#I can't wait to see more guys in blonde wigs

[vivalarevolution]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐠 ,𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.

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Broken Heart/Broken Mind

Chapter Forty-four

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Sophie adjusted her wig. She checked back in the mirror to make sure it was on straight. It was as good as it was going to get.

She walked out of the bathroom and texted Keefe, 'Hey, I'm ready. Are you driving to the costume party, or am I?'

'You can drive this time. I will on the way back,' he responded.

Sophie got into her car and drove over to his house to pick him up. Pulling into the driveway, she couldn't help bust out into giggles.

"You look more ridiculous than I was expecting," she told him.

"You're just jealous you can't rock this like I can," he flipped his long wig and strutted up to the car.

"Says the guy in a dress."

"Hey! It was your idea," he argued.

"Yeah, it was. But YOU'RE the one who insisted on being Rapunzel."

He climbed into the car. "Cause I can do it better." He slid his crown back on his head.

Sophie sighed, exasperated. "At least I can wear shoes as Flynn. I do NOT want to be on that floor barefoot."

"See, it's a win-win!"

"Whatever you say."

They arrived at the party to see their friends waiting by the entrance. Halloween decorations were put up by the doorway.

"Are you guys ready for this?" Biana exclaimed, twirling around in her fairy costume. "I'm totally going to win the costume competition!"

"Yeah. Yeah," Keefe said. "Keep thinking that. Meanwhile, I'll be leaving with that gift basket."

Tam eyed the costume. "Why would you- .... Never mind. I've learned not to ask questions."

"You have. I haven't. Who's your girlfriend?" Keefe gestured to the short blonde girl beside Tam.

Tam went red. "She's not my girlfriend," he hissed.

"Then why are you two holding hands?"

"We're just talking right now," he muttered.

Keefe smirked. Before he could continue to pummel with questions, Tam led the girl over to the snack bar.

"Her name is Marella," Linh supplied. "She's actually pretty fun. I've hung out with her a few times without Tam. But he refuses to give me any juicy details." She rolled her eyes.

"Cause why wouldn't he give us some entertainment."

"I know, right!"

"Alright," Sophie said, grabbing his hand. "Let's go do some of the games. I want to win a pumpkin plush!"

They went around to the darts and apple bobbing. By the time they finished ring toss, Sophie had managed to win three stuffed animals. Keefe had won nothing, and was pouting.

"Would you like me to win you something?" She offered

"Would you?" He gave her puppy dog eyes.

"Sure."

Sophie approached the game. After a few tries, she managed to pop a balloon. When she was handed the prize, she passed it to Keefe. His face lit up.

"Thank you, Foster!" He exclaimed.

She chuckled, "You're welcome."

The rest of the night was spent stuffing their faces at the snack table and filling their pockets with smuggled candy. At last, The winner of the costume contest was announced.

"And the winner is... Keefe Sencen!" The host called out from the stage.

"There's no freaking way he won!" Biana yelled out.

Sophie sighed. She should've known everyone was going to pick the most ridiculous costume

[randofics]

UNDER EDITING!!!

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Southern Club Ballerina reader (Stage name- Buttercup)

I was recently rewatching some of the episodes and was surprised at how dark The Batman 2004 really is. It's been probably close to a year since I last watched it, and this time round, I was understanding more of the dark undertones and adult themes slipped in here and there. I do recommend yall give it a watch. It's currently on Netflix, but you can also buy the DVD set and the very dark, almost pg Batman VS Dracula movie.

Inspired by the Bar scene in the Episode: A matter of Family. From season 4 of The Batman 2004.

TW: Insinuations/mentions of abuse, alcohol, drugs, strippers, poledancing

🎶The Pussycat Dolls- Buttons

🎶Kehlani- Gangsta

🎶Dayseeker- Neon Grave

🎶Dayseeker- Crying while you're dancing

🎶Crossfade- Colors

🎶 Arrows to Athens- Black sky

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Plot to eventual slow burn

It was supposed to be a simple information gathering mission. In and out. But things got complicated.

"Why can't we go with you?" The boy wonder stood at his side as he scoped out The Cave. He watched the patrons through his binoculars as they walked in and out of the nightclub. Waiting for someone in particular to rear their head. "Only adults are allowed in places like this. Which is why I'm going in alone."

Batgirl speaks up. "But isn't it just a bar?" He looks down at her. "They have bars, but there's more inside than alcohol. Things kids don't need to see."

"But we aren't kids! Im fourteen and Batgirls sixteen!" The Bat gave him a stern look. "Fine." He crossed his arms with a pout.

A black suv with tinted windows pulls up and a man in a white suit steps out. "There you are." Guards cover his flanks as he walks inside. "Who is that guy? I don't recognize him."

"His name is Silas Buscemi also known as King. He's a mob boss from New York."

"Why is he in Gotham?" "That's what I want to know."

The next night, he waits close by for Silas to show up following him inside. Bruce had donned a red suit with a blonde wig and mustache. He needed information, so he had to stay close.

Women of different complexions in skimpy, almost nonexistent dress, danced on small stages around the room. Chairs sat around each stage with men filling almost every seat. The bar was also almost full, as well as the tables scattered about the place.

He spotted Buscemi across the room at the main stage. A woman came up to him asking something Bruce couldn't hear over the music. He nods, and she hands him a drink from her tray.

A woman offers Bruce a drink as he makes his way towards the main stage. With a smile, he takes the drink and discretely places a tiny recording device on the man's chair as he passes. Finding a seat in a secluded place close by, he places an earbud in his ear.

Another man approaches Buscemi, and they shake hands. "So about that deal we were discussing. Did you reconsider?"

"Mr.Nielson, I have an alternative deal that you may like better."

"Oh?"

"I'll give you twenty percent of the profit if you ship it across the bay and load it for free. My men can handle distribution from there." The man grinned, holding his hand out to shake again. "It's a deal, Mr. Buscemi, and you have my word that if any damage occurs, I will personally pay for it." Nielson gets up to leave but stops to say one more thing. "I will begin preparations immediately, Mr.Buscemi."

Bruce took a sip of his drink, the whiskey burning as it went down. The sudden voice of an announcer came from the speakers around the club. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Cave! Tonight, someone special is dancing for everyone!" The lights go out at most of the other stages as the women go back to take a break. Lights on the main stage go from dim to bright as music starts playing.

"Everyone, please welcome to the stage Buttercup!" The crowd cheers as the music transitions. A woman walks on stage to the beat of the music. She's surprisingly curvy with a skimpy strip of jeans covering her nethers and a flannel tie-front cropped top. A cowgirl hat sits on her head as she circles the pole.

Buttercup sways her hips as she starts to dance, and Bruce can't take his eyes off her. As the song goes on, she unties her top, letting it fall to the floor. Her chest is still somewhat covered by the black lace bra she has on, and a sheriff's star is pinned to the left cup. She climbs the pole, and using her thighs to hold on, she tips upside down, taking off her hat with one hand and holding both arms out as she smiles.

She flips down the pole, landing on her feet with her legs spred and her rear towards the crowd. He can see the black lace of her panties as she dips down, rear still in the air. She drags her hands up her legs as she stands again.

Bruce swallows when she makes eye contact with him. But when her hand brushes her cheek and makeup rubbs off, a pang of anger rushes through him. A bruise is slightly visible on her cheekbone, and now that he's paying more attention, he spots another on her knee. He continues to observe her as she finishes her routine, and before she leaves the stage, he hands her a few bills.

"Who did that to you?"

"Did what?"

"Those bruises. Your makeup rubbed off while you were dancing." Her eyes widen, and she touches her face wincing when her fingertips brush the painful spot. "I...I'm sorry I need to go." She flees behind the red curtains before he can say another word.

Bruce slips the recording device back into his pocket, paying his tab and walking out to hail a cab.

In the Batcave, he hacks into the nightclubs database, searching for anything pertaining to the dancers. He can hear the elevator open and expected to hear Alfred as he watched some of the clubs security footage, but after recognizing the much lighter footsteps of Dick he hurriedly closes the footage. "Dick, what are you doing down here? I thought you were asleep."

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, so I thought I'd come see what you found." He was wrapped in his blanket, tugging the extra rolling chair over next to Bruce's seat. "Unfortunately, you aren't allowed to see the footage, but I can explain what information I got while I was there."

He sits in the rolling chair as Bruce talks, eventually resting his head on Bruce's shoulder and falling back to sleep. When he's sure his adopted son is sound asleep, he picks him up, placing him on the medical gurney where he's fallen asleep a couple times before.

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The next night, Bruce visits Buttercup's apartment after tracking her down. She's on the phone pacing around her bedroom. Sticking a listening device to the window, he tunes in to the frequency. The conversation comes back almost completely clear.

"Mr.Buscemi, please, I just need a few more days to gather the rest of the money. I swear, sir, I have almost all of it for you!" Your voice cracks in your panicked attempts at gaining even just one more day before you're punished by the mob. An idea comes to mind, though, that you pray will work.

"H-how about I um... dance for you! I mean in person just for you! All I want is an extra three days to gather your money in return!"

"How about you give me the money you already have, and then we can negotiate an extension."

"O-of course, sir! How should I get it to you?"

"I'll have someone come by The Cave tomorrow to pick it up."

"Alrighty then! Thank you SO much, sir! Have a good night!"

You sighed, falling back onto your bed after hanging up. Tears pricked your eyes as you shook with adrenaline. Maybe a warm shower would calm your nerves.

Grabbing some pajamas, you walk into the bathroom, leaving the door open like you usually do. Placing your phone on the counter next to your pj's, you turn on the water. With the water slowly warming, you strip, the cold air giving you goosebumps. You grab a makeup wipe, cleaning your face in the mirror.

He peaks around the window frame, catching a glimpse of you in front of the mirror completely naked. His eyes widen, and he swiftly turns away, but your figure is burned into his mind. Listening through the earpiece in his cowl, he hears the shower turn on and the curtain closing as you step in. He needs to get to your phone so he can track the number Buscemi called you from.

Quietly, he slides your window open, slipping silently into your bedroom. The phone isn't on the bed, dresser, or side table. He walks towards the bathroom where you're showering. Taking a peak around the doorframe, he can see you behind the semi transparent curtain. He has to time it right so he can grab your phone without you seeing him. Luckily, he doesn't have to wait long as you grab a shampoo bottle and start washing your hair.

He takes one step inside, leaning forward to reach the phone and stepping quickly back out. He pulls out his own phone and plugs it into the other, snatching some data before silently putting it back with your clothes. He slips back out your window without a sound.

On a nearby rooftop, he disguises his phone as yours calling Buscemi. The man picks up, and while he's on the line, the bat tracks him back to the old Gotham bank. The place was abandoned years ago, but it's a popular hideout spot for criminals.

He expects them to pick up the money at The cave sometime when you're working and doesn't doubt they'll punish you for not getting the rest anyway.

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He waits patiently on the roof above, watching for any suspicious characters walking into the club as he intercepts a call to your phone. "I have two of my boys coming in the back to get the cash. You'd better be there with it, or you will pay dearly."

"Ye-yes Mr.Buscemi I-I have the cash and I'm waiting in the back." The call drops, and he watches a black car pull up in the back alley of the building. Two men step out and walk inside.

The Bat leaps down to the street below and knocks on the door, disappearing in the shadows before the securityguardcan open the small hatch. When the guard steps out to look around, he swiftly lays the man out.

Slinking inside, he hears muffled yelling. He follows the sound and when he hears your voice panicked and terrified, he kicks the door in.

Four men are inside with you. One is on top of you about to hit you again when the loud sound of the door bursting in catches their attention. They turn to look at the dark clad Bat, and you lock eyes with him. He spots your busted bleeding lip with tears flowing down your cheeks, and rage boils his blood. The men draw their guns, and one gets a shot off before being disarmed, the other gets an elbow to the face, knocking him out cold. Another shot goes off, and it hits the Bats armor, throwing him off balance, but he recovers and lashes out with a few quick punches, taking him out as well.

The fourth man was older than the other three, and he recognized him as the owner of the club. He held you up by your hair with a gun to your temple, threatening to kill you if the Bat got any closer. With gritted teeth he uses his cape to conceal the hand at his belt.

In the blink of an eye, he throws a batarang at the man's hand. It stabbed between the bones of his palm, making him scream in pain. The gun is dropped from his grip, and he lets you go to tend his wound. You ran to the opposite side of the room, huddling behind a flipped table.

With you out of the way, the Bat ran at him, punching him square in the jaw. He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

You spot another man running in from the hall. "Batman! Look out!" He slammed the man into the wall with enough force to break through to the next room. Both of you can hear the men running down the hall, and he turns to you, signaling for you to stay put.

Rushing forward, he fights the men back, pushing them into the lounge. As he broke past the doorframe into the main room, the startled sounds of the patrons met his ears.

As the men take a breath, he assesses the situation and his opponents. He'd taken a few hits, but nothing serious. Rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, he bounces on his feet like a boxer ready for another round. Spotting one man giving him an opening, he strikes first. The man falls in two hits, and the others attack. He laid them all out in under a minute, receiving a few more hits in the process.

After grabbing your cash, you walk down the hall, stepping over the unconscious men along the way. In the lounge, chairs had been knocked over, and a table smashed by someone landing on it. One man was tied up and hanging upside-down from the ceiling.

The Bat knelt down in front of him, growling out an order. "Tell Buscemi that I'm coming for him." The man nods with a terrified look on his face.

He walks towards you, cape encompassing him completely and giving the illusion of him floating. "Mrs. Y/ln, if you'll allow me, I'd like to place you under my and the GCPD's protection for the time being. I'm currently investigating Mr.Buscemi and feel it would be best if you were safe till everyone involved is behind bars."

You nod, and he escorts you out the front. The Batmobile pulls up at the curb, and he holds out his hand to help you hop in. He hops in with a flourish of his cape hitting a few buttons and pulls the gear shift into drive as he peals off down the street.

A few tense seconds go by as your eyes flicker over the interior of the vehicle, and him. He finally speaks up. "You aren't wounded anywhere else, are you? Aside from your busted lip?"

"N-no though, I'll probably have some bruises later." It's barely noticeable, but his hands tighten on the wheel, angry that he couldn't prevent your injuries however minor they may be.

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Drops of water streak the glass, creating a splotchy pattern of shadows over the interior. He glances over at you as you take in a shaky breath. The dim streetlights cast an amber glow over you, and he can't help but look a bit longer.

Noticing his gaze, you lock eyes with his masks' white lenses. Just as quickly his eyes are back on the road, and a feint smile ghosts your bloody lips. "The commissioner will gather your statement and put you under guard at the precinct."

"Are you... ok? You fought several men, so you were probably hit a couple of times. Not to mention, I thought I saw you get shot."

"I am injured, but it's nothing I can't handle. Been shot before, too."

"But doesn't bulletproof armor still leave a nasty bruise or even fractured ribs?"

"Normal armor, yes, but mine is state of the art." That gives you some relief, at least. A police cruiser drives past, lights flashing and siren wailing. You spot the precinct just down the street and begin to contemplate how you'll thank the Bat.

The black supercar pulls to a stop at the front entrance. Jumping out in a black blur and moving to your side, he offers his hand, helping you hop out of the open roof.

Several cops run out along with Chief Rojas. All pointing their guns at the Bat. Sucking in a calming breath, you step in front of him, blocking their target. "Ya'll outta be ashamed of yourselves! This man just saved my life from the mafia! And yall are pointing your guns at him!?"

The chief steps forward, glaring at the man behind you. "With all due respect, miss this man is a vigilante, a criminal!" Another man walks out the doors, and you recognize him as the commissioner. "Chief Rojas! Stand down!"

"But sir, we have him right where we want him!?"

"I said stand down." He steps through the crowd of cops and past the chief. Holding out his hand as he introduces himself. You shake it timidly, introducing yourself as well. "It's nice to meet you, Miss y/ln. How may I be of assistance?"

The Bat finally speaks up from behind you. "She needs to be placed under protective custody until we have all those involved behind bars. She won't be safe without it."

"This the same case?" The Bat nods, and you get the feeling these two are doing something they shouldn't be. Then again, it's none of your business. "Alright, I'll get her settled somewhere safe and get her some medical attention too."

The commissioner turns to the crowd hands in his pockets. "Well, don't just stand there! Get back to work!" They holster their guns and walk back inside, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. "Alright, miss, will you please follow me. I'll get your statement inside." You nod, tightening your grip on your arm. But before you go, you turn to the Bat and wrap your arms around his neck in an unexpected hug. It takes him a second, but you feel his clawed gloves pressing into your back.

"Thank you for saving me, darlin." As you step back, you press a kiss to his cheek. "Just doing my job." With that, he leaps back into the driver's seat, roof closing behind him and speeding off down the street.

"Come with me. I'll have one of the ladies come patch you up." You trail behind him, glancing around the main lobby of the bustling precinct as he takes you to the infirmary. "This is nurse Mary she'll take care of that busted lip for you."

"Hey, my name is y/n it's nice to meet you, Miss Mary." The slightly older woman gave you a kind smile motioning for you to sit on the examination table. The all too familiar crumpling of the paper cover made you remember just how often you'd gone to the doctor for more serious scrapes than this. "I'll let you get to work. Call me down when you're done."

"I will commissioner." As the door closes behind him, she pulls the curtain to keep you from outside view. Blue latex gloves are pulled on, and she lifts your chin to look at your lip. "It's a simple fix, and you won't need stitches." You let out a relieved sigh relaxing your grip on your bag. She brings over a cotton ball and antiseptic dabbing the liquid on your wound. "No picking when it scabs over! You'll end up with a scar if you do."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good now, let me call the commissioner. Or actually, I'll just escort you up there. He shouldn't mind." She ushers you out the door to the elevator, pressing the button to call it down. As you enter the elevator, a woman runs up, slipping through the closing doors at the last second.

"That was a close one!"

The asian woman seems to be just a few years your senior. She's gorgeous with her sleek straight hair in a neat ponytail and red overshirt. Her lips are also painted in a cherry red lipstick.

"Hey, nurse Mary. How's your day been?"

"Oh, you know the usuals needing to be patched up before being locked up."

"Is she one of them?"

"No, my name is y/n. I'm here to give my statement for a case." She nods with a friendly smile. "I'm Detective Ellen Yin. It's a pleasure to meet you y/n." You shake her hand just as the elevator stops on the commissioner's floor. All three of you step out, and coincidentally, you're heading to the same place.

Yin opens the door for you, and nurse Mary leaves to go back downstairs. Commissioner Gordon looks up from some paperwork as you and the detective walk in.

"Ah, detective Yin, just the one I need. Please, both of you have a seat." He neatly places the papers in a yellow folder, pulling out a different one. "Let's get started."

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Bruce gently pressed on the armor over his ribs, wincing at the pain from the earlier bullet impact. There would definitely be a bad bruise there tomorrow. Just great! It had to be the night before an important gala! He'd have to grin and bear it till he had the opportunity to leave. At least he got you to the precinct.

One less civilian in his way was always a plus. Now, he had to intercept the drug transport before it got across the bay. From what intel he'd gathered, it would be happening tonight. The only problem was that there were thousands of containers it could be in.

Pulling into one of the old warehouses just down the street, he leaped out, locking up the Batmobile with a button on his belt. He'd have to get to high ground for a stakeout.

The wind blew his cape around as he watched the activity below through his binoculars. So far, he hadn't noticed anyone or anything suspicious, just the normal shipping traffic and port workers. A call over comms snapped him out of his concentration.

"Alfred?"

"No, just me." The sound of his adopted sons voice made a small smile come to his face. "What are you doing up again?"

"Woke up and was wondering where you were?"

"I'm at the port right now on a stakeout. It's been pretty normal so far. Too boring for you."

"You rescue anyone yet?"

"I saved a lady I met at the club the other night."

"Why didn't you let me come!? I could've helped!"

"Thugs are one thing. Highly trained gunmen are another. Also, I wouldn't have allowed you inside in the first place. It's a club, remember."

"Yeah, adults, only I remember."

"Exactly now, go back to bed. And remember, we have a gala tomorrow night."

"Ok, goodnight, Bruce. Stay safe."

"Goodnight. I will."

The line drops, and he's alone again, still searching around for anything or anyone who sticks out. It takes another couple minutes, but he finally spots something, vans pull up near a crab boat.

A man walks up the floating dock to the cement landing to greet them, shaking hands with someone familiar. It's Nielson from the club. As he watches the exchange below, he contacts Gordon. "Gordon, it's me. There's a drug transport about to leave the docks. I need you to be on the other side of the bay in case I don't stop them in time. It's a crab fishing vessel."

"Will do I'll be there." He hangs up and watches the men below, starting to unload the drugs into the boat. They dump the watertite bags into the holding tanks below the deck to hide them.

Stealthily, he glides down from the tall container cranes onto one of the stacks of unloaded containers below. With a well practiced hand, he throws batarangs, which pierce into the tops of the light posts. With the push of a button, the lights are cut, and the men below are bathed in darkness. The only light coming from the moon and the freighter loading bays across the way.

The men now alerted grab their weapons, aiming at the shadows around them. In a blur of shadow, the Bat rushes them muzzle flashes lighting up the space. He ducks pushing one man's gun up as it shoots wildly into the air and punches him in the gut. He then grabs him by the hair slamming his face into his knee, knocking the man out cold.

The harsh cracking of gunfire is muffled by his cowl as he charges at the others lashing out with swift punches and disarming moves. He takes two bullets to his armor in the process, nearly winging him when one hits his shoulder plating. He'll feel those in the morning, too. He struggles for a moment when they manage to jump him but quickly frees himself and finishes the job.

At this point, the boat has pulled away from the dock, and he runs to catch up. There's a dull report as he shoots his grapple. It securely catches around one of the tall masts, and he jumps. The grapple pulls him in, and his boots collide with one of the men on deck, sending him harshly to the floor.

The other man charges him knife in hand as Nielson flees into the cabin. He deflects the blade, grabbing him by the wrist and flipping him over his shoulder. The man hits the floor hard on his back, and with a swift punch to the jaw is out cold.

The Bat turns his attention to the cabin where he suspects Nielson isn't alone. Slinking over to the engine compartment, he places a contained EMP over the hatch. The engine is temporarily shut down, leaving the vessel dead in the water. When the two men hiding inside spot a pointy eared shadow, they open fire, shattering the glass and putting holes in the walls. A pill shaped object is tossed through the broken window, and it opens, letting out a cloud of tear gas.

The men terrified, blinded, and coughing rush out the door onto the deck. With the thick smoke now covering the vessel, they stand back to back, still choking and teary-eyed.

Out of nowhere, the Bat charges one of them, pushing the pistol out of his way and sending a punch to his face, knocking him to the floor. Nielson spins opening fire, but none of his shots hit. His legs are swept out from under him, and he lands face first onto the deck.

Almost instantly, there's a knee pushing into his lower back, and his arm is twisted behind him. A clawed hand presses his head into the damp wood, and he's effectively immobilized. "Where's this shipment going?"

With a grin, he snidely answers. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You want to play it that way? Fine by me." Placing the man in cuffs, he drags him over to the deck crane. With the power having been restored, he guides the crane low enough over the deck that he can attach the cuffed man to the hook. The man struggles as the Bat takes to the controls again, lifting him into the air. It swings over to the dark water, and with a jolt, the motor begins rolling out the cable, slowly lowering him.

Halfway down, it stops, the waves splashing at the man's shoes. "Where's this shipment going?"

"I'm not telling you anything!" Unfased he presses the button continuing to lower him. He doesn't stop it till he's waist deep. "You gonna answer me now?" The man spits a curse at him, and he lowers him further. His face, now being splashed by the waves, makes him struggle coughing when he sucks in water.

He kicks his feet and attempts to pull himself up by his cuffed hands. "OK, cough cough. I'll talk!" He's lifted out of the water and unceremoniously dropped to the deck when the cable is cut. The Bat grabs him by the collar of his shirt. "Where!?"

"We were transporting it to the docks on the other side of the bay where Buscemi's men would place it in van's for further transport. As far as I know, they're taking it upstate to some auction or something."

"Anything else?"

"No, I swear that's all I know about it! I'm just helping get it across the Bay!" Satisfied he knocks the man out. Just in time for the police boats to come rushing in. Gordon stood on the bow of one as it glided in beside the larger vessel. He tossed a line down to him, letting him anchor the two together.

"Where are the drugs?"

"In the holding tanks. Sealed in watertite bags."

"Thanks for the assistance, Batman. I thought you might like to know I have detective Yin guarding Miss y/ln."

"Good, thank you, Commissioner." The sleek shape of the Batboat splashes to a stop next to the vessel, its roof sliding open for him to hop in. Gordon watches as he speeds off into the dark.

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You watch as Yin peeks through the blinds. "You know there's a gala happening tomorrow night."

"Really? Who for?" She comes and sits in the chair acros from you. "It's one of Bruce Wayne's charity galas."

"Huh. You know I've never been to any real fancy parties, let alone something as extravagant as a gala."

"You know we could go together. There'll be plenty of security there, along with most of the police force. So it's not like you'll be in much danger."

"Really? You'd invite me?"

"Yeah, of course! You should at least experience a gala once in your life."

"But I don't have anything to wear."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll fit in one of mine. If you want we can go to my place in the morning so you can try them on."

"Ok, sounds like a plan!"

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In Batcave, once again, Bruce begins his search for this auction. "Who is on your radar tonight master Bruce?"

"Neilson and his men were supposed to transport the drugs across the bay tonight, handing it back over to Buscemi's men to further transport it to some auction upstate."

"The only black market auction I've heard of upstate is the Golden Rose market."

"I'll send an update to Gordon. He can let the local precinct know."

"The galas tomorrow night. Will you be wearing the usual tux, sir?"

"Yes, has Dick chosen his tux yet?"

"I was going to ask him after you."

"How about Barbra? Has Gordon given her the ok to join us?"

"I believe so, but I'll give her a call to make sure."

"I'll be up shortly. I need a shower anyway."

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Bruce let out a sigh as the warm water rained down on him. Deep purple bruises, along with older yellowing ones, peppered his body with the most serious ones on his shoulder and ribs. Hissing he gently washed over the bad bruises and long healed scars. He remembered how he got each one. They reminded him of why he fought for this city. Sure, there were some he got when he couldn't save someone, but most were positives.

He had an old burn on his left arm where he'd saved a child from a burning building. That child was now in high school studying to become a firefighter.

Another jagged scar came from a piece of falling debris as he'd pushed a woman out of the way. He was hit in the back instead of her in the head. It took him several weeks to recover from the ripped flesh. He'd even fought while recovering much to Alfred's dismay.

His thoughts drifted back to you. Back to that night at the club as he watched you dance. You were gorgeous, to say the least, and your thick southern accent was charming. He remembered the way your body moved and how the skimpy outfit hugged your curves. He'd love to feel you against him, his fingers pressing into your plush flesh. Your sweet voice in his ear as he -. Wait, what was he doing!?

He couldn't let you cloud his mind right now as much as he'd love to. He needed to sleep what little he could before the gala tomorrow night. Cutting the water, he grabbed a towel, drying himself off. He stood looking in the misty mirror he'd have to apply some makeup before the gala to cover his visible scars and bruises.

For now, he pulled on his boxers, brushed his teeth, said goodnight to Alfred, and went to bed.

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In the late morning, Detective Yin woke you for breakfast. The scent of bacon and eggs wafted around the safehouse apartment. She handed you a plate with some of both along with a fork and a glass of orange juice. Grogily, you thanked her, taking a seat at the small table.

"You still up for going to the gala tonight?"

"Yeah, I think it'll be good to get my mind off of everything for a while." She nods, taking a sip of her juice.

After breakfast, she escorts you out to her car and drives you to her place. There she helps you pick a dress from her closet. And the rest of the day you watch TV together.

Eventually, the sun sets and the city lights take its place. She helps you get ready, covering your bruises with makeup. The two of you smile as you stand in front of her wall mirror. "We look good! We're gonna be the bells of the ball!"

Her blood red spaghetti strap dress looked great on her. It went well with her black hair and brown eyes. You wore a spaghetti strap maxi slip dress that ended at your ankles. It happened to be one of your favorite colors. She came up behind you, placing a simple necklace around your neck. You both put your hair up simply and headed out.

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Bruce had finished greeting the main guests and took his place at the podium for his speech.

"Hello, everyone. It's great to have you all here. I'm sure you'll all be ecstatic to learn that over the weekend, our charity raised five million dollars. I just want to thank everyone who participated in the fundraiser. Anyone who hasn't yet participated will get one last chance to do so tonight before final closing. It will officially close at midnight, which is also the end of the gala. Once again, thank you for attending, and have a great time!" He lifted his champagne glass in the air, and everyone else did the same, cheering aloud.

With a pained breath, he stepped down from the stage. His ribs were really starting to hurt. He'd taken some painkillers, but either they hadn't kicked in yet, or they weren't strong enough. Sucking it up, he greeted some guests with a smile plastered on his face.

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You and Yin walked inside just as Bruce finished his speech. After grabbing champagne and a small plate of snacks, she took you over to her partner, Ethan Bennett, introducing the two of you. He seemed like a decent guy, and he held your plate when you felt something sticking to the bottom of your shoe. When you stood back up, you came face to face with Bruce Wayne.

Ethan handed you back your plate and slung his arm around Bruce's shoulders. Your keen eyes didn't miss the pained expression and posture Bruce made. It was subtle and quick, but you caught it.

"Detective Yin. Gordon told me you weren't coming?"

"Yeah, well, we both wanted to get out and unwind for a while, and I figured what place is safer in this city than right here."

"And who might you be?" Somehow, that sentence sounded fake, but you couldn't pinpoint why.

"I'm y/n, y/n y/ln. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne." You shake his outstretched hand.

"Please call me Bruce." You simply nod in agreement as Ethan speaks up.

"Would you ladies like a drink?" Yin looks to you for approval, which you give.

"Just a glass of champagne for the both of us. Thanks." He nods, walking away.

Bruce

[whatsabriard]

Watch With Me - Hart to Hart 2x

Episode Title: What Murder?

Original Airdate: November 18, 1980

Synopsis: After witnessing a murder, Jonathan hits his head and loses his memory. As he tries to remember, he starts to suspect he may have had a mistress-- and killed her.

Why this one: Did you read that synopsis? THAT'S WHY.

Favorite Quote: "It isn't every day that a man gets to go to bed with a total stranger who just happens to be his wife."

Keep readingWelcome to season 2.

Amazon Prime has made a mess of this season. It's all out of order. The good news is, it doesn't really matter what order you watch.

This episode enters with Jonathan driving and talking on the phone, being charming to his wife. He promises not to be late to dinner but he has a stop to make.

His stop is at the office of his friend. His friend isn't around, so Jonathan takes a peek through the telescope and sees "alpha centauri, i'd know her anywhere."

which ok guy.

but then he sees the blonde lady get herself murdered AND he sees the face of the killer. He runs to help and runs literally right into a guy on a motorcycle and goes flippy-flying through the air.

he goes ass over teakettle and the guy on the motorcyle gets some wicked, bloody road rash.

at the dinner party, Jennifer is waiting and some friends of hers are making sort of cutting remarks about him being late because they are society hags who are jealous that she taps that on the regular.

Jonathan, meanwhile, is just chilling.

Until he finds a note in his pocket that conveniently has a date and an address.

He finally shows up and Jennifer is relieved and Jonathan is acting weird. The hostess shows up make an off-color joke about Jennifer worrying he was meeting up with some luscious blonde. This triggers a memory for Jonathan, who is like "the fuck".

He's acting pretty weird but he does take a minute to flirt with his wife and tell her she's lovely.

He's a true space cadet, acting noodley in front of his friends and Jennifer is like "my guy what's up? why were you so late?"

and he can't answer cuz he doesn't know.

She asks if he's feeling ok and he says he has a headache and she's ready to leave right then.

"I'm sorry but...who are you?" DUM DUM DUUUUM - he has no memory. He doesn't know who she is. He doesn't know who he is. He doesn't know who anybody is.

Luckily, one of the other guests is a doctor and they check him out. He's got a goose egg on the back of his head.

The doctor's husband brings her medical bag and he's not creepy at all.

So not-creepy that he triggers another flashback. HE WAS THE MAN - IN THE APARTMENT - WITH THE LUSCIOUS BLONDE. But the flash is too fleeting - jonathan cannot catch the thread and it slips through his fingers.

So Jennifer takes him home and introduces him to Freeway and Max.

I love that they have this picture just there.

"Us. Nice looking couple."

Max is really weirded out by all this and actually thinks they're putting him on.

"Geez, Mrs H. Amnesia? I'm sorry Mr H especially for all those great things you ain't remembering." I NeeD A MNUTE.

Jonathan is tired and Jennifer wants to take him to bed, but she's also like "erm. you actually don't know me?"

back at the party, the doctor tells her murderous husband that Jonathan was talking about seeing a blonde woman get killed. Whomp whomp.

At the house, Jennifer is really struggling with the idea of her husband being a virtual stranger. She fumbles about jammies and toothbrushes but she is ready for him to sleep in their bed so she's not too wigged out.

Then the best thing happens. Jonathan, with no memory of who he is, decides now is the perfect time to seduce this perfect stranger who is also his wife.

"We're very happy." You remember? "Not really, but to tell you the truth, looking at you I don't see how it could be otherwise." Maybe you ought to remember to forget more often.

So anyway, they have sex. Because why not?

Next morning, they find out where he left the car. So thus begins the big mystery of finding out what happened to him.

Max wonders if he broke the skin anywhere because he found blood on his suit. Oh no.

At t he car, they realize they're right by the office of their friend (who is the murderer. his name is drew)

Jonathan has some flashbacks of the apartment building across the street but Drew is like "oh I don't know anything and I don't think amnesia is contagious".

Jonathan is still very fixated on the apartment building. He remembers there was a yellow umbrella on her balcony and he finds it with Max's binoculars.

At the door of the mystery blonde's apartment, Jonathan remembers enough to pick the lock. inside he sees a bird statue that he remembers.

He also finds some blood on the carpet. Jennifer asks him who's blood it is and he says "the woman" and she's like "how do you know?"

But they're interrupted but someone else in the apartment.

TUSSLE.

chest hair.

this guy is the blonde's brother - he can't get a hold of her.

He says she was looking for trouble - fooling around with a married guy. "Are you the rich dude that's been keeping my sister?"

OOF.

The police show up and jonathan is pretty annoying with what he knows and doesn't know, pissing off the cop. He knows the blonde won't just show up. He knows she's dead.

At home, the kids are finishing up a nice dinner on the patio, wearing complimentary outfits in blue.

Jonathan wants to know if Jennifer could ever imagine that he would cheat on her.

"I don't think so."

"How would you know?"

"I'd know."

She then asks if he thinks he knew the blonde and he literally says "In the blblical sense?" In ANY sense.

Also, there was blood on his handkerchief - does he know how it got there?

But he just doesn't remember and it starts to beat him down.

So Jennifer tells him that she loves him, and that's all he has to remember.

A the killer's house, the killer is looking through his wife's medical text books and reading up about drugs.

His wife comes in and they bicker which reveals just how bad of shape their marriage is in.

He asks that she leave the keys to her drug cabinet so she does, even though she tells him he should take just take aspirin.

she tells him that Jonathan is starting to get his memory back, which is a good sign.

She's basically lying because I was just with the Harts and he doesn't remember shit.

At the house, Jonathan is bonding with Freeway. Jennifer has to go run errands but he opts to stay home and bond with Max. While wearing his stupid little ascot.

Max reminds him about going to a basketball game recently and then tells Mr H they go back a long time, even before Jennifer.

"What about her?" he asks, even though he has already tapped that with an A++ seduction.

Max tells him that she's the best thing that ever happened to the both of them.

MAX GAVE JONATHAN AWAY AT THEIR WEDDING . I NEED ANOTHER MINUTE.

"42 points" jonathan says. He remembers the game and that Jennifer got thrown out for unsportsman like conduct. lmao.

the bad guy wants to meet Jonathan for drinks.

So they got to Mining Company. Not sure if it's Pomona Valley or Orange County but either way, they didn't actually film inside because the inside decor is nautical.

Killer Drew brings Jonathan some drugs that he urges Jonathan to take with his adult beverage. Killer drew is a bad man.

He wants to know if Jonathan remembers anything.He doesn't.

Jonathan asks Killer Drew if Jonathan was the kind of guy who had a side chick.

Killer Drew, in a flood of honesty, is like NO WAY YA'LL ARE IN SO MUCH LOVE but then he's like "i guess. I don't actually know."

Jonathan starts to zone out because of the drugs and Killer Drew is very helpful getting him into his car.

The last time I was at a mining co it was after my grandpa's funeral and it was orange county. I honestly think they're in pomona but who knows. NOBODY actually cares but me.

Anyway, Jonathan is driving all crazy because he's passing out behind the wheel.

eventually he screeches to a halt right on the edge of a cliff.

Jennifer and Max head out to look for Jonathan who has been missing for a while now.

Jonathan wakes up in his car, still having memory flashes, so he heads back to the apartment building and stops at Killer Drew's office to look through the telescope.

his memory suddenly returns and then!

Jennifer!

Killer Drew starts monologuing to Jennifer and tells her everything, including that Jonathan is dead cuz drew drugged him.

Meanwhile, Jonathan is running to the apartment much like he did that first time and yells at Max to call the coppers.

Killer Drew takes Jennifer to the roof. There's a pool up there!

He wants it to look like Jennifer is grief stricken to realize her husband is having an affair and leaps off the roof of the building.

there are some really bad stunt doubles in this fight scene.

as always, Jonathan beats the bad guy's ass and they fall into the pool

when he climbs out of the pool after the fight, he calls Jennifer Darling...which. means he has his memory back! yay!

in the closing scene, there is a lot of chest hair as the couple makes light of Jonathan's amnesia.

"maybe we should do something to arouse your memory."

they have sex again, ofc.

[brooklynislandgirl]

37!

Me In The Mirror || Accepting

37. What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

This might seem like a date. Ben is dressed in semi-casual wear, a little more formal than she would expect from a teacher ~the stripes of the button down matches his eyes and the darker blue of his blazer emphasises the breadth of his shoulders but at least he's not wearing a tie~ and she's well... she's Beth. Rust coloured broom skirt that brushes the tops of her feet when she stands and Birks beneath on her feet. A deep forest green tank-top and soft knee length knit cardigan. She made sure she didn't smell like the hospital, that she wasn't wearing her ID card, but in all fairness, she'd ditched the blonde wig. One of the things she liked is that he didn't comment on it when she turned up though she was sure there was one raised brow and some avid curiosity. They sipped their way through at least a pot of coffee and witty banter. And sure enough they found themselves slightly less grief-filled than before. It is becoming a habit, she thinks, and this is the third time that they've met up. She'd just needled him about making interesting conversation when it seemed as if he was about to ask her about her actual life when the small talk had come to a natural conclusion, and when Ben rises to a challenge? He certainly does it in style, doesn't he? She can't say which of them blushes all the more as she nods, not letting her gaze wander up much passed his chin. She holds her hands up, fingers splayed and palms toward him. She smiles a tight, close-lipped smile and murmurs when it fades. "See, that's the thing about secrets, isn't it? If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret any more." Oh, she's fully aware that it's disingenuous. She also recognises that's unfair, when Ben has been nothing but forthcoming with her. She fortifies herself with a sip from her cup. "I suppose I'd not tell them about any doubts I might have about them or me. No one really likes to hear that kind of thing and well, I guess if I eventually have one, I'd be very careful about trying to keep one." Two secrets in one; that she is so very full of doubt about everything, and the fact that she's never had a romantic partner much less a serious one. She's hoping he lets it go or didn't catch it. "Your turn, Tallmadge. Are you the kind of guy who acts on his immediate emotions, or do you wait for facts or a first move before acting?"

[lacontroller1991]

Hanky Panky (Bionic Exile Drabble)

Requested by @fairchildflag: 14. "How do you feel about two at once?" with Rick Flag and Takeshi Kovacs 😏

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Warnings: polyamorous relationship, LIME 18+, language, sexual innuendos, a lil hanky panky at the bar, drinking

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You can feel their eyes on you before you see them. It's a game they came up with. All three of you, go to a crowded bar, who ever finds one another first is in control for the night. And even though you can't see them, you know they can see you. "Shit."

A large hand wraps around your shoulders as another sets a drink down next to you. "You know what this means, right?" You turn around in your stool and peel off your fake wig before looking at Tak and Rick, both sporting identical shit eating grins.

"No, what does it mean?" You play along with the game, knowing that either way it's going to end in a night of ecstasy.

"It means, princess, we're going to do whatever the fuck we want to do," you feel Tak's hand slowly begin to trace the inside of your thighs and if it weren't for Rick's broad frame standing behind you, you probably would've fallen over.

"And what we want to do, we want you to scream our names," Rick's breath is hot against your ear as he lightly nips at the lobe before moving to lean against the bar top.

"How'd you guys find me?" You ask the pair through gritted teeth, trying to suppress a moan as Rick's hand joins Tak's beneath your skirt.

"Blonde don't look good on you, baby. Stuck out like a sore thumb."

"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have listened to Harley. She said you guys wouldn't be able to find me."

"You decided to listen to Harls? That's your own fault, darlin'." Rick chuckles taking a sip of his beer while his other hand continues messaging your inner thigh. Meanwhile, Tak's hand slowly creeps closer and closer to where you want it.

"We were wondering," he begins, stealing your concentration as Rick listens in on his partner. "How do you feel about two at once?"

Tak doesn't even try to lower his voice and his question has a couple of people turning their heads to look at you and your boys. "You know how I feel about it."

"Then why don't we get outta here, go somewhere more.... private."

"Where did you have in mind, Colonel?" Rick and Tak exchange a knowing glance before their attention turns back to you.

"Waller's office."

"You guys, that's suicide."

"Meh, that's what we're known for," Tak extends his hand for you to take as he helps you down from the stool. "Plus, risk of being caught could be fun."

"Ricky, was this your idea?"

"Nah, we've been wanting to do this for a while."

"Well then," you slam back your drink. "What are we waiting for?"

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[rainandandy]

Szabadság tér 16 (Yelena Belova x reader)

Words: 1,117

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader, Yelena Belova x you

Summary: While in the safe house, you and Yelena go on a grocery run, but she gets distracted by the flower stall.

Budapest is a very warm city in the summer. It was not enough that you wanted to throw yourself out of the window of the seven storey building, but enough that you annoyed Yelena enough that she fanned you with some papers. You were both holed up in a safe house in Budapest together at the time. She had freed almost all of the black widows left behind after Dreykov's demise, but her last mission had gone awry and now she was being hunted by a few different state police forces.

Even though staying inside during this weather was almost unbearable, the bath served as a mini swimming pool and the small refrigerator served as an a/c unit. On the nights when the city would quieten down, she would push the mattress to the window, so you could count the stars with a cool breeze blowing over you.

She had been given a safe house by Mason and he had stocked it with medicine, supplies and food to last her a few weeks. When Yelena's wounds became infected and she asked for you to be the only person to take care of her, he personally flew you out. Now, it had been a few weeks, and the supplies were getting low. Even though you both knew it was the right thing to do, leaving was as dangerous as it could possibly be.

You brought Yelena some stuff to disguise her with. In order to conceal her blonde hair, she wore a black wig, a hoodie, sunglasses. Who am I, exactly? Clark Kent? As you brushed the wig into place, Yelena moaned, "This won't work.". She looked fine, but you liked her blonde better because she was more fun. As you handed her the sunglasses, you complimented her, "I think you look cute.".

We'll have to get black hair dye then, I guess."

"Nono!She smirked, knowing you loved her blonde hair. She surveyed her reflection and fixed a few bits of her hair. Picking up the concealer, you made your way to the girl to fix her yellowing bruise. I always have to take care of my poor baby girl".

"You should see the other guy." She laughed and pecked your nose and lips. At her affection, your smile grew. She would be the death of you. Her hand was in yours as you grabbed your bag and walked out of the room.

“We need a safe word,” Yelena started to explain. “For what? It’s not sex, just shopping” You laughed but her sudden serious tone made you listen. “No, just in case we see something that could be potentially dangerous and it is not safe for you”

“For me? You are still recovering, you are not strong enough to fight at this point"

“No, but I can fight them off and keep you safe until you get to the safe house” She kissed the knuckles on your hand as you descended the winding staircase together. It was your instinct to roll your eyes at the idea of her becoming your white knight. The last thing you would expect is for her to put herself in danger for you, though you would do it in a heartbeat for her. "Squash! Yes, squash!"", she nearly shouted as she reached the bottom step of the staircase.

"Pardon me?" you asked, her big smile beaming at you. Our safe word will be squash. When we hear squash, we leave. You can count on her to do anything to protect you.

You and Yelena could get all the necessities you needed at the nearby penny mart, which was only around the corner from the safe house. Yelena went straight for the junk food aisle when you were inside the grocery store, even though you had made a little list on a scrap of paper of all the things you needed. Her non-hurt arm was holding a small red basket containing chocolates and gummies that was filled with candy. "Yelena no, no, no!" You growled at the spy as she rolled her eyes and stumbled over to the fresh fruit and vegetables. Foods from the list were added and ticked off as you placed them in the cart. As you saw the pale yellow vegetable, you asked Yelena, "Do we need that today, sweetie?" pointing at it.

Yelena’s eyes, who were scanning each customer in the shop, snapped to the vegetable and then rolled far too dramatically for your liking. “Not yet, but if you’re not careful, I will make you scream it later”.

After smirking back at the moany assassin, you walked over to the frozen aisle to pick up a few chicken nuggets to satisfy her. As you were close to finishing, you noticed that Yelena was nowhere to be seen. In the aisles you walked back and forth without spotting any sign of your girlfriend and your mind started to race with all the thoughts of what could have happened. It is possible that someone could have seen her and taken her just like that. There would be no way for you to track her down. She was just gone. While the panic set in, you were quickly repeating the word squash over and over to yourself.

Then you heard giggling coming from the front of the store. Walking up, it was evident Yelena was chatting with a child at the flower stand. There are roses, tulips, sunflowers, lilies, and all other kinds of beautiful flowers you can't possibly name. She took the sunflower and ran the petals on the young girl's nose, and as she giggled, Yelena's smile grew bigger and bigger.

Since she has lost so much of her childhood and she is frantically trying to cling to the memories she has of Ohio, she is only capable of showing kindness to children. She complimented the blond child, "This one smells just like you", she picked up the rose and held it out so the little one could smell it as well. As you watched Yelena interact with someone she was genuinely happy to talk to, you felt your heart melt. You didn't have to worry for a second that they were going to hurt her in any way. It was really amazing to see how open she became around children, and you hoped that she would be like that when you had kids, if you two were to have children of our own.

She smiled at you as she went over to pick up a bouquet of flowers and made her way to meet you at the cashier desk, where you were waiting. Her eyes twinkled and she winked at you, "I have a new friend.". There was a moment in which you joked to her, "I see. Maybe I'll leave the safe house and you two can play together", you responded. It seems to me like I can only play with you tonight," she said smirking, and you can bet you would have a lot of fun in bed with her.

[pedropascalunofficial]

Pedro Pascal and Lena Headey

Head to head interview

Hunger Magazine, Issue 6. Released December 28, 2014. Photoshoot October 15, 2013.

Thirteen million. That's the number of people, on average, who tuned into each episode of the third season of Game of Thrones. Among them was Chilean actor Pedro Pascal, who was as enthralled by the sex and slaughter as the rest of us. But little did he know that within a few months he'd be pitching up on the shores of Belfast to join the cast as Oberyn Martell, affectionately known as the Red Viper. Sound ominous? It is. The Red Viper is GoTs newest anti-hero, “sexy and charming but driven by hate”. Sounds like he'll be right at home.

Pedro, on the other hand, though he looks good on paper, wasn't the obvious choice for the role. Expecting a big name to ride into King’s Landing, the show's fans took to forums to express their concerns as soon as the news broke. So is he worried? Like hell he is. “The fans had the part cast in their minds already. They knew who they wanted and it certainly was not me. But I'm not stupid, | presumed that people were going to say ‘who the fuck is this guy’. Since I anticipated the reaction it didn't throw me off.”

“There are so many different ways to go into battle with yourself when you're trying to get a job. I felt a certain amount of pressure because I wanted to make everyone happy. The fan base is so specific and, as a fan myself, I understand the relationship that they have with the show. The Red Viper is the best part I've ever played, and in season four shocks come at the most unexpected times. You might think you know, but you have no idea,” he explains.

Looks like the Red Viper could be in line to fill a Walter-White-sized-hole in television, but to test the theory we pit Pascal against Lena Headey, aka the Queen. Because if you can come away from Cersei unscathed, you can handle anything.

LH: So, Pedro, you come into Game of Thrones in season four, playing a pretty major character. Does that fill you with joy or dread?

PP: I'd say it fills me with joy because it’s a really fucking fun part. He’s a badass. He comes up against a lot of the main characters in the show. I'm very aware of the show. I watch it like a fan.

LH: Were you a fan before you arrived in Belfast?

PP: Yeah, I was a proper fan. I was caught up in the drama of it before I even auditioned for the part. I was already up to speed.

LH: I remember meeting you and thinking, “he fucking loves the show’.

PP: I kissed your ass.

LH: Well, it worked. We're friends now.

PP: I was like a tourist visiting the set, and yet I had to act with you and be in a scene with the characters that I had such a specific association with already.

LH: So you’re saying it’s boring?

PP: No, it wasn’t boring at all. It was extremely, relentlessly surreal.

LH: And who were your favourite characters up until that point?

PP: Not you.

LH: I realise that!

PP: There are too many characters to have a favourite, but I was fascinated by the Lannisters because they're so frightening. They scared me and then you would come in and pull sympathy from your audience somehow, and I found that rather fascinating. The Northerners were so easy to like or get behind, but it was quite something to see people sympathise with a Lannister, after you made people see things from their perspective.

LH: Speaking of being slightly ambiguous as a character, you come in as a major player and a very well-loved character in the eyes of people who read the books, and he’s somewhat of an anti-hero. Did you base him on anyone?

PP: What does an anti-hero mean exactly?

LH: It means he doesn't wear deodorant, doesn't it? [Laughs]. Someone you shouldn't champion, but you do, like Walter White in Breaking Bad.

PP: No, | didn’t really base him on anyone.

LH: Did you take anything from classic movies that you thought you could use and spin to your advantage playing the Red Viper?

PP: God, that’s a good question. I probably did subconsciously. Now I feel under the spotlight because I need to think of somebody, and I have so many in my mind! I think that’s something that is happening a lot in TV today: the anti-heroes are central to these television shows, and people are really getting behind them, even though they're not necessarily the most moral characters. So I'd say that ‘ve become more familiar with the character who's obviously very flawed but gets you on their side — you have complicated feelings about them. But I think I saw the story too much from this character's perspective to perceive any flaws.

LH: He has some.

PP: I know, from the outside. But I don't see any of them. What are his flaws?

LH: His flaws? He's a dirty bastard!

PP: Why is he a dirty bastard? He likes to fucking fight, for sure.

LH: Back to you as an actor. You've done it for a long time and, as we all know, the path is not always golden, and sometimes you think, “fuck it” and you want to leave it and do something else. Have there been moments where you wanted to give up?

PP: Yes, there have been moments where I came very close to giving up. But I never had anything to fall back on. I think you can understand that.

LH: Because were stupid?

PP: We're stupid.

LH: I can't even make pizza!

PP: We don’t have any other skills.

LH: None at all!

PP: And that’s the odd conundrum. You get to a point where you think, “This isn’t going to happen. This isn’t sustainable. I'm too exhausted, and it can't be good for me.” There were moments where I truly did try to formulate an idea of what I'd do. I thought I'd go back to school, start pre-med again and go to medical school or something like that.

LH: But that didn't happen, you just thought about it?

PP: Yes, I'd have thoughts, but it was still fantasy really. But at the time it felt like a practical life plan. Do you know what I mean?

LH: Yeah of course, you need to pay the fucking rent.

PP: Exactly. You just try to escape from the chaos of what you're feeling by trying to create order in your life. Order seems like a solution to save you from the pain of acting!

LH: It's a mental pain. Who was the first person you called when you got the role?

PP: My sister.

LH: Does she watch the show?

PP: Yes, she does.

LH: Pedro Pascal... or Pablo as I called you when I had too much wine, which was deeply insulting.

PP: Even family members have done that to me! Do I look more like a Pablo? Because it happens with about ninety-five percent of the people I meet.

LH: No, I think I’m just an ignorant drunk person.

PP: No, you were an ignorant drunk person that night is what you're saying.

LH: And now I’m educated.

PP: [Whispers] But | want you to call me Pablo.

LH: Ok, Pablo! When you first arrived on set in Northern Ireland, what was your feeling showing up to a bunch of British actors? Did it feel different to doing an American project?

PP: Yes, but I loved it. It wasn’t intimidating. I found it surreal because I’d watched and loved the show. I hadn't had the opportunity to work on something that I was really familiar with before, so it was overwhelming. But it was far more delightful than intimidating. Also you guys were really cool. Everyone was friendly.

LH: Oh, that’s just fake.

PP: Well, you guys were good at it!

LH: We know Game of Thrones is very popular obviously. Do you have any thoughts, or fears, about what this is going to bring you in terms of exposure?

PP: I have hope.

LH: Oh, God. I don’t mean to shatter that, but give it up.

PP: I don’t know really. It’s all been filmed, and now I'm back to my normal routine, so I haven't really thought about it. I remember when we finished filming and we were on our way to the airport, you asked me, “How does it feel you're all done?” and I couldn't really answer.

LH: You were quite emotional that day.

PP: I was very emotional because I’d had such an amazing time doing the part. Also just being there immersed in the experience... You described it to me best. You told me how I'd be feeling.

LH: We don't know your character's backstory when you enter the show, and you have some rather brutal scenes. Anyone who has read the books will know what I’m talking about.

PP: My character comes in, he stirs a bunch of shit up, and then he makes this fucking enormous exit. Now can | ask you a question?

LH: What is it? I’m not going to sleep with you. Give it up.

PP: Oh, come on! This has gone to shit and it’s your fault, so good luck to whoever has to edit it! But anyway, sometimes I'd hang out with the cast members and we'd go to dinner and they would get stopped constantly. There was no denying who they played because they were so recognisable, but you got away with it because you have this beautiful blonde wig on in the show, and in real life you are...

LH: Grey?

PP: {Laughs] No! You have beautiful chestnut hair! Is it liberating to not be recognised the way some of the other cast members are?

LH: Yes, it is liberating.

PP: Liberating being able to walk down an alley in Dubrovnik without being stopped?

LH: Yes, except sometimes | get recognised in the weirdest places. A woman was emptying my bag at Heathrow Airport's security gates and just went, “Are you the Queen?” while rummaging through my underwear. It was so fucking weird.

PP: It seems they're more respectful to you?

LH: Because they're frightened. Wait until they meet the Viper.

PP: Well, that covers it.

LH: I think we're going to get our own show out of this, you know

Interested in learning more about Pedro? Check out Pedro Pascal Unofficial on Pinterest!

[onlyhenrys]

Requested by @ly--canthrope , I really hope this is what you had in mind 🙈

You let out a quiet sigh as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You let your hands roam over your body, feeling the material of the tight dress, the heavy corset who made it so hard to breath and the blonde wig that covered your own hair. All necessary to get into the role of Aylena Queens. A human girl in a world full of witchers, witches, dwarfs, elves, werewolves, vampires and other monsters. 2 months ago you got a call from your manager asking if you would be interested in a guest role for the second season of the witcher, you being a huge fan of the show, agreed immediately and here you were.

This was your third week on the witcher set, that time on and off set mostly spent with Henry Cavill. Henry was one of your first celebrity crushes and you couldn't help but laugh at the memory of your first meeting with him. He was in his full Geralt costume and scared the shit out of you while using the bathroom. Your first conversation with him included a lot of blushing and stuttering from your side and a lot of charming smiles and reassuring words from his side. Luckily you were able to put your crush aside while working with him and the two of you had a lot of fun together in between takes. You found yourself liking him more and more, the better you got to know him. He turned out to be very down to earth and friendly teddy bear, who loved to hug and had a great sense of humor.

You got ripped from your thoughts by a quick knock on the door. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and turned to open the door, revealing a patiently waiting Henry/Geralt.

''Hey, you're quick, it usually takes at least 2 hours, it's only been an hour.'' You said over your shoulder, while letting Henry into your trailer.

Henry made himself comfortable on your couch, following you with his yellow eyes while you roam around the trailer, picking up fallen clothes.

''Yeah, I asked them to hurry up a little so we can get to our scene as soon as possible.'' His voice got a little softer as he continued. ''I just want to get over it, I don't like the scene.''

You turned around in surprise when you heard his words. Henry wasn't one to complain, especially not about the script. You couldn't say you blame him. Today's scene was pretty intense and you had some sleepless nights about it.

''I can't blame you, I'm not sure if I'm okay with the scene to be honest. It's very dark.''

You turned back around to grab your phone from the dresser, missing the worried look that Henry sent you. You took a deep breath and turned to face Henry. ''Are you ready to go?''

Henry let out a low chuckle while getting up from the couch, sending shivers down your back. ''No, but do we really have a choice?''

Henry opened the door of the trailer but didn't walk outside, confusing you. You playfully shoved his shoulder. ''Move big guy, or we're going to be late.'' You let out a laugh and sidestepped him to walk outside. You could feel his presence behind you, getting closer. You closed your eyes for a second, breathing the fresh morning air in. A strong arm wrapped itself around your shoulder, pressing you against an even stronger body. You could feel the heat radiating from Henry's body as you wrapped your own arm around his waist, getting closer to him before resuming both your paths to the set.

''Damn y/n, you look dashing today!'' You unwrapped yourself from Henry to walk to the person who called out to you, your friend Joey. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, giving him a tight squeeze.

''Jo! What are you doing here?'' You were curious. ''You aren't filming today.''

Joey chuckled and let you go to lean in and hug Henry. ''No, but I read the script and wanted to see the two of you act out this scene because....'' He gestured between Henry and you. ''The chemistry between the two of you is amazing.''

Henry slapped Joey on the back. ''Thanks for the support mate, we're going to need it, it's a tough one.'' You left the two of them to talk and decided to walk up to Freya and Lauren who looked up as you approached.

''Ah great you're here. We're starting a little earlier today, so we have enough time to get this scene done.'' Lauren took a closer look at you, frowning a little. ''Are you okay y/n?''

You just nodded and took a deep breath, trying to get into character. From the corner of your eye, you could see how Henry was doing the same thing, taking a deep breath before taking place on his mark in front of you. You showed a strained smile and tried to shake your shoulders a little loose.

''Okay, Henry, ready?'' Henry softly nodded, not taking his eyes of you. ''Great, y/n, ready?'' you felt like crying, but nodded anyway. ''3...2...1... and .....action!''

''I don't know what to say to you Aylena. I'm a witcher, I don't feel the way you do. I thought you knew that. I told you from the beginning that I wouldn't stay forever, that I was going to hurt you.'' Geralt took a step towards Aylena.

Aylena took a deep breath and shook her head. ''I thought I was changing your mind. I thought you were falling for me, the way I'm falling for you.'' her voice started to fade. ''I love you Geralt.''

You felt yourself tear up, felt your throat getting tight. This was your biggest fear, not being able to separate fiction from reality. You knew this scene would be hard to shoot. Getting to hear Henry/Geralt say those lines gave you flashbacks to another time, to another you. A you that got hurt so bad that you had to move and start over. You could feel your hands starting to shake, felt how your heartbeat was picking up speed.

''I wish I could Aylena, but the truth is, I can't. I can't and I won't love you. Not now, not ever.....

You couldn't take it anymore. You let out an heartbreaking sob and ran. You could hear your name being yelled, but didn't look back. Tears were streaming down your face, making your make up run down your eyes. You quickly let yourself into your trailer before sliding down the wall. You pulled your knees up and wrapped your arms around them. You were so ashamedof what happened. You were a professional for god's sake, a professional that was going to be fired after what you just pulled.

Another sob raked through your body, as you dropped your head on your knees. You stayed curled up like that for a while, almost missing the soft knock on your door.

''y/n? Are you in there?'' You would recognize that voice everywhere. ''Can I come in please?''

You let out a muffled ''Yes'' and shifted a little away from the door, still hiding your face. Heavy footsteps stepped into your trailer, pausing as the person took you in, before letting out a sigh, lowering himself down next to you.

"Can I touch you?" His quiet voice filled the room. The question took you by surprise and you slowly lifted your head to look at his face. The raw emotion on his face startled you, but you still nodded, trusting him completely. He shifted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against him. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest, a sob building it's way up your throat.

"I'm sorry Henry, I'm so sorry." You tears were now streaming down your face, wetting Henry's costume.

"Shhhh, it's okay y/n, you have nothing to be sorry about, it's okay." He held on a little tighter, giving you a feeling of coming home. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You shook your head, pressing yourself a little closer in his chest. "No, I don't think I can, at least not now. Are they angry at me? Am I fired?"

You could feel Henry's chest vibrating as he let out a chuckle. "No, not mad. Slightly worried tho, you ran off pretty quick. But definitely not fired."

You took your head off his chest to look at him. "Why did you follow me? Why are you here Henry."

Henry gave you a long look before answering. "Because I wanted to make sure you were alright. Because I care a great deal about you and it scared me to see you run off like that."

You looked at his arms, still wrapped around you and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, taking his breath away. "Thank you Henry, for caring while no one else did. And coming to find me." You laid your head back on his chest and inhaled his scent, being content by just sitting next to the man you loved.

[rosaline-kei]

Oh my god that yandere armin x mikasa fanfic was sooooo good. Reading that really brightened up my day thank you for taking my request! I realllyy can't wait for part 2!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan nor its characters.

Title: Yandere

parts: 2/2

Synopsis:  Unknown to everyone but his victims, there’s a side to Armin that he dedicates to protecting his beloved.

Requested By: @bobfregmegler

If it's ok may i request a yandere!armin x mikasa fanfic set in the aot world? If that's comfortable for you of course.. I loved your fanfic, Bared and I am in desperate need of some arumika content.

Rated: T / M (I’m not that sure; but it’s a fanfic about yandere so there’s that. Read it at your own risk. I might finalize the overall rating depending on the second part.)

Pairings: Armin Arlert / Mikasa Ackerman

Read it also on / Please Leave a Review at: my Ao3 / FF net (might post there soon.)

A/N: Thank you for liking it! Here’s the second and final part. I hope you’ll enjoy it <3. There’s a slight twist at the end?? Sorta. It’s up to your personal interpretation.

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Mikasa could handle her own, Armin knew. Alongside her striking beauty, was her prowess in pure, physical strength. But, that didn’t mean Armin should lower his guard.

It didn’t mean he shouldn’t protect her.

Scanning the crowded room, it didn’t take him long to spot them. Not when the herd of uncivilised barbarians stuck out like a sore thumb, with their yapping and hollering; their disruptive noises that dared ruin his serenity.

They were sitting together, and aside from all the chaos that erupted from their mouths, reverberating about, they were enjoying the sight of voluptuous women putting on a performance in front of them while wolfing down their bottles of beer. The next thing Armin knew, he was eavesdropping.

“What a show!” One of them exclaimed enthusiastically before clapping, “Too bad it wasn’t that oriental lady! Ahh! What a waste, I tell ya!” Armin tensed, his hand diving into the secret compartment of his jacket, searching impatiently for his dagger.

Wait, no… Control. He reminded, hand abruptly halting in its search. Upright killing them in this crowd is silly… and luring them out might take too long… I don’t want to keep Mikasa waiting. He considered. That only leaves one other option…

“Do yer’ think we can get a grab of her? I saw her enter that motel nearby…” His friend hiccupped, taking another swig of alcohol. Cheeks flustering; not because of the alcohol, though. Armin felt his stomach twist. “Her friend looks like a puny piece of shit anyway…” A smirk decorated the blonde’s expression.

“Ha! Why not?” He smirked deviously, “You don’t see Orientals these days… and can yer’ get us a little more alcohol pal? The encore’s gonna start! And then after… I’ll gather the boys and…” The revolting, impure look said it all, and that was enough eavesdropping for Armin, who felt his patience and control thinning; the taut thread waiting to just… snap!

I’ll kill you. He swallowed, eying his prey that departed from the pack, staggering towards the counter, bargaining with the bartender for another few bottles. He waited, as much as it pained him, he waited, for the right moment. To make the right move.

Luck seemed to be on his side, given how his doltish and stupid prey appeared to be distracted, his attention being directed towards a pig-tailed brunette who revealed a little too much. Watching his mouth water as he slid himself toward the brunette infuriated Armin; did he think about Mikasa like that, too? His Mikasa?

Control. Control. Armin, you can’t let loose, yet. He reprimanded himself, shaking his head, recalibrating himself. Before he knew it, the ugly drunkard and the lady got themselves entangled, swaying back into the crowd.

Perfect.

“OI!” The bartender yelled at the man, who clearly forgotten his order. “YOUR DRI—”

“I’ll deliver it to them!” Armin exclaimed in an awfully high-pitched tone, eyes fluttering as he emerged from the shadows, twirling his way in front of the bartender who looked at the blonde questioningly. “Oh, come on, I don’t wanna keep them waiting! I want to impress them!” He had his lips pouted out, arms crossed, internally praying he’d buy this gimmick. If he could pass off as Historia with a wig and a skirt, this shouldn’t be that much of an issue. Besides, based on his intuition and gut, this particular bartender didn’t seem like the sharpest man out there; he appeared to be more flippant and frivolous.

“Whatever… I’ve seen too much shit, and I’m not paid enough.” He waved his hand dismissively at Armin, evidently fed-up with whatever he had going on in his life. Not that Armin cared though. He was just grateful that his intuition was right.

“Thank youuuu!” He squeaked, smiling all too brightly, before carrying the tray of beers away.

To a secluded corner, where the edges of his smile sunk, grimly settling into a frown

Quietly, he removed a vial containing a form of floral poison he had extracted from a flower not too long ago. It was back when they resided in the woods with the rest of the squad, when he accompanied Mikasa one day to gather wood.

“Careful!” She warned when the blonde nearly trampled on a patch of violet blossoms. “Those are poisonous…” She explained, before rambling on about how her late mother once told her how these killer flowers were commonly mistaken for another more innocent breed, and how it would irritate your skin, possibly leaving long-lasting scars if you got too close to it. “Poisonous, huh?” Armin said, intrigued. How… useful. He didn’t say that out-loud. And it didn’t take Armin long to find out the effects of consuming such a deadly little thing. (How he found out, Armin didn’t have the time to recall his experimentation).

Cautiously, he dripped the deadly liquid into each of the beer mugs, letting it swim and camouflage in the yellow drink, staying hidden, awaiting to strike when indulged. Luckily I brought this along… You never know what trespassers you’ll meet. He noted to himself, eying the idiotic bunch.

Taking a deep breath, he continued with his performance.

“Heeeyyyy sirs!” Armin chirped as he skipped his way to the hooligans, wearing a cheeky smile as he set the venomous tray down.

He watched as their eyes watched him carefully, and as he had anticipated, they were too intoxicated to even remember who he was, or the fact that he wasn’t a woman. “Ehhh? What happened to t—”

“Ah, who cares? That bastard’s probably humped himself elsewhere. Tsk!” The man spat, unconcerned with the disappearance of his other friend. “Besidesss,” He droned out, shooting an inappropriate look towards Armin’s direction, licking his lips ravenously. “We got a flat babe here to fool with before we chase the Oriental… c’mon, join us—”

“You should drink first!” Armin insisted, arms and legs both crossed as he continued, “I wanna go wear my specciiaaalll bunny costume for you… delightful men…and maybe get a couple of my friend to join, after all, you guys seem like charming folk!” He persuaded, a slight whine echoing towards the end of his statement.

“Bunny costume eh?” He watched as their face twisted into something nauseating as they let their fantasies run wild.

Disgusting. Impure.—Those were words Armin associated with people like them; people that dared cross that line. Fortunately for him, they’d never have the chance to inflict those fantasies on Mikasa. Not after this.

“Be right back!” He giggled, stepping back into the crowd as they raised their jugs, exclaiming eagerly that they have scored one, before chugging all of it down.

“Drunkard fools.” He uttered under his breath, his giggling and cheerful appearance alike coming to a halt, replaced by a cruel yet excited look. Alas, Armin began the countdown.

10.

He watched as they continued chattering amongst themselves, full of corrupted exhilaration as they waited for Armin to supposedly return with toys and goods for them to exploit.

9, 8.

He watched them starting to shift uncomfortably, something itched.

7,6.

Something was set ablaze in their throats, they first shrugged it off as the burning aftermath of alcohol at 7, but at 6, they started to drown themselves with beer, then water in hopes of extinguishing whatever was burning.

5,4.

Then, the world spun before darkness enveloped some of them. The others who were still stubbornly fighting against the flame, refusing to surrender to their abrupt fate, dropped to the ground, one by one, choking. No one paid too much attention, having either assumed they drank one too many bottles or were too engrossed with the music; with their dance to debauchery.

3.

They gasped for air. Pathetically, helplessly. Armin watched with elatedness, although he was a little disappointed with himself that he had given them a quick and easy death. If he hadn’t promised Mikasa that he was to be back within forty-five minutes, perhaps blood would’ve been spilled. Perhaps he’d have something else schemed, to drag out their death, to make it excruciating. Ahhh! What a missed opportunity! He couldn’t help but think as he bit his lip, watching their deaths unfold.

2.

Everything became numb, from their flesh right to their bones. Everything became limp; everything, all their nerves started to relax itself—settling them down into an ugly afterlife or hell. That was what they deserve.

1.

Death washed them over, stilling them completely. P-e-r-f-e-c-t. Armin hummed, pleased by the results. Turning away, he snuck his way to the back-exit before anyone could notice that they were, in all actuality, dead.

I can’t believe I had to use that high-pitched tone… ahhhh! How embarrassing! Not to mention, I still have to buy bread... what a troublesome day! He huffed calmly, taking a glance at his watch. I have eighteen minutes left… geez, time flies too fast…Ah! I should get some bread for Mikasa too! He smiled, rubbing the hand that Mikasa touched, feeling and embracing her lingering warmth. I should hurry…

He wanted to see her, quickly. To gaze at her undying beauty, inhale the sweet scene her entire being emanated, perhaps to even embrace her… to lay next to her—if Mikasa’s offer was still on the table; he wouldn’t force anything on her.

Never.

“Ah… I wonder if they have the bread Mikasa likes—”

Having been too engrossed in his thoughts about the raven, he had failed to pick-up the approaching, threatening steps that headed towards his direction; failed to be aware of his surroundings.

He had carelessly fallen prey, his words cut off when a bloody barbarian shoved him against the wall face-front, gripping both his hands.

“Y-YOU…! YOU MURDERED THEM RIGHT?!”

Ah, right. Him.

It wasn’t Armin’s intention to keep him alive out of his own good heart, he thought it’d be humorous to let him be the only one living while his other friends died. It was wicked, sure. But in his mind, it was his own fault for being so careless to leave the drinks right there, in his reach—and maybe Armin would’ve sincerely thanked him for that, if he hadn’t touched that hand.

“I…I saw you serving them that fucking shit!”

His grip was wavering, trembling. Armin couldn’t tell if it was due to some form of developing trauma eating him up, or the fact that he was still drunk. Either way, that wasn’t his primary concern at the moment.

“I…I will kill y—”

“…ouched…th… and…at…he…” Armin’s words were at first inarticulate, as he tried to comprehend the sin that this man had just commit.

How dare he.

“H-Huh?!—”

Interrupted by a successful kick to his groin thanks to his incompetency of securing his entire body properly, Armin threw him on the ground, his feet crushing his face. “How… dare… you…” His voice started out low as he squatted down, glaring daggers at him while his right hand searched for one of his own.

“W-W—”

“How…dare you touch this hand?” He lifted up his left hand, while his right snatched out a dagger that had been waiting in a hidden compartment of his attire. “You know…? Don’t you know…? I knew you barbarians were idiots but I didn’t expect you to be this stupid… This… This was the hand that she touched… and you—” He pointed the dagger right at his throat, tracing it round and round, finding some amusement as he watched his hunter-turn-prey’s eyes follow the knife, evidently terrified.

“…And you fucking contaminated it.” He cursed, head tilting in this flummoxing being right in front of him. He couldn’t understand nor comprehend how someone could be this impolite, this inconsiderate. Even Captain Levi—who had once lived in this place—never did something so offensive!

“I…I… Y…You’re a sick bastard!” The man choked out; and before he could even have the chance to struggle, the dagger pierced right through his throat.

Armin watched the life drain from his eyes. “Sick bastard…me? But what about you?” He said in an accusatory tone, dragging out the plunged dagger, trailing it around his eyeballs, paying no mind to the blood that spewed out. “I saw that look… you know? The look you and your low-lives gave her... and I heard… what you planned to do to her and oh… did that ticked me off.” He said, an eerie chuckle following after as he aimed the tip of the dagger at the lower end of his eye, tempted to dig it out, and perhaps hang it as ornaments somewhere far away; where that look wouldn’t reach Mikasa.

But alas, he didn’t have the time. There was still the bread.

“Ahhh, I’m going to be late!” He groaned as he stood up, patting off any dirt or dust that stained his clothes; he’d have to deal with the blood later. Albeit, he was careful enough not to let it stain too much on his clothes. “Maybe in your next life, you could be a little more considerate of wasting people’s time… honestly, was seeing your dead friends not enough? Ah! Or you could rot in hell! That way you won’t bother this ‘puny little shit’ anymore… right? Right? Hah!” Armin shook his head, taking one last laugh at his idiocy before strolling off, unbothered to clear the mess. It was the underground after all; decomposing bodies and murders weren’t a rarity. And right now, he doubted the military police would even bother with an investigation, given the corruptness of the system, and the trouble the corps were stirring up.

What a day.

“Hmm… I wonder if the bread shop has that bread she likes a lot…” He hummed.

-

Armin stood outside silently. He was a twist of the doorknob away from reuniting with his love.

It is unlikely Mikasa is asleep, no matter how exhausted she is. Armin calculated, and then took a glimpse at the edge of his sleeves where a faint crimson stain remained smudged. The room is dark, it has poor lighting… she won’t see this… then again, she has sharp eyes… ahh… Well, even if she does, I’ll think of a reason… I wouldn’t want to worry her. But if she’s asleep… I’ll just set the bread down and make a run to the washroom.

Taking a deep breath and grasping the packet of loaves, he entered the dimly lit room, closing the door after. “Mikasa… I got you some bread if you want to eat it, oh and it’s not that stale! Even if you’re not hungry, it could be tomorrow’s breakfast before we have to set out in search of those documents…” Armin spoke, settling the package down.

Albeit, before he could do a full scan of the room in search of the raven, he was met with a sharp pair of familiar obsidian orbs that never failed to steal his breathe away. “M-Mikas—”

“You’re… early.”

“I…I didn’t want to keep you waiting…” She’s close. Armin noted, feeling her breath brush the exposed surface of his neck; needless to say, it sent a thrill down his spine. It was difficult to contain, control. “I…Is something the matte—”

“No, No… I’m glad, you’re back safe—”

“Your wrist!” Armin gasped; withdrawing himself from his lovesickness the moment his eyes caught sight of a scar that stretched form the top of her wrist to god knows where. Did… someone come here? Did I miscount? Did I miss someone? I’m sure all of them drank the poison… and I even made sure to get rid of the last… who did it? I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have—… but… who did it? Who dared to touch h—

“I was… just checking if our gear was working, and I accidentally cut myself.” Mikasa assured, “Even in the dark…” She took a step closer. “Your eyes never miss a thing, do they?” Whether it was meant to be a praise or not, Armin took it as one.

“But don’t worry, I’m fine.” She smiled, hand reaching out for his. And Armin would’ve let her. Hell, did he desire her soothing touch. Words that she can’t say, she made it up for her actions. Armin loved that about her. Just a tight squeeze of her hand on his was already overwhelming, it was heaven and earth and all of serenity. He wanted to feel it, but then he remembered it.

Panicked and instinctively, he took a step back, his hands hidden behind his back.

He won’t let her hands be contaminated too, with that filth.

“A…Armin?”

“A-Ah! No… I’m just a little dirty, that—”

“Not that.” She said, a finger pointing towards the faint smudge on his sleeve. “…Is that…--”

“Jam.”

“Jam…?—”

“The bread shop owner spilled some on me when she was taking the bread. Ahhh, it doesn’t matter now! Geez Mikasa you don’t need to be so worried.” Armin quickly brushed it off. He looked at her worried eyes. “I’m fine, I promise.” Even in the dark… he thought, admiring her eyes as his hand reached out about to caress her cheek, your eyes are sharp too—

But froze when he recalled how filthy.

“A-Ah! Sorry… I—” And then, Mikasa nuzzled herself in his palm, Armin’s eyes widened in horror. “M-Mikasa! I’m dirt—”

“It’s fine.” Armin flinched. What? “Because it’s you, it’s fine. I couldn’t care less.”

Armin felt his heart skip, race, palpitate.

He wanted to hold her longer, closer, tighter. He was obsessed. But… he couldn’t risk her noticing that that red patch, wasn’t jam.

“I-I… I’m going to take a quick shower!” He coughed, before forcefully dismissing himself.

Once he closed the door, his back hit the wall and slid down. He held the hand that had the blessing of touching her cheeks. Were they… pink? Armin couldn’t tell due to the lighting. He bit his lip. I love her. He couldn’t help but think. Suddenly, he didn’t feel so filthy anymore.

Caressing the hand, he once again savoured the warmth that was there. Never again, was he going to be so careless to let anyone stain it with their own trace of impurity.

I love her. I love her. I love her, so much. He bit his lip. Nobody’s… I’ll make sure nobody will bother you.

Nobody.

--

Mikasa heaved a heavy sigh. I wonder if that was really Jam… I can’t tell anymore, not in this dark. Not when… Her eyes glimpsed at her fresh scar, and while Armin may not notice due to his little adventure that Mikasa was unaware of, there was a faint scent of blood in the air. Not Armin’s, not the man he killed, and not—

At least he looks fine… he’s… Her cheeks blush, as her hand reached out to touch the side that Armin touched. He’s safe…

She bit her lip. I’ll make sure he’s safe.

--

A/N: Is Mikasa a Yandere too, hm? Well. I left it ambiguous! So it’s up to your personal interpretation <3

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Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Yet another forgotten Lisa Snart Appreciation Week episode exploring if Barry and Lisa had a rapport. 

Lisa looked around the room. It's high ceilings sparkled with hanging lights made of thousands of diamonds, it floors gleamed with freshly waxed marble tiles, golden plaques on the wall thanking it's donators.

She wondered if she would visit this place every day if she were rich.

Probably not, the people here were beyond snobby and whined about how the caviar was grilled not slightly roasted. Maybe she would visit occasionally just for the novelty and the fact that she was rich enough to get into a country club legally.

Unlike now, she was under the name of Mrs. Smith-the most generic name ever- waiting for her husband, Mr. Smith aka the Flash.

Cisco had asked for her help with a mission of some sort against a Man in an Iron Mask. She had no idea who the hell he was and why he chose such a weird costume choice and why she should care, but he begged and then offered to turn the other way the next time the Rogues were on a stealing spree. Lenny would be furious about her helping them, but he would totally thank her for the pass on stealing sprees.

Plus how could she refused the opportunity to see who the Flash really was!

She stroke her blond wig, self-consciously and checked her compact mirror to make sure it was straight. You never knew when disguises started to go wonky in the middle of the plan.

A thin, Caucasian man with brown hair and sweet eyes approached the table, and looked for his place card. She recognized him as Cisco's friend that he always hanged out with at the bar and at the Lab. Barry something.

He was the Flash?

But but he was so, so not muscley or intimidating and he was a scientist. Well that explained how he was always able to understand everything Cisco and that doctor girl was saying.

"Hello sweetie, I think your place card is here next to me, your darling wife." Lisa purred, and waved the card with her fingers.

Barry's face morphed into one of confusion, then realization dawned on him and he hissed.

"What are you doing here, Snart?"

"Calm down Speedy. Cisco asked me to do this. Guess your uptight doctor wouldn't pretty enough to convince people she was rich. Can't blame you."

"Caitlin is very pretty and only couldn't do it because we need her at the base to set up the cameras. More importantly, why did Cisco asked you of all people?" Barry shook his head worriedly, "I swear I'm going to kill him if this fails." "What?" Lisa pouted, but with a sincerely offended tone "I'm an expert at these kind of things, you should be thankful I'm helping you."

"Hardly." Barry muttered, but he sighed and went to business mode.

"Here's the exact plan. You are only going to act like my wife and not make a big scene, while I look for the Iron Mask. Got it. Nothing else."

Lisa rolled her eyes. The Flash was almost as bad her brother. She wasn't going to ruin the mission. She meant what she said about being good at these kinds of cons. And she hated the fact that he thought just because she was who she was that she would be incapable of pulling off this kind of mission.

They sat next to each other, glancing around the room in silence when a elderly waiter approached them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith, in behalf of Central City's Wildhills Country Club I would like to congratulate you on your 10th year anniversary."

"Uh why I'm yeah thanks." Barry stammered.

"Yes thank you so much!" Lisa swooped in, clutching Barry's arm lovingly, "Barrykins and I are super happy we made it this far. Right sweetie-pie" Lisa grinned, devilishly at him as he looked at her in surprise

"Yes, snoopi-poo and I can't imagine our lives without each other." Barry chimed in, squeezing her tightly as she cringed at the name.

"When I hear her snore at night, it's the most musical sound in the world. It's like an orchestra" Barry he continued with an overly-perky voice.

"And when honey buns buns trips over the rug and breaks our Ming vase, I can't believe I married such a cute klutz" Lisa countered an even happier voice, then turned his face to nuzzle noses.

The waiter gave them a strange look, before saying "Good, good tell me when you've placed your order" and walked off. "Snoopi-poo!" Lisa cried, punching his shoulder.

"You started it! Barrykins really?" Barry snorted.  "We've been "married" for 10 years I was trying to make it convincing.” Lisa protested. 

They settled back to easy silence and ordered their food. Barry looking around the room, discreetly as Lisa eyed the jewelry on the patrons. The ruby necklace would look great with her pink peasant blouse that she got. Maybe if she could just accidentally trip her way.... Wait what was she thinking? This place is full of rich guys!

She could just flirt and adultery her way into getting a nice ring or two.

"Everybody! Everybody!" A man dressed in a tux, whom Lisa assumed was the manager, stood up clinking his glass.

"Since it's almost Valentine's Day I would like to call up some of our favorite couples to talk about their marriage. Mr and Mrs. Loomis, our golden couple reaching their 62 anniversary."

Lisa ignored the couples getting up to talk and she could Barry was getting increasingly bored and fidgety.

She looked around, she doubted that the man they were chasing would come with his Iron Mask on so what the hell was he looking around. The room was only filled with elderly WASPS, she swore they were the only couple under 60 there.

She leaned over to him, and whispered "I think we should check in the back rooms like storage. That's always wear Lenny, Mick and I go when we tried to infiltrate these kinds of things. No one notices extra stuff in storage." "That could work,” Barry mumbled.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith!" The manager boomed "Come in up here!" Lisa and Barry looked at each other in panic. 

“Maybe it's another Smith couple. It's such a common name." Lisa gave a dry laugh.  But the whole room was staring at them. Of course. They shuffled slowly to the center of the room and plastered fake grins.

“What can I say about our marriage" Barry stalled "What can I say? Um it's been a struggle....uh yeah. But we always pull through." Lisa groaned under her breath, this was bad.

"What he means is that.." Lisa added, searching for something to say about love.

"We, we are always there for each other. When you're scared, you run, when you can't run you crawl. When you can't crawl, you find someone to carry you. That's my husband. If had I dare to choose, I'd choose him over all the men over all the planets the night sky could show me."

The crowd clapped, and Barry stared at her in shock.

"Thank you" he called too loudly into the microphone. She brushed past the manager and they ran offstage.

"Here you go" she handed him a set of keys she swiped from the manager. Lenny had taught her a long time ago how to pick pocket by just brushing past someone. Less conspicuous.

"Wow, that was fast" Barry said, looking over the keys as they existed the room. "Wait up" A voice called out, running behind them.

"Barry why are you pretending to be Mr. Smith," A Hispanic man asked, and she recognized him. Cisco's piano brother. Wait Cisco's brother!

He seemed to recognize her too "Why are you with Captain Cold's sister! Do you know she's Captain Cold's sister? I'm liable to call the police on you" He threatened.  

She placed a hand over his mouth "If you call the police, I might have to touch you on your special part" She whispered.  "What kind of threat is that?" Piano brother hissed, when she took off her hand. “Barry hand me your phone, no actually just dial 911 you have no idea what weapons she could be.." Lisa kneed him in the crotch.

He collapsed to the ground, she grabbed Barry's arm and ran out, after she stopped to get her coat and hobo bag that concealed her gun and he quickly changed to his costume.

"You didn't have to kneed him there" Barry walked quickly as they tried to look for the back entrance that might lead to the storage room.

"Collateral damage besides Cisco told me about him. He sounds like an asshole" She muttered. 

"He may exhibit some asshole-like qualities but you just don't tell a guy you're going to touch his special place and then hit it." Barry protested.  "Maybe you don't.” Lisa grinned as Barry opened a door hidden behind a bunch of well-coiffed shrubs.

"And you watch Firefly?" Barry asked excitedly. Lisa froze. She chose those quotes for her impromptu anniversary speech because she didn't think anyone watched that show.

"Maybe?" Lisa stammered.  "I love that show! I can kill you.."

"With my mind." Lisa finished, and scowled at his enthusiastic, mocking grin. She couldn't believe she shared the same guilty pleasure as the Flash.

"I just enjoy it from time to time" Lisa defended herself "It's not like I dress up for Halloween or anything" She smirked at the sheepish look that crawled onto his face. "Oh Speedster," Lisa shook her head. 

Barry sparked back to life though, and started asking questions "What did you think of Walsh's death in the movie?"

"I don't consider the movie canon." Lisa replied.  "Yeah, I mean it was totally unnecessary. Oh and what is with River not wearing shoes?"

Lisa glared at him. 

"We're getting friendly, this is weird." Barry said "We should stop." Lisa muttered "Right now. Let's stop right now."

They scoured the back rooms of the country club and unlike the inside of the spacious place, it was dank and dark and musty as a cave. "Why would the Iron Mask be here anyway?" Lisa asked.  "Don't know his plan exactly, but Cisco heard from Dante that some guy found an Iron Mask under the piano one night here at the club so we figured we'd check out if he or anyone associated with him is hiding here.... You should probably go now."

Lisa sneered at him, and grabbed him by the collar. "Bar- Flashykins,” she growled between clenched teeth "I can help you so would you be a sweetheart and not act like a sexist version of Lenny. Cuz honey I am useful in this kind of thing" She shoved him forward and the two continued on marching.

Suddenly a man jumped in front of them.

"Halt!" he said, brandishing a boa staff.

The Flash sprang into action, speeding around him and throwing punches. Lisa wanted to help but with Barry moving around, she might shoot him instead. But Iron Mask had a trick up his sleeve. He produced a set of handcuffs and cuffed Barry to a near he pillar.

Leaving it between her and him. She didn't like the odds. Though she had fought quite a few big men, she always knew what to expect of those types with the added help of her brother and Mick. But this one she had no idea, and didn't know what other weapons he hid.

She the best trick she had always done, she fake-fainted.

Flash looked in absolute shock, "Lisa" he yelled.

The Iron Mask hardly seemed to notice but ran past her to the door. She turned around, aimed her gun and plastered his feet to the floor with the gold liquid

The with an easy swing she punched him to the ground.

She swung her hips lazily as she helped him get rid of the cuffs using her gun once more, and cracking the gold and cuff off of him.  Flash once more gaped at him. Yeah, she could get use to this face. "That was great!"

"And you thought you could do this without me" Lisa smiled herself at Scarlet's enthusiasm.

"Fine, I was wrong Snart. It takes more than one to deal with villains. There's no I in team." Barry grinned broadly at the cliche. 

"There maybe no I in Team but there's one in my name and that's the rule I go by" Lisa reminded him sensing the friendliness. "Speaking of I's. Here's a plan. You shove this guy into the car. I pick up Mr and Mrs. Smith's dinner, their complimentary coupons to the spa which are so going to be mine and that jewelry case that I saw being auctioned by the front desk"

"You do know there's no jewelry inside the jewelry case right?" "I know that" She snapped.  "Wait, as a "married" couple we should compromise about this" Barry smirked as he lifted Iron Mask into the trunk of the car.

Lisa stared at him, warily.

"I'm dropping you off and we are going to be comparing Firefly notes on the way there.”  Lisa smirked back, "Sure thing Barrykins"

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Supergirl's Brainy Teases Intense Resolution to His Double Agent Storyline

Supergirl star Jesse Rath teased Brainy's confrontation with Lex, some 'intense' scenes, the return of his sister Meaghan Rath and more.

In the fallout of "Crisis on Infinite Earths," Supergirl's Brainiac-5 has embarked on his most difficult mission yet. On the advice of his female doppelganger, he distanced himself from the Super Friends and aligned himself with Lex Luthor in order to keep an eye on the supervillain's moves against Leviathan. As Season 5 moves into its final two episodes, this will come to a head when Brainy makes a decision that could nullify all the sacrifices he made to protect those he loves.

Speaking to CBR, Brainy actor Jesse Rath previewed what's in store for his character in the last two episodes of the season. He promised his double agent storyline will be resolved by the end of the finale, although some consequences will extend into next season. He teased a confrontation with Lex, some "intense" scenes, the return of his sister Meaghan Rath and more. He also reflected on creating a new voice for uninhibited Brainy, what it is like to work with Jon Cryer and why he'd wear his new comic book-inspired costume all the time if he could.

CBR: This season has been big for Brainy. I mean, his personality got almost an entire overhaul. How did you go about crafting this new voice for him?

Jesse Rath: I thought, for episode 10, it was important that each of the Brainies be distinct from each other. There was five of them, including my sister [Meaghan Rath], and two of them had transformations within that same episode. It was emo Brainy turning into the evil Brainy, and our Brainy Prime turning into the uninhibited Brainy. So I thought it was very important to be able to tell it was a different Brainy and a transformation through their voice. I thought it was very important that you could tell just by hearing that it was a different person. So I wanted there to be a distinct sound that could differentiate them between each other.

So yeah, the green Brainy -- uninhibited Brainy, who they referred to in the script as Suave Brainy -- is just like... I like to think of Family Matters when Steve Urkel takes the potion and becomes cool and he becomes Stefan Urquelle. It was more just uninhibited, more confident in himself and socially grounded. That's kind of what I was going for.

We've also seen a shift in terms of his looks, with a move towards a more comic book-inspired costume. Obviously, you're not wearing that getup all the time, but how has that changed your hair/makeup experience when do you get into it?

The green and blonde look? I mean, I love it. I would wear it all the time, if I could. I'd wear it home. I'm a big fan. It's made my life a lot more comfortable. I don't know if it's easier, but it's comfortable. I no longer have to wear a prosthetic forehead on on my face. That makes a world of difference, because it's very uncomfortable. There's a wire running down my back to turn on the lights and the thing is hot and I'm not very expressive in it and so it becomes hard to emote. You know, it's just a grueling process to put it on and take it off. So the fact that that's not in the mix anymore and that all have to worry about is being painted and get the wig thrown on me, it definitely is more comfortable and it's made my life a lot easier.

And you know what? Even if it was harder to do and more uncomfortable to wear, I'd still do it, because I love that it's the comic-accurate look and I know that it means a lot to a lot of fans out there that I look like this beloved character from the books and it means a lot to me too. I want to do the character justice and I want him to look the best he can. So it was a long time coming and I couldn't be more happy with the results.

Brainy has acted almost like a triple agent all season. Now, with the understanding that the season was cut a bit short due to the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic, is that something we'll see a resolution to when everything wraps up?

Yes. You will. All that stuff comes to a head in these next two episodes. When I heard that we were obviously going to have to cut episode 20 from the schedule, I felt okay about it because episode 19 is such a strong episode. It's a great episode. David Harewood directed it. It's epic, action-packed. The whole storyline with Brainy comes to fruition. It comes to a point, and we leave on a cliffhanger. Whereas with episode 20, before we had time to resolve everything and see how the pieces landed, episode 19 will end on big cliffhanger, which is cool. I love it. It kind of puts Brainy in a very dangerous situation and I'm excited for everyone to see it. I think very strong episode. So I'm not worried about it at all.

How does Brainy's dynamic with Lex Luthor continue to evolve?

I think their patience with each other is wearing thin for both of them. I think Brainy can't really take it anymore. You know, knowing that Lex is actively manipulating him is a very frustrating thing for Brainy. You see in episode 18, he pulls the trigger on a decision and things start to crumble around him. He's aware that Lex is manipulating him and that, I think, is part of the whole reason why he's forced to work with Lex. It's working against all of his instincts that would put him opposite Lex, and so working with him, it's not the easiest thing in the world to do. I think you see, in these next two episodes, how that all unfolds.

You've been working pretty closely with Jon Cryer this season. What has that experience been like?

Well, it's a lot of fun working with Jon. He is a tremendous actor. I learned a lot from working with him, as I do with all my cast mates. It's great. He's a really down-to-earth, funny guy. Yeah, I've had a lot of scenes with Lex and then some more to come. We have a great one -- we have a couple great ones coming up in 18 and in 19, so I'm excited for everyone to see that. I think he does such a great job as Lex. I couldn't imagine anyone else playing that role now. It's so much fun working with him and I can't wait for you to see these next two episodes and see what happens with this whole Lex and Brainy storyline.

I'll admit that I'm particularly fond of the BrainNia relationship. That said, how will we see their relationship continue to grow?

Without 20 in our lineup anymore, there are certain scenes that I don't know if we'll see or if we'll have to wait till next season to see. But in this next episode, in 18, Nia does confront Brainy about everything, about him lying to her, working behind their backs and Supergirl and Nia do confront Brainy about how he's been acting. And in 19, I believe she starts seeing dreams of him. So yeah, there'll be some Brainy and Nia scenes. I don't know if it'll all be sunshine and rainbows, but we do get a lot of Brainy and Nia stuff to come in these next two episodes.

Last year, you had this frankly incredible scene where you ran through a gamut of emotions in about 30 seconds. As the season winds down, will we get to see a spiritual successor to that?

The closest thing I could think to that scene would be episode 10. I think that scene at the end of Season 4 of going through all the different Brainies maybe was like an audition in a sense to show that I could play multiple different versions of the same character. And I think that's what I really got to do in episode 10, which was physically embody all these different versions of Brainy.

But in terms of what's to come in these next two episodes, I'm not saying you should expect a bunch of Brainy cycling through a bunch of personalities, but things get just as intense and emotions are high and the situation is very dangerous. There are some epic scenes to come, and I think you'll be happy with it and I'm very excited for everyone to see. I'm very excited to it see myself!

Can you tease your favorite moment or scene from an upcoming episode?

Well, in 19, my sister comes back to the show. She will return to the show. So I have a handful of scenes with female Brainy, or Meaghan Rath, or whatever you want to call her. So I'm very excited to see those scenes. I always love working with my sister and I'm very grateful for her to come and do the show, so I can't wait to see those scenes.

Martian Manhunter actor David Harewood has directed a few episodes, and now Supergirl herself Melissa Benoist has made her directorial debut on the series. Would you be interested in directing, yourself?

I would! Yeah, I've always wanted to direct. It's something that I think is so cool, that Warner Bros. and The CW, that they allow their actors to direct. It's pretty cool. You know, I don't know any other networks that give us this opportunity and it's definitely something I'd like to take advantage of in the future. I think it's pretty cool. Yeah, I would like to do that. So who knows! Maybe Season 14 I'll be directing some episodes.

You joke, but look at Supernatural!

Exactly! Yeah. Fly in on my private jet and direct a couple. [laughs]

With Melissa directing the last episode, what was that experience like for you?

Oh, it was so cool. We were all so happy for her and proud of her and trying to support her. None of us had any doubt that she would be great. She's always filming and editing stuff on her laptop and she has a great eye for this kind of thing and, as you saw, the episode was amazing. Such a great episode! I love that whole sequence with "The Man Who Sold the World" song over Lex -- that montage of Lex giving speeches around the world. I thought it was a great episode, and I think she is a very talented director. We're all just very happy for her and very proud of her.

Do you have any game/book/TV/film recommendations for everyone stuck at home?

I've been playing a lot of video games. I play Mario Kart with my friends online. We've been doing a lot of Zoom calls and playing Codenames and games with my friends and family online. I watched all of Sopranos with my girlfriend and we really devoured that. We've just been making our way through television series. We watched Community -- for the fourth time, for me. I love that show so much.

I'm really taking this time to just consume a bunch of television and entertainment. It's really kept me going throughout this whole process. My girlfriend Holly and I, we're bunkered down here in LA, and we've been having a great time with each other, and we've been enjoying our quarantine. So we're making the most of it.

Airing Sundays at 9 p.m. ET/PT on The CW, Supergirl stars Melissa Benoist as Kara Danvers, David Harewood as Martian Manhunter and Chyler Leigh as Alex Danvers. The Season 5 finale will air May 17.

CBR.