Bad batch as a conversations I've had.
Hunter: "Tech, I hope you don't bully anyone on your datapad. "
Crosshair: "He only bullies me that I know of. "
Hunter: "Well that's alright."
Tech: "I send him hate mail."
Wrecker to Hunter: "Can we make a wig for Batcher out of your hair?"
Crosshair :"id rather spread misinformation then find out what is true"
Echo: "Your never gonna get into lawyer school like this!"
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For @cloneflo99 who suggested Crosshair + Wrecker + sweet for a fic prompt!
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“You’re gonna be okay, Cross,” Wrecker said, pressing a mug of hot chocolate into his hands. “Forget those regs.”
Crosshair sat hunched up on his bunk, shivering, still soaking wet after his long trip to the ‘fresher. He sniffed at the hot chocolate, his face slowly uncrumpling. “Where’d you get this?”
“Contraband,” Wrecker said proudly. “Stole the mix from one of the regs. That’ll show ‘em.”
Crosshair took a cautious sip after blowing on the surface. His eyes widened, and he managed a watery smile. “That’s — that’s really good, Wrecker.” He nodded beside him, gesturing to his bunk. “You… wanna split it?”
Wrecker grinned, plopping down next to his little brother and leaning into him. “Thought you’d never ask.”
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“You all right?” Crosshair asked, pulling up a seat beside Wrecker on the patio.
“I dunno,” Wrecker said, looking out at the ocean. It was all in blues and grays and blacks today, beneath a dull gray sky. Seemed right, somehow. He leaned forward, wiping his face with his hand and letting out a long breath.
It was always hard, those days he really let himself think about Tech.
“Got you something,” Crosshair said, setting something down on the table between them.
Wrecker blinked at him, then reached out and took the mug. “What is this?”
“Hot chocolate. Bought some off Phee.”
Wrecker took a sip. Chocolate, hot and rich and warm, delicious, soothing. Same as the best stuff the regs could get, years ago. Maybe even better, since his brother had got it for him.
“Thought you could use it,” Crosshair said quietly. He reached out, patting Wrecker on the shoulder.
Wrecker smiled a little. “Thanks, Cross.”
“Any time, Wrecker.”
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I saw a post (that I can’t find now haha) that was about Cross helping Omega get seashells to make necklaces and stuff and it hasn’t left my mind since
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Instagram | tips! (Extremely appreciated)
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The Bad Batch birder headcanons: Crosshair.
Crosshair’s not the first member of the Batch to get into birding. Tech enjoyed birding by ear tremendously, recording hundreds, thousands of different songs on his datapad. But Crosshair’s the first one to call himself a birder.
The ice vulture on Barton IV inspired him, and after he starts to heal and recover on Pabu, he starts noticing the different species all around the island. He uses Tech’s datapad to keep track of his life list, and gets intensely into the competitive aspects — though only with himself, as he’s his only competition. He strives to add to his list every year, meticulously keeping lists based on seasons and local patches, always seeking to do better than the year before. He can be an obnoxious little shit about it and Wrecker and Hunter tell him to knock it off sometimes.
He takes Omega out with him frequently, but makes Batcher stay home — she’s way too likely to scare off a shy species. Hunter comes with him sometimes when Crosshair’s in search of a particularly skulky species; he resents it a little when Hunter can sense a bird and he can’t see it yet, but he also knows sometimes, it’s the only way he’ll find it.
Crosshair also wears the ugliest possible hat he can find to shade his eyes. He loves it to pieces and it’s part of the fun for him. XD
More to follow!
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Crosshair then:
Crosshair now:
*gives the kid a gun*
*follows her through the halls*
*begs her for a plan*
*lets her take the lead*
Me, openly weeping on the couch at 4 am : ✨ character growth ✨
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