#also writing ficlets based on my own anon shitposts

[cicaklah]

So... like this lust ask: https://cicaklah.tumblr.com/post/650900314235502592/for-the-lust-dlc-itll-be-berlin-like-where-the

Maybe 47 is trippin' out and everyone looks like Diana but he has to find the real one?

She's called him single minded before...but even in her wildest dreams she couldn't have imagined this.

He's so good at spiking drinks that it is embarrassing that it has happened to him, but that's the only explanation. Its some mix of a hallucinogen and maybe modafinil, or something similar. He feels awake and alert, like he's had a good night's sleep, a deep tissue massage and a really good cup of coffee all at once, but at the same time, nothing is right.

He double takes when Diana comes round the corner, on the arm of...herself. She's laughing, and the other Diana looks smug and pleased with herself, proud for making herself laugh.

He closes his eyes and focuses. It's not real. He hasn't been sleeping well recently, he's been drugged, it isn't real.

He braces himself and goes to rejoin the party. The mark is in there, and he's got orders. He's a professional. He can work this out.

His brain has at least been helpful, there are multiple incarnations of Diana. It's cast the support staff with how he remembers her from when they first met, young and flirtatious. He takes a drink from one of them and tries not to stare, to analyse the hallucinations, see how good they are. He never really gets a good look at her, so there's only a few points of reference for her face and body.

Now the shock has worn off, its almost fun seeing how his brain is categorising the people at the party and assigning them shades of her. There's glamorous Dianas and their besuited partners, bodyguards and auctioneers, old Dianas and ingenue Dianas younger than he ever knew her, older than she's ever been, even a few children with red hair and cool, calculating stares.

He feels the water underfoot first, and then realises what's happening. Of course his mind would cast that Diana as the mark. The time she was a mark.

The target is standing surrounded by his bodyguards, but he's hard to miss, beautiful and stark naked, water streaming down her body in the middle of a charity auction, glowering at everyone.

His gun is in his pocket, but he chooses to drop poison in the target's drink and then leave quickly before the kill is confirmed. He can't see it happen again, not like that.

He's half way out of the door before the real Diana announces "Target down", and then pauses. "Are you alright, agent?"

"No." He says. "I've been poisoned. I'm hallucinating. I don't know what's real. I need medical assistance."

He hears frantic typing. "A car is coming to bring you to a safe house and a doctor is on the way. Hold on, 47."

He doesn't bother to look at the driver of the car. They confirm the code number, and then its a quick trip to drop him round the back of an office block. The driver, cap pulled low over Diana's brow, helps him into the office, and then there's a Diana in a white coat, moving efficiently, helping him out of his jacket and rolling up his sleeves to take some blood. The door goes and another Diana walks in, followed by two more Dianas who check the perimeter and take his guns to be cleaned and analysed for contact poisons.

"Just rest, agent", the doctor says, popping the vial of blood into the machine and pressing a few buttons. "I'll give you something if you can't sleep, but I want to see if your body will clear it first. Just lie down," and so 47 does, lies down and lets it all wash over him.

He doesn't know how long he sleeps, but when he wakes up its dark and cool. The office is empty, the doctor and ICA guards elsewhere.

"How are you feeling?" Diana asks, and he jumps at her voice. "You gave us a shock there. The results said you were dosed with something nasty, that your brain was almost dangerously overheated. You fought it off though. Should be back to normal."

She touches his hand. "I'm sure what you saw was very frightening. The doctor says the compound makes you hallucinate the person you feel most strongly about. I can't imagine how terrifying that must have been."

Her hand is warm, and he knows, deep in his heart, that this is the real thing. Even if it isn't, he's content, in the moment, to pretend.