who was already looking at you too.
"Well Robert, that's also my ride. Hope to see ya around, You're a good dude Robert, don't let some cuck cancer ingrates on the news get your spirits down." You jump into Blazers arm bridal style, make her slightly oof in shock at the unexpected weight, and you give Robert one last scout salute.

"You're a Hero, Robert, and not because of some lineage or some suit, but because that is just the kind of person you want to be, right? And I think that's really nice, we need a lot more people out there that are like you. So stay great, and don't die, K?" You shot him a thumbs up with a wide smile. Blazer smiles at your strange and silly interactions you chose to have with people. She gives Robert a curt nod goodbye before you and her are off and away.

"...The kind of person I want to be. A Hero..."

"....Is there a ladder down or....uhh.."

That night, Robert returned to his studio apartment, arriving back home to his only companion as of current, Beef, his dog, to which he apologized for being late. Despite the long few days, he began to do conduct a little of his own background check- more so into the 'civi' he interacted with today. In the corner of his phone played an interview of Blonde Blazer speaking about the SDN, and how wonderful of a program it is to be a part of. Beef looks to Robert in curiosity.

"I found some really amazing people today Beef, they want to help us out..."

Chapter Text

- Over the city of L.A. California -

It was dark once again when you and Blonde Blazer had left Robert to the knowledge that, by tomorrow, he would be on his journey to becoming Mecha Man once again. His suit would be rebuilt and he would be able to start saving people again, it was great on his end.
On your end, it was very different. You weren't some super hero who did good shit for a living only to then get jumped so hard my ass went into a coma. No, you were a villain, by textbook definition, and it said so on every legal document regarding your real identity. You were offered a place in something called the Phoenix Program, a rehabilitating system of sorts that was meant for your kinds of people, the criminal kind. The only issue was that getting you on the team that Robert was going to oversee was a struggle, it was full, to the capacity that those who green lit the program wanted it to be.

This was something Blazer was going to have to change in person, and she could actually do it tonight- since heroes never sleep and all, not a lot of them anyways, and so neither did the board overseeing the SDN. 

These were all things explained to you by Blazer herself once you two managed to make it to your studio apartment, one Blazer was shocked you had. She assumed, like literally everyone else who had ever met you, that you were simply homeless and/or in-between living in shelters or some dark alleyway.

She wasn't too far off though, that was your living situation only about a year ago, when you first came to the city of L.A.;

- 1 Year Ago -

The people around you buzzed by impatiently as city life practically went at the speed of light. Work, school, activities, parties, you name it, it was all happening at the same time somewhere in this city of 3 million.

You had just made it to California by train, then walking a few miles beside the highway, before finally sneaking into a subway bus to the downtown area. All while you pulled off the feat of being undetected by heroes and cops alike. Safe to say you were always going to b paranoid, it was only 3 years ago ago when you had been found murdering some thug, though it wasn't entirely criminal- only the fact that you killing him went far beyond self defense. To them, not you, for someone who was only now just starting to understand that murder being mercy upon ourselves in the face of danger was not how the legal system saw it. In fact, you were very very much in deep shit. Not only because you have numerous warrants and photos of your most wanted records on the internet, but also because you were flat broke in CALIFORNIA. 

It was important that you leave as soon as you could before you ended up a rat person. 

But that endeavor had to wait unfortunately, as the time you spent in L.A. was not an easy one to get out of. Your disheveled appearance had gained the attention of multiple people, and only a few stopped you as you walked your way out of the state. Yes, walked.

A single mother who had just gotten back from a bad date, after such a terrible experience, taking care of you was her way of de-stressing. She bought you comfortable pairs of clothes and even directed you towards a shelter. She introduced herself as Maya, and she had told you that the reason she stopped was because you seemed like someone who could use some help for once. Which, like, thanks- but also- ouch? You didn't say much but thank you and "you didn't have to", but she insisted.

She insisted she help you.

You both had managed to arrive at the shelter she had mentioned before, she handed you a 50, and then just like that, she was gone. Most likely to go and fix up some food for her and her kid, who was being babysat as she aided you, a concept you could only laugh at. The only 'babysitters' you'd ever had were people tasked to hurt you and power your abilities up, must be nice to live so cared for. Free from impending doom and pain.

You stashed the 50 in the pocket of your new pants and made your way into the homeless shelter/soup kitchen, where they were thankfully open to house anyone coming in. From there, it was all pretty much a blur of attempting and failing to find work, doing under the table jobs that involved the illegal use of your power, and or just doing odd jobs of construction, delivery, pet sitting, you name it. Any way to make money. Which paid off in the end ultimately, but was built up by many sleepless nights doing shifts as security, or being forced to stay alert in an alleyway tent after being left outside from the filled up shelters, too anxious to sleep, and soon too tired to function properly.

In your case, the function you seemed to lose was that of being fully present in your own life. You were in so many shelters, you were soon starting to recognize locations of the city, you had a mini map of a small corner of downtown L.A. from sleeping on its streets, and you had even managed to find some decent abandoned places to hunker down in once. 

It wasn't until your next couple (much more than a couple) of paychecks, and weeks of saving up, that you managed to find a cheep place to rent. Which sounds impossible, but the world had decided that you had been homeless long enough, and rewarded you with a home, an incredibly small studio apartment. Call yourself the main character the way you be armouring all this plot.

It was technically two stories, as it did have a small flight of stairs up to your bed- which was only a mattress at this point in time. The entire room was bare, no curtains or carpets, no books or movies. Just shelves, and main kitchen appliances such as the fridge, microwave, toaster, and fruit holder. It was cozy, the walls were intact, which was nice, it had no mold or broken pipes, no electrical rewiring was needing, and best of all was that it had no bugs!

It was a space that held a lot of potential that you were willing to work on and exploit with your ideas. Everything was perfect, you had even begun to imagine a life where maybe you didn't have to run?

Maybe if you just settled down...you could..live an actual life for once. Not just survive another day, hoping and praying that you aren't taken back to that God forsaken place.

Yawning to yourself, you had finally gotten comfortable in bed. Relaxed upon something more soft and dense than those shitty thin mattresses in the shelters, you had begun to fall asleep when the sound of tapping could be heard downstairs in the kitchen. The sound of something or someone snooping through your cabinets had managed to get you up fast. Using a larger version of your usually palm sized hexagons, you created a platform you could stand on. Being able to get on top of it with only the resemblance of standing on glass sounded out, you could move around as if on a literal hover board. Dropping suddenly to face the kitchen with a hand raised up, more hexagons forming at the base. Screaming at a moving shadow, outlined from the light of the microwave against the creatures body, and then clumsily trying to contain the moving organism in your shields.

It took extremely long to capture this ever moving foe since it was fast as fuck. It scratched at the walls and bounced against the shelves to avoid your brightly glowing combs. It was only when the poor thing got itself trapped within the space between your fridge and the wall. You wrapped its body within your shield before moving both you and it over to your couch, light turning on to reveal the creature that had kept you up past 1am...

.... a small cat.

It had turned out that the previous owners of the studio apartment left the cat in the left behind place, and then went completely offline, probably to not be bothered over the cat. Evil fucking people in this fucked up world, they may be a villain, but they aren't a goddam sociopathic bastard.

...so basically you fell in love with this cat, who you had decided to names Crack, for the way you had managed to capture her. That and because she was mainly white, it was that are marble, but you found Crack more iconic. From then on, it was simple. You found a job at Sebbies Sandwiches, and well, the rest is boring living life as a middle class worker.

It took you a while to explain all of this to Blonde Blazer, once you had both actually gotten to the aforementioned apartment. Having her in your place of privacy after the years you spent both evading her and narrowly beating the shit out of her (at least you would like to think so). Crack was between the two of you, more so having her upper body on top of Blazer while her tail was hitting your thigh.

"Wow...Just wow...I had no idea you have had to do that so many times..."
"Don't feel bad.."
"Well I don't, you did murder like 16 people and then run away, only to resist and fight the heroes trying to help you."
"Help me? Oh please. So many of them just straight up tried to break every bone in my body. All because I rightfully tried to defend myself against their incineration blasts."
"Eh..good point..okay..well then I guess it is a good thing that right after I get outta here I'll be personally recommending you to Robert's team."
"Cewl."
Blazer sighs with a smile on her face before leaning her head down to lay on your shoulder. Her legs curled onto the couch and a yawn escapes her without a care in the world.
"Thought you said you were gonna fly off..."
"Will laterr.."

You could remember the last time you and her had gotten close like this. The first time was when she first captured you, only 8 months after your initial identification as a murderer. You and her had gotten cosy together, you behind bars at this time, while she interrogated you. Needless to say you charmed her with your wit and expertise is seduction.

In reality you were a traumatized wet dog, crying and holding onto yourself as if someone was going to hurt you. Years of experience taught Blonde Blazer to recognize these signs, despite the clothes covered in blood that you wore, you were obviously made the victim of horrendous crimes...and you had escapes. It was this pity that you had managed to escape. It was messy, you got a broken nose and multiple scraps and bruises, but falling down a waterfall and being pulled down a river made it hard for Blazer to track you.

Fuck that hurt.

But the most impactful moment of your relationship was a couple of more months after the first;

It was raining, and you were stranded along the side of the road, using the thick and large trees to try and shield your poorly dressed self from the impending storm that was about to lay you on your ass. 

It was virtually impossible to not be wet, the combination of heavy rains and powerful winds making it so you would be drenched within seconds, not minutes, seconds, and yet you managed to keep your legs moving. As soon as you could managed to get to the point that you found a pit stop that is, the recognition of a place meant for rest almost made you drop then and there.

You kept moving, fast.

It was red and green in color, a clown dinosaur as its logo while the entrance to the small shop was in brightly illuminated letters, "Clownorus Stop and Pump". You found this name both confusing and wildly inappropriate, but mostly funny as shit, stop and pump.

It was obviously some sort of dingy mom and pop shop, ran by someone who preferred the quiet of the dark woods, that or a family that had murderous intentions, or a mix of both. Either way, it gave you the fucking creeps.

The pumps seemed normal, going from only 1 - 6, so a pretty small gas stop compared to the average 8. The building was in the shape of your everyday stereotypical station: one story, brightly lit, and yet at the same time the shadows inside of it were too dark, and the lights flickered so bad that some parts of the store would just stay dark for a few seconds longer than you are comfortable with. 

But it was fine,
you had this power,
and you were trained well to use it.

You may have some inexperience when it comes to actual fighting, but your defense is well made up for that lack of combat expertise. But did you really wanna risk it for that chocolate biscuit?
.
.
.

Yes.

The bell rang as the front door opened, the metal bottom scratching against the small rug that scrunched up from the door opening. Once it shut, you were faced with silence, a dilution to your senses, and the feeling that something bad had just happened here. The only noise that could be heard was the buzzing from both the freezers in the back, and the flickering/buzzing of the luminescent lighting.

You could feel the hairs on your body stand up, pressure around you grow heavy, and uneasiness begins to turn into panic. What had you gotten yourself into this time?

Not being able to help yourself- mainly because you were hungry, thirsty, and needed something to keep you going in this economy. You walk quietly through the store, making sure to go towards the end most isle and then all the way across to check each individual isle...but you didn't have to go that far. You passed by isle 5 and immediately noticed the drips in blood that came straight down from the ceiling.

You glanced up, not moving an inch from where you stood, not even breathing. There was an opening in the ceiling, it was like a dark void compared to whiteness of the ceiling.

'FUCK ALL THAT NOISE.' You calmly turned to face away from the obvious bait and trap, and instead settled on resuming your investigation, mainly so you could move down the very last isle and back towards the front door. Whatever may have been there, whoever may have lived in there before you arrived, they weren't there now...but whatever killed it could be.

Your survival instincts over the months of being stuck to confining yourself in the forest to avoid the patrols of passing heroes, it gave you the wisdom to high tail out of a very obvious crime scene. The many years of being tortured however made it so you became concerned about just leaving whoever was there to die...alone. That, or leaving whatever did it to roam around the area, you had the faith in yourself to not die, but others may not be so lucky...

Hence the search for a nearby pay phone, and then the realization that you had no money, and then the realization that there may have still been cash in the register. You turned your back to look at the station, the ominous aura still radiating from it, thankfully, you were given a power that gave you creative freedom. It allowed you to be able to peak above the glass of the front windows, create a bubble like formation around the register itself, cutting it from the surrounding material it was combined to, and flying it out the door....or so you tried. Turns out you needed to physically open the door yourself to get it out...and this thing was huge.
You couldn't risk the bell ringing again....you were going to have to isolate it. Putting the register quietly on the ground, you began your tedious effort on slipping the bell silently on the flat surface that was your spherical shield. It was a lot harder to focus on this task with the knowledge that anyone could sneak behind you right now.

Yet nothing of the sorts happened, the bell was removed and placed on the ground in the same manner as the register, and it was child's play by that point getting the register out. You shuffled away from the area, and suddenly a fist met your face, one that felt extremely solid and wet. You screamed in fear and pain, flying through the window you had spied through previously. Your body was cut from the broken glass, but you landed far enough away that you hadn't landed on any of it. You had instead slammed into one of the candy display carts on wheels.

You gasped, loudly, air having been knocked out of you and it left your mind racing with the need to breath. You couldn't focus on anything besides that, leaving your ability to defend yourself weak, were you tortured to be a human tank for nothing (Y/N)? You fumbled with your legs, trying to get yourself back on your feet looked more like pushing yourself away against the floor, while blood ran down your arms and smeared under your palms. The person who had decided to assault you was a large individual, or rather, a large wolf creature. Werewolf maybe? Besides their incredibly heightened everything, it isn't very versatile against an ability like yours. You were able to trap him, but first he had to stop beating the fuck out of you.

Trying to focus on how to fold your shields in just the right way that you are both separated completely, was hard when you were also trying to avoid having his jaws latch on your face. You had grabbed the ends of both their chin and snout before they could shred the flimsy skin on your face apart, both your strength was an embarrassment to say the least, and instead you summoned a large sphere in its mouth. The creature choked on the object, and doing so causes it to release its hold on you while it attempted to free its throat. You, on the other hand, where able to finally focus on the beast and trap it in a dome.

It took a lot of willpower to not fall asleep after that bullshit, but doing that would absolutely kill you, and so you opted for calling the SDN instead. You did so with the built in phone in the wall for the cashier, as well as hitting the emergency button for immediate deployment of police and ambulance. Someone could be alive yet injured here, but you were in no mood to really investigate that right now.

You were outside when the forced arrived, from how you explained it to them, they had decided the best forces to call were both Blazer and Phenomaman. Which was weird after seeing how...romantic he was towards her, yet also terribly dismissive of her obvious emotional cues. Despite being one of the most famous heroes of the planet earth, he sure seemed...incapatible with the ways of human function and development. Anyways, it wasn't any of your business, what was your business was Blazer coming at you with a JOB offer, with heroes, HEROES.

You had already managed to avoid getting killed by them once, you weren't about to go into the lions den of them. You...politely refused her offers with a few....kind...choice of words for her. Ones that got you into the back of the police car, right before Blazer, with her charm and status in hero rankings, got some time alone to talk to you. Since you since uncomfortable around law enforcement, she took you away to a nearby cliff ledge- which was definitely not in any way more terrifying for you- but it was also quiet...

You both talked for a while, about your past, what happened to the ones she called your parents, and you called traitors. Your perspective of the compound included that off ceremonies to enrich your body for optimal usage, which included abusive methods of strengthening both your stamina and your powers durability. It also included a lot of isolation methods, you feared police forces, more so heroes, and you refused to cooperate with them. Well, all of them but Blazer, she seemed kinder then the rest naturally and set off the feeling of safety in your brain. Maybe it could be her attractiveness, or because you both genuinely connected as indivudals last time. Even if it was just her way of getting close to you, you didn't feel like you had down something wrong.

"(Y/n), can you please let us help you? We could get you help, you don't have to run."
"You say that as if I got a choice in this.."
"You do-!"
"I don't! I never have, I never will. Let me guess, it's either do whatever you want or be arrested and thrown in jail!"
"...(Y/n).."
"I fucking knew it!"
"Wait! Please! Just hear me out!"
"Why should I trust a hero of all people.."
"Don't see me as a hero then..."

Holy shit...she's small. She was serious about helping you, and if that meant taking power away from her and giving it back you was what was needed, then she would give you back the control you needed. She had taken off the neck piece that had held her signature red jewel from her chest, and into her hands. She had long brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes like always, but now, she was just a couple of inches shorter than before. She still towered over you however, so it wasn't much of a change.....

"Oh..wow....you....what is wrong with you?"
"..wha-what???"

You bursted out laughing, right in her face. She was dumbfounded and soon gripped her jewelery in her hand and puffed her cheeks out.

"What are you laughing at?!"

"It-its just..heheh...well...you seriously think it was a good idea to show me your secret identity!? Just to gain my trust, a CRIMINALS trust?"

"You aren't a criminal (Y/n)."

"I've killed people. Remember."

She bit her lip at her own previous arguments from months back is thrown in her face. She could only sigh, and nods in agreement at the obvious hypocrisy.

"Look, I know what I said before was...well..yeah, but I was thinking about you and-.."
"Woah bro, don't you got a man?"
"Not like that! (Y/n)!"
"Ya sure?"

"...."

"....Blazer."

"Listen (Y/n), the Phoenix Program could really help you!"

"Pivoting away from my comment but okay, I already said nu uh. So just, arrest me or..something."

"(Y/n) I really don't want to arrest you, please, I...I just want to talk.."

"...about me going to jail or...something more personal that you seemed to wear on your sleeve." Her eyes soften, she knew how observant you were and she knew she wouldn't have been able to hide this deep seeded guilt. She...she talked so openly and freely with you before, she could buy herself a few hours to talk now.

"I just...you're honest to me, you don't sugar coat things because I'm a hero, and you obvious don't give a fuck about who I am privately."

"I ain't got no beef with....uh.."

"Mandy."
"...Mandy...my beef is with Blonde Bitch Blazer. She's the one who wants me arrested."

"(Y/n) you know that's not true.."
"Yeah yeah whatever..just...ugh..talk to me or whatever.."

From there you both got comfortable next to each other, you had brought your knees to your chest and she had set relaxed next to you. It was only an hour of talking before things got...intense.

"I just...I don't know what to do. Everyone seems to think we're already together. And every time I deny it, people seem to think I'm crazy for not being with him. Doesn't help that he is so obvious about his attraction towards me..or rather Blonde Blazer."
"Ah..so its the mask he wants.."
"YES!"
"Awe man, I am sorry, the world is fucked up."
"Tell me about it....ya know, it feels so easy to talk with you like this (Y/n). Why...why would you run when I could get you somewhere safe?"

She sat up and turned to you know, you had both laid down after 30 minutes of sitting up. You looked away from her with a displeased groan, did she seriously have to keep coming back to that...

A warm gloved hand met the side of your face, turning it to meet with Mandy's blazing blue eyes, ones that stared deeply into yours for only a few seconds..but it felt so much longer.

"I just....I'm scared....isn't that lame.."
"No, no it isn't (Y/n)..you were hurt...you were really hurt and...and we didn't do much to elevate that fear. I..I apologize for that."

The gap between the two of you only got smaller from there...

Chapter Text

- L.A.S.D.N Main Precinct -

"Oh dang it...I'm gonna be late for band practice!" Said the 'guitar mom' in the commercial playing straight from across both you and Mecha-Man, or rather, Robert as you were allowed to call him. It was one of those bouncy commercials, real estate or insurance, which ever one was, it was obvious that Phenomaman was not good at them. It was so obvious that he was reading from a teleprompter, was this a commercial you could see everywhere? You wondered if anyone had every pointed it out to him, or maybe people were too anxious. 

From your years on the run, he was extremely hard to deal with normally, especially if teamed with Blazer, however he wasn't the smartest, and could be tricked easily by you most times. Sometimes to a point that you think he wanted to let you go, to start the chase all over again, to keep going back and forth between banter and insults- he really was a softy even if he would never understand what that meant.

You and Robert were paired together for today, as the new kids on the team, it was imperative that you both learn to become 'friends', though you would have thought yesterdays meet and greet was something a kin to that itself. Not nearly as much as Blazer wanted you guessed. You had no interest in whatever was playing/ending on the TV above the SDN's lobby right now, you see to people watching instead- a past time of yours that you had only picked up when it was something that was practically molded into your person. You could tell a lot about a person by the way they dress, speak to others, the way their eyes move around- a lot more people wear their hearts on their sleeve than they think. People just can't read for shit.

"She's definitely not making it to band practice..." Robert spoke as he lifted his head around the his knuckles, his arm had rested on his knee to keep him perched up to see the TV. His voice cut through the awkward silence like a knife, pulling you away from the glass door and instead to look at him, then the TV, and back to him.

"Heh, yeah wha- wait, what's that?" A new voice from behind you two broke in after Robert, this voice sounded more puzzled, confused, and high pitched. You hated to say it, but it really sounded like a, quote on quote, 'nerd', and it didn't help when you actually matched the voice and the face when turning around. This kid was wet, everywhere, he had on an ugly yellow and blue suit that covered everything, you may be covered entirely yourself, but this kid was really a new level. His suit came with a front placed zipper that was slightly pulled down to allow his neck some space, this gave his suit a collared shirt style top, and speaking of top, he had on a pair of goggles, blue ones. Did you fail to note that he was entirely wet?

"The commercial." You answered for Robert, "It sucked..." folding your arms in disapproval at the entire theme the SDN had for the public, though not doubting its effectiveness in easing peoples minds. Who wouldn't be relieved to have Heroes ready at their beck and call for anything that may go wrong, even as simple as a cat stuck in the fucking tree- people really are lazy.
"S-sucks? Uh, yeah..well- may- not so- maybe no..heh?" The yellow and blue wet boy rubs the back of his soaked hair before walking over to sit next to the couch, next to you and Robert, next to you mainly, despite his initial disagreement from your comment.
"Phenoma-ma-ma-man..he is..he's like a rock star!" He combated, looking at us with a wide smile and bright, cheery eyes. His excitement was very shortly lived as his 'joke' whooshed over Roberts head, and yours- though you kinda figured it was more of the fact he had no bigger word for the biggest Super Hero in the world. Then again, his stutter seemed to prevent him from doing so, so rock will have to do. Robert, despite actually watching the commercial, looked more confused than you did, his eyebrows curling towards the upper center of his nose as his mouth curls into a small but tight frown. Water kid has to quickly inform the both of you that is was indeed a joke, "..cause of the rock...roll..coo-cool commercial? I'm a Phenomafan you- you might- could say that.." You smiled at him. He could barely say the Heroes name but he could say Phenomafan? You bent over in an arched position, arm perched to hold your cheek against the fist of your hand so you could rest it while looking over at this...water...guy.

"Oh yeah? Have you ever met him here before or nah? Or is it like a far distance relationship? It's rough out here buddy, I get it." You made sure to not sound too mean when pressing into this kid, you didn't want it to sound like you were teasing him- though you were- but you were just having a little fun with him, joking about his far distance 'relationship' with his Phenomadaddy.

"Hate to add on but I hear he's a jerk in real life. Most big Heroes are.."
"Ah the ole' 'never meet your heroes' strikes again.."
"Yyyep..."

"What!? Jerk? No-no-no-no- I don't think so.." He waved his finger with a single song end to his words, oh this sweet summer child, you really had the urge to put this sweet boy in a tower- what kind of person like this needs to experience the fucked up world that is villain organized crime? Robert seemed to have other ideas, he seemed more like he figured the boy would say something along those lines, but remained quiet on it. But it wasn't until he was struggling with his tie that Robert and you were forced to aid him, seeing as his horribly blatant lack of tying a tie was showing itself obvious as he only managed to overlap the two ends to form an X...and that was it. 
"Yep that's not right...that is not right..." You were up first, seeing as you were the one seated right next to him, but Robert was also quick to help aid the poor boy. "Just- okay- let us help." You had been facing the boy head on as you gingerly began to fold his tie up, making sure both ends sat even from each other so it wouldn't look crooked. The tie was soaked, just like the rest of him
"OOOH- Oh that's note- not necessary if- I'm not...oh...so..sorry...mmneverous yes- well no...I mean- yes, but no yes is more...my powers make everything we- moist. Waterboy is how they- what they, call me. But yes I am...nervous! That is."
Doors behind you open, causing your eyes to flicker over as quickly as you had managed to pull Robert downwards to hide his face, he was caught off guard and tried to resist you but you only held the collar of his suit more tightly before slapping an SDN pamphlet into his face. The new body that had just entered the building was none other than the Walking Grill, Flambae, that had come waltzing inside like they worked here. Which, come to think of it, was probably the case, unlucky for you and Robert since you may end of working with that asshole, God forbid working under him.
You only managed to hide yourself by wrapping an arm around Waterboy and pulling his head close to your face, making it appear as if you were consoling him, totally not suspicious. It was what was lucky your pamphlet/huddling technique worked, and all three of you were passed without even so much as a glance from him. Probably to hide his singed eyebrows that were once so stylish, now seemed to replicate a line of islands on a map, spaced apart and each speck of hair each shaped differently. That or because he truly seemed one track minded to wherever he needed to go, from the kind of guy that he was, he seemed the type to be late to everything and that was probably why. When the door he had walked through was closed, you removed yourself from a now flustered Waterboy, to him, you and him were only a single foot away from lips crashing into his, at least if you were to get into an angle, but to him, it might as well be one. In a none creepy, talker way, and more so a young person crushing hard on an older/older perceived individual. Robert was more confused and annoyed, "Care to explain?" "Rip off Flame Princess almost saw you, I figured you would rather read lame shit then have him called you Mecha-Bitch again- which- for your information- I have totally been calling you in my head." You shot him two finger guns, bouncing them at him playfully, only earning you a face of nothing. Nothing but plain boredom. "Do you have to look so dissapointed in me?"

"Wait- I know you- I you, now that I see your face.." Waterboy said to Robert, "Y-you're Mecha-Man! I-I you, you're dead...I..I thought."
"Just on the inside.." "cough cough emo.." 
"You..uhh, look small- different in person.." 
"He really compensates a of that with the robot."
"...Thank you.." "No prob Bob."

"Oh, wasn't sure you'd show up, Mecha-Man, (Y/n)." Blonde Blazer greeted the two of you, waving her hand as she now stood on the other side of all the lobby couches, closest to Robert. Waterboy was ecstatic, he seemed to be a Blondiefan as well.
"Oh!- Wow, Blazer! Blonde- a real hero!?"
"Oh sorry- but I'm- I need these two for something. Follow me you two." That was when both your and Robert were led down the same path Flambae had gone down as well, passing by an awestruck Waterboy, you quickly throw a gentle smile and a small wave his way before disappearing further into the SDN. You didn't see it, but from behind you, Waterboy returned the kind gesture, but his hand returns to rest over his heart, feeling it racing in his chest. "S-so..wow..nice..nice person..."

Now being led, or basically dragged away, you saw the way that Blazer looked at Robert with worry, she was almost frazzled by his appearance as Mecha-Man. She scoops all three of you into an empty office space, a meeting room of some kind that was dimmed down by Blazer when she flips the shades around so no one could see us. She turned to the both of us, you only now realized that she held two backpacks in her hand, and she was holding one out to you, while she placed the other on the table for Robert. "Take your clothes off."

"Uhhh what's happening?"
"Can we tone down the freaky please Blazer."

Robert and Blazer look at you oddly, though you have no idea why, she was the one asking the two of you to get all nakey with each other or something. She shakes her head, gearing up to explain why exactly we were being asked to strip down- and in the same room as each other no less. "Well for starters, we don't want too many people knowing you're Mecha Man. A lot of our dispatchers are  former heroes, but it's better if you keep your identity a secret. We've had incidents in the past. As for you, (Y/n), you are on numerous Wanted Lists, and therefor, a lot of heroes probably know your face well. You will need this, I made it especially for you, I hope I..got your preferences." She shimmies the black backpack into your arms, it felt hard, harder then just clothing. "For you Robert, here." She fished out his new SDN uniform and tossed it into his hands, a uniform that seemed one size too big for his stature.

"I remember you being bigger...I was a little drunk..."
"That would be the cameras adding wayy more than their usual 6 pounds, actually." You jab an elbow into his arm half hazardously, earning a small wince from him as he watched your figure move down towards the end of the room with your own stuff. He sighs, taking off his mask and holding it in the palm of his hand, staring deeply into the unfilled eye socket holes.

"I've never felt silly wearing this..."
"Until now?"
"Yeah, I was..trying to imply that with the silence."
"It worked-"
"No the fuck it didn't- you finished his sentence! That's not how that works Blazer!" You had your own mask in your hands as you pointed your arm accusingly as Blazer. Holding up your pointer finger only to wag it at her in shame. You hadn't noticed that with your attention focused on Blazer, Robert had moved closer to the other side of you. From where you stood towards the far left, he was standing at the center right, directly across from you around the large table. It wasn't until both you and Robert had begun to undress that you both noticed the easy access towards the view. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of bashfulness as you promptly turn around.
"Sorry Robert but I don't think HR would appreciate us staring at each other while we do this?"

Robert turned to face the wall behind, "Right, sorry." "Is cool..." You also looked towards Blonde Blazer who was looking back at you. 
"Oh! Sorry! Should I turn around? Or? What uhm...uhh, should I close my eyes..? Would that make you more comfortable (Y/n)?"
"Do what you want Blazer, I doubt it'll be much to see."
Both Blazer and Robert disagreed about that to themselves at that very same moment, though no one would be able to prove it.
"Oh, yeah, no..it's- it's..sure." She folded her arms and redistributed her weight towards her left leg, angle herself to look dead set on your body now. Robert seemed fine with this as he had already thrown his shirt over his head to cover up his exposed torso. Just for everyone's sake of mind, yes, you looked, and yes, he is fine as hell. Right now you were more stalling the strip fest since you hadn't actually been serious if she was going to watch you.

"Heya..Blazer...I know I said do whatever but...do you have to look so intense about it?" You turned away fully from her, earning another round of apologies before she too looked away, only to see as you were finally able to lift off your shirt. It wasn't the same blue sweater as yesterday, this time, seeing you in the reflection of the door window, she saw that you had changed to a tan-ish white shirt with a NASA pattern on it, that and a pair of ripped blue jeans with fishnets underneath and navy blue converse, the only other pair of shoes you have aside from your work ones. She looked down over at the scars on your body, some cuts running up from the side near your kidney and all the way across to the center of your back, numerous marks resemble scratches, that were actually carvings by a knife were here and there across your arms. As you were able to remove you pants, it was revealed similar carvings and marks on your legs, and there were various other assortments of whip marks, burns, and healed up holes that spread across your skin. Though they weren't catastrophically ugly and they didn't take up too much space that made them hard to hide, at least to a point where you could make up a good lie for how you got them, as well as throw off Blazer at the sheer amount you had. "...hmm.."
Your eyes glance behind you, and with a sign you shuffle on your new pants and belt equipment.

"Ya know I didn't always used to look this beautiful," You began, catching Roberts attention- only for him to also stare at your half naked body. Blazer faced you, "Shout out to my barber dawg." Blazer face palmed and Robert just looked at the ground with a cough covering over his laugh. "Anyways, you guys haven't said anything for the past 4 minutes and I'm starting to feel like a child of divorce to parents I didn't even know were married. You guys beefing?" Both of them looked to you with a trace of disbelief to their immediate and frantic disregards to such a statement. Blazer simply meant to apologize.

 "I, I just wanted to say, again, I'm sorry about last night. I...regret the way I conducted myself- it...it was unprofessional of me, I was a little caught off guard by (Y/n)'s sudden appearance."
"I'm honestly surprised you didn't fetch me sooner, you're usually so fast to catch me, the fact we were in the same city and you didn't- either you're slipping...or I am.."

"Let's not count you doing less crime as 'slipping', (Y/n).."
"Heh, yeah, in anyways, I didn't think it was all that bad. Besides the...spit thing.."
"Lets actually not mention that-"
"Oh sorry, yeah, no..it was just a nice night, nothing more then that."
"Exactly, which is why I would like to keep things professional."
"Says the woman who dragged us both in here to strip down and change in front you her, totally profes-" suddenly, as you were about to toss your dirty clothes with his on one of the chairs before they inevitably ended back in the bags, an invisible force stops them and hangs in mid air like magic. Your eyes widened, arms shooting back to your sides in shock as you still had yet to put on your new shirt, and they fold over your chest quickly to be unexposed.

"Are you serious?" Suddenly the pair of clothes begins to run away, "UH UH UH!" before slamming into a wall made up of your combs, you walked over to the now revealed girl who was invisible before; snatching your clothes away from her fallen body. She rubs the back of her head with a painful sound, "Who locks a conference room?" The wall you had created folded into itself and disappeared, causing the spy to watch as it retreats into nothing and then up to the person who now casts a shadow over her, which was you, or rather, your still exposed chest, to which she so shamefully stared at.
"...I have no appropriate thoughts right now about this." Her voice comes out scratchy, an inhaler appears in her hand and she huffs from it, making your curiosity peak a tad- but you would rather walk away and finish changing into your hero 'suit'. You nodded to Blonde Blazer and whizzed past Robert, who couldn't help but give you one last glance before also giving the spy his full attention.

"Alright, enough. First of all, don't talk to (Y/n) like that, and second of all, what do you think you're doing here?" "Not getting a show that's for sure.." Her light brown eyes lit up as they trailed over to you, scanning from your lower spine and up to your wide back, a very nicely toned back in fact. Robert sneers down at the young woman and stands between you and her vision.
Blazer could only sigh in annoyance, and the new woman only had to stand up to be able to see behind Robert and at you, though you had already begun putting on the sleeveless turtleneck top.
"Robert, (Y/n), this is Invisigal. She is part of the Phoenix Program. We take former super villains and criminals, such as herself and you (Y/n)..technically, and we rehabilitate them to reenter society to use their powers f- are those my earrings?" 'Invisigal' takes them off quickly and returns them without another word other than, "They look better on me." 

"Speak for yourself.." Your sudden cut into the conversation gathered everyone's eyes over to you as they say your now fully suited body. 

You had on a (F/c) top that resemble less of a turtleneck, and more of fabric shaped to cover your chest, torso, back, and collarbones, and clavicle in the most comfortable way for you. It had stitched in essences that made it so that every time the light reflected on you, people could see a pattern similar to that of your shields, shimmering through the black color. Over that was a (O/c) jacket, one that only had the sleeves and a few inches down over your chest, it was like a half top, except you also had to scrunch up the sleeves the make room for your armored gloves. No, not gauntlets- they were a thin dark washed out blue shade of leather that was attached to metal arm vambrace's made to go over them. Made from a light yet tough material it matched the metal in the shoulders of your sweater, stitched in between as a hidden layer or protection. Then the only things left were your (F/c) cargo pants, not super baggy, but not tight either, they were held up by a belt that had three compartments attached that were satchel based in design, as well as a flask for water, mainly because it resembled a sphere. 

That's on brand right?
Circle...circles are your thing now? 

Anyways- you also have black combat boots with a cute little honey bee charm on one of the laces and a helmet that resembled Daft Punk, but it was a (F/c) metal, and a hexagonal visor shape. That wasn't even the coolest part though, the coolest part was the fact that there were numerous controls linked to all parts of your outfit, it may look simple, but it is way more mechanical then it seems. For an entire rundown given to you by a downloaded video- hosting Phenomaman of course, who explain how state of the art the helmet was, there were commands that allowed you to edit photos, record voice and faces, see body heat signatures- it was like a portable all-in-one video camera.

The other three in the room were all looking towards you, the 'new' you. Someone who went from an average looking yet incredibly skilled and deadly individual, to a kind and supportive hero. You looked, in Blazers image, responsible, a symbol towards a new path, and a strong end to your generational villain legacy. There was Robert, who honestly just thought you looked like a smaller version of him, being Mecha Man and all and known for his impressive suit build, it was like your helmet was...its baby. That thought was quickly buried deep down as Robert settled for a thumbs up in your direction.

"Lookin' good."
"Is it too late to say dibs?" "What the fuck are you on about." You snap at her, causing her to only smirk wider in response, "Just sayin', you're hot is all- I mean, have you seen yourself? Perfect level of adorable and bat shit crazy. Who wouldn't wanna do you?"

"Blazer I want this one obliterated."
"(Y/n), we cannot obliterate anyone."
"Rude.."

"Anyways, Invisigal, this is (Y/n), they will be joining your team, and this is Robert, he'll be your team's dispatcher."
"A washed up dad bod superhero with no super powers and a wanted criminal for numerous horrific war crimes..can't wait.."
"Look, Roberts identity, all of this, that's staying between us. He's still Mecha Man, and they're going through the same redemption you have been granted. But none of that can get out to anyone from beyond this room. And if it does," Blazer leaned forward to try and intimidate the Invisible turning woman, "I'll know who it came from."
"You think I wanna tell people our dispatchers a fuckin' loser?"
"Look- I'm here to help. It's what I do."
Invisigal looked towards you.
"I may be the farthest person who's allowed to say this, since I..wasted most of my life running it seems." You smile at Blazer, who graciously returns it, feeling proud as you have your own little speech moment. "But this feels like a chance to finally do something that...makes a change in the kind of person I was told to be, over the person I want to be. And maybe at the end of everything, with Blazer and Roberts help, we can all be someones who we can look up to."

"...Well I'm wet, wish you were there towards my queer awakening, woulda loved have someone like you around during that fun period of my life." She inhaled deeply from her inhaler again. "It's giving 'experimental fuck buddies'....fuck its hot." As soon as she spoke, which you regretted having ears for as she basically looked you up and down with her metaphorical slong, she bulldozes out the door and morphs back to being invisible.

"...I think I need a shower after having to go through that...but I think I'm flattered???" "
Blazers sighs, and slumps sadly by a smidge. "We have a..weekly ranking list for all the heroes in the company."
"Don't tell me, she's all the way at the fucking bottom."
"She called herself Invisibitch, when she was a villain. We're trying to rebrand her.

"Yeah, I thought Invisigal felt kinda corny for her."
"Agreed."
"Oh yeah? The name was my idea..anyways, just follow me dad bod and war crimes."

- Inside the Actual Call Area designated for Cubicles -

Blazer walks you and Robert through the cozy yet still rather large office space, showing us the different departments, people in those departments, and the gives us a whole speech on ways that SDN is used to represent a safe and supportive community between its workers and the public. Or some company slogan along those lines.

Wait- what was that about bathe salts??

Just now returning mentally into the conversation between Robert and Blazer, they walked ahead of you as you watched the people of this office space type and talk on their computers. Most definitely to all kinds of heroes around the city...maybe one of these cubicle junkies knows Crimson Rain, because he could use better help with directions.
So, basically, Robert gets to sit on his ass and call people all day, and you get to do society's dirty ass work...wonderful.

"Sorry, at work I tend to get a little-"
"Corny." Robert and you exclaim, and you weren't even paying attention. 
"Corporate...dicks."
"Anyways, Robert, you go do that, and then meet me and (Y/n) in Records Room when you're done? If you get lost, look for the door that says Records Room." Blazer wrapped an arm under yours and dragged you off with her towards that very room. You were then given the same treatment as Robert.
"Alright (Y/n), just wait out here for Track Star, okay?"
"Wait, you wanna just leave me here? For a Hero to find?"
"Oh you'll be fffiineee, he's harmless...mostly."
"Comforting."
"(Y/n)."
"FFFIINE!"
"Thank you!"

At first, when you were left outside the room, you thought it would be a long wait, but it in fact was not even a moderate rate. As you see an old man, short, resembled Albert Einstein had he been black, the resemblance was crazy. What wasn't so crazy was how badly he struggles carrying a more than heavy box of, what you could only assume was records, until it was literally lifted off his shoulders.
"What the- who!? YOU!!?"
"Uh, you're welcome?"
"How the fuck did you get in here!? Ya damn shit criminal!"
"Blazer, Phoenix Program, Redeeming myself."
"Oh, gotcha. Well then, you can carry the records for me, put your ass to some good use, ha!"
"Thanks, old timer.."
"Hey! Watch who ya' call old timer...ya prick...or should I say, (Y/n) (F/n) or (Y/n) (F/F/n), or whatever the fuck you're calling yourself in this state right now."
"Oh..so you know?"
"Know!? I was the one who clocked your sorry ass in the first place! Just didn't realize she would take you under her wing, joke intended."
"Yeah, well, it took a while to convince me."
"You and every other villain in the program kid."

You and Track Star, or Chase as you come to learn, get along well. He was funny as hell, and he didn't seem hell bent on knocking you on your ass so it was pretty much the same as being best friends. As you aid him in his work tasks, giving him record after record for him to stack neatly on the shelf, each row a different date in the future. As he told you, each one contains heavily important information regarding specific dispatches that go crazy wrong, basically, it was all the cool main villain fights. Neat, zero interest in that done and dealt with noise. For the small time you had knew Chase, he radiated a guidance figure to you. You had figured you guessed that aura coming from him was close if not a perfect description of him, as Robert entered the room and was immediately engulfed in a hug from Chase.

"Holyy Shit, who's this freckled face fuck? How are ya?" Chase had wrapped his arms around Robert tightly while dragging his large body down a couple of inches to Chase's smaller one. Robert seemed highly confused, which highly confused you, which only amused Chase even more.
"That's an aggressive way to greet someone-!"
"Look at this skinny latte prick. You're bones kid."
'Not from what I saw...bro is just slim- and hot.'

You watched as Blazer arrived back to greet the scene herself, confusing you on where she was just at. Chase looked over Roberts shoulder, "You here to whip these assholes into shape or what?"
"That's the idea!" Blazer nodded.
"Assholes...?" You feel a sense of dejectedness.

"Uhmm, I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Why you all tense? What? It's a hug. Not a hand job. Lighten up."
"Be that as it may, I'm still confused..."
"Oh right, cause I'm old shit. How 'bout this? This jog your memory?"

As Chase asked Robert, he gets down to pose into his most signature move, his left arm bent in front of his chest as his left leg squats him forward. His right arm was up and pointed in the opposite direction, and it made it look like Chase was about to dash off. Which, if it weren't for his old man body, what would usually happen.

"Track Star!? Holy shit!" You smirked at Roberts excitement, huffing with an amused glint in your eyes at Roberts realization finally coming to pass. It was sweet when they hugged once again, now fully committed to it by Robert.
"Yeah, ya fucker. Why're you accepting hugs from old men you don't know? Oh, and hey, they call me Chase around here so keep it...you know." Confidential, got it, any and all secret identities in this building need to be protected, having said that, was it only for some of them? You saw and heard heroes in the hallways speaking to each other freely with their code names, heroes on the field most likely. Is it because of civilians, do they work at the SDN- well- duh, not enough heroes to run ans international network. Having said that, why keep it a secret unless dispatching is temporary? Maybe Chase's situation was more of a preference ordeal.

"Sure, yeah right, Chase.."
"Its been what? Ten, fifteen years?"
"Holy fuck-"
"Has it really been that long?" Blazer could only replicate your shocked and confused stare.
"Yeah, I reached out to this little piss ant when his dad passed. Then he got to duckin' me like he owed me money."
"Ouch."
"Exactly (Y/n)."

"..I was in a weird place."
"I understand, kid. It was tough on all of us, so I can't imagine what you went through.."
"Yeah so what's up? Wanna tell me why you look like Black Einstein."
"THANK YOU! I didn't wanna say anything but since it was.."
Blazer laughs, while Chase frowns and looks at her with a disappointed side smile, "Sorry, I never noticed."

"Fucker. It's the powers. I could move fifty times faster than the average person, but I didn't realize until it was too late, that I was ageing fifty times faster when I used my powers.."
"Shhiit.."
"Nowadays I'm moving slower than frozen piss to keep the ole' ticker from poppin' on me."
"I had no idea..I'm so sorry Chase." Robert spoke, following Chase to behind a shelving unit, leaving you and Blazer to look at each other with differing feelings of pity and relief. However, Chase seemed to be sick of it all, regardless of seeing you or Blazer.
"Hey, if I feel another ounce of pity from you, I will run you over in the parking lot and say it was an accident."
Everyone laughed, and Blazers hand had met your shoulder. Yeah, he was alright.
"They'll believe me because it looks like I'm wearing diapers."
"So, I guess this means you're the one person I can't complain to about losing my suit.
"You better not! I would resurrect then re-kill your fucking father in front of you, if it meant being able to use my powers again."
You and Robert both found this hilarious, Chase was just like how Robert remembers and for you it was like having all the thoughts in your head come out. An unfiltered madman. Respect.
Blazer found this a little less funny however, as she criticizes his language with a minor "Jesus Chase.."
"Woow.."
"What? Obviously I'd let Robert have one last 'I love you' before I- I..I extinguish the light from his eyes."
"Damn old man, you're dark as hell."
"Was he always like this?"
Yes, actually."
"We joke, we laugh, we suppress our trauma."
"Amen bro."
Alright, enough of this feeling shit, lets get you both introduced to the team of losers- uh- you want the-."
"The loser?" You cut in.
"The loser," he affirms back at you, "to see the other losers?"
Blazer thought for a moment before nodding her head, which took you and Chase off guard the most. Robert was thinking along the lines of Blazers thinking, you had proven both that you could be trusted but also that you had no ill intentions on hurting innocent people. Since InvisiGal had already seemed to be rather...informed..wouldn't hurt if you were to. You and Chase however saw it as a more...privacy violation. None of the other ex-villains got to see each other's real identities, and to be honest, it felt inappropriate.

"You sure?" You had both asked.
"Yes, (Y/n) is a good ally, and as our new ally, as more important as someone I have known for years, I don't have any reason to believe they are not able to keep these things confidential. Right?"
"I'm the last person who would wanna be a rat, I mean, a rat is only asking for a rat to rat on him, I'd rather keep my own privacy...I say as I am about to see other peoples private stuff."
"Hmph. Feels more like a double standard.." Chase chimed in, but once he looked back over to you, he felt his resolve weaken, "But getting you prepared to meet them wouldn't be bad I suppose. Just don't tell anyone I helped you if they come asking."
"Lips are sealed Chase." He nods at you, "Thanks (Y/n), now, lets get you two prepped."

You four were now standing, Chase logging in first and then moving for Robert to sit in front of a small TV screen- similar to the ones  used for the dispatchers. After Chase logged in, you were all brought to a screen that held the main title of SDN in the center, with 9 file boxes lined up below it. "Hmm.."
"Now, if I'm being honest, I thought, and still think we shoulda canned these tunas months ago."
"Gee thanks."
"Well, you might get your wish. If we don't see improvements soon, the whole program could be scrapped."
"...wait what-"
"Cool. No pressure."
"Yeah no fucking kidding."
"(Y/n), if the Phoenix Program fails, I wouldn't let you get sent off."
"You say that..." Muttering under your breath and gazing away from her.

You had just taken the biggest dive of your life getting involved into this project, it didn't help that you were caught of course, but you would have gotten away somehow, you always did. Then again, third times the charm. Another thing, you really liked your small life in this city, starting all over- and with a cat added to the list- well, it wasn't optimal for you.
Robert clicked on the first file, farthest to the left. When the image popped up, you were not expecting to see a man, yes man, but with the head of a bat, and the image of a large werewolf-esc creature behind him, but as a bat, a werebat. He had on a somewhat navy blue shaded suit top on with a red tie, black pants to accompany it and really completes the whole trader bro's aesthetic he has going on.

"Sona here was a Harvad graduate who-"
"Who will not shut the fuck up about being a Harvard graduate, like all Harvard graduates."
"Yeeaah, I was just about to say, the shitty ego dick riding is just nature to em'."
"Couldn't be more right (Y/n)."
"Anyways- he also orchestrated some of the most effective Silicon Valley investment frauds in U.S. History. Also..."
"Also sometimes he transforms into a fucking bat monster that would eat you ass first after he emptied your pension plan."
"Hmm...surprised most of his crimes are non physical related."
"He isn't much of the type to do all that, even if he turns into a blood sucking  giant."
"Hm."

Robert moved on to the next left file, which displayed Flambae..

"Ugh not this asshole again! I am so tired of him!"
"Ya'll'v met?"
"We basically beat his ass!"
"We?" Robert turned in his chair to face you, you who was directly behind him, which meant you and him were face to face, legs only inches apart.
"Well, me, I am the one who threw alcohol on him after all."
"You what!?"
You whiplash your head to see Blazers angry face, "So that's why you were kicked out. (Y/n)-"
"HE STARTED IT!" You pointed accusingly at Flambae's sassy picture staring at you.
"...We will speak about this later. Now, Flambae-"
"Controls the Fire and The Flame, and his Skin Does Not Burn." Robert finishes with sarcasm.
"Not burn my asshole."
"Right, you met him, didn't you have a run in with him a couple years back?"
"I did, yeah."
"So you know he's a certifiable dickhead."
"I was gonna go with douche caboose."
"Not far off either."

"InvisiGal, who you both met. Turned herself in a few months ago and entered the program on the condition that we didn't ask questions."
"That's a little suspicious, no?"
"Not at all Robert, not at all." You replied, with no sarcasm at all- wink wink.
Suspicious? Really? Of a criminal that turns invisible and doesn't like to answer questions? What tipped you off sherlock?"
"Lets practice thinking before we speak Robster."
"Okay okay, I get it you two, and don't call me that."

"Here we have Coupe. Which I recently learned is a French ballet term that means, 'to cut'. Hence the knives."
"That's very clever." "Okay, calm down Robert, no need to gush." "Shut uup." "Nu uh-"
"Yeah but it sounds dumb to say, so everybody calls her 'Coop'. She was an assassin for the mob then went independent."
"She was with Flambae the night at the bar, along with the other guy. Wonder what sorta history they've got together."
"Sometimes criminals will pair up if they answer to the same call, could be something like that." Chimed Blazer to your curiosity. "Criminals are given jobs?" 
"Oh yes, hmm..I guess you wouldn't know about that since you never really did take the criminal route."
"Not unless you count forgery to keep my identity private!"
"...you know I count that (Y/n).."
"Awe..barnacles.."
Cue both Chase and Robert to stifle their impending laughs, what was wrong with you?

"Punch Up."
"Carnival strong man who made a deal with a sorceress. She gave him the strength of ten men, his muscles grew, but his body shrunk."
"He's got all the charm and brains of a greasy bowling ball."
"Why you gotta diss greasy bowling balls bro."
"Why do you always have to say dumb shit?"
"....touche."

"Malevola- terryfing." "I think you mean sexy." "I do not, (Y/n)." "Don't be jealous babes, I think both you girls are-" "I am not going to let you finish that." "Okay okay..."
"Anyways, she's got a magic sword and she creates portals that allow her to teleport."
"And somehow she's still late for every fucking meeting."
"Yeah- I'm pretty sure she does that on purpose."
"Who doesn't love a good ragebaiter."

"That's Golem. He is a construct."
"A construct?"
"Yeah, a bunch of dirt and mud all made sentient with magic...I think he's lonely.."
"Who the hell made him.."
"We don't know."
...that was it? Seriously?
"Bruh."
"What!? He's like...I don't know..old?"
"...old like thousands of years old or old like Chase?"
"Excuse me!"
You feel a hand karate chop your lower back at your words, causing your body to flinch back into Blazers arms, caught in her hold as you three stand there. Chase visibly though not deeply upset at you, Blazer giving you a shake of her head, and you laughing at your own joke.

Robert looked at you with a softly placed smile, despite your background, the one he had put together in his own time, you seemed to mix in perfectly well with heroes. Save for your distrust and paranoia towards most of them, but with Blazer and Chase, you seemed almost like a family member he simply hadn't seen in a while. You felt..right..with the rest of them, like it was a piece to the puzzle that I didn't even realize was missing a piece. Call it cliche, call it soft and girly, but it felt right thinking to himself, if only he knew how much the others would agree.

The four of you continued:

"Prism. Michigan born and raised. Her power is weird, she weaponizes light rays or some shit. Lot of this stuff is a guess."
"I can relate, despite the many times to try and understand my own ability, it will forever remain a mystery on how the hell I manage to summon and change the properties of my projections. Maybe one day we'll have that answer."
"Why does she dress like a pop star?"
"She's actually super talented."
"Hrmmmmm...I may have heard of her before actually..."
"Really?" The three of them turn to you in shock.
"Yeah but not well, I remember words and tunes, not names and titles."
"Ah."

The last and final file was...of you. It had a picture of you standing there, a dome around your body as you were adorned in your hero outfit. How did they get this photo of you? You don't remember doing any of that?? The file held, not only this strangely well done doctored image of you looking badass, but it also had your name, age, height, abilities, birthplace, a few words to explain you and your background, and then the crimes chart:
- Assault and Battery
- Aggravated Assault
- Disturbance of the Peace
- Drug Possession
- Forgery
- Fraud
- Voluntary Manslaughter
- Murder in the First Degree
- Obstruction of Justice
- Robbery
- Shop Lifting
- Vandilism

List really did just go on.

"Damn kid, what the hell have you been doing?"
"Running away and defending myself against asshole heroes."
"Well maybe you oughta' defend a little more and murder a little less."
"...thanks Chase, I'll try and remember that next time.."

"Wait- so- uhm, the Z-Team, my- our team, me and (Y/n), they're Phoenix Program?"
"That is correct."
"Seems like it."
"Your own motley crew of dangerous fuck ups."
"We're not looking for miracles..."
"Buuuuuuut..." You started..
"...but we'd love one if we could get it. Chase, can you show him his desk, I'll get (Y/n) situated with the team."
"Can't I just stay and dispatch to..?"
"No." And since they all said it, you figured they meant it three fold. You sighed sadly, you hated socializing, plus, some of these assholes already knew you...in a less than positive light- it was gonna be so awkward...

You and Blonde Blazer left from Robert and Chase in the Records Room and deeper into the office building of the SDN Dispatch hub. You were feeling the rise of anxiety build up from the pit of your stomach and up to the base of your throat, you hated meeting new people, and not just as some worry that you won't know what to say, but a fear that they could potentially recognize you from...another time, becoming people like them. It may have been years since, but you still had so much blood lust for the people who caused your body to look the way it did, for killing the people you loved, for using you. It wasn't exactly a long shot when it come to villains, Coupe was an assassin, she would be the more likely person to have ties into your past, maybe Invisigal too, she seemed a spy type, also likely to have ties. The bigger issue with Invisigal is that even if she did recognize you, she wouldn't say anything, in fact, she would be more likely to pretend she doesn't know you, get close, and relate to you. 

You needed to keep your walls up, literally and metaphorically. 

"Now (Y/n)-"
"HUH?"
"...Before we go inside and you meet everyone.."
You deadpan, you looked around to see how you were both now standing inside of a long hallway with around- eh- 4 rooms, all with doors and foggy windows to hide whatever team inside. For what reason? Who knew. You also couldn't hear anything from the inside, and assumed they couldn't hear you or Blazer either.
"(Y/n), it's up to you if you want them all to see...you..for you, or if you would rather just keep yourself covered and go by a code name. No pressure, but it needs to be a decision...now."
".......Might as well let em see the real me, its gonna happen eventually and...and well we are here for redemption, if I have any qualms with anyone- they should know I'm also willing to apologize straight up.."
".......I will never understand why you didn't take this chance sooner."
"Oh because I liked fucking with you."
"WHAT!?"
"Kidding Kidding, don't get your power jewel in a twist."
"Ugh, (Y/n), knowing you, I literally can't tell if you even mean that or not."
"The world may never know Blazer."
"(Y/nnn)..."
"Can we get this over with?"
"Oh- yes! Lets go!"

The door opened with minimal sound coming from it, most of it was numerous voices talking at once before they were all hushed in response to the door being opened and their discussions no longer confidential to them. Blonde Blazer stepping in only made the feeling of the room sour, despite being the path to heroism, they still had grudge residue from having their shit rocked. And then you entered the room, three pairs of eyes raised in response to your familiar figure walking in, already having interacted with you that one infamous bar night. Another set of eyes lay upon you as well, but with a mixture of being enamored, motivated...and turned on, the suit that you wore was both stylish, baggy, but also very exposing of your waist. Yummy.

"Hellow everybody, I am sure you're all wondering what is going on?"
"..."
"Or not." You broke the silence, arms crossing over your chest with a bored expression. It felt like those times when you're forced to stand and introduce yourself in front of the class.
"(Y/n), maybe you would like to introduce yourself first?"
"..Uhhhhh..." the pressure built up as each of their gazes turned to anticipation, one question pinned in the front of their minds- well- that and what the fuck you were doing here- but just who were you?"
"...fine..okay. So, hi? I'm (Y/n), I'm 26, uhhh...I have a cat named Crack?"
A few snickers, mainly from the Bat Man, went around the room, Blazer seemed less than happy with the name choice, despite hers and everyone's misconception about why you would name a cat something like that.
"uhmmm...what else, I guess I should state that I am glad to meet you all. I hope that, despite past issues I may have with some of you- whether you deserved it or not- we can be good friends." This particular jab only really affected the one person in the room you in fact did not want to be friends with; Flamebae. He glared at you, eyebrows still singed, and fists curled up in his lap while he sat slouching back in one of the metal chairs. "Seriously? Seriously?? This is the best you could add to our team?" The infamous Fire wielder spoke up. "They aren't even a real villain, let alone a criminal, they're just some- some scared runaway kid."
"...I'm 26.."
"That doesn't help you at all."
"So what, you fuckers be old shits then?"

"UH- No!" A woman with pink and blue hair spoke up, waving her finger in front of her face. She had on a pretty dark shaded visor, but if you looked hard enough you would be able to see her eyes, like her dark shaded visor, she had on dark shaded makeup, and dark clothing- save for her boots, gloves, and the golden accessories. "I am not OLD! No Sir." "Apologies, that was more so meant for the big pile of flaming shit in the back."
"I will burn the shit out of you bitch!"
"Feeling froggy? Leap."
Feeling the tension between you and the Flambae, Blazer decided to stand between the two of you with a disarming arm held at Flambae's and you bodies, keeping you apart despite the already large gape between the two of you.
"That's enough you two, (Y/n), you said yourself you were here to redeem yourself and apologize for past mistakes. That starts right now, so, apologize."
"...wait-...to HIM!?"
"eugh- YES (Y/n), to Flambae."
"................only if he does it too."
"Childish bitch."
"I will separate the heart you have from your arteries you flaming chuckle fuck."
"...."
"(Y/n), Flambae. Apologize." Two golden eyes shine brightly, and dangerously at the childish behaviors you both exhibitied, met with the intense rage filled expression of one of the strongest, and henceforth one of the most deadly individuals on the planet, you both exchanged that apology quickly.
"Alright, I have to go now, heroes, always so busy," the glowing aura of an angry god disappeared from her entirely, "Please behave with each other, and on patrol. I believe in you all!" She held up two bouncing thumbs up as she walked out of the room backwards, turning to face forward fully once actually exiting the room. Now it was just the nine of you, alone....fuck the tension was way too much for you right now, 'SOMEONE PLEASE SAY SOMETHINGGGGGG.'

"Sooooo, you're not a villain??" The red skinned yellow eyed demon lady spoke up, Malevola as you remember. She wore a very...eye capturing...white one piece with a pair of high rise jean shorts and black heels. She wore a confused expression as her tail curled to mimic a question mark to further elaberated her wonder. "By definition I am, by intent, nah, I didn't really do anything to anyone that was physically life threatening...well..unless they deserved it."
"Deserved it?"
"Bad doctors."
"...uhh."
"Anyways- next question?"
"When are you leaving?" Flambae (BRO I THINK IVE BEEN SPELLING HIS NAME WRONNNNGGGGGGAHHHHHHHHHH). 
"When its time for your mother to pick me up for our weekly hook up away from your dead beat dad."
"OHHHHHH!" Numerous members of the Z-Team yell out with laughter and surprise, they didn't realize you were chill like that, in fact, a lot of them found your quick retaliatory remarks attractive- especially the tired yet confident smirk you had after the fact.
"OH FUCK YOU!" A ball of fire came at you, for a guy meant to not indiscriminately attack people out of rage and embarrassment, this felt childish. Prism was first to yell and criticize him for his quick but thought lacking attack, everyone else yelled in relation to a feeling of worry and surprise, but also excitement to see how you would defend yourself. Catering to this, they were ecstatic to see the (F/c) dome that had appeared around you, keeping your body unharmed from the direct attack. The combs folded into each other in a column of ten before eventually down to one, and disappearing entirely. 
The (F/c) neon circles that encircled your iris were glowing a bright color as a response to your ability being used, and glowed through the smoke left over from Flambae's fire.

Chapter Text

- Previously with You -

"If ya need anything, call me- and that is ONLY for emergencies Kevin, like- you're dying or something, or being arrested, or-"

"I get it, Sanctuary, thanks...really, thank you."

"Stay focused Kevin, you've got this."

"Thank you, Sanctuary.." Maya said to you, soft smile on her face as she resists to say your true name.

"You have a good day ma'am. Don't be afraid to contact the SDN for any further issues!"

And in every true hero fashion, you had left as soon as you had appeared.

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- Present: Back at the SDN Presinct -

Robert: "Well done (Y/n), you got the wallet back..but...what about the kid?"
You: "Don't worry, I...convinced...the guy who was robbed that pressing charges when all his shit was returned would only be more expensive. So, yeah, I win."
Robert: "Hm, I see. Alright, well, return to HQ."
You: "On it!"

You felt really good after helping that kid out, maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, but you felt a genuine calling to whatever the hell you just did...had you really been so desensitized to evil that you can't fathom being a decent person? That was a question for your therapist, aka, your cat.
Anyway, it was a relaxing hover ride back to the SDN, instead of standing on your little pad, you decided that by making a hover bed it was much better on your back. It ended much too soon for your satisfaction when you did manage to return back to the base, with only a few minutes to spare before some of the others had joined you from their own missions ending, namely: Sonar, Malevola, and Punch Up.
Grabbing a cup of water, and having your helmet rested underneath your right arm, it was quiet before two voices progressively got louder from behind you, shadows getting larger as they come to the entrance of the doors blurry glass window. Sonar and Malevola were the ones who first arrived, both of them coming through the door one at a time while talking about their finished missions, right before their sights are set on you. The Newbie- or as Sonar liked to remember you, the 'I like your face' guy.

"Well heyyyy there buddy! We never got to have that conversation about my face!"
"Sonar, leave the poor thing alone."
They both sat at the table you inhabited, despite Malevola's request to leave you be, neither had actually made the attempt to leave the room, let alone their vicinity of sight. So you, Malevola, and Sonar sat there and talked..
"So when you said you 'liked my face'-"
"Oh my god Sonar, let it go!"
"HEY! I deserve to know how handsome I am by someone that isn't me!"
"Sonar, please, just drop it."
"Ugh- fine- whatever."
"...it's because I find bats cool." The two demi/semi/non-humans(?) looked at you with wide eyes, you seemed so opposed to opening up, but maybe that last job with the kid did something to you. And it sure did, you felt...like...really good about yourself, which was weird, because that only made you want to hate yourself harder. 'Ah depression, everyday is another day when you fuck me up the ass.'
"Anyways, I don't think saying something like that is weird...right? I mean, it came out weird, but that's because I'm bad at talking to people.."
"Obviously." It was Malevola who teased you, her impish tail dragging itself across your arm in comfort or..with some other intention before it lightly flicked your nose. You took it as comfort.
"What do you mean?" "Well, you seem more honest than most if not anyone I have ever met, why?" "...what purpose would there be in lying about how cool bats are?" "You know that isn't what I mean (Y/n)." "...Is not?"
Both Sonar and Malevola laughed at you, from the oblivious nature regarding the effects you have with the things you say, as well as the lack of putting the pieces together on why- aka- your obliviousness to you being oblivious.
"Anyways, are you guys...like...content with life?.......How..are you?"
"Jesus Christ, could you be any more awkward." Punch Up interjected at you.
"Yes.." you answered back dejectedly, there were so many levels to how bad you were at simply being.

When you had all finished talking, and overall replenishing yourselves, you were about to be up and out the door- but not before Sonar attempted to invite you out to experience more of his 'good looks'. To which you decline, and Malevola quickly pulls him away from you so you could escape his ego.

Resuming your patrol, you decided that instead of walking all over the place, you would station yourself high upon a light post, one that was high upon a hill that oversaw the entire city. You breathed in deeply...and listened to the comms as you watched the city life below you go by, watching people going back and forth absent minded of most thoughts besides noting peoples odd habits.
Some people didn't notice your bird-like nature of just...watching, some did, and some loudly questioned you, but you only had to pop an SDN logo on the outer helmet screen for people to go away.
After a while, your presence was just...normalized? In the span of no less than an hour, you were already treated as one of life's many mundane events blending into the background as another one of its background noise.
Even if you didn't technically make any noise.



"Helping people is kinda nice...when you're being paid for it." Of course she would say that, and she wasn't entirely wrong...were you getting paid for this???
"Can I get eyes down here please?"
What did that mean? Well from what you figured 'eyes' meant, you assumed she wanted someone to watch her from within the business, which meant cameras.
Look at you, so smart.
You also realized that, for whatever reason, you were still connected to their call.

Invisigal: "I didn't do this."
Robert: "Right, I feel like you've said that a lot in your life. What happened?"
Invisigal: "This is how I found the place," she sounded out of breath, "the old guy, who I assume is Granny, was laying here when I walked in."
You: "Want some backup?"
Invisigal and Robert: "(Y/n)?"
You: "Yeaa?"
Invisigal: "Hm, no, I'm fine, but hey, what's your favorite donut?"
You: "Wha-"
Robert: "Can you just focus? What, you got ADHD or something?"
Invisigal: "Yes fucker, is it that obvious."
You: "Painfully so."
Invisigal: "Well then, answer the question (Y/n). I don't wanna sit here and fixate on it when we're supposed to be doin'..superhero..shit."
You: "Eh, I'm pretty boring, I like (F/D/f).."
Invisigal: "So you're more vanilla, alright, I can work with that very nicely~"
Robert: "What the fuck Invisigal."
You: "Yep, you got me, I hate BDSM and I only seek sexual exploration in a barest, if not blandest of 'kinks'."

....despite your sarcasm, the two on the line other lines were frozen in place. Robert felt pity for you as Invisigal poked at you while you continuously hated it. He also felt a twinge of embarrassment for the way you said 'barest', and how hot he found your voice when you're sarcastic.
 Invisigal felt a sense of excitement as you played back and forth. In her mind, why would you keep going with her if you didn't want to see where the two of you could really go? If you were going to play, she was gonna play harder.



You were just thankful no one else at this time were on the comms you three were on....

You: "...So you two wanna address the body in the room or..?"
Invisigal and Robert: "Oh..yyeah!"

Robert: "What're you doing? You gonna poke him with a stick? Check his pulse."
Invisigal: "Granny's alive. Thank Christ. I don't want to have to lip this guy. So, can I go now?"
You: "You cannot be serious..."
Robert: "No. This isn't a wellness check, it's a B&E. Let's figure out the if the perp is still there."
Invisigal: "Perp, B&E?"
You: "I like your funny words magic man."
Invisigal: "Like, okay Lieutenant...fuck I can't think of a character from a cop show.."
Robert: "Cool. Well why don't you stay put and work on that while I get another camera up online."
You; "Wan't me to make my way over in case?"
Invisigal: "No-"
Robert: "Sounds good, (Y/n), please assist Invisigal at her location."
You: "On it Robertson Robertsman!"
Robert: "(Y/n) please...enough with the names."
You: "I'll think about it."

You jump from the post you had nested on for so long and began sprinting down multiple streets  to try and make it over to Invisigal before anything could go off, in a bad way. Cutting through alleyways and even managing to get onto the roofs with the help of an overflowing dumpster...which was..rancid. You made sure to note the health code violations happening over there.

Invisigal: "Dan..? Lieutenant Dan? Is that'a thing?"
Robert: "Yes, I am the legless Vietnam vet from Forest Gump. Sick Burn."
You: "Might as well be a vet category if you remember Forest Gump."
Robert: "How do you not know Forest Gump?"
You: "Because I'm not old?"
Robert: "....just get there as fast as you can..."

Invisigal: "You gonna get those cameras on? What's taking so long? You sleeping or something? Or are you just bad at your job?"
You: "C'mon Visi, give the poor ass a break."
Invisigal: "Visi? Awe, giving me a nickname already?"
You: "I'm not going to say Invisigal, every time, plus it reminds me of invisaliner, the one thing in life I can always live without."
Invisigal: "....right."
Robert: "What have we got here.."
Invisigal: "Perp, B&E, who are you Lieutenant Dan?" She laughed at her own joke.
Robert: "Shut up, you're not alone!"
You: "What?"

Robert: "He's coming your way, armed, you need to disappear."
Invisigal: "Why are you whispering you idiot? You're in my ear."
Robert: "Go now!"
You: "I'm almost there!"

From Invisigal's ear piece you could hear the loud crash of a door against the wall, and an angry grunt from the intruder, you assumed, to go with it. His loud foot steps clogged the other end of Invisigal's line, while heavy breathes and your own thundering footsteps filled up the rest of the space around you. Loud banging and crashing rang out through your ear, making you flinch forward to try and go faster, 'JESUS FUCK, WHAT WAS THAT!?'

Invisigal: "Goddamnit, this bitch is a gusher.."
Robert: "Invisigal, he's still armed."

Invisigal: "I got this Lieutenant Dan- Nevermind!"

You could only groan in anguish as you were stuck listening as the situation progressed. On the other side, after Invisigal had grabbed a plate of donuts and hit the armed suspect, who, in return for this assault, blasted the donut holder in her hands, the sparkling sound of the ray cracked in the headpiece. Right now sadly, you were still in the cool down stage as you barreled yourself past fences and houses alike in the area, but you could feel the build up of power surge through you. The sound of rough fighting continued:

Invisigal: "Got any more advice?"
Robert: "Disappear!"

From where you were, you were able to hear the distant echoes of blasters and breaking glass, meaning that you were right on top of them, only a couple of more blocks of running- and...and you could save her.

Robert: "Invisigal, just hold him off while I find a way to help! (Y/n) hurry! I'm going to try and use the overhead sprinklers to try and short out his blaster, but she needs you!"
You: "I'm on it! I'm going as fast as I can! I'm running short on fumes here! Invisigal, I'm coming!"
Invisigal: "If....only..it was- g!- in more preferable circumstances."
You: "NOW IS REALLY NOT THE TIME!"

You were contemplating whether to use your power now to get there faster, or build more of it up, right now the situation seemed too ambiguous to tell which was the better option, she was holding her own after all. Up until you hear the criminal yelp in pain, signally Invisigals one up on him, and Roberts quick skills to help support her. You were finally at the very end of the street the donut shop was on, and fuck you were tired, and parched, but that didn't stop you- hell- you ran while drinking.

With one last gulp of your water, you screwed the lid back on, and at that same moment you watched as the once pass out Granny, who was now up and awake, and operating a BLASTER, was able to shoot between your ally and the villain Poorly, might I add. Both the criminal responsible for all of this, and Invisigal, were revealed to have been on the floor and both were out of breath and injured- but alive most importantly.


"Granny, I don't think you know how to use that thing, so why don't you--" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Granny is fed up, damn. You stood at the doorway of the shop now, you were behind Granny and so far he hadn't noticed you, but your position was compromised to the villain, there was no advantage of surprise...at the moment. "WwwwWWwoaah Woah! I'm one of the good guys!" Invisigal retorted as the blaster was pointed at both her and the masked man. "You? Right...don't fuck with me, okay? Nobody FUCKS Granny. Nobody fucks with Granny!"
Your robotic and deepened voice cuts through the chaos, "Hey can vouch, she's chill- she needs to tone down unecassary blabbering but she's chill."
The blaster was then pointed in your direction, but you had no real reason to worry at Granny's actions. "And who are you supposed to be? Knock Off Draft Punk with a need to color code your uniqueness." "...Wow...I'm starting to wonder why a bag of farts is worth all the noise.." 

Robert: "(Y/n) please don't insult the victim."
You: "VICTIM!? HE HAS A DEATH RAY!"
Granny: "AND I AIN"T AFRAID TO USE IT!"
You: "GRANNY I WILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!!"
Robert: "Guys just stay calm!"
Invisigal: "Great fucking advice Lieutenant Dan."
Robert: "Okay, listen, you two need to disarm Granny before that thing blows his face off. It looks super unstable."
Invisigal: "Oh so your expert opinion is to attack the client? Fuck that. I did things your way and it turned to shit. I'm taking out the guy who's been trying to kill me."
You: "WHAT?!"
Robert: "That wasn't a suggestion! It's a direct--"

He didn't get his chance to finish when Invisigal decided to just tear out her earpiece and toss it to the ground, disappearing before any of you got a chance to do anything. The villain was suddenly punched by her invisible fists and thrown against the wall, you on the other hand, had managed to isolate Granny's weapon and force it away from his hand, the shield portion around the weapon may have been hard, but for Granny's skin, it went right through. It was trippy- and no weapon, they did not go through his hand.
The weapon was lifted upwards, meaning you had to catch Granny, but it turned into having to form a wall in front of him instead. Protecting him from the incoming blast of the perps own death ray heading right for the two of you. This was actually the less of your worries, even if you felt a horrible pain in your gut as the wall cracked, but it was actually Granny's weapon had been too unstable, and too powerful, for even your shields to handle. When the weapon had finally reached its boiling point, you and everyone else in the building flew away with its blast.

Robert: "(Y/N)! INVISIGAL! HEY! ARE YOU OKAY? COME IN!"
Invisigal: Despite her airy coughs, she responds as fast as she can, "I'm fine...but...Granny.."
Granny: "Eugh..."
You: "He could be better, but the blast got his arm bad...Robert...and, honestly....not doing so..great..mself..."

Invisigal & Robert: "(Y/N)!!"

It went black for you for what felt like only a few seconds, but it turned out to have been a good couple of minutes. You had terrible internal building, and even a sprained wrist, but otherwise you were fine, as was said by one of the EMT's that now surrounded the building, along with police officers. You were healed up in no time by one of the registered heroes with designated healing abilities, Mercy or something along those lines.
 Invisigal was talking- or rather arguing with said cops, but smiled widely when she noticed that you were awake and aware now, ignoring the officers please for her to stop. She disappeared and ran around him, only reappearing when she was at your side, or rather, she was on your lap. Two arms wrapped around your neck as your own rushed to grab her waist to prevent her from falling, an instinct naturally.
"I'm so glad you're okay."
Despite the close and uncomfortable closeness between your two faces, the softness of her voice was enough to just make you sigh and fully embrace her shrinking figure as she caved into you. "Look, Visi, I'm fine- however you're a bit too old to be held like this so maybe I can have my thighs blood circulation back?"
"Heh, right right." She hopped off of you and helped you get to a bus stop bench, hoping you could just catch a ride back to base instead of expelling any more energy. You were both able to make it back to SDN in the end, and you were led to the break room with snacks, a vending machine and a sink for water- just what you needed. What you didn't need was Visi turning invisible just she could scare Robert while you distracting him with your presence, he looked at Visi annoyed before turning to you with two crushed Twinkies in his hand. "Oh...wow..nice twinks."
He looked away from you and to Invisigal.
"What kind of superhero flinches?"
Robert only walked away with a pissed and dismissive look on his face to sit down at the nearby table in the room with them. Fed up with her for every right reason.
"...I didn't say what hero. Chill."
"Visi...c'mon." You sat with Robert, which he smiled at, and you were joined by Vis-  Invisigal, which he frowned at. There you all were, sitting together while Sonar stood at the counter near the sink, sending you a cheeky smile and wave, you sent back a sweet little birdy.

"If you had people trying to kill you for the past 15 years, you'd be jumpy too." You and Invisigal looked at each other. "No offense, Robert, but maybe we aren't the best people to say that to." "Seriously, what makes you think our- or rather- my life hasn't been any different? You think growing up surrounded by a buncha' shitbag villains, I didn't need to watch my back?"
"I can't just disappear, okay? I actually have to face my problems." Welp, that was a big mistake on his part, you could only sip your water slowly as the situation between the two boiled.
"What the fuck."
"You can't just go around--"
"AAAUGHH!" You watch as Robert flinches when Sonar screams. You seemed to be able to just ignore it, which seems to be harder for some than others. "OW! Why does he keep screaming?" "His name's Sonar." As if that explained anything. "Yeah, I know what Sonar means." Cue a burp from Sonar himself,
"What's up."
"Then why are you asking why he keeps screaming?"
"UH- she was just explaining your uhm--you know what- nevermind. Good shift."
"This guy is weird." "Agreed." You chimed in.
"What, (Y/n)-?" "Robert, you're upset at Visi-" "VISI??" "Invisigal-" "I like it when you call me Visi.."

"Invisigal. You're mad at her because she disobeyed, but we are in public, try and keep a level head when reprimanding her dumbass." "What!? I thought you were on my side?!"
"I don't take anyone's side but my own."
"Look, Robert," Visi cut in, "i actually just came by to celebrate the mission going well. Didn't mean to interrupt your little snack. Whaddayou need it pre-chewed like a little baby bird bitch?"
"Jesus fuck Visi.."
"Look at me, you disobeyed a direct order. How can you think it went well? You trashed the place, the suspect got away, you got the client AND (Y/n) injured. I don't think when he called us, he thought he'd be ending the day wanking it leftie cause you turned his other arm into a pork rind."
"Well Granny did-"
"Granny would be fine if Granny didn't pick that fuckin' thing up in the first place. He's just some dumbass trying to be a hero- and don't fucking say it- I know where you're going-"
"Well you could ha-"
"The fact of the matter is that shit didn't need to happen. We could have had an outcome where the client doesn't get fried, and we get the perp, if you had just fucking listened to me. You ask for help, then I..." a sudden sizzle interrupts their argument, one you stopped trying to throw reason and nuance into.
"What now?"
Turns out Sonar had his own (or it was the offices but it seemed to fancy) coffee bean blender, and it was...loud...and very much a method to make the situation worse. Robert opted to speak over it, "I make the calls. Not you." 
"Here's some advice. You're right at home behind that desk because you're no hero. You were a nerd playing a video game in a suit your daddy built. Now you're a twitchy little bitch turtle without its shell. A real hero puts their ass on the line. A real hero can't just press a button to make their problems disappear."
"The suit isn't what made me a superhero, it was how I did my fucking job that made me Mecha Man. Based on what I saw today, you wouldn't last a day as Mecha Man, cause there isn't a mech suit in the universe that'll keep you from being a selfish' fuckin' asshole."

The room may not have been silent, but it sure as hell went stiff after Robert said all of that, causes Visi to stand erected, kick the chair she sat on behind her, and storm out of the break room invisible. Robert and you sat there, "...I did the right thing."
"You're both so dumb.."
"(Y/n) don-"
"No no no, you listen to me. You two motherfuckers need to start acting like adults because right now you both sound immature as fuck!" You slammed your fist against the table, "Invisigal may have disobeyed a direct order, and she may have done some stupid shit, but that does not mean you get to say those things to her. At the same time, she has a lot of shit she need to sort out herself, not because she doesn't want to, but because she doesn't know where to fucking start. So sit here and think about what you've done, I'm going to go and talk to her."
Though you didn't have to travel far, once you were out the door the invisible form of Invisigal was looking after your disappearing body, following after you, wanting to hear what you had to say.

"(Y/n)!" You stopped in your tracks before turning to face Invisigal, "You never left did you?" "Nope." She popped out her P, hands moving behind her while she bounced on her heels towards you, a smile on her face. "You defended me." "Yeah, well now I am here to attack you, because what the fuck!?" Her eyes rolled heavily, only making you even more annoyed, "You can't risk people's lives like that, a team needs to follow the same plan, otherwise people get hurt!" "Well his plan was going to get people hurt!" "I was right there Visi! I could have handled the villain!" "I was closer!" "I HAVE BETTER RANGED ATT- Okay you know what look. The main reason I came after you was to let you know that, a, you and Robert need to stay apart for a while, as much as you anyways, or at the very least ACT okay?"
"And why would I do that?"
"Because you're BOTH GETTING ON MY FUCKING NERVES!!! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, OR I WILL FUCKING MAKE YOU TWO-"

- Blonde Blazers Office -

"Wwwhat happened to your nose?"
"Hm?" You looked at Blonde Blazer nonchalantly, both Chase and Robert at either of your sides, looking at you like you were just on the edge of exposing Invisigal- but you weren't gonna budge, their stares had nothing compared to solitary confinement.
"Here we go."
"You have a tissue hanging from your nose, (Y/n). I was trying to ignore it, but that became impossible when it started soaking in blood."
"..I don't know. I just sorta bumped my head...I guess." Neither Chase or Robert seemed thrilled about your poorly told lie. "Rrright...when I think of someone bumping their head, it's the back of their head. Your nose, your bloody nose, is the same place as your eyes- which is on your face." "Which is connected to my head." "..........."
"Alright, well we're actually here to assess Robert's first shift, and aside from...whatever happened between those two, I thought it was pretty good."
"What-!"
"Told you Robbie." "You're a natural, Robert."
"I was watching on the monitor. The work you did dispatching, I don't think the Z-Team has ever had a better shift than that, and (Y/n)'s presence seems to be a good neutral factor in everything."
"We might just need to confront the fact that it might be the best they can do. Especially the way the Granny thing went ."
"Yeah now, the Granny situation, that wasn't ideal-"
"It was fuckin' bullshit-"
"BUT- I've seen so much worse with Invisigal."
"Lets be real- she isn't gonna make it."
'So much for redemption.' You side eyed over to Chase who hadn't seemed to notice.
"She's difficult to work with, sure, but I see a lot of promise in her. Really, even the other Z-Team members respect her."
"They're afraid of her-" Chase corrected.
"Look," you chimed in, "As much as she pisses me the fuck off, she ain't bad as a hero, she just...doesn't see it the way we do, she see's her own way and she thinks it's better and goes with it. Not saying it is right, but after years of living with what her gut has been telling her to do her whole life, using it to survive one day longer in this shit hole life...maybe we could cut her some slack?"
Robert could only look at you with disbelief, "The perp got away, how is that an acceptable outcome?"
"Eh shit happens."
"No offense Robert but I've gotten away on numerous occasions."
"By pure luck." You glared at Blazer, "You and me both know....that that's absolutely true-....fuck.." You deflate in your seat.
"Look, Robert, you should be proud. The bar is very low with this group.."
"Oof.."
"Well, it's not low for me. Look, I like to make a joke, and keep things light as much as the next person, but when it comes to work, I'm not fucking around here. If you want the Phoenix Program to survive the bar needs to go up."
"...I hate when you make sense Robert. Fuck, they ain't gonna like it, but tough love is still love, it's just..tough."
"So, how would you raise the bar?" Blazer looked to the two of you, Robert and you.
"By treating the Z-Team like what they all are. A bunch of villains. And leading a super-villain team takes a different approach than a super-hero team. I need to be around them. I need them to see that I'm all in, and they need to match that energy."
"Like what (Y/n) said, some tough love."
"The only kind I know. And based off what I've seen, the only kind they'll respond to from me- but (Y/n).."
"Hm?"
"You are one of them..in a way, you may be better off helping them gain a sense of emotional maturity, while I strengthen their resolve." "So good cop, and mildly bad but overall harsh therapeutic cop?" "....suure?" Robert sighs, "I'm not saying everyone will make it with the two of us here, they won't. And I'm not saying it won't get spicy, it will. But when it does, I also need you to trust us to handle it. I don't want you stepping in . They need to respect me- even if I don't have powers."

Robert spoke calmly and confidently to both Chase and Blonde Blazer, and you felt pretty honored to be a part of his speech as someone already on his side, despite that you had yelled at him early and defended Visi. You all looked at each other, mainly Chase and Blazer looked at each other. When her electric blue eyes fall back to you and Robert, her smile grows in that same gentle and warmth filled smile you loved. "Okay," she agreed, "We'll do it your way. Monday we'll get them in a room and introduce them to their new super-villain leader and his right hand."
"Pft- he's the right hand."
"I can't promise it'll work, I can only promise that I'll do my best."
"Ha-! No fuckin' way it's gonna work. but it'll be way more fun to watch."
"Yee of little faith Chase."
"Chase, some optimism please?"
"You really think you can get through to them."
"I think it's more so that they're waiting for someone to get through to them, just no one has said it in a way that turns the tables on them. They want to be good, but why be good in a world filled with cycles of abuse? I mean, that's where my mind goes. Simple to say that "because doing good causes good" is an argument we have already had a thousand times with ourselves, and it isn't very strong. Robert.".
"Huh?"
"I think you're gonna be the one to find the one thing we can't beat out of ourselves."
"And what's that?"
"...Hope."
"....Goddamnit, alright- yeah, I also promise to do my best." You and Blazer smiled at Chase's answer, as the meeting concluded, you left with Robert to gather his things back at his desk. On the trip there, you see a tall and familiar figure scurrying around in Roberts cubicle in a state of busy work, was he cleaning something?
"Hey kid, what're you doing?"
"Y-yea- wha no--no! I didn't did this! It's uh..weird cause, yeah."
Wow, his computer was junked up with donut frosting and dough. Waterboy went on to describe how a lady, Invisigal by how he described her, came by twice, one time happily and the other angrily, all before he arrived to clean it off. The two of them went back and forth on who's job it was to clean the computer, but then it turned to Waterboy thanking the both of you for helping him earn a job and that he was going to be the one to do it. You liked his determination, but that outfit is not it.
"Pft, Robert is the one with all the brains and experience, I'm here for emotional support...or to have your anger taken out on me apparently-" "It's Friday so, I'm not even gonna ask-" Blazer appears suddenly behind you, she was not going to have a meeting just address something you weren't going to tell her. She walked over to the three of you and held a hand on your head with an expression of joy that, when you looked harder, seemed tainted with some other emotion. She looked at you and Robert, "You both heading out?" You both confirmed, bid your farewells to Waterboy, and left the SDN building.

"Hey- I want you to know, Robert, that us fixing your suit  is not contingent on you fixing the Z-Team, and your probation isn't directly linked to them either (Y/n), I wouldn't do that to either of you."
"That's good to know."
"I love having strings pulled for me." You laughed to yourself, and only did so harder when Blazer gave you a soft jab for being a smart ass at the wrong time.
But it was never the wrong time for you.
"Look, don't worry about that, I'm just really glad you're here.." You felt the hand from your shoulder, which was previously on your head, fell down your arm in a slow way, one that was long and painful. "We're glad to be here too,  right Robert?"
His eyes left Blazers hand before nodding, "Yeah, I'm really glad I'm here too."

A strange alien sound rings out around you three, confusing Robert, disappointing Blazer, and annoying you. "Actually, there is something I've been meaning to discuss with you- it- it's a little awkward to mention but-" "Phenomaman." "...Yes, thank you (Y/n), I was just getting to-" 

"Blonde Blazer." His commanding and extremely famous trademarked voice rang out. The two of them looked up to meet your gaze on the new hero who lands next to Blazer, "Are you ready to go?" And kisses her cheek, making Roberts eyes go wide, and your expression falter in its usually charismatic nature. Phenomaman looked to Robert, having already catalogued you, your presence was unimportant.
"Who is this? I thought I catalogued all of your work companions.......Hello (Y/n)." He spoke bluntly.
"Hey."
"Robert, this is my..boyfriend..Phenomaman.....This is a our new Dispatcher I was telling you about- Robert."
"The third Robert Robertson? Leader of the Phoenixes?" Why didn't you ever get a cool title? "Blonde Blazer has told me about you."
"Really- did she- uhm...say- I don't know- whatever came up in that talk?"
"She said thay you're a capable, honorable man that truly cares for others. Why are you so small?"
"You really need to stop it with the small commentary.." You groaned.
"The way Blazer spoke of him, as with you, made him sound impressive. I only seek to understand, I apologize. How..was his first day? Was his lack of size and stength, and (Y/n)'s fear of companionship and communication an issue?" Both you and Robert hated this guy right now, social skills being underdeveloped felt like less and less of a reason not to say something you may regret...
"No, (Y/n) was great, they were great- it was a great first day."
"That is phenomenal! We should celebrate! Blonde Blazer-" and this is when she really started to looked worried, shaking her head at us to beg we do not agree with going to a TOKYO restaurants, to eat sushi and other foods from a guy who DREAMS about it. She so fucking owed you.
Both you and Robert declined, and the two international heroes were off...Phenomamans speed was so great that by the time you walked to the bus station, they would probably be in Tokyo right now. Lucky bastards...

"So....wanna go get dinner?"
".........is it sushi from a guy in Tokyo who dreams about sushi?"
".....no..."
"............fine okay lets go."

- Bloody Hearts Diner -
! Mentions of smoking/handling Weed and acting under the affects of it !