#a bunch of vigilantes are out *hunting kids* and you want me to stay calm?!

[medilies]

Sometimes I remember that Callahan means 'bright-headed' and smile cause that really couldn't have been more perfect

[violetsmoak]

Pieces of April [15/?]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21099044/chapters/50202530

Summary: On the anniversary of his death, Jason’s second life takes an abrupt new turn and he’s faced with a challenge that neither Batman nor the All-Caste prepared him for.

Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)

Author’s Note: Here's your daily reminder to stay inside, wash your hands and not to hoard toilet paper! As a reward, enjoy another chapter of POA, featuring sass, subtle and not so subtle inklings of romance, and off-screen appearance of another Bat!

First Chapter

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After two movies and being so distracted that Ives kicks his ass at Mario Kart, Tim returns to his apartment. It’s not very late in vigilante time—two o’clock, as promised—and he’s sort of half expecting Jason to be still awake when he gets back.

The older man is sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping absently through the channels, eye flicking to the baby-monitor beside him every few seconds like he’s prepared to jump into action if he hears a cry.  

“Has she been keeping you up?” Tim asks as he strides over.

Jason blinks blearily at him. “No.”

“Then why don’t you grab some sleep while you can? There’s no point staying up if you don’t have to.”

“First of all—fuck you. Second of all, that’s rich comin' from the family insomniac. And third, I’m havin' trouble shuttin' my brain off, okay? It’s still tryin' to figure out if I didn’t accidentally travel to another alternate reality of something.”

A sharp, distorted cry echoes over the monitor and Jason really does jump.

“Stay put,” Tim tells him, already heading for the stairs. “I’ll get her.”

It’s still surprising when Jason listens to him, which Tim puts down to being in a desperate situation. He hopes that having someone else in the apartment to help with Isa will diminish whatever anxiety has the older man wound so tight.

Once upstairs, Tim slips into the guestroom and scoops her into his arm, wincing at the shrill squealing cry. After a quick check of her diaper—blessedly empty—he carries her still crying form downstairs to prepare a bottle for her.

Jason winces when they appear and—he doesn’t really run away, but he makes a hasty exit over the stairs.

Tim huffs under his breath. “It’s not like she’s a bomb, Jason. Geeze.”

Though she is doing an excellent job imitating a percussion grenade while they wait for the bottle of formula to warm up in the microwave, so maybe there are some similarities.

“It was thirty seconds, not thirty years, calm down,” he grumbles as she latches onto the plastic nipple like a starving animal.

He watches her nurse for a few minutes, brows furrowed and mind on Jason.

I know he’s still adjusting, but at some point, it’s got to start sinking in, right? I mean, he’s not even planning on keeping her, it’s all temporary, so there’s no reason for him to be this out of it.

Unless there’s more going on than just a surprise baby—which, given Jason’s past and present activities, could very well the issue.

I wonder how hard he’d punch me if I suggested he talk to someone about this?

Not Dick, obviously; calling him has always been one of Tim’s major avenues of support when he’s going through hard times, but he knows Jason would rather crawl through broken glass than open up to his predecessor.

Sometimes I think Jason’s relationship with Dick is a hundred times more complicated than it is with anyone else in the family…

Isa gives a dissatisfied whimper and turns her face away from the bottle. Tim frowns, seeing that she’s barely drunk a quarter of it, and tries to tempt her to take another, but she refuses, already going dozy and limp with sleep.

“Really? After all that? You raise holy hell and you don’t even finish it?” He snorts. “You really are his.”

It’s an effort to get the sleepy infant to burp, but he manages it; she passes out before he’s even made it back up the stairs and back to Jason’s room.

Despite having explicit permission to enter without knocking, Tim’s still uneasy broaching Jason’s personal space. Especially since Tim can tell he’s not asleep, even if he’s lying on his bad, holding a pillow over his face like he’s trying to block everything out.

Tim carefully arranges the baby back in her basket-bassinet, and quietly asks Jason, “Need anything else?”

Jason mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "Another life", and turns his back on both Tim and the baby.

And really, what can he even say to that?

It’s a problem for some other time.

Tim takes a quick shower, before faceplanting onto his unmade bed. The exhaustion he’s been ignoring for the past day or so finally hits him, and he passes out without even getting up to turn off the lights.

By some miracle, he gets six hours of uninterrupted sleep before his alarm goes off later that morning. He doesn’t feel fully rested, but he gave up on chasing that sensation two Robins ago.

After dressing and taming his hair (it might be time for a haircut soon), he spends an extra ten minutes checking the bruises on his face—they’ve gone from dark purple to blue—and applying a liberal amount of cover-up. A beat later, he adds a bit of eyeliner as well, to give an appearance of alertness that he doesn’t quite feel.

Heading downstairs his nose twitches as he becomes cognizant of an unfamiliar smell.

Of...someone’s cooking?

He finds Jason in his kitchen, flipping pancakes. The baby carrier is in the middle of the kitchen island, Isa sleeping soundly in a cocoon of blankets.

Instead of asking Jason why he’s cooking, Tim grabs a coffee cup from the cupboard and turns on his Keurig. “How was the first night?”

He doesn’t expect Jason to respond beyond irritated grunting, and so is surprised when he answers.

“Took me an hour to fall asleep,” he says. “Then at four she woke me up…then at six…and then just now. So, I decided, screw it, I’m hungry anyway. And about the only thing you have all the ingredients for are pancakes.” He shoots Tim a judging look. “I don’t even think you have maple syrup. It’s a disgrace.”

“I think there might be corn syrup in the pantry?”

“Disgrace,” Jason repeats.

Tim ignores him and glances at the two dozen pancakes he’s caught sight of behind Jason’s bulk. “Exactly how many people are you feeding?”

Something that might be a blush darkens Jason’s cheeks.

“I may have gotten a little distracted,” he admits defensively. “But I needed something mindless to do and it worked, so just…shut up and eat.”

He shoves a plate with three pancakes at Tim, who doesn’t have the heart to tell Jason he doesn’t really eat breakfast. Instead, he goes looking for the much-maligned corn syrup and takes the smallest pancake he can find in the bunch.

It’s only polite, after all.

Isa starts to whimper again and Jason groans. “There is no way you’re hungry again, I just fed you.”

Instead, he carts her over to the coffee table—the vintage Henredon table Tim actually spent a couple of weeks tracking down because it resembled one his parents had when he was a child—has since yesterday seemingly become the chosen changing station. 

There are piles of fresh diapers and wipes spread out on it, clearly from earlier changes, and there’s a pail next to it, along with the detritus of the packaging it was in.

“That can’t be sanitary,” Tim says. “Or environmentally friendly.”

“Yeah, well, your highness can shell out for cloth diapers and hire a service to clean them if that’s your issue.”

Tim rolls his eyes but wisely doesn’t reply to that, instead busying himself with finishing off the giant pancake and a much-needed cup of coffee.

“Ugh,” he hears Jason say after a while. “Are we sure this is a human child? Because what’s coming out of her doesn’t look human.”

Tim chokes on a large lump of pancake and glares across the room. “Yes, thanks for that while I’m eating.”

“As if your stomach hasn’t been tested by many a murder scene.”

“Never while I was eating,” Tim grumbles and pushes his plate away. He hunts down a travel mug for his second much-needed cup of coffee and then grabs his messenger bag from the hook on the door.

He’s halfway headed for the garage when he pauses and considers Jason again.

“Do you need me to stay?” he asks. “I mean, it’s the first day you’re doing this, so—”

“I don’t need you holding my hand, Drake,” Jason deadpans, “especially since you’re not going to be here during the day anyway. No point in getting used to a crutch.”

Tim isn’t sure he likes that comparison.

“You sure?”

“I figured out how to defuse bombs, I can figure this out.”

“Okay…but Safiya did give you her number, right? You know there’s no shame in calling her if you’re stuck.” That earns him a withering glare. “Just saying.” He offers Jason a mock-salute. “Enjoy learning how to baby.”

“Fuck you.”

“Language!”

“She’s two days old, she doesn’t know what the hell I’m sayin’.”

“A-plus childcare, Mary Poppins,” Tim mutters—under his breath because he doesn’t actually want to be punched this early in the morning—and finally leaves.

Once at the office, he falls into his usual routine—perfunctory greetings to people he should only know by sight but for whom he has done extensive background checks, sitting in a board meeting and chewing out the legal team for not filing their water-filter patent faster (he may have brushed it off to spare people the wrath of Damian, but he fully understands the kid’s anger), a stop at the break-room for a third cup of coffee and to keep an ear out for the office gossip.

Tam is waiting in his office when he finally settles in for the rest of the morning.

“How’s everything going at home?” she asks, closing the door behind her. She hands him his schedule for the day and a checklist of phone calls to return and products that require oversight.

“As well as can be expected,” he replies, sipping his coffee. “It’s an adjustment.”

“No kidding. You go from single, introvert shut-in bachelor to living with Dream Daddy overnight.”

Tim promptly inhales and then spits out very hot coffee, only narrowly missing a stack of contracts that need reviewing.

Tam’s eyes flick to the mess. “I’m not cleaning that up.”

“Why would you say that?” he splutters as his brain frantically tries to reboot after the shock.

“Because it’s not my job to clean up after the functional man-child that is my boss?”

“Not that.” He glares. “Filling my brain with disturbing notions.”

“Is the disturbing notion that I said it, or that you know what Dream Daddy is?”

“The disturbing thing is that you think my—” He pauses, hesitant to use the word ‘brother’ in relation to Jason, if only because it feels wrong for some inexplicable reason. ‘Friend’ is also a gross over-estimation of their relationship. “—new roommate is attractive.”

“Well, some of us have eyes,” Tam shrugs.

“And some of us have criteria for what we find attractive beyond looks.”

“Right. Forgot. You like the dangerous types that try to kill you first and ask questions later.”

Tim opens his mouth to object, and then tilts his head to one side to acknowledge it: given his recent dating history, she’s not wrong. “You forget that type tends to be female. As in something my new roommate most definitely is not.”

“Puh-lease, I’ve seen you when you’re hanging out with Connor. You can’t tell me that’s a hundred percent platonic.”

“It is!”

“If you say so,” Tam replies. “But you forget—I’ve kissed you. And I’ve never felt less spark or even interest in a guy before.”

“Because I was surprised,” Tim grouses. “That doesn’t mean I don’t like women. You’ve met Stephanie.”

“Yeah, but she told me she hit you in the face with a brick the first time you two met.”

“I regret ever introducing you to each other,” Tim groans, pressing his face into his hands. “Look, you’re the one who decided us dating would be a bad idea, so don’t go taking that as evidence that I’m gay.”

“First of all, our dating would be a bad idea, and not even just because of the inevitable involvement of ninjas or Vicki Vale’s byline. I’ve already explained why—which you agreed with at the time. And second of all, I never said you were gay, I said you had a type. Lynx tried to break you with a sword, Connor broke your arm, and as I said, there was Steph…Point is, gender has nothing to do with it, you’re just a masochist.”

“I must be since I put up with you,” he sighs. “Let me be clear: I have no interest, nor will I ever have interest in…my new roommate. And this is so far from the appropriate place to talk about this stuff.”

“And he pulls the ‘boss’ card,” Tam narrates sarcastically. “Fine, I’ll leave it alone. For now. Only because I have a conference call with my opposite number in Hong Kong.” She heads out but can’t resist throwing an over-dramatic sigh over her shoulder. “Maybe if I had the ability to throw you through a wall, you and I would have had a chance. Guess we’ll never know.”

She opens the door to the office, and then she’s gone, leaving Tim to parse the utterly bewildering turn to the conversation.

“How did we even get on that topic?” he mutters to himself, searching his desk for his glasses.

God, she can never find out that Jason tried to kill me that first time we met. I’ll never hear the end of it. Even if she’s completely wrong about all this, I’ll have to deal with knowing looks the rest of my life…

Tim makes a valiant effort to lose himself in his work after that, if only to erase the memory of Jason being called ‘daddy’ by another adult. He cleans up his desk as best he can, wrinkling his nose at the idea the place is going to smell like stale coffee for a while, and then does a quick triage of what work needs to be done now and what can wait.

He manages to lose himself for a few hours, working even through lunch, before setting aside time to wrestle with the current problem in his life: namely, helping Jason find someone to step in and deal with the baby situation.

It’s not like a business deal or falling stock options. A human being doesn’t come with cheat codes or hacks.

Well…not directly.

Tim grins to himself and opens an encrypted server to access to the CPS servers. Jason’s adamant about not working through the system, but that doesn’t mean they can’t investigate families within the system on their own and outside of whatever arbitrary criteria individual caseworkers use to evaluate potential parents. It’s a starting point.

At the same time, he’s using his personal computer that’s linked in with the Nest system to add a few extra layers of protection to Jason’s falsified information. It’s a fairly routine task, but he wants to ensure no one realizes he’s there.

His screen freezes.

 O: Do I need to know why you suddenly needed to hack the SSA?

 “Almost no one,” Tim corrects himself with a sigh; of course she’s keeping tabs on him.

He types a quick reply:

 T: You mean you don’t already?

O: No. I’m waiting for you to be upfront about it.

 That would be a definite change from the usual Bat modus operandi. He wonders how long it’s going to last.

 T: Precautionary alias for a case.

O: I see.

T: You know if it was anything more than that I’d have reached out.

O: Even if it involves a certain red sheep of the family?

 Tim groans, and only just refrains from pressing his palms against his eyes in frustration. Babs’ stance on Jason isn’t exactly clear, and she’s just as likely to give Bruce a heads-up about possible Red Hood antics coming up as wait for him to figure it out himself.

 T: Even then. This is a personal thing and I’m handling it.

O: Alright. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.

O: For now.

 Which Tim knows from experience will only last for so long; any potential threat in Gotham—and Jason is still occasionally classified as one of those—and Oracle might just take a page out of Batman’s mitigation playbook.  

“Problem for another day,” he tells himself.

He’s starting to feel like that’s going to become his new mantra.

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rohan’s backstory part 3: the eternal guardian

Over the next week following the skrull assault, zootopia was torn in two: the politicians wanted to declare superheroes and superpowered mammals illegal, while the public fought in rallies, protests and riots standing by their thought that zootopia didn’t need control, nor order, but just to be safe and free, no matter who protected them, also chastising the governement, calling it corrupt, unfair and old. While there were tensions inside the wilde family and their friends, everybody did their best to comfort each other, especially Robyn and Hannah, who received the most hate. Nick was not willing to give up on her daughter despite all the accuses against him, but every attempt to calm down the city was vain. But suddenly, a chance of redemption popped up: unbeknownst to everyone, the skrull that wasn’t defeated by Rohan by the power of the infinity fragments, silently escaped on the ship (which was invisible the whole time) and this time he brought back up: another alien race, called the kree. The two armies broke in the middle of a protest, capturing everybody: men, women, politicians, normal people, kids; then, they called in a massive ship/orbital cannon, capable of destroying an entire planet. The skrull threatened Rohan to come out and surrender, otherwise he would have erased the city from the planet. Rohan was trapped: either she went there and die for the whole city or she would have fought at the risk of losing many innocent lives. Believing she runied the city and everyone’s life, in the end she did come out and was ready to die for who she loved and seeking for redemption. She waved goodbye to her family and friends and she faced a public execution, where there kree leader, Ronan, blasted her to smithereens with his hammer.

The skrull then went to pick up the fragments, gloating over his revenge and claiming to be the only true keeper of the universe; but the infinity spirits had decided: Robyn and Hannah were the only worthy to keep all that power. They immediately rejected their impostor and reformed Rohan form the ashes; this time though Rohan was determined to end to skrull threat once and for all. she called in her allies: the famous team ceartais: andraste, spitfire, roar, the mage and yurei (respectively Luna, Olivia, Kion, Kodi and Alice), the ZPD, the MCB and the task force Camelot; no matter who the enemies were or what others thought about her, she was going to end everything.

After a long 10 hours battle, Rohan, ceartais and their allies finally defeated the skrull/kree army, not without casualties: almost 50 percent of the city was dead. Ronan, the kree leader, though was not willing to lose against a bunch of animals and in an act of rage, he activated the cannon at full power: he wanted to wipe out the whole planet if he couldn’t conquer it. When the cannon fired, every hope seemed lost, but rohan, uncapable of giving up and now unwilling to let everyone die, concentrated and unlocked the full power of the infinity fragments enetring the infinity state: she had all the powers in the universe and could have been able to alter the whole structure of the universe itself; after nullifying the cannon’s beam, she completly erased the cannon itself out of existence; then, after facing ronan one last time and killing him when he cheated and attempted for his loved ones lives, she brought back from the dead everyone who died in the recent skirmish and recreated back the entire city: every building that was knocked out or demolished during the wave or the skrull/kree invasion was fully rebuilt. Then Rohan passed out again, falling unconcious and incorporeal, this time only for two hours.

When she woke up, there was her family celebrating her victory, alongside almost the rest of Zootopia; only a few mammals still distrusted her. But soon a problem came out: the energy emitted by Rohan in the infinity state started to give superpowers to random citizens, no matter if they were rich or poor. To solve this problem, Rohan asked for a super’s therapy centre to be created, so that powered mammals could be able to control their powers to fit better into society, without class or power differences and for who wnated to become a superhero. She also asked for every super that would come to be registered as an ally of the zpd, but able to fight free, without law many restrictions. At last, she said that every super was free to mantain it’s secret identity if he or she wanted. Every request was taken with joy from everyone, aside the opposers; that same day team ceartais followed Rohan’s example and revealed their secret identities to zootopia, without fear. Wether this situation was good or bad it’s still discussed today, but two things were for sure: Robyn and Hannah did indeed change everything and even if the alien threat was defeated, many other villains would come out to take the fragments for themselves or for other villanous purposes and those bad guys weren’t just some vigilante level threat: they were superpowered and even came from other universes. Things had to changes so Rohan’s and ceartais’ arsenal grew up, combining the latest tech with the infinity powers, while staying true to their vigilante nature.

In the end, since the “revival” (how the skrull/kree invasion, their subsequent defeat and the revitalization of Zootopia was dubbed) Rohan, despite being a fusion has gained full full rights and it’s considered a civilian just like everyone, Robyn and Hannah are recognized as superstars, just like their teammates, but even with all the fame, the two hybrids live a fairly humble life with their eight children, while also protecting zootopia and other dimensions from evil forces.

and there we go! i finally posted all the parts of rohan’s backstory, but it’s not over: there is much more content of rohan i have to rerelease and after that, i can post 100% original stuff on my blog. so, to tease you, the next posts will be: rohan’s family, her superhero sheet, her powerset and her arsenal and believe, that is a LOT more than you think. 

i thank @crewefox who allowed me to create this au and to whom i owe a lot

then i thank @jafethortiz who drew rohan for me

and last but not least, i thank my subscribers who liked rohan and shared her; i won’t stop thanking you.

reblog, like and share with everyone. 

here’s the link to the other two parts:

1) alone on an island

2) hunt for power

see you soon zootopians

P.S. some passages are written for eventual newcomers who don’t know anything about the main TAS au

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Pirate Queen - Ch. 1: Better Luck Next Time

This is a “small” project of mine settled in a Mass Effect AU in which FShepard is a space pirate.  I got no beta readers (feel free to pm me, if you are interested), and I’m not a native english speaker, so pls be gentle with me.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Whoa, easy there, Vakarian! Couple more shots like this one, and you'll actually convince me that you’ve finally learned how to aim properly!”, A familiar female voice rang in his coms. 

The mockery was followed by roaring laughter from across the battlefield as Garrus popped the heatsink of his sniper rifle. This had to be one of the worst days in the past 5 years of his career in the Turian military. And considering all the crap he’d been through, it was telling. 

He’s been trailing this Eclipse smugglers ship for days now. An annoying game of patience - Slowly following the marker, trying to stay out of range of their radars. They could’ve engaged them in open space and shot them down, but he needed both the ship and its cargo undamaged. It was his only lead. 

According to the data his team acquired, the smugglers had established an outpost on a small planet in the Castellus System. It was a bold move to try and get a foothold in the middle of the Inner Council Space, but apparently it was worth the risk. Garrus’ found out that the bastards had been smuggling weapons, mods and drugs onto the Citadel for months right under the noses of the Fleet and C-Sec.  

He crouched down behind a big container, a barrage of bullets flying over his head. It was almost hilarious that those bullets didn’t even belong to the smugglers. No, they were dead. He’d seen their bodies scattered all over the base, as he and his team rushed through the hallways and corridors towards the cargo bay. If they hadn’t been a bunch of cut throats and murderers, he would’ve actually pitied them. 

They stood no chance against Archangel and her pirate crew. And it was that very crew that was now showering him and his men with bullets.

“Your trash talk has seen better days, Archangel!” Garrus yelled back at her, taking a glance at the battlefield from behind the container. He cursed under his breath, frustrated by what was happening in front of him. After clearing out the entire base of anything that wasn’t nailed down, the pirates were withdrawing to their last remaining shuttle, covering their retreat with a blaze of gunfire and biotic explosions. And there was nothing he could do about it.

It was his own damn fault. He should’ve acted faster, attacked earlier, and brought a bigger ground team with him. But now all he could do was to watch them get away. 

“Vakarian, sir, they are...!” He heard in his coms. 

“I see that! Go for the shuttle engines! Don’t let them take off!” Garrus roared, took aim and shot. Once. Twice. But it was too late. The bullets of his rifle ricocheted, bouncing off the kinetic shields. 

A wave of loud laughter and cursing rolled over the battlefield as the pirate shuttle lifted in the air. 

It was then that he saw her. Archangel. The self-proclaimed Pirate Queen.

She was standing at the edge of the shuttle interior, holding on to the upper door, her long tattered cloak waving in the wind. It was only her. Her two crew members had already disappeared inside. The pirate wasn’t shooting any more, nor was she trying to take cover. She just looked. At him. 

It was a rare occasion to see her in person. Protected by the mass effect field of the shuttle, she took off her helmet and let her red fringe fall down her black armour. For a few moments, they just stared at each other, while bullets flew around him, fired by his teammates in a vain attempt to shoot her down.

Then Archangel made a sassy tongue-in-cheek salute and disappeared behind the closed shuttle doors. 

The engines of the vehicle roared, boosting it to high speed and sending out a hot force wave that hurled several crates and boxes that were standing nearby towards Garrus’ and his team.  

He threw himself to the side, barely evading one of the bigger containers that would’ve easily knocked him down. As he got back up, his coms went utterly silent. None of the men on his ground team dared to speak. 

Garrus slowly took a look around the smoking and rampaged base. There was not a single surface that was not riddled with bullets, boxes and furniture were thrown over and scattered all over the place. Some of them were torn open, their contents spilled on the floor. In the far corner of the hangar, something stinking was burning. It was a mess. An utterly silent one. After the hellish noise of a firefight, the silence that had descended upon him now was absolute.  

His ground team began to slowly come around their covers, their guns lowered or holstered, their shoulders slumped. Garrus wanted to scream, if only to break this infuriating silence. But he managed to suppress the urge, if only barely, thanks to his fathers voice ringing in the back of his mind. It was unbecoming of a commanding officer to lose his temper. Instead, Garrus walked over to one of the terminals and sent in a searching algorithm from his omnitool into the system. 

No matter how badly things went, there was still work to be done. 

“Search the base”, he ordered, trying his damnedest to control his raging subvocals. “Check for survivors. See if you find any leftover contraband. Scan their systems for information. Move.” 

“Major!” he heard an exhausted, but very enthusiastic male voice coming from behind. “The Aurus has a visual with The Normandy! She’s currently in orbit and on the intercept course with the shuttle. We could open fire...” 

“No!” Garrus cut him off and turned around, a bit too harshly than intended. Corporal Albus, new blood on his team, stood in front of him saluting. Bright-eyed and tense like a spring, still almost a kid, but ready to instantly carry out any order with eagerness thrumming in his subvocals. He was way too zealous for how damn proficient he was with explosives.

“No”, Garrus repeated, with slightly less irritation in his voice and vocals. “The Normandy is none of your concern. You have your orders. Search the base.” 

He returned his attention back to the terminal, catching the last glimpse of the saluting corporal with the corner of his eyes. Leaned against the console, waiting for the searching program to find something useful, he took a deep calming breath. The first one since he’d set a foot into this damn smuggler base. 

His fingers slowly unclenched. The surge of adrenaline and anger subsided and got replaced by a powerless feeling of frustration. 

Another escape. Another missed chance. Another botched mission. Watching her casually get away with the contraband made his blood boil. For more than half a year he’d been chasing her across the Council Space. And every time he’d got close enough to get her in his sights, she managed to slip away like a ghost. 

Archangel. 

The human woman that annoyed the living shit out of him and roughly every bloody criminal organization within the Council Space. One day, she simply appeared out of nowhere and began to systematically attack anyone who wasn’t playing by her rules.  

“Major, we’ve found several weapon stashes in the east wing”, a female voice ringed in his coms. 

“Good, get everything useful to the extraction point. We’ll sort it out on the Aurus”, Garrus replied. The female voice said something else along the lines of ‘yes, sir, will do, sir’ he didn’t really listen to. His eyes were fixed on the control panel. He watched the code fly by, spitting out names, coordinates of locations and details on cargo. They got lucky. The system wasn’t scrapped. 

But Garrus’ thoughts were wandering. 

Back when he first got assigned to the 6th Citadel Fleet under general Adrien Victus, he didn’t know just who Archangel really was. Sure, he’d heard a thing or two from other Citadel Patrols or pissed off mercs that ended up in their custody. But those were isolated cases that resembled wild tales of drunk soldiers on shore leave. They made it sound like Archangel was some kind of elusive vigilante with incredible resources and extremely advanced tech at their disposal, almost all-powerful. Some said they were actually a Spectre, other that they were part of some undercover order or organization that had discovered secret prothean technology. Others even claimed Archangel actually was the last Prothean that had awoken from a 50,000-year long cryo sleep and decided to bring order to the chaotic galaxy. People went head over heels trying to surpass each other with nonsense. 

And then there were stories about her ship that sounded even more absurd. The Normandy they called it, apparently named after some place on the human homeworld. They said it was a ghost ship that could turn invisible at will. That it had a mind of its own. It would resist any tracking attempt and overload or flood enemies systems with junk data no matter how well protected they were.  

For Garrus, all those stories weren’t worth more than a dry chuckle. Until he got the orders from the High Command to hunt down Archangel and retrieve her ship, that is.    

He sighed. 

“Vesper?”

“Sir?” the same female voice chimed, a bit more enthusiastically this time. 

“Give me a connection to the Aurus. It looks like the data was left unscathed, I’ll send everything I got here up for analysis.”

Another ‘yes, sir!’ followed, while Garrus was tipping a number of commands on his omnitool. Once the transfer was complete, he scrapped the console clean and fried the system. The control panel went up in a burst of sparks and electric charges, its monitors blinking desperately several times and eventually going dark. 

He looked at it grimly for a few more seconds, as if blaming the now dead system for everything that went wrong today. Then turned on his heels and made his way past the scattered crates towards the exit of the cargo bay. 

The coms slowly started coming back to life. His team was talking about their findings, coordinating who was searching which part of the base, and communicating other kinds of information. At some point, occasional banter began sipping through.

The long walk back to the extraction point felt like it took forever. The corridors and hallways of the merc base seemed to be way longer than he remembered them from less than half an hour ago, when he was rushing through them with his team. But then again, there was no need to hurry now. Archangel was gone, and Garrus was certainly not looking forward to returning to his ship to write a report on the mission. So maybe he was just dragging his feet.  

“Major, we’re done with the search. We’ve secured 4 crates that contain contraband weapons  and 1 with weapon mods. There… There was also a big shipment of red sand, but…  It...uh...it was set on fire. Along with the storehouse…  and half of the base. Presumably by Archangel”, a deep male voice rumbled over the coms. The beginning of his report sounded rather confident, but then he stumbled. 

“And there... are no survivors among the mercenaries”, he added after clearing his throat. 

“Understood, Silas. I’m on my way to the extraction point. Meet everyone there”, Garrus replied, stepping over a merc corpse, as he made his way through a familiar corridor. Of course. She never let anyone live. Spirits have mercy on you, if you were stupid enough to get on her bad side. He’d seen the aftermath of her battles with mercs and slavers plenty of times to know that things tended to turn very gruesome very quickly when Archangel was around. 

She was a force to be reckoned with. 

As if to prove that, a large window that came up on his left showed the aftermath of her visit. About 100 meters away, a large prefab building stood out between all the smaller ones that made up the base. It was engulfed in flames. The fire was tall and had a distinct green shade to it, whether due to the mixture of gases in the planet's atmosphere or the chemical substances inside, Garrus wasn’t sure. He stopped for a few moments, taking in the eerie view as something inside the storehouse exploded, shattering the remaining windows. 

Garrus’ eyes went wandering. Just like Silas had warned him, the fire had spread over to adjacent buildings, slowly eating away on them. Red, greenish flames were lazily crawling across the painted walls and roofs of the prefabs, dipping through broken windows and dancing inside the rooms. Occasionally, there was a more or less loud crashing sound that interrupted the utter silence. The fire alarms were dead, just like the extinguishing system. Both diligently disabled in advance.   

Stepping over another corpse, Salarian by the looks of it, Garrus continued his way towards the extraction point. All frustration aside, he had to figure out their next steps. Most of those steps depended on what the analysis of the data he’d recovered would give out, but he was sure that if nothing else they’d at least find plenty of useful intel. Cargo logs and serial numbers should get them enough leads to figure out where the mercs were getting their weapon and mod supplies from. 

And hopefully more. 

Right from the beginning Garrus has had the feeling that something about the base felt off. He could not put his finger on it, but there were too many questions he had no logical answers to. With a bit of luck, the intel he could extract from the system would provide him with those answers. 

The shuttle had already arrived to pick them up, as he stepped out of the base and approached the extraction point. His ground team, consisting of 4 other Turians, was already there waiting for their CO.  

“At ease”, Garrus dismissively waved his hand as Vesper and Albus both jumped up from one of the crates to salute him. Silas and the last squad member, Galla, didn’t bother moving. They’d been with their Major long enough to know that all the formal shenanigans and regulations of the military tended to annoy him more than anything. The new kids would get it soon enough.   

Garrus let his eyes sweep over what little spoils they were able to retrieve. 5 crates. He suppressed a sigh and made sure that his subvocals didn’t give away his frustration. It wasn’t good, but it was a start. He could work with that. 

“Load this onto the shuttle. We’re done here”, he said, grabbing the handles of the closest crate. Several more or less enthusiastic ‘Yes sir!’s followed as Silas and Albus both helped him to carry it over towards the shuttle, where Galla and Vesper took it from them and dragged it into the corner. 

After a few trips back and forth, the Turians all boarded the vehicle, the doors sealed with a loud hiss, and they took off. Away from the ground and towards the planet's orbit, where their ship was waiting. 

Garrus fell into one of the seats as his team occupied others around him. He watched the smuggler base below them rapidly shrinking until it was no longer visible. For a moment, he actually considered nuking the damn thing with an orbital strike once they were back on the Aurus. Just for the hell of it. But eventually decided against it. Instead, he took a quick glance at his team, who was now relaxing from the combat and talking about how they ‘almost landed a hit on Archangel’.   

And just like after every encounter with her, none of them had as much as a scratch on them.

[mydoctorpotter]

So I sort of wrote a thing. this is the first piece of writing I’ve posted on here, so please be kind. feedback is always welcome and i hope you like it.

Supernatural/Arrow crossover

Summary: Sam and Dean run in to Krissy on a hunt in Star City, but she’s dressed like a mini robin hood and calling herself Evelyn. 

Or: Sam and Dean run in to the Arrow and Krissy AKA Evelyn on a hunt and confusion ensues. both series are set in the same universe. 

Rated: T (swearing)

“Sammy are you sure about this?” Dean questioned. “The last time we drove five states over for a lead this small we ended up getting bit by a turtle and kicked out of town.”

“That was one time, and it was not my fault that you thought it was a good idea to go swimming in that lake just because there might be a body in there” Sam defended quietly “Now shut up so that I can hear the EMF” Dean scoffed but hushed up, letting his brother keep going with his wild goose chase. It wasn't like they had much else to be doing back at the bunker.

“You just wanted to come to Star city, admit it.” Dean whispered.

“Dean I said shut up, I think I hear something” Dean thought that either his brother had finally cracked or that he was going deaf, until he heard a creak coming from around the corner. He slipped his gun in to his hand and crept forward, hoping to hear better without being seen.

“I'm telling you I heard a scream from here last night” someone said from around the corner. The voice was somehow familiar yet Dean couldn't place it.

“Well lets just check the rest of this place out to be sure” another person said, this time a man, as multiple pairs of foot steps got closer.

Dean looked back at his brother to give him a quick nod before they both appeared on the other side of the corner.

This hallway was much like the one the boys had been in only a moment ago, but rather that being home to only cobwebs and probably some mold, this hall held two people who looked like they were playing dress up. Before Dean could even think about pointing his gun in the direction of the two weirdos he had bow pointed at each of the brothers.

“Who are you, what are you doing here?” the man in a green hood said in an unnatural deep voice.

“Who the hell are you and why are and Katness Everdeen pointing arrows at me?” Dean countered. The man with the mask pulled his bow back tighter.

“I said, who are you and why are you here?” he glowered.

“Were FBI agents”Sam said calmly. The girl next to the man who had been quiet until now snorted.

“Yeah, sure, and I'm Kristina Agrulairia” once again Dean was struck by how familiar her voice was.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked, sure that she was some one he knew.

“I'm not going to ask you again. Who. Are. You?” Dean wasn't one to get scared easily, but he had to admit that having a razor sharp arrow pointed at him was pretty intimidating.

“Listen, my name is Sam Gibson and this is my partner Dean Rider, were here investigating some disappearances.” Sam reiterated. “I'm going to reach into my pocket and get out my badge” Sam did as he said, showing  the Robin Hood duo his fake  FBI credentials.

“Their fake. The cereal number is one digit off” the girl said with certainty that she shouldn't have had.

“How do you know that” the guy said quietly to her, and then it clicked. Dean knew who this girl was.

“Krissy?” he asked. She may have had a mask covering her eyes but it wasn't hard to tell from her voice and the rest of her face who she was.

“What? My- my names Evelyn.” she spluttered.

“Don't tell them your name!” the man said exasperatedly. “Artemis what did we learn one the first day of training?” the man turned to look at Krissy, taking his attention off the boys and lowering his bow in the slightest, and Dean took advantage of the distraction. He pushed Kristy's bow to the side and pulled off her mask, while Sammy pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man.

“Krissy, what the hell are you doing running around in red leather with a bow and arrow?” Dead asked, genuinely confused. He and Sam had left her with Josephine and what ever that other kids name was in the suburbs of Wisconsin. Why was Krissy now in Star City.

“Okay, what the hell is going on here?” the man yelled, shooting an arrow in to the ceiling to get their attention.

“Oliver, calm down.” Krissy said.

“Evelyn! What did I just say about telling criminals our real names?” the man, who was apparently named Oliver, yelled.

“Don't worry, I know these guys. There not going to go telling anyone who the green arrow is.”

“And how exactly do you know these people, Evelyn. Or Krissy. Whatever your name is.”

“It a long story.” she sighed.

“Okay, why don't we all just put our weapons down and talk this out, there seems to be a misunderstanding about identity.” Sam reasoned. The four of them slowly lowered their weapons before Krissy spoke again.

“Hi Dean, Sam nice to see you again.” she said. “Oliver these are some old friends of mine, they hunt monsters.”

“You know at this point I'm not ever all that surprised” Oliver said with a long suffering sigh. He seemed like quite the drama queen.

“Sam and Dean, this is my friend Oliver Queen. He's a vigilant.”

“And why, exactly, is he calling you Evelyn?” Sam asked, exactly what Dean had been wondering.

“Because that's what I told him my name was” dean gave her a deadpan look and she elaborated. “Okay look, about a year ago Adin, Jo and I were investigating some witch type activity here, and then we found out that one guy was trying to nuke the world, so we tried to infiltrate his operation so that we could hit him with some of that witch killing stuff you told us about, but he put all of us under some spell. 

“I don't really remember it all, but he put Jo and Adin in some gas chamber and killed them, and I don't even know how I got out. And Oliver found me trying to rip some guys head off and I somehow ended up joining his team of vigilantes that protect the city”

“So your saying that you and your friends, a bunch of kids, went to Star City for a hunt, which I could get past, but then when you realized it was over your head instead of calling me or Sam or Garth or any other hunter in the world you went in to a dangerous mission without enough intel and got yourselves captured. Then, rather than telling us or Garth, who is supposed to be looking after you, you went around killing people until some dude with a bow brought you in to fight crime.”

“Garth hadn't checked on us in months before we went on this hunt. We thought all of you had died or something.” Krissy defended, and Dean had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Dean” Sam said “Did you ever remember to call Jody and ask her to take Garth's place after he got turned?” Dean knew he had been forgetting something.

”Even if we all had died, this was so stupid of you. You know better than this.” Dean said, conveniently brushing over the whole Garth thing.

“Okay, I understood maybe two words of what you just said, and I'm about done waiting for an explanation.” Oliver said, his voice no longer unnaturally deep but still gravely.

“Okay, my real name is Krissy. My father is, was, whats know as a hunter. He went around killing monsters. Wear wolfs and vampires and shit like that. Sam and Dean were friends of my Dads and after he died they found me with two friends of mine and long story short, our care taker in now six feet under so a guy named Garth came over to check on us every month or so, make sure we weren't dead. But then he stopped coming for whatever reason and so we were on our own.

“like I said last year during the Dark thing my friends Josephine, Adin and I got word of I witch making trouble so we came to Star City to investigate. And the rest is just like I told you, but instead of Dark killing my parents it was my best friend and my boyfriend.”

“I think I need a drink” Dean grumbled.

“Seconded” Oliver said.

Compared to the initial shock of Krissy being some masked superhero, all the other surprises of the night seemed to pale in compassion.

“You mean to tell me that someone almost nuked the whole world and we knew nothing about it?” Dean marveled, sitting in the Arrow's version of a bunker less than an hour later.

“That was right in the middle of the whole Amara thing, we kinda had our hands full” Sam pointed out.

“And there was an invasion of Super Solders that we didn't even know about?” he continued.

“You were a demon”

“I'm not going to even pretend to understand what your talking about, but yes, there was a magician that tried to end the world and an army of Super Solders” Oliver laughed, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Did I hear Dean was a demon?” Krissy asked, coming back with a beer for each of the boys.

“There's a lot that you missed, kiddo, but I'm sure Jody can fill you in on most of it” Dean said.

“What do you mean Jody can fill me in on it?”

“Well, I mean, she knows almost everything that's happened in the past few years, so she can tell you all about it after we drop you off at her house”

“What? Your not dropping me off anywhere, I'm staying right here.” Krissy insisted.

“No you are most certainly not” Dean said, sounding a bit like a dad.

“I'm staying here, Dean. I know you want me to have a normal life but that's just not for me.”

“Last time I listen to that line Josephine and Adin got killed, its not going to work again.

“Jo and Adin knew what they were getting themselves in to. I've finally found somewhere where I feel like I'm doing something, I'm not leaving.” Krissy Argued. She was quite persistent, that was what had gotten Dean to not take her to Jody's in the first place. But after everything that had gone wrong, he couldn't risk it again. “Besides, the team needs me. I'm the only supernatural expert in the try state area.”

Dean looked to Oliver, hoping that the man would say something to convince Krissy to leave. “You can stay if you want, although we're going to have to have a serious discussion about lying. But I think it might be good for you to go with them. Get a little slice of normal.” he said. Dean had to hold back a laugh when he realized how much like parents they all sounded.

“Dean, there's nothing you can do to change my mind.” Krissy said. Dean guessed she was right.

“Okay, you can stay here, but only under my conditions. And Oliver here has to agree to them” he agreed begrudgingly. He was too tired to put up more of a fight. “You have to live somewhere safe, I don't know where you live now but I'm guessing it's not good.”

“There's rooms here, its where I live. She can stay here too” Oliver told them.

“Done.” Krissy said excitedly.

“Oliver is going to call me every other week to make sure your not in Nashville chasing a pack of werewolves by your self or something, and Sam and I will stop in when we can.” Oliver nodded his head in agreement, “And you have to finish high school.” Krissy looked like she was about to complain, but Dean held up a finger. “Or you could go to Jody's. I'm sure she'd send you to school too, your choice.” Krissy deflated a bit but agreed.

“Well, this has been a great evening. I've managed to adopt a kid and learn about a whole new brand of trouble in less than two hours.” Oliver said, downing the rest of his drink in one.

Dean leaned back in his seat and sipped from his beer, watching his brother geek out over something on one of the many computer screens with the blond he thought was named Felicity, but he couldn't quite remember.

Oliver was right, they hadn't even started to figure out the house that they had come to Star City for and Dean was already ready to be done. This was going to be a long hunt.

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