#( isaac: 003 )

[cyborg00-why]

Stumbled on these great, retro cyborg erasers! Surprisingly I think I have a few of Astro Boy that I always thought were vinyl that was breaking down lol

[sweatforged]

@isaacbrooks; prompt: training

some  of  the  godlings  in  camp  managed  to  avoid  each  &  every  opportunity  to  go  out  on  missions  with  him.  or  rather  xanthe  &  chiron  did,  for  which  silas  ...  didn't  thank  them.  one  of  these  people  was  isaac;  they  got  along  well,  they  trained  together  almost  every  day,  they  talked  &  they  plotted.  yet  he'd  been  denied  going  out  with  him  since  the  day  they  lost  sethan.  that  didn't  stop  him,  though  -  how  could  it?  silas  thrived  on  combat,  on  getting  knuckle  &  ankle  &  knee-deep  into  blood,  gore,  intestines  &  he  wasn't  going  to  let  anybody  stop  him.

isaac  ..saw  the  world  like  he  did,  kind  of.  no,  yeah  -  they  did.  he  did  what  had  to  be  done,  silas  did  too  &  it  helped  that  they  had  chemistry  beyond  the  battle  field  too.  but  today  he'd  called  him  for  exactly  that.  training.  silas  enjoyed  not  training  alone  sometimes  &  when  jesse  was  busy  or  when  he  really  wanted  to  work  on  his  close  combat  skills,  he  was  usuall  alone.  not  anymore.  he  liked  that.  he  really  did.  he  was  wearing  his  armor  when  he  waited  for  isaac  at  the  training  grounds.  wings  already  out  &  stretching  experimentally.  hammer  holstered  on  his  back,  though  he  didn't  think  he'd  need  it.

"over  here!"  getting  his  attention,  silas  let  his  wings  flap  -  no,  he  wasn't  bragging,  but  he  did  remember  the  last  time  he  had  them  out.  that'd  been....  enjoyable  to  say  the  least.  "ready  to  get  your  hands  dirty  an'  ass  kicked?"  he  was  kidding,  of  course.  maybe.

[nickitxrres]

closed starter for @isaacapatow

location: Nicki's Place

"Maldición jodido hijo te puta!" Nicki hissed, pulling the alcohol soaked rag from her side to see just how bad the laceration was. The motherfucker had cut her pretty good from her ribs in towards her belly button. Not deep enough to warrant stitches, according to Renee, but it still stung like a son of a bitch. Especially when she was cleaning it, like the good doc had told her to. She ground her teeth and applied the rag once again, biting down to muffle the groan as she waited until she was sure the area had been cleansed so she could apply to butterfly bandages to help seal it.

It took her a bit but she did it and now she was tired. The burn turned into a dull ache once she put her tank top back on and she was determined to relax on her couch, drink her rum and work on sharpening her machete and knife while some old movie played in the background that she had seen enough times to remember what happened. More for background noise than anything else. It would allow her to pass the time as she rested before her next big outing. Whenever the hell that was.

She was midway through cleaning her machete when she heard a knock at the door. Not many people came to see her. She could count one one hand the people that would be stopping by - Ike, Mayra, Ares. Maybe Zack but she wouldn't really count him. He was lobo for a reason. She pushed herself to her feet and opened the door, leaning against it and smirking as she recognized Ike's handsome face. "Well, if I had known you were going to stop by I would have cleaned up a bit," she said, stepping away and moving back into her place. Ike was very capable to close the door behind him. "Any word when you'll be able to get back out there, Papi? Gotta say Ares and Orion are great and all, but raiding with you is much more fun."

[emberapatow]

with: @isaacapatow where: laundromat

Ember wasn't quite sure what the etiquette in a situation like this was just yet, what she was supposed to do. If she should just give her dad some space and let him deal with it all of it, give him time to come to her, or if she should hover and make sure he would be okay in the end. (She didn't imagine he was quite right, even if he wouldn't admit it.)

So at first she didn't come looking for him, not right away at least - but she couldn't hold out too long, and eventually she went on a hunt for him. The fact that she didn't know much about where he usually spent his time made it harder for her to find him, but after a couple of tries, Ember found him in the laundromat, sitting on a bench, playing cards.

He was playing cards.

She leaned against the doorframe, watching him quietly for a few moments before she asked, "Can I join you?" And when he looked up, she couldn't help the words stumbling out of her, "Shit, your face. Have you put ice onto it?"

[reneebrxndxn]

Upstairs Storage Closet - Redwood Prom

where Ike and Renee get trapped in the supply closet together, they "talk" which goes as well as one would expect and Nicki saves the day.... @isaacapatow

ike apatow

Did they send you too? -Ike pauses inside the room, jam-crowded with a bunch of jars of preserves and linens and a stack of the plastic containers that they'd raided from a dollar store, so much stuff that he has to close the door to even fit inside- If you've got this covered, I can go. I'm sure they don't need two people finding the dandelion wine.

Renee Brandon

-Renee was unaware that Ike had been in the storage closet until she walked in.- No, I was coming up here to grab extra napkins. It looks like someone spilled some punch. But yeah, I can grab the wine if you want to go back.

ike apatow

Fine. -he goes to the door, some plastic tub lids tucked under his arm, but the lock won't budge- The fuck... -there's high-pitched giggling from outside, but then the giggles quickly disappear before Ike even has time to protest- Seriously? That better not have been your kids.

Renee Brandon

-Renee doesn't say anything at first, letting him walk past her to the door. She starts to grab the napkins but stops when she hears him swear which makes her stop- What better not be my kids?

ike apatow

Who just locked us in here, Renee.

Renee Brandon

-her face falls a bit- Please tell me you're joking.

ike apatow

-he scowls at her, the expression clear: would i joke about this? - and folds his arms, leaning against the wall with one foot kicked back- Somebody's bound to come along soon, at least.

Renee Brandon

-he head falls and she rubs her hand down her face.- Great.... -She gathers the supplies in a box and sets it down before sitting on a chair and takes off her heels- Yeah, you're probably right.

ike apatow

-he watches her, impassively, not saying anything for a while before asking- Is there anything to drink?

Renee Brandon

-With her not being his favorite person she figures she'd keep quiet instead of striking up a conversation. So it comes as a surprise when he asks her a question- ummm.... -She looks at the shelves and nods- There's some shub, some juice and some water and Kool aid packets if you want some punch

ike apatow

Water's fine.

Renee Brandon

-She nods and grabs a bottle of water to pass to him. As she hands it to him she glances up at his head.- Your head looks like it's healing up nicely.

ike apatow

Yeah, it is. I had enough people nagging me about keeping it uncovered and tending to it, I guess, to keep me from fucking up. -nurses some of the water, not really drinking it- I still smell it, though.

Renee Brandon

-She nods as she sits back down- That's good. -She considers opening one of the bottles of wine when he adds to his statement- Smell it? How so?

ike apatow

The burning. From when you seared it shut.

Renee Brandon

-She feels a mixture of relief that it wasn't rotting but guilt at the same time- I'm sorry about that..... I had to get the bleeding to stop fast before you lost too much.

ike apatow

I'm not criticizing you for doing it. I'm just saying. -rolls the bottle in his hands, gusting out a sigh-

Renee Brandon

-Renee taps her fingers on the nearby bottle- I'm not a therapist and I'm not your doctor, but I could offer my opinion on why you still smell it if you want.

ike apatow

-shrugs, but he's watching her intently, not blinking-

Renee Brandon

-She takes the shrug as a sure and sucks on a breath - It's your brain's way of coping from trauma. Like when an amputee feels pain from their extremity that is no longer there. When your brain focuses on the memory of it, you have a physiological reaction to it. Instead of phantom pain, it's smell.

ike apatow

Do you think I have trauma?

Renee Brandon

Mental trauma, maybe. After what happened, it's normal to be affected by it. You may not think it but it's possible you're still dealing with the effects of it.

ike apatow

-taps the water bottle against his side, with his arms folded- After what happened, Renee?

Renee Brandon

-She pushes out her breath- Yes.... after I screwed up and almost got us both killed.

ike apatow

Mmmmm. -takes a few long swallows of water- Somebody'll come for us soon.

Renee Brandon

-she leans back in her chair and folds her arms across her, hugging herself tightly as she shivers just a bit.- Hopefully soon....it's getting cold in here.

ike apatow

-he pushes off from the wall, reaching up onto one of the higher shelves to tug down some of the spare linens, all of them smelling like the lavender and rosemary strewing herbs that Bea folds into them for storage, the scent stirring as he hands them to her- It's a cold autumn.

Renee Brandon

-She watches him as he reaches up to grab the spare blankets and hands them to her- Thank you. -She gives him a small smile before standing up to wrap around her and hold them tight to her- It is, and lord knows it's not helping Henry right now.

ike apatow

I'm not making small talk with you. Not even about your kid. -returns to his place against the wall-

Renee Brandon

-She nods as she holds the blanket closer to her- That's fair. -She looks down at her lap and chooses to watch her knees bounce instead -

ike apatow

It's ironic how you keep acting like I'm gonna attack you or tear a strip off you or something.

Renee Brandon

-she looks up at him, genuinely surprised- I thought you didn't want to make small talk.

ike apatow

-snorts- Is that generally how people make small talk with you? Pointing out that you treat them like they're rabid?

Renee Brandon

-Her brow furrows and she shakes her head- No, Ike. I... -She pauses and she sighs- I don't know how to be around you, alright? You don't want to talk, fine, I won't try to talk to you. But now because I'm not talking, you think I'm scared of you, which I'm not. I'm trying to be courteous of you.

ike apatow

Courteous? Explain courteous to me.

Renee Brandon

Courteous. Aware of your feelings and honoring your wishes. Courteous, meaning be respectful and considerate.

ike apatow

-stares at her, then starts to laugh. and laugh and laugh, doubling over, until he's sobbing with laughter-

Renee Brandon

-Renee watches him, unamused by his reaction and heaves a sigh - Alright... What's so funny?

ike apatow

You are, Renee. You are. -slows his laughter, snuffling, dragging his sleeve across his face- I don't think I've ever met anybody so completely lacking in self-awareness. It's almost impressive.

Renee Brandon

-Renee sighs, pulling the blanket tighter around her- And what do you mean by that, Ike?

ike apatow

Mmmm. Naw. I'm gonna let you do your own homework on that one, because you know what, Renee? I know you're not gonna. So this way neither of us wastes our time.

Renee Brandon

-Renee grinds her teeth a little as she pulls herself into a standing position- No, Ike, actually, I would rather you just tell me this time because this whole guessing game you like to play is really starting to wear thin. I can't read your mind, I get mixed messages from everyone else when I try to figure out whatever lesson it is you're trying to get across....so I give. Yield, surrender, admit defeat, so on and so forth.

ike apatow

No you don't. You want me to fix everything so you can tell yourself you did everything you could and I'm still unreasonable. I'm not gonna do that.

Renee Brandon

Yes, I do. Honestly, I'm getting really tired you telling me what my intentions are. I'm not asking to gaslight you or make you out to be the bad guy or whatever contrived thing you come up with. I just want to know.

ike apatow

I know. It must be awful hard for you. But don't you worry about it, Renee, I'm not about to denounce you in town square so you can just keep on playing the victim and acting like I'm out to get you. Your halo ain't gonna be tarnished by the likes of me. -reaches over and hammers on the door with his fist, still looking at her- Hey! Get us the fuck outta here!

Renee Brandon

Really? Did you not hear a word I said? I.... -she doesn't finish and instead just groans- You're so God damn infuriating! -She falls back into her seat- You're just so adamant that everyone wants to blame you all the time. It must be so hard to believe that anyone else is willing to take the blame for their own mistakes. It's either that or you like taking the blame for some reason.

ike apatow

You're ... not taking the blame for anything. Are you serious?

Renee Brandon

For what happened at the clinic and your head? Yeah I am because it was my fault.

ike apatow

And I'm the only person you're willing to say that in front of. Because I already know that.

Renee Brandon

No, Ike. I told Ares, I told Jake. I'll tell Ermano and Jemma.

ike apatow

-looks at her for a minute, then, because he can't help himself- What did Jake have to say?

Renee Brandon

Well he wasn't thrilled, but we're working things out.

ike apatow

He wasn't thrilled? That's all you're gonna give me?

Renee Brandon

-she breathes a sigh- I mean, concerned about what happened, worried about the injuries, glad we're okay, and like a parent, wanted to make sure I learned my lesson from the stupidity of my actions.

ike apatow

But you're working things out. That's nice for you.

Renee Brandon

-she nodded- We are, yeah. Or at least trying to with....everything....

ike apatow

I wasn't concerned about your little affair, Renee. I don't care. It'll all work out for you.

Renee Brandon

Believe me, I know you don't care.

ike apatow

-looks at her, flatly-

Renee Brandon

What?

ike apatow

Your capacity to feel badly-used by people. It's somethin' else. But hey! At least you got your handsome movie star looking after you like a parent and worried about your injuries and concerned about the danger you were in.

Renee Brandon

-she scoffs as she shakes her head- You act like there's not a single person who cares about you.

ike apatow

That's not what I said. I'm not talking about me.

Renee Brandon

So you have a problem with someone caring about me.

ike apatow

...do you ever listen to yourself? I mean, do you ever think about any experiences outside of your own?

Renee Brandon

Yeah, Ike, I do. Or at least I try to when someone shares them. I know that's probably hard for you to believe, but it's true.

ike apatow

It's hard for me to believe because you sure as hell don't extend me the courtesy.

Renee Brandon

And I apologized for that, didn't I? I misjudged you and I was wrong and I am sorry. That's not be blowing it out my ass, it's the honest to God's truth.

ike apatow

Yeah? I'm sure your opinion of me's really changed. Not like you're constantly waiting for me to rat you out, or call for the Redwood version of your beheading. Anyhow. Doesn't matter. You'll go on being the camp's golden haired saint and martyr, and I'll go on being whatever the fuck I am. -hammers on the door again, adding a kick this time- SOMEBODY WANNA GET US OUT OF HERE?

Renee Brandon

-And there it was - the problem. At least she finally knew what it was now. But clearly the conversation was done - not that she felt better at all-

Nicki Torres

-it took Nicki probably longer than she would have liked to realize that the kids' attempts to set into motion Operation Bulbasaur had backfired when she noticed that Jake was at the party and Renee was nowhere to be seen....and neither was Ike. She headed up to the supply closet and heard Ike's residual pounding- Hang on, I'm here. -she unlocks the door and pulls it open, smiling as she spotted him- Look at me, rescuing you again. We really need to stop meeting like this.

ike apatow

-muttering as he sweeps out of the closet, gathering Nicki and hauling her with him as he goes, holding her clamped against him almost painfully tight- Thank fucking god. Whoever you were with is gonna have to do without you for the next fifteen. I'm gonna fuck your brains out.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki hoops in surprise as he yanks her in but walks alongside him, even as his arms seem to be almost crushing her- Now this is feeling more like prom.

[colemonroe]

WHERE: County Jail WITH: @isaacgonzalez, the day after his arrest

Something about being inside those four walls again made Cole’s skin crawl, despite knowing that he was walking in on his own volition and was free to go whenever he wanted. Still, he’d never know comfort here, or in High Desert, where he’d spent five years of his life. But however he felt or didn’t feel wasn’t important– it simply did not matter. All that mattered to Cole Monroe was the man currently behind bars– rightfully or unrightfully so, it didn’t matter. Isaac was his brother, and of course he wanted to see him free, without shackles biting into his wrists– both literally and figuratively.  Seated at one of the tables, fingertips tapped out an erratic rhythm on the tabletop while he waited for his brother to emerge. It was odd for Cole, being on this side of it. He couldn’t readily say that this position was any more comfortable than the one he was used to. It was all awful, as far as he was concerned. Straightening once the door opened and he saw one of the guards lead Isaac into the meeting area, Cole rose from his seat even though he knew he couldn’t embrace him– hell, he couldn’t even shake Isaac’s hand– something he’d learned the hard way any time he’d tried to reach for Taliah when she’d visited him while he was inside. “Hey, bro,” he started, head shaking before the words even left his lips, “How ya holdin’ up?” It felt like a loaded question, one that didn’t even begin to have an answer, but he knew Isaac wouldn’t bullshit him. He’d see right through it anyway after the countless times he’d been right where Isaac was. “Gonna get Sawyer on it,” Cole continued, nodding firmly as he sat back down, “See what we can do.”

[reneebrxndxn]

Ike may not have thought she needed to thank him, but she felt like she did. It was no secret that the two of them butted heads and while she didn't think he'd be the kind of guy to ignore a little kid wandering near the gates, he could have also as easily passed Henry off on someone else. But she wasn't going to counter him or anything at this point. She could tell that he was pissed at her.

And he had every right to be. She had rushed into a building that wasn't cleared, he was seriously injured and they had barely managed to get out of there without things being a lot worse. There was no doubt in her head that her screw up had set back any sort of progress towards being able to work together civilly.

But still, even knowing that, when he told her he never wanted her treating him again and not trusting her, it felt like she had just been punched in the gut. He was wrong, though, she didn't think he wanted to refuse treatment whenever he came to see her at the clinic. It was that she knew he was always working and always doing what he could to give back to Redwood that she was worried he would make his injuries worse and then they'd lose arguably one of the more important people here in Redwood. But she didn't argue, just swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and nodded as they got to the gates and she brought the car to a stop. "I'll radio Val to head over to the clinic to meet you," she did say, not looking to Ike, "I'll get someone to help me with the bags."

"I was visiting graves," Ike said, watching the trees go by as Renee drove. First it was pleasant and then it got dizzying so he refocused on the road ahead. "Tristan. Ginny. She was Jewish, may her memory be a blessing. So now Henry knows to put rocks on the gravestones of Jewish people."

Renee thanked him for taking care of her kid, and Ike leaned his head against the back of the seat. "You don't need to thank me for that," he said, as Redwood's guard towers peeped into view in the distance. "He's a child. Anybody would've done it, busy or not. I didn't go out of my way."

Resting his head was a bad idea; he was starting to feel drowsy again. Ike sat up, leaning forward some, and reached out to brace his hands against the dashboard. "When we get in the gates," he said, "I'm gonna get Val to patch me up. I know you think I prefer to refuse treatment, but that's not true. I follow doctors' orders better than most people because I wanna be functional, so I can do my job." He glanced at her and then back ahead.

"I don't want you to touch me, ever again." Ike breathed in and out a few times, steadying himself. "That isn't an emotional decision. I just don't trust you."

[short-wooloo]

What Spartans Remain?

Because I went down the Halopedia rabbit hole and I'm an obsessive nut, I've put together a list of all the Spartan-IIs, just to figure out who's alive, who's dead, who's missing, and the numbers which are unaccounted for

Alright so, there were at least 150 candidates considered for Spartan-IIs, half were conscripted, and of that 75, we have at least 50 named (or at least numbered) individuals

Alive (when last we saw them):

Jai-006

Naomi-010

Leon-011

Serin-019 (washout)

Robert-025

Douglas-042

Linda-058

Maria-062 (semi-retired)

Cassandra-075 (washout)

Fhajad-084 (washout)

Kelly-087

Jerome-092

Musa-096 (washout)

August-099

Fred-104

Adriana-111

John-117 (duh)

Michael-120

Alice-130

Definitely Dead:

Li-008 (2552)

Daisy-023 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)

Joshua-029 (2552)

Otto-031 (2557)

Samuel-034 (2525)

Randall-037 (2556)

William-043 (2552)

Anton-044 (2552)

Kurt-051 (2552)

Jorge-052 (2552)

Margaret-053 (2557)

Malcolm-059 (2552)

Sheila-065 (2544)

Solomon-069 (2544)

Spartan-073 (2525)

Arthur-079 (2544)

Grace-093 (2552)

Victor-101 (2557)

Ralph-103 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)

Oscar-129 (2525)

Cal-141 (2544)

Roma-143 (2557)

Unidentified Trainee (2525)

Unidentified Spartan (2531)

Maybe Dead:

James-005 (2552)

Vinh-030 (2552)

Isaac-039 (2552)

Beta-Romeo Actual (2552)

Red Fifteen (2552)

Red Four (2552)

Red Nineteen (2552)

Status unknown:

Kirk-018 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)

Keiichi-047 (alive as of 2531)

Soren-066 (alive as of 2527)

Rene-081 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)

Joseph-122 (alive as of 2525)

Carris-137 (alive as of 2520)

Spartans-116, 118, 119, 121, 123, and 124 (possibly the unidentified trainee and Spartan, as well ass Beta-Romeo Actual, Red-Fifteen, Red Four, and Red Nineteen)

Missing numbers:

Spartans number 001, 002, 003, 004, 007, 009, 012, 013, 014, 015, 016, 017, 020, 021, 022, 024, 026, 027, 032, 033, 035, 036, 038, 040, 041, 045, 046, 048, 049, 050, 054, 055, 056, 057, 060, 061, 063, 064, 067, 068, 070, 071, 072, 074, 076, 077, 078, 080, 082, 083, 085, 086, 088, 089, 090, 091, 094, 097, 098 (according to the silver timeline, Spartan-098 is named "Nora"), 100, 102, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 112, 113, 114, 115, 126, 127, 128, 131, 132, 133, 135, 136, 138, 139, 140, 142, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150 (I'm sure I messed up somewhere)

obviously given that not all 150 candidates were recruited, some (about 70) of these numbers did not actually become Spartans, trainees or otherwise, such as Caleb-095, the father of Olympia Vale

Additionally, Spartans-028 (Riz), 125 (Kai), and 134 (Vanak) do exist per 343's internal documentation, but as of yet have not appeared in the Prime timeline

therefore there are about 19 confirmed living Spartans, 24 confirmed dead, 7 possible dead, and 12 unknowns, for a total of 62 (or 65 counting the silvers), so there are at least 10-13 other Spartans we have not met, be they active, retired, washout, dead, or missing

[benedictusantonius]

[2024|003] Prelude to Foundation (1988) written by Isaac Asimov

[karmasantos]

CHAPTER UPDATE! 003. THE LIES ILL-CONCEALED

"This makes now an excellent time to say Isaac Lahey is a menace. More than that, he's a pest. The kind that lives in the deepest and darkest crevices of your mind and can't be exterminated with a simple no, or I have a boyfriend!"

[cyborg00-why]

001 - Ema Tenka | 002 - Shunichi Takahashi | 003 - Minori Otoha | 004- Masamichi Satonaka | 005 - Haruto Sakuraba | 006 - Toshiya Sakai | 007 - Kazuma Kawahara | 008 - Toyotaka | 009 - Hiroki Nanami Isaac Gilmore - Hiroo Ohtaka | 0010+ - Ryo Takizawa | 0010- Rita Aizawa | BG Soliders - HILOMU, Dolton, KIMUTAKU, KENTA, GeN, 加藤貴彦, 神⾕亮太 | Skull - Kohei Nakatsuka

[nerdynatreads]

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book review || Thistlefoot by GennaRose Nethercott

video review || Poor Association -- Recent Reads 003 || April & May Reads!

From early on I could tell this would be a pretty divisive book by the writing style. Loooooots of descriptions, and tons of vibes, very atmospheric— similar to Erin Morgenstern’s work, but not as lyrical or whimsical. I don’t find myself reaching for tabs to annotate the writing, but there are occasional lines I really enjoy nonetheless. This also seems like the biggest draw of the book: it's the cozy atmosphere.

We’re following the two youngest living descendants of Baba Yaga when they inherit her house on chicken legs. From the first introduction, I’ve had conflicting feelings about both of them. Isaac is charming, but in an obnoxious way, and he utilizes his ability to… shapeshift(?) to steal from people. Nothing will tie him down and he flits through life by the skin of his teeth. He’s weirdly secretive and apparently has an ending goal for all this money, but we’re not sure what that is. I absolutely detested him as a character. His sister, Bellatine, while more grounded and realistic, struggles to control her own abilities. Both of these characters seem interesting but fell flat. They seem well-created but don’t have the spark to jump off the page. I actually think my favorite perspective is the short chapters through the eyes of the house itself.

Initially, the book seems like it’s set in a contemporary world, but as I continued, more fantastical elements appear. Thistlefoot isn’t the only magical building to exist and apparently, magical powers aren’t as unusual as I first believed. Very cool and all, but I can’t get a grasp on what this world is like since it seems like the author is making it up as she goes. We also see some magic through flashbacks to Baba Yaga, but still, nothing is really explained.

The flashbacks are where we see the twist on the Baba Yaga story. She’s still witchy, but a lonely woman and she ends up creating her own children and her only focus is keeping them safe. She’s separated from the rest of her village, adding to the witch rumor. I like the way the author tied in the story with the history of Russia, specifically the Bolsheviks’ revolution.

The plot is weird. We’ve got the main storyline, but the second one is far more interesting, though there’s been very little explanation or exploration of it so far. Bellatine has only just become aware of the secondary plot and I’m at the halfway point! It just feels like there’s been way too much build-up.

DNF

[nickitxrres]

Outside the Walls

where Nicki takes Zack out to bash some zombies to help him feel better, they get overrun and fight it out to pass the time before Ike comes to the rescue. Also Ike finds out a trick to getting passed the walkers, which works except when it doesn't. @zackastor & @isaacapatow

Zack Astor

-he has been quiet almost the entire time they have been walking; he has barely looked at Nicki since they met up to go out and kill walers; his face is firmly set into a scowl, his jaw clenched as he looks around, trying to spot any biters; so far, they haven't had any luck-

Nicki Torres

Alright, lobo, I know you're grumpy and in a mood, but you're making walker hunting incredibly boring. -she could only stay silent for so long- So what's the deal? And just know if you don't answer I will annoy you until you do.

Zack Astor

Deal about what? -he asks, gruffly, staring straight ahead-

Nicki Torres

The thing that is making you extra snappy. And don't say it's nothing because you forget - I know you. So, talk.

Zack Astor

You don't fucking know me. -his sideways glare is sharp- Leave it.

Nicki Torres

Alright, well, you know how stubborn I am, so.... -she jumps in front of him to stop walking- I'm not leaving it. Talk. Or do I have to fight it out of you?

Zack Astor

-he stops; his eyes narrow- I ain't in the mood for this shit, Nicki. You don't want to fight me right now.

Nicki Torres

You're never in the mood.

Zack Astor

-he steps up to her, now almost snarling- What do you want me to do? Talk about my fucking feelings? Maybe we can have a slumber party while we're at it. Braid each other's hair and gossip about boys.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki doesn't move or step back or even look remotely uncomfortable as Zack closes the distance between them- Do you even know how to braid hair, Zack?

Zack Astor

-he stares her down before scoffing; suddenly, he steps past her, starting to walk away- I'm here to bash in some fucking walkers skulls. So that's what I'm gonna fucking do.

Nicki Torres

-she smirks in amusement as she turns and follows after him- Well, until we find some walkers, we're literally walking around and walking in silence is boring. So....wanna tell me about this Vivienne?

Zack Astor

-as soon as she says that name; he spins around, closing back in on her- Fucking leave it already, Nicki.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki looks excited and impressed as Zack rounds on her again- Found it! Ay dio mio, Lobo, she must really have done a number on you to make you react to her name like that. Might as well tell me now, or I'm gonna start speculating.

Zack Astor

-he growls at her, face twisted into a grimace; he looks about ready to punch her- Why should I tell you? So you can go run off and tell Mayra? Or Ike?

Nicki Torres

Wowwwwwww. -she feigns offense- Excuse me that maybe the only person in this town who gives a fuck about you asks what's got their thong up their ass.

Zack Astor

I didn't ask you for that. I don't need your help. -he scowls, pulling back and eyeing her wearily- You can go and speculate all you want. I wanna kill some shit.

Nicki Torres

No, you didn't. But suck it up because whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me. -she let's him walk away before chasing after him- You want to kill some shit. Okay.... -she runs forward a bit more and starts yelling loudly- COME ON, ASSHOLES! FRESH MEAT RIGHT OVER HERE!!

Zack Astor

Jesus fucking- -he is caught off guard by her yelling; but it seems to work - soon enough, walkers come into sight; just, that it's quite a few- Fucking hell, that's a horde.

Nicki Torres

-was it stupid to do that? Yeah, probably, but when did she ever not attract trouble. She smiles as she pulls out her machete and gives it a twirl- Lucky us. -there's a predatorial smile on her face as she runs full speed forward and starts to cut them down-

Zack Astor

-he breathes out a curse before he follows her; he swings the crowbar he has brought and destroys one of the biters heads, before stabbing it through one of the guy's throats-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki buries her machete into a few more before turning and spotting Zack- Keep up, lobo. -she turns and slices one of the walker's heads off and then crushes it with her boot-

Zack Astor

Don't gotta tell me that. -he can feel the familiar thrill of fighting and killing go through his spine; soon enough it feels like he's just indiscriminately smashing and cracking and killing until he's covered in blood; with a good swing he takes out one of them, half detaching it's skull; after it's down he starts hitting on it's body, feeling satisfaction at every impact before he turns to push his knife into the skull of one coming up behind Nicki- You should watch out better, Torres!

Nicki Torres

-Nicki missed this. Missed fighting. She had been out of it too long. But that was the problem - she was out of practice and starting to feel tired. Her swings were getting a little sluggish but she pushed through.- I saw him. Heads up. -she pulled out one of her knives and threw it behind Zack to hit the walker square between the eyes with it- Maybe you should watch yourself.

Zack Astor

already getting tired, Torres? -he asks after she kills one of the walkers behind him; he doesn't feel tired; he feels the opposite, fucking thrilled- You can go home. I'm staying. -the walkers don't seem to get lesser though; he can another horde closing in; and this one seems faster-

Nicki Torres

Fuck you, Astor. -She keeps cutting them down but notices that more and more seem to be coming at them. It doesn't take her long to realize that they are about to be overwhelmed. She runs up to ZacK and grabs him by the back of his collar and starts pulling him away- all right, play time is over. You got to get out of here before to return into one of them.

Zack Astor

Fuck- let me go. -he tugs free of her grip but he notices that the situation is getting out of hand; slamming the crowbar into one of the walkers eye sockets he takes the lead- They're coming cause you decided to yell. -he cast a look around- North of here. There's a cabin. Should be safe.

Nicki Torres

Yes, well, I was bored. -She looks in the direction and nods as she pulls Zack along - Let's go, lobo.

Zack Astor

-he tugs himself free off her grip and starts making his way off; the walkers are following them, though much slower and soon enough they could only hear the sounds in the distance; among the woods, a small hunting cabin rises out of the ground; Zack opens up the door and pushes her in; before following in- You really are getting slower, Torres.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki mostly keeps up with Zack and stumbles in as he pushes her into the cabin.- Yeah, well, you get nearly disemboweled and then on forced bed rest for weeks and see how you feel.

Zack Astor

Been there. Done that. -he wipes some of the zombie blood and guts off of him, casting a glance around- Sounds like you haven't kept up with your training.

Nicki Torres

You know how hard it is to spar with people who are afraid of hurting you?

Zack Astor

Can't say that I do. -he shrugs and makes his way through the cabin- Sounds like you just need better sparring partners.

Nicki Torres

You offering?

Zack Astor

-he turns around to her, covered in blood and guts and grins- You think you can handle it, Torres?

Nicki Torres

Oh, I know I could handle it. -She smirks confidently- I have kicked your ass before.

Zack Astor

Don't think I remember that. -he steps up to her again, deliberately slowly; stopping in front of her, he stares down at her; but he doesn't go in for a punch- Get changed. Pretty sure there's some spare clothes in the bedroom.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki eyes him as he bears down on her again- You know, if you were a pussy fan, I would be jumping your bones right now. -She smirks as she heads up and changes before coming back down -

Zack Astor

-his eyes narrow slightly at those words but he doesn't say much in response; he peels out of most of his own dirty clothes by the time she comes back- You should go radio for backup so we can get out of this place. -he says as he goes to grab himself his own change of clothes-

Nicki Torres

One step ahead of you, lobo.... -She gets on the radio and calls back to Redwood. It doesn't take long and she explains the situation before turning off the radio.- Orion is on his way.

Zack Astor

How long till he gets here? -they should be able to hold out a few hours if need be; though he wasn't necessarily looking forward to that-

Nicki Torres

Well, considering that he's got the legs of a fucking tree, hopefully an hour. I told him to make it quick. Someone decided to attract a horde of Walkers.

Zack Astor

-his eyes narrow slightly- Somebody decided to yell to attract walkers.

Nicki Torres

Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. -She shrugs as she sits back- Looks like we got an hour to kill.

Zack Astor

We? -he watches her carefully before he sits down himself, back against the wall- I'm gonna go to sleep.

Nicki Torres

Oh boo. -She picks up an empty medicine box and throws it at him- You're really going to try and sleep?

Zack Astor

Either that or I beat the shit out of you or you go and annoy me.

Nicki Torres

See, those other two options sound much more fun. Don't those both sound more fun that sleeping?

Zack Astor

-he opens his closed eyes again, casting her a quick glance- Do you want to get beat up or something?

Nicki Torres

What I want is to yank that stick out of your ass. It can't be that comfortable that you keep shoving it up further.

Zack Astor

I don't have a stick in my ass. -he grumbles as he pushes back up to his feet; seems like he isn't gonna have peace-

Nicki Torres

Yeah, you do. -She smirks as he stands up- must be a pretty thick one too. Making you extra grumpy.

Zack Astor

-he scoffs- Or I just have a fucking bad day. Happens to the greatest.

Nicki Torres

Well hell, how am I supposed to know when you don't talk? -She is smugly grinning in his direction - C'mon, don't stop now.

Zack Astor

-his eyes narrow, his gaze becoming sharp; for a moment he doesn't say anything- Vivienne's my wife.

Nicki Torres

-while his gaze was dark, hers was bright and playful. But it quickly turns to disbelief- Wait, wait.... You're married??

Zack Astor

-he didn't like telling her (or anyone) but he knew damn well it'd get around soon enough;  especially with her moving in- Been for a while. Just don't wear the ring. -he shrugs as he lowers himself back down onto the ground, feeling weary-

Nicki Torres

-her tongue probes the inside of her mouth as she casually paces the inside of the cabin- You are so full of surprises, Zack. I'm guessing she is the reason for the extra sour mood. Jesus, she must have done a number on you.

Zack Astor

-he is silent; his eyes narrow as they follow Nicki across the room-

Nicki Torres

I'll take your silence as confirmation.

Zack Astor

Alright. -he pushes himself back to his feet once more, cracking his knuckles- Let's fight.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki raises her eyebrows in amusement as her arms fall from across her. she rolls out her shoulders and raises her arms- Bring it on, lobo.

Zack Astor

-he doesn't hesitate for a second; immediately he goes in for a punch to her gut-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki grabs his arm as it's thrown towards her and pulls him through while sidestepping so he missed. She throws him and steps back while bouncing on the balls of her feet- Come on, you can do better than that.

Zack Astor

Don't wanna hurt you too badly, Torres. -he is back on his feet in the next second; watching her movements; he goes for a feint to her injured side before quickly moving to hit her other-

Nicki Torres

Awww, that's sweet. -she goes to shield her injured side but leaves the other vulnerable and grunts as he places a well-placed jab. Her knees buckle a bit but she shakes it off so she could throw a fake punch towards his face and come in with a uppercut to the gut-

Zack Astor

-he notices her knees buckling; the satisfaction of his hit gets overshadowed by the sharp jab to this gut; he grunts, gritting his teeth against the pain as he goes to grab her arm to try and get her down onto the ground-

Nicki Torres

-she flies forward a bit but she plants her foot down and catches herself before slipping her arm out and pivoting to kick him in the back with her foot-

Zack Astor

-he hisses out a curse at the kick, pain radiating across his back; but he reacts quickly enough to grab her leg in the kick, twisting and pushing in an effort to throw her off balance-

Nicki Torres

-she loses her balance and starts to fall but she's quick to wrap her free leg up around his shoulder, even though she hits her back hard on the ground. But she grabs his wrist- I think you're getting slow, Astor.

Zack Astor

-he goes down with her, landing half on top of her- Could say the same about you, Torres. -his free hand wraps loosely around her throat, pressing down- You gonna give up?

Nicki Torres

-she sucks in a breath just before he presses  down- Why when I'm winning? -she brings up her other leg and wraps them around his neck, squeezing with her thighs-

ike apatow

-the door bangs open and Ike's standing in it, his long coat caked in walker guts, his bat strangely not as much- Hey, kids. -holds out his arms wide to display his totally gore-adored self- Guess what I discovered?

Zack Astor

-he lifts his gaze from choking out Nicki, but not easing up; he slightly dizzy from her thighs cutting off the blood supply to his brain- The fuck-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki keeps squeezing even though she knows she's starting to struggle to breathe a bit more. But she's gonna get him to let go.- In a minute, Ike, Zack's about to give....

ike apatow

Torres, we don't have time for you two to be fucking around out here. You know how many god damn walkers have amassed in that horde and how long it's gonna take us to get back?

Zack Astor

Gonna have to wait, then. -he grunts, not easing up, fingers tightening; still he manages to give Ike a slightly strained shit-eating grin- Go sit in that corner while the grownups talk, Apatow.

ike apatow

-giving an impatient snort- Ahhhhhhh. -he lopes over, using the handle of his bat to shove them roughly apart, using his boot when that's not enough- You're both going to fucking listen to me. You called for help, I'm it, so you can pick this up when we get home.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki was about to make some witty remark but Zack started to squeeze more. She was not about to give in, even as stars started to dance in her vision. She squeezed her legs tighter around him but she had to let go when Ike physically pulled them apart and she gasped in as much oxygen as she could as their fight was removed- I just needed two more seconds. He was about to give in.

ike apatow

-holds up his bat like it's his finger to shut them up- Yeah, yeah, I know. -imitates their voices back and forth- That culo was about to give up! fuck off in your dreams. oh yeah in YOUR dreams! you'd be fuckin lucky if I dreamed about you. -rolls his eyes- Skip ahead. We need to get going.

Zack Astor

-he stumbled half, his vision swimming for a moment as the blood flow slowly returns to his brain; his eyes wander up to Ike, narrowing; he rights himself properly- I told you to fucking wait.

ike apatow

-gives Zack a flat, expressionless glance, then ignores him to talk to Nicki- See this? All the fuckin walker shit all over me? It keeps em from noticing me. We gotta cover the two of you in this gunk and then we can ride the wave home without getting chomped.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki rubs her neck with one hand while the other holds her up as she doubles over to catch her breath. The corner of her lips pull into a smirk at Ike's pretty spot on imitation of them. Her eyes widen in surprise, clearly impressed- No shit....you are a fucking genius, Papi.....wait, how did you find that out?

ike apatow

-opens the door again, stooping next to it to grab a walker carcass he'd deposited and dragging it inside- Started occurring to me when I took that trip out to the supposed fishing hut with that girl who claimed it was chock-full of supplies. The whole place was infested and I smashed open so many biter pumpkins I was covered in the stuff. Noticed on the way back that the walkers I saw didn't even take a second sniff.

Zack Astor

-Zack stares Isaac down watching him move; in the next moment he reaches out, grabbing ahold of Ike's collar and yanking him closer- You've gone fucking deaf or something? Did that cut to your head give you brain damage or some shit?

ike apatow

-Ike's caught off-guard when Zack grabs him, but he doesn't do anything, just looks at him and then smiles, slow, and looks over at Nicki again- You seriously like spending time with Scrappy-Doo here, Torres?

Nicki Torres

-the second Zack grabs Ike Nicki is getting between them and ripping Zack's arm off of Ike- Enough! He's here to get us out of here so stop for five fucking seconds! You have any idea how useful this information is? -she pushes Zack back a few inches- So stop and get dressed.

Zack Astor

-his gaze flickers to Nicki, eyes cold and hard as he looks at her- You think you get to tell me what to do, Torres? -he licks his lips- If you wanna be good and heel, go.

Nicki Torres

Oh por el amor de dios..... -she sucks in a breath and punches him in the face- We're not leaving your dumbass out here. I will drag your unconscious ass back to Redwood if I fucking have to. But. You. Are. Coming. With. Us.

Zack Astor

-he is caught off guard by the punch and takes a few steps back; spitting out blood, his gaze flickers between Ike and Nicki, before settling back on her, grinning- Make me.

ike apatow

-turns from them to start ripping open the walker's belly- Torres, sort this out. We need to shift it. The horde's getting thicker by the minute.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki breathes out her laugh- With pleasure. -she cracks her knuckles as she steps towards him- You really think you can make it on your own with a horde of Walkers? Or are you really that pissed with Voldemort back in town that you'd rather get overrun with Walkers and turned int one. That is such a fucking coward's way out. Didn't know Zack Astor was a coward.

Zack Astor

-his grin drops immediately and he steps up to meet her, glowering- Don't you fucking dare.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki smirks even more so- Oh, I dare. You want to prove me wrong? -she nods to Ike and the Walker- Suit up.

Zack Astor

-he stares her down, eyes narrowed, any warmth lost in them- I don't got shit to prove to you, Torres. -he pushes past her harshly and to the walker corpse, face set in a grimace-

ike apatow

Awright. Now, this gunk stinks worse than a pigshit sandwich made with dogshit, so. Get ready for it. And don't get it in any orifices or wounds or anything. I know that's gonna be near impossible for the both of you and your constant cockfighting, but let's give it the ol' college try, huh? -lifts out a double handful of intestines and starts draping them over Zack; half of them burst the moment they're on him and subject to gravity-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki smiles triumphantly, even as he bumps into her and turns after him. she stands back as Ike starts covering Zack in the gunk and grime, her arms crossed as she watches in amusement-

Zack Astor

-he doesn't react much to either of them, simply helping with covering himself in the gunk until his clothes are soaked and sticky and stiff with it; without another word he grabs his crowbar, waiting on them to finish up with Nicki-

ike apatow

-nods Nicki over- Your turn for the ribbons and bows, girlie.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki taps her fingers before approaching and holding her arms out for Ike- Dress me up, Papi. You know what I like.

ike apatow

-snickers at her nonstop shows of bravado, smearing her with handfuls of muck- Right. Now, you guys have seen how these things move. Keep your weapons handy but we wanna use that as a last resort. The goal's to blend in with 'em just enough that they don't notice anything, y'know. Alive about us. -he reaches for the door, then pauses, taking a breath- There's a lot of em out there. And we can't move that fast unless we catch a break in the throng. So it's gonna be a long, slow, frustrating walk. I need to know you can both rein it in.

Zack Astor

-his gaze fixes on Ike- For someone who was just damn eager to get going you're wasting a lot of time right now. -he scoffs- Spare the fucking lecture and let's get going.

Nicki Torres

-she smirks as he dresses her up, trying not to wince at the smell. She grabs her machete when he's done and gives him a nod- I know what restraint means. Let's do this.

ike apatow

-pushes open the door and by the time they're a few feet out of the cabin, they can hear the walker horde groaning; it's thronged thick around the cabin and moving in the direction of Redwood. Ike glances at them both and drops immediately into a stiff-legged shamble, moving along with the zombies but trying to keep towards the edge of the crowd so there's at least a potential means of escape-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki follows close to Ike and hears the walkers. Her heart is racing with adrenaline but she notices how Ike moves and mimics him. She's not surprised that it's working because Ike is a genius, but still - how had they not realized this before now?-

Zack Astor

-he follows, his nose filled with the smell of rot and walkers; he moves slowly, at the edge of the group, keeping an eye on Nicki and Ike-

ike apatow

-they manage to go along with the horde for quite a while, but it's still about twenty (normal) minutes from Redwood when the horde suddenly gets wind of something; a couple of raccoons, looking mangy and near-rabid, milky-eyed, that reel into the zombies. The smell of living flesh gets them snapping, looking around, and Ike shoves against the other two, reaching into all the pockets of his long coat and hauling out, of all things, brightly-coloured little firetruck toys with shoelaces tied around them- Time to fuckin boogie. -he pushes some of the toys at each of them, then turns on one of his; the alarm is blaring unnaturally loud, and Ike holds one end of the shoelace to whirl it over his head and then fling it off away from them, some of the walkers following the sound-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki notices the shift in walkers demeanor and how they turn away. She looks to Ike for guidance and smiles as she follows suit and throws the toy in a similar direction to amplify the sound. The walkers follow it like bait and she slowly backs away the opposite direction-

Zack Astor

-he grabs the toy, not too thrilled about anything as he hurls them off; however, something was off; Zack wasn't entirely sure what it was, maybe a spot that wasn't as well covered but suddenly a walker was clinging to his throwing arm, trying to bite into it; he reacted quickly enough to slam the crowbar into the biters eye socket and dropping it, breathing out a quiet curse-

ike apatow

-drives his bootheel down into the fallen walker for good measure, caving its spine, and flings off the rest of his screaming toy distractions- All right. We gotta run for it now. -some of the walkers are still moving towards the sound, but some are heading right for the three humans, reaching for them-

Nicki Torres

-of course things were moving too smoothly. But that was fine - she was more than happy to get into trouble. She adjusted her grip on her machete and the moment she saw one reaching for Ike she swung the machete to cut off it's arms before turning backpedalling quickly-

Zack Astor

-he catches a glance at both of them to make sure that they are following; he smashes a walker making a grab for Nicki before he starts making his way off-

ike apatow

-as a unit, they hustle away from the horde; some walkers follow, but the sounds of the toys and the two raccoons' fresh blood makes them indecisive and they're easier to pick off separated from the group. Ike joins the other two in smashing them down, and he's finding it harder to catch his breath than he'd like, so he doesn't waste energy talking and just aims them through the woods towards town -- a more indirect route so the horde won't follow en masse-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki opts to take up the rear and cut down any Walkers that get too close. She notices how Ike seems to be having a harder time keeping a steady breath and she nods at them both- Go, I'll catch up. -she stops and twirls her machete before cutting down any walker that approaches the line she won't let them cross-

Zack Astor

Jesus- Don't be a dumbass. -he growls and practically grabs her by the collar of her shirt and pushes her away; his grip tightens around his crowbar- You're both hurt. I'm fit. Go.

ike apatow

He's right. Leave him be. -loops an arm around Nicki to haul her along, just in case she protests, and adds under his breath- ...you need to help me. Fuck.

Nicki Torres

-she yells out when Zack yanks her back and is about to protest she's fine but Ike has already stolen her away. His little addition alters her state of mind, though and nods as she holds onto him- I got you, baby.

Zack Astor

-he casts a quick glance back at them, eyes narrowing before he turns his attention to the oncoming walkers; he starts swinging, to keep them at bay and give Nicki and Ike enough time to get out of there-

ike apatow

-Ike manages to keep the pace, long legs compensating for being slower than normal, but he's sweating hard and holding on to Nicki with an iron grip; once they reach a certain distance, he lets go and leans against a tree, panting before looking over at her- Is he following? Is he okay? I can't hear him.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki tries to move fast but mindful of Ike as she helps him along. She only lets go when he does and leans over a bit to catch her breath and look back where Zack had been- I'll go check. Yell if you need me. -she walks up and gives him a quick kiss before running back towards Zack.- Oh, you better be right behind us, lobo.....

Zack Astor

-he steps out from between the trees, panting steadying himself on them; he is even more covered in walker guts and blood; he catches Nicki running towards him- The hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Ike.

Nicki Torres

Oh, good to see you too. -she grabs him and yanks him back towards Ike- He wanted to make sure you were following. Which you are. Come on. -she pulls Zack along whether he likes it or not back to Ike- You good, Papi?

ike apatow

-straightening up- I'm good, I'm good. Let's get back. I wanna scrape off all this fuckin' gunk before one of us gets pinkeye.

Zack Astor

-he glances at Ike- Here, catch. -he throws one of the pieces of guts hanging around him at the head raider before he stalks off- C'mon, get going. Wanna get back before nightfall.

ike apatow

-manages to lift his elbow fast enough that the glob of innards doesn't hit his face, though it spatters him anyhow- ...yeah. Seems like we got what we came for. Some of us, at any rate. -shoulders his bat as the three of them head back to town-

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/w0TzDQL by Ounamoonlight "Crossover Batman et cyborg 009" À l'approche de son 8 anniversaire, Damian fût envoyé par son grand père et sa mère en Mission pour trouver l'objet qui est tombé sur le territoire de la ligue et pour montrer qu'il était digne de porte le nom de la famille Al ghul et de pouvoir rencontrer son père et ces deux frères aînés qu'il n'a jamais rencontré car ils son parti s'entraîner pour que chacun puisse reprendre l'entreprise de leur parents mais pour cela je devais revenir le jour de son anniversaire avec l'objet où sinon il sera sévèrement puni mais malheureusement pour lui sa sera la dernière fois qu'il véra le Al ghul car arrivé sur place une lumière aveuglante le transporte dans une autre planète alternative pour être transformé par une organisation mafieuse Black Ghost enlève neuf autres humains pour les transformer en cyborgs dévolus à ses terribles desseins. Chacun vient d'un pays différent ou pour sa part un monde différent, chacun est doté d'un pouvoir particulier. Mais les 9 se rebellent contre l'organisation et consacrent leur destinée à détruire toutes les créations diaboliques de Black Ghost sans ce doute qu'il vont oublié un autre membre pendant 5 ans. Words: 900, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Français Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Cyborg 009 Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: 001 | Ivan Whisky, Isaac Gilmore (Cyborg 009), 009 | Joe Shimamura, 003 | Françoise Arnoul, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Crossover Pairings read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/w0TzDQL

[nickitxrres]

Nicki fell into his arms the second he wrapped them around her. She could sense how happy he was to see her. That made two of them. After her conversation with Orion she was in desperate need of something to pull her away from talking to Ares. She was still kind of mad at Orion for getting her to admit her feelings and now, she was quite literally vibrating with nervous energy. If there was one person who was good at helping to dispel that, it was Ike. His embraced helped already, even if she grunted just a little as his arm pressed on the nearly healed scar on her abdomen. “Oh, it’s okay,” she reassured as he started to check her, “You didn’t squeeze me that hard. I would let you see for yourself but there’s too many people around for you to be yanking this dress off.”

She avoided answering him at first about her state. Not because she wasn’t okay because she was okay but because now she believed if she started talking she wasn’t going to stop and then it would wind up turning to the conversation she was actively avoiding - Ares. So instead, she gently took his chin and turned his face so she could look at his bloodied cheek. “I should be asking you that, Papi. What happened and who’s ass do I have to kick?” She didn’t expect him to tell her or if he did that he was going to let her go fight them but she sure as hell was gonna try. Her hand let go when he hugged her again and she draped her hands back around his shoulders.

“You can tell me not to but I’m going to,” she replied with witt in her tone, “but I’ll save it for another time. You can call me whatever you want tonight.” Ike changed their hold and she swayed with him, not letting the music guide her motions because he was absolutely not moving to the beat. No she was moving with him, humming a rhythm that more matched his moves and allowed herself to just be in the moment with him. With him, right now, she could find comfort in him. She knew how he felt about her and what they had. She loved what they had. She loved him. It was a different kind of love. A special, unique kind of love. A supportive love that was so much more deep seated than best friends without the need to be sappy or romantic. It was perfect and clean. Not messy like her current feelings about Ares.

Crap, she wasn’t supposed to be thinking about that. No, she was with Ike right now and avoid thinking about feelings. “Well, I would come see you more often but I know how you feel about people coming over to your place. That and you are spending some happy, quality time with Jemma. Which, by the way, I am very happy for you two. You two are adorable - and if you get to use that word then I do too.” She smirked teasingly as she kissed his cheek. “I missed you too, though.”

Her skin on her back tingles just a bit just from his touch. It was soothing and exhilarating at the same time. She rests her head on his shoulder, savoring the moment. His question makes her laugh under her breath as she nods against him. “I think so, yeah. Although I didn’t feel it when you got that mark on your face.” And hopefully he didn’t feel the crazy swirl of emotions raging through her now. “Why do you ask?”

It had been a disorienting evening, to say the least -- the confrontation with Zack (thorny, tangled-up, another problem slotted into his schedule for pondering over at night when he was waiting for sleep to finally show up), the other kind of confrontation with Lucien (thorny, tangled-up ... etcetera etcetera, a fucking puzzlement) -- and Ike hadn't even gotten all the blood off his face where Luce had marked him before wandering out back into the throng. He wasn't looking for anybody in particular but when he heard Nicki's voice -- it was like coming up out of the water when you were running out of air.

"Sweetheart," Ike said, holding out his hands for her and then wrapping her up in a tight embrace as she kissed his cheek -- the unbloodied one, fortunately. Not that it would've been a first time they'd nuzzled up smeared in their own and each other's blood, but that was under different circumstances. Fights and survival, not parties. It took a second but then Ike gave a little regretful yowl, easing off but still holding Nicki by her sides, ducking his head forward like he could inspect the state of her wounds through her clothes; "You're doing okay? Ahhh, I shouldn't have squeezed you so hard. I don't wanna pop you before you're ready to get back out there."

He embraced her again but more gingerly, pressing a few kisses to her shiny hair. "You look adorable," Ike said, then grinned, "--don't give me any guff about using that word. I'm used to you looking bad ass and-or super fuckin' hot, it's not often I get to say adorable. Let me have it this time. It's prom."

As if he needed to prove it, Ike tangled their fingers together and pressed against her, making one long line of their bodies, moving not entirely in time to the music but not really paying attention to that. He was quietly feeling for how she moved, whether there was any hitch in the usual fluidity of her muscles, if she froze or hitched because anything started to hurt. "I missed you," Ike said, impulsively. He was saying that a lot, these days, whenever he reconnected with one of his own. But it was true -- it felt true. He'd always been something of a solitary beast but one who liked being around people with the option to slip away. The shift inside him wasn't an easy one and it was happening without Ike willing it to, but this was what it meant. When he wasn't with Nicki, he missed her. When he wasn't with Orion, he missed him.

"You ever think," Ike mused, dancing his fingertips up and down Nicki's spine, "we might be getting kinda symbiotic? Like we all share the same blood supply or central nervous system, or something." He didn't clear up what he was referring to. If Nicki knew what he was saying, that would be proof enough.